#I’m obsessed with it though I’ve gotta admit

[time-for-crows]

If you said that badboyhalo would be doing Barbie bimbo roleplay in mincraft in 2020 you would be shot. How did we get here.

[rebelfell]

spoilers for Special Delivery Cinematic Universe (SDCU 🍕) sort of but I gotta ask. did Eddie wait until we fell asleep to relieve himself of his massive boner? did he try to sleep it off? did he have a wet dream about us?? MORNING WOOD??? 🤨🎤 spill, Sarah‼️

Babe, have I told you lately I’m obsessed with you? Pls have something soooooo stupid from my brain for your troubles 😉

It didn't take long at all for your breathing to turn deep and even. No more than a minute after you came had you fallen fully and completely asleep. And Eddie might’ve drifted off right behind you, were it not for one very pressing matter.

Quickly and silently as he could, he slipped out from underneath your comforter and skulked off to the bathroom in shame. The front of his boxers were a mess—darkened with splotches of precum already beginning to dry and fucking freezing when they stuck obstinately to his skin.

He'd come way too close to blowing completely, rutting against your mattress over and over while he explored your folds and lost himself wholly in chasing your release. And he’d genuinely almost exploded when you reached down to touch him.

But he didn't want it to happen like that.

He'd been waiting for this so long, he didn't want to ruin it and your sheets in one fell swoop.

He was paying the price now, though. His cock was angry and aching, twitching like it knew you were still in the next room. Screeching like a little kid in the backseat of a minivan who spied the Golden Arches through the windows.

For like a millisecond, he considered taking care of it right there. There was a whole stack of fluffy hand towels on the sink just beckoning. He could probably sneak it out with him, burn it like it was a piece of damning evidence in a murder trial, use the pizza oven as an incinerator—

Eddie’s head fell forward, unable to even look at himself in the mirror at that thought.

What if you woke up? What if you heard him?

What if you appeared in the doorway with a coy smile and a flirty wink when you caught him in flagrante and asked if he needed a hand?

No, no, no, NO—thinking like that was not going to help this problem go away anytime soon.

But the pizza oven did give him an idea…

"Yyyyyyellow?"

Argyle answered his phone chipper as ever even at nearly two o’clock in the morning. And Eddie whispered his own greeting, glancing over his shoulder, keeping an ear out for you.

“Oh, heeeeeeey buddy,” Argyle replied, sounding entirely too pleased with himself. Outright smug. “Whatcha doin’ on this bueno notte?”

Reluctantly, Eddie admitted he was calling from your bathroom. And then had to pull the phone away from his ear as Argyle's loud whoop threatened to crack his eardrums.

“I fucking knew it, man! You're welcome by the way. So what happened? Did you stuff her crust? She tie your garlic knot?”

“Arg, please—”

“What?! I'm sorry, I masterminded this whole freakin' thing and don't even get the dirty deets? That's bogus, man. Last time I help you get laid.”

"Arg, seriously. I've got a problem here. I, uh...I got myself kinda worked up while we were…doing stuff. And now I’ve gotta sleep next to her—”

“Ahhh, gotcha. Say no more, compadre. As usual, I’ll take care of this,” he said.

"Wait, what? What are you gonna do?" Eddie hissed into the receiver, but the line had already gone dead. And not two seconds later, his phone buzzed in his hand as a message came through.

Eddie tapped the notification to open it and just about groaned out loud, barely catching himself in time to stop the sound as his screen filled with a grainy picture of Argyle’s fully bare ass.

dude, what the fuck???

desperate times, my man. u lowered your flag pole or do I need to break out the big guns? (the big guns are my nards)

Eddie rolled his eyes and started hastily typing back, only to stop when he realized the pressure in his lower half had been substantially relieved. He deleted the angry message he’d started to write and replaced it with another one.

keep the big guns holstered.

thanks

[untilwedont]

Angry Love Confession

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rafe cameron x m!reader

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sypnosis: even though rafe swore he was straight, he can’t seem to keep his temper down whenever he see’s m/n with another man.

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warnings: arguing, jealousy, swearing, alcohol, obsessive rafe

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a/n: for all the rafe lovers 😜 (even though im a jj boy 😞) I also really hate this fic so its understandable if u hate it too 😭

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it was no surprise rafe was into m/n. people could tell just by the way he’d eye him. the way he’d bite his lip roughly whenever he saw you talking to another man. he’d be beating the shit out of the man you’re talking to with his eyes, but of course he’d never do it. well, not in front of you.

what really gave his whole love away for you was his soft spot he’d have whenever he was around you. he’d actually be smiling whenever he spoke to you, which was a surprise for most people. THE rafe cameron smiling all because of a boy! that boy just so happened to be you. (obviously) . although, coincidentally, you were oblivious to this.

so, as time went on, rafe found himself finding it harder and harder to contain his feelings for you.

“shit man, you good?” a friend of Rafe’s asked. “mhm. why?” Rafe asked, his eyes still focused in one direction. “because you’re squeezing the hell out of that cup. little harder and you’ll get glass shards all over your hand.” his friend replied, noticing how tightly rafe had been squeezing his drink. if it had been a plastic cup, it would’ve been completely shriveled up.

rafe didn’t respond, but his grip did loosen a little. his gaze was fixated on you.. and the man you were talking to. the way you giggled at his jokes, playfully hitting the man’s arm made rafe bubble with rage. “fixated on your boyfriend I see?” rafe’s friend teased, leaning against the counter. music blasted, but rafe seemed to have drowned out every single sound there was.

“he’s not my boyfriend. i’m not into him, i’ve told you this already.” rafe spoke, blinking as he came back into reality, turning to his friend. “rafe, you were nearly close to breaking the glass cup.. not only that, but your face is completely red. i think it’s time you just own up and admit it man. judge free zone here.”

“tsh, whatever. so what if I do?” rafe asked, shaking his head slightly, taking a swig of drink, almost gulping it down. “all good.. but, you gotta tell him. it’s not just me who see’s it rafe, it’s everyone.” rafe’s friend responded, taking a sip of his own. “m’ not telling him shit.” rafe mumbled, his eyes turning back to you. “suit yourself rafe. but, i’d suggest mentally.. and physically preparing yourself to see m/n with a boyfriend at some point. seems like that guy over there might just be the one..” rafe’s friend said, referring to the guy you were talking to.

rafe heavily sighed, biting his lip to the point of it almost bleeding. his hands formed a fist as he watched you, his thoughts becoming more brutal. rafe would never kill anyone, but for you he’d just maybe have to. having had enough watching, he began to quickly walk towards you, his fists tightening even more. closing the distance between the two of you, rafe grabbed the man you’d been talking to by the collar, slamming him against the wall.

rafe’s words were too low for you to hear, but the utter fear the man had on his face, you couldn’t even imagine what’d rafe was whispering to him. finally, rafe released his grip on the man, allowing him to quickly run off. “rafe, what the hell?” you asked as he turned around to fix his gaze onto you. he roughly grabbed your arm, “you’re coming with me”, he spoke, forcing you to walk with him to a quieter area. “rafe, let go! what the hell is going on with you?!” you yelled but his grip remained tight.

when the two of you were finally somewhere quieter, he released his grip on you, but only a little. “are you gonna tell me what’s going on?! why you scared off the dude I was talking to?!” you exclaimed, feeling immense anger from rafe’s actions. “you don’t understand how much it angers the fuck out of me whenever I see you talking to someone else. you don’t get to just talk to other guys like that, m/n.” rafe finally spoke, his voice low with anger.

“what? who the hell are you to decide who I talk and don’t talk to?! we aren’t even together, rafe!” you yelled. “yet. we aren’t together yet, m/n, but we will be. i’m confessing my feelings to you, alright?! i like you m/n, and seeing you talking to other guys it.. it gets me so fuckin’ worked up! you don’t belong with anyone else, you belong with me.” he finished. he never let go of your arm, only starting at you intently, searching for any sign of emotion in your eyes.

you only stared wide eyed, having to take a moment to process his words. “seriously rafe, you actually like me..?” you finally said in disbelief. “you heard me. m’ not repeating myself.” he responded, his voice still low. you were silent once more for a moment, trying to contemplate your decision. “I like you too.” you said after a second of silence. rafe grinned a little, “knew you did. you only talked to those guys to get me worked up, right?”

you rolled your eyes a little, a small smile creeping onto your lips. “sure.” you said before feeling rafe’s hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. “well, i dunno how much more I could take. what I do know is that I can take you right here, right now.” he said lowly, leaning in closer to your face.

“rafe, i’m not having sex with you in an open area..!”

needless to say, you did infact have sex with him in public. luckily it was night out, so it was harder for people to see anything.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Ruthless

Harley Quinn typa reader x Hobie brown, violence mention, if you know Harley Quinn yk she’s very.. violent (and obsessed) so… enemies to lovers trope

“Oh, c’mon.” You whined, currently tied up in webs.

“I’ve been chasin’ you for fuckin’ ages, can’t believe this is how I caught you.”

“I was going to hang out with my friend! This is unfair, I deserve a rematch.” You pouted.

“Yeah, no. After that lil stunt you pulled last week, no way. You’re ruthless.”

“They deserved it! Bunch of rich assholes.” You mumbled the last part.

“Well, I can agree with you on that last part, but murdering them ain’t exactly the way to go.” He said, picking you up as if you weighed nothing, and dragging you.

“It was funnn.. plus you know I’m gonna break out again, right?”

“Like you have the other 10 times?”

“Exactly.”

“Great. Can’t wait.” He said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

And you’d gotten bored of being carried, so you quickly threw yourself onto the ground when you saw a knife in the alley.

He quickly looked back, and saw you cutting you webs, he shook his head and sighed, crouching down to your level as you continued to cut through the webs.

“You never learn, do ya?” He reached over you, grabbing the knife from you.

“No, not really, no.” You shook your head, now just laying on the ground looking at him.

“You’re insufferable.” He sighed and shook his head, sitting down in front of you now.

“Why’d you do it?”

“Cause… rich people suck, plus they’re like some sorta cult, they tried to kill my friend.”

“Still don’t make it right, you know? You’re wanted right now, not sure it’s very safe to be walking around like it’s nothing.”

“Please, if I can handle like a shit ton of rich guys, I can handle some cops."

“Yeah, well, I don’t like ‘em either but..”

“But..? Aren’t you like punk? Aren’t cops and shit like.. exactly what you don’t stand for?”

“Well, I’m better than the system for one. You’re better than the system, but you’re doin’ it wrong.” He shook his head.

“Didn’t know there was a way to go against the system wrong.”

“You- you murder people, you’re a killin’ machine, which I gotta admit is pretty cool. I help people-“

“I help people.. just not in the same way you do-“

“You help people by murdering people. Which in the same sense is… hurting people at the same time.”

“Huh. Guess I never thought about it like that.” You shrugged.

He sighed, and messed with the knife in his hand. He reluctantly cut the webs.

“Jus’… chill out on the murder, yeah? I do like what you did what that one guy though.”

“Which one?” You beamed and sat across from him.

“The predator guy.. what’s his name?”

“His name was like Josh or something.”

“Yeah, him. He deserved it.” He said, and smiled under his mask slightly.

“Just what do you look like under that mask?” You asked him.

“Like a normal person.”

You quirked an eyebrow and smiled slightly. You reached your hands out and pulled up his mask, before you could fully take it off, he stopped you. You saw only his nose, that’s as far as it went. His lips seemed so… kissable?

He let go of your hand and you looked at him for a while. And before you knew it, you both were leaning in, kissing each other.

“You’re very.. pretty.” He said.

You laughed quietly “Well, I would say you too but I still don’t know what you look like under there.” Your cheeks heated up at the compliment.

“Nice try.” He stood up again, and so did you. He pulled down his mask, giving you a small salute and used his webs to go up on a building, jumping through them.

You stared for a while, still in shock.

“Shit.”

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[nolita-fairytale]

burn your life down | chef luca x fem!reader | chapter nine

summary: you catch up with an old friend and luca makes you dinner.

warnings: fluff, eventual angst not use of y/n, conversations about divorce, slow burn, baby, second person pov, swearing, danish inaccuracies, very little connection to the storyline of the bear.

word count: 3.3k

listen to: the official 'burn your life down' playlist (songs mentioned in chapter are in this playlist!)

a/n: i've always pictured mathilde & jesper as the chalamet siblings AND astrid is in fact played by rina sawayama i don't make the rules (i do). thank you for all comments, reblogs, and screaming at me because we are all obsessed. seriously, it's an honor and i'm just so excited that you all are just as excited as me. let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist.

chapter eight | masterlist | chapter ten

You spend your first Sunday afternoon without Luca, for the first time in a few weeks, deep cleaning your home. Between your new relationship and your work at the restaurant, you’d found yourself falling behind on chores. But he’d worked the late shift last night, filling in for a cook who called out, which is how you’d ended up with a night and morning of divine alone time. 

With your headphones on, it’s easy to multitask, simultaneously folding clothes while you catch up with your friend, formerly-sister-in-law, over the phone. 

“Anyways, work’s kept me so damn busy that I’ve barely had a moment in my own home but… we are all doing quite alright over here,” she explains, after detailing her travels all across Europe. 

Being a buyer for Nordstrom UK keeps her on the road, or rather, in the sky, at a frequent rate. 

“Well I’m glad you called. It’s good to hear from you. And It’s really good to catch up, Astrid,” you say, smiling to yourself as you finish folding a pile of t-shirts. 

“Well, just because you and Joe didn’t work out doesn’t change anything. You’re still my sister,” she replies, with a small laugh. “We’re family, regardless of the fact that he couldn’t keep a good thing around.”

“Astrid! You know it wasn’t like that,” you protest, though you know it’s all in jest.

“I know,” she sighs, and you can practically hear her rolling her eyes from all the way to England. “Selfishly, I’m just feeling a bit contrary about it, is all. But enough about me. How are you? How’s everything at the restaurant?”

“It’s been great. I… can’t believe that I have a restaurant,” you answer as you shake your head in disbelief.

“God, I’ve gotta get out there soon. I haven’t stopped thinking about that lumache from my last visit – what was it – last November? Yeah, it’s been too long,” Astrid recalls lightheartedly. 

“Yeah, it really has. Just let me know. You know I’m always up for hosting you,” you agree, hopeful that she’ll come visit soon. 

“Besides work, what else’s new? And don’t tell me you’re still just burying yourself in the restaurant because I don’t want to hear it,” she asks, a curious tone in her voice as she segways from work to 

“Well um…” you trail off, treading lightly over the delicate subject. 

The thing you want to tell her about is Luca, because he is what’s new in your life. His presence in your life is evident – it’s in the pair of sweatpants he tossed in with your laundry that you’re folding now, the spare toothbrush you ‘lent’ him that sits right next to yours, and the way that thinking of him makes your heart race. 

You don’t want to lie to her… but you’re also not sure what the etiquette is either. 

It’s not like this is included in the divorcee handbook you never got in the first place. 

“I’m… sort of seeing someone,” you admit, hesitantly. 

“What?!” she gasps, instantly giddy with excitement. “Yeah, we uh…” you hesitate, testing the waters since she seems excited about it. “We’ve been dating for about a month now, maybe.”

“Shut up! That’s mega! How’d you meet? Tell me everything,” she gushes. 

“Well, he actually came into the restaurant. Kind of became a regular and uh…” you explain, and she can hear the smile in your voice as you do. “He’s great. You’ll love this story, actually. He’s also a chef – a pastry chef. One night after coming in, he left a box of croissants for my staff and a handwritten note inviting me to come to the restaurant he works at. It was very….”

“Romantic. Wow…” Astrid adds, too excited for you as she listens. “And a bold move. Knows what he wants. I like him already.”

“Yeah, he’s… he’s really incredible. I swear. He has the patience of a saint, especially as I’ve uh… you know, I’ve been trying to figure this whole… dating after you end your marriage kinda thing,” you continue, chuckling in response to the awkwardness of it all. 

“We were friends actually, for a while. Just friends, which, I know you’ll yell at me about when you see what he looks like. But I think it was good for us, for me, really – to be friends first.”

“Well, now you have to send me a picture,” she requests, even more intrigued as you fiddle with your phone, pulling up a photo you took of Luca the other day. 

You wait a beat. Then another, seeing that the photo has been delivered as Astrid shrieks in your ear. 

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me, mate?!” she practically screams. 

“I know,” you squeal. 

“You are absolutely unbelievable,” she shakes her head, staring at the gorgeous blonde on her screen. “How did you not jump right into bed?!”

“Trust me,” you reply, the room suddenly feeling 5 degrees hotter. “After we agreed to start seeing each other, we didn’t wait very long.”

”Sounds like you have a boyfriend,” Astrid comments smugly, as she waits for your reaction. You have expect yourself to panic, but you don’t as you the words tumble out of your mouth. 

“I… it does sound that way, doesn’t it?” you ask her, your voice soft as you reply. 

“Absolutely, my darling,” Astrid replies, before changing the subject. “Okay, so how’s the sex?!”

“Astrid!” you protest with a laugh. “Do you really want to-?”

“Of fucking bloody course I do! Now spill!” she demands. 

You pause, grinning as your cheeks blush. 

“It’s fucking incredible,” you admit, eliciting a giggle from your friend. 

“Shit, babe,” she sighs, contently. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks,” you say back, because you’re pretty damn happy too. “Astrid, will you keep this between us? It’s just that it’s all still so new and….” 

You pause. 

“I just don’t want Joe to hear it from anyone but me.” 

“Of course,” she replies, compassionately, in deep understanding.

“What else are sisters for?”

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You showed up to Luca’s flat uncertain of what to expect, but then he’d pulled you into his home and kissed you like you’d been on his mind all day – and in his defense, you really had. 

“Why don’t you come over Sunday night, then? Let me cook you dinner for a change,” he had suggested as you were figuring out your schedules for the week. 

“You sure you’ll be up for that after working overtime this week?” you’d asked in response. 

“I’ll be alright, love,” he’d answered, like he had unlimited energy when it came to you. 

And even though you’d asked him if you should bring dessert – only to be met with a cheeky comment about you being dessert – you showed up anyway with a matcha basque cheesecake in hand and a deli container filled with a yuzu scented whipped cream to top it with. 

So this is how you find yourself perched on top of Luca’s kitchen island countertop, after having watched his exceptional knife skills for the last thirty. You spend your evening snacking on sliced sourdough bread you’re not sure how he had the time to make, and sip on your glass of red wine while watching him prepare a coq au vin. You swear you’ve got hearts in your eyes when you look at him, watching his muscular, inked forearms flex with how he grips his chef’s knife. As music plays softly in the background, a playlist you can only imagine is the entirety of Luca’s music library put on shuffle, you busy yourself, refilling your wine glass for your second glass of the night. 

“Want another, babe?” you ask him, noticing that he’s on his way to empty as well. 

“Sure. Thank you, my love,” he replies, scooping a handful of chopped carrots up from his cutting board with a bench scraper, depositing them into a small bowl. You watch as Luca picks up his glass of wine and makes his way over to you. 

He hands you the glass, then places a gentle kiss against your lips, a smile spreading across his lips. Luca takes a few steps away so that you can fill his glass again, making a few swift movements to turn the heat down on the gas burner. 

“How was your day?” he asks, while still moving around his kitchen. 

You fill him in on your productive day of chores and catching up with an old friend while Luca listens, busy with removing the pieces of chicken out from the heavy, enameled, cast-iron pot and onto a plate. By the time Luca’s added hot oil to the pot, followed by the chopped carrots and peeled, halved cipollini onions, you’ve caught him up on the long version of Jesper’s latest love-life updates, since he and Claudio have now decided to make it official. 

“So you used to make this with your mom?” you ask curiously, changing the subject as you watch Luca scrape the browned bits off the bottom of the pot. 

He nods in response, stealing a glance your way, his lips turned up into a half smile. 

“Yeah. Most coq au vins can take up to three to four hours, but my mum didn’t have the time,” Luca explains, as you watch him remove the pieces of chicken from out of the heavy, enameled, cast-iron pot and onto a plate. “But it was important for her… to cook for me… to share that ritual with me when she could.” 

The sound of the wine and cognac mixture hitting the hot pan sizzles throughout Luca’s home, your nose filling with the smell of deglazed caramelized bits. 

“And I spent a lot of time as a kid watching the cooking channel, so while we didn’t exactly spend all Sunday cooking a classic French coq au vin, Jamie Oliver’s did the job quite well,” Luca recalls, sharing a piece of his relationship with food with you. 

“Well, it smells incredible,” you say, as he approaches you once more, this time with a full glass of wine in your hands, ready for him. 

As Luca leans in again, the way he kisses you is much more languid, slow, like time is limitless. You breathe him in, completely enamored with the man that’s kissing you, and before anything too wild can happen, he pulls away, leaving you wanting more. Luca smirks, and you swear he knows the effect he has on you. He presses a quick peck to your lips this time, before taking the glass of wine from your hands and heading back to his post in front of the stovetop. 

“This all goes back in,” he continues, using tongs to add the chicken and pancetta bits back into the simmering pot. “Then we braise it in the oven for about… thirty, forty minutes maybe.” 

You raise your glass of wine to your lips, taking a quick sip of the beaujolais you’re using both for the coq au vin and to unwind, listening as the song changes in the background, instantly recognizing the drum pattern. The corners of your lips turn up into a smile as you close your eyes, enjoying the familiarity of the song as you say:

“God, I love this song.”

Luca smiles, “It’s a classic. Great song.” 

Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick

The one that makes me scream, she said

The one that makes me laugh, she said

Threw her arms around my neck

“You know, I saw them when I was in my early 20s. It was just me and a bunch of somebody’s dads,” you grin, in reference to The Cure. 

Luca chuckles at your comment, before asking, “Did you really?” 

“Yes. And when they came out on stage, smoke machine and all, I wept because it was the fulfillment of a childhood dream – to see them. I… was a bit of an angsty teen,” you answer, raising your wine glass to your lips once more. 

“Think we all had an angsty phase, more or less. Mine was less pining to The Cure and more stirrin’ up trouble,” Luca admits, lightheartedly. 

“Again, and I’m holding you to it. You promised me pictures,” you remind him with aplomb. 

“I did, yeah,” he chuckles, shyly, with a sigh of resignation. 

You focus on enjoying one of your favorite songs and sipping on your glass of wine, as you watch Luca put the enameled cast-iron plot, full of the ready-to-braise coq au vin, into the oven. 

Comfortable silences between you and Luca have become more frequent. There are days that all you want to do is stay up till the early hours of the morning talking and kissing and fucking, and there are others that you love leaning into the quiet intimacy that seems to be developing between you. It’s almost as if you’ve forgotten what this feels like – the excitement of something new where you’re learning so much about each other and everything feels like the first time. 

It’s thrilling and it’s also safe. 

Luca makes you feel safe, and you can’t imagine doing this with anyone else but him. 

For a first time relationship, post-divorce, you really hit the jackpot, you think to yourself. 

Luca continues moving around the kitchen, drinking his wine in between clean up tasks, as if he’s at work, hell bent on keeping his station clean. He’s much better than you are at that, you observe, as he does a few dishes that he’s used up, instead of leaving them in the sink for tomorrow. 

As he dries his hands on a dish towel, the song changes, and the opening notes of Beyonce’s Love On Top begin playing. You smile as you hear the undeniable: 

Bring the beat in!

“Alright, mate. Hear me out,” Luca proposes, spinning around with excitement. “And I don’t say this lightly. But this. This is one of the greatest songs of all time.” 

“I-I’m sorry,” you giggle as you watch Luca dance to the song in his kitchen with a smoothness that’s somehow simultaneously a little silly. 

“What? You don’t agree?” he asks, shooting you a look as he ball changes towards you, earning another laugh from you. 

“No, I do. I love this song,” you grin from ear to ear. “I’m just so tickled by the fact that you love this song.”

“It’s Beyonce,” he defends, in his best ‘well-duh’ kind of tone, gesturing wildly. “C’mon. Let’s dance.” 

“Wh-,” you begin to say, before Luca’s practically pulling you off of the counter to join him. “Luca!!”

But he’s not having any of your protests as he wraps his arms around you. You hang onto him, holding him close as he leads you in a silly uptempo kind of dance, spinning and turning you with him in a way that has you in a fit of giggles. The two of you stumble from his kitchen into the living space area as you move together, embracing how goofy and ridiculous you both feel. 

Luca sings along softly, something you get a better listen to as soon as he’s pulling you close to him. 

“What the fuck!” you practically shriek, your jaw practically on the floor. 

“Hmm?” he hums in response, unphased by your outburst. 

“You’re unfuckingreal,” you balk, as you listen to him hum along to the Beyonce song. “I mean. You-, like, you look like this, you’re great in bed, and you have a nice singing voice? How-, how’s a girl ever supposed to stand a chance?” 

He chuckles, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, sending chills down your spine as he coos, teasingly, “I’m great in the sack, hmm?” 

Your heart skips a beat as you pull back, just enough to look into the eyes of your lover as you say, “Oh fuck off.”

He laughs again, this time, leaving a soft kiss against your ear, hugging you closer to him as you slow your dance down as the song begins to end. There’s a pause between this and the next song, providing the perfect opportunity for Luca to answer your earlier question. 

“You weren’t,” Luca replies, his voice quiet but sure. Supposed to stand a chance, he means. “I think we were supposed to meet. Supposed to be here.”

Supposed to fall in love. 

He leans down to kiss you as the next song begins, transitioning into a much bluesier sound. The crooning sounds of Etta James blast from Luca’s living room speakers, as you smile into the kiss. You groan, your heart aching in the best way as kiss him to:

I want a Sunday kind of love

A love to last past Saturday night

And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight

And I want a Sunday kind of love, oh yeah, yeah

“My God. I think tonight’s shuffle is proof that you may just have the most versatile taste in music history,” you mumble, pulling away for a moment from the kiss. 

As you open your eyes, Luca’s just admiring you, an awestruck look on his face that steals your breath. No longer able to deflect with humor or anything else really, you lay your head on his chest, settling into the soft swaying motion of the dance that you and Luca have fallen into. Your arms go around his neck once more as Luca holds you close to him, making a mental note to remember this forever. 

“How did you know?” you ask Luca, softly. 

“What’s that, love?” he asks back. 

“You said that you thought we might be good at this. At… at an ‘us.’ When we talked about starting to see each other,” you begin, choosing your words carefully, underscored by the violins of the song. 

Luca takes a deep breath admitting that, “I didn’t.” 

“What do you mean?” you ask, looking up at him, your eyes full of adoration for the man that’s captured your heart.

“Babe, I-,” he starts, letting out a small laugh. “I knew we got on well. And that I liked you. And I thought… if we got on this well as friends and you felt the same, that we could give it a go. See what happens.” He takes a beat, choosing his words, before continuing with: 

“But, my love, I can’t predict the future. It could work out in the long run, it could not. But I wanted-, I want to see how far we can take it.”

You take a deep breath, because this conversation is deep-breath worthy. 

Notorious for wanting to read the last page of a book first, you know he’s right, that you can’t predict the future, and you, now just as much as he does, would like to see how far this could go. 

“Yeah it-, that makes complete sense,” you stammer, feeling incredibly vulnerable all of a sudden. You rest your head against his chest again, settling back into your slow sway to the beat. 

Like clockwork, the song ends, something a little more upbeat trickling in through the speakers. You and Luca remain in each others’ arms, content to stay here forever. You’re amazed at his confidence, at his fearlessness to take a chance on love, and you think to yourself, he might be teaching you some of that too. 

“Let’s take a trip together,” Luca suggests, the low resonance of his voice cutting through the quiet. “Maybe end of the month or something. An end of summer trip.” He chuckles, a hand coming up to stroke your hair as you enjoy the way his voice vibrates in his chest. 

“Fuck it. I could care less if we make it in time for the end of summer. Let’s just get out of the city together.” 

“That sounds spectacular,” you answer. 

And it’s there, in Luca’s arms after a dance party for two, that you think to yourself, you couldn’t be happier.

[writtenbymoonflower]

Hi!!! I’ve literally been so obsessed with your poly!marauders fics recently and was wondering if you could do one where the reader is having really bad baby fever because of a dream where she had a 4 year old daughter named Eliane with the boys? She’s usually not a huge fan of kids but she definitely would love at least two of her own (that way they won’t be lonely like she was as a child obvi). Could you also incorporate her being curvy in some way? It always makes me happy when I see curvy representation ❤️❤️❤️

Hi sweetie! This isn't exactly like you said but I hope it's okay! Also it's not super overtly curvy!reader, but it's there if you squint. fem!reader x poly!marauders

cw: mentions of children/pregnancy, slight mention of unideal childhood

600 words

You had been lovelorn all day. Currently, you were looking all gooey-eyed at a mother who was hunched over her baby’s stroller, babbling and cooing at the child. You caught yourself, though. Snapping out of your daydream and shaking your head, returning your attention to your boyfriends. Sirius and James were running around with a rugby ball. Every time they tackled each other they kissed in a way that was far too passionate for the public. Remus sat on the bench next to you, nose deep in his latest read. 

They had suggested a day at the park, likely in response to the spacey state you had been all day. James always followed the logic that fresh air cured everything, but right now it was just making things worse. Your sight lingered back to the mother, who was now bouncing her baby on her knee. You wondered what it would be like, to take your baby to the park, love on them in all the ways you weren’t, feed and put them to bed, it filled your heart with yearning. You were in no place to have a kid whatsoever, but that didn’t mean you weren’t excited. Especially being surrounded by so much love every day, it only made you want to spread it. 

“Hey, babe! You okay?” Sirius looked at you, inspecting your face. His mouth was quirked up in a half-smile. 

“Oh, yeah! Yeah, I’m good.” You tore your gaze from the stroller, realizing that James and Sirius were now in front of you, chugging water bottles. 

“What’s so interesting?” James looked all around, scanning the park for what had caught your eye. Remus set his hand on your thigh, massaging the full flesh there. 

“Are you okay, love? You’ve been far away all day.” Remus asked gently. All three of the boys' attention was on you, making your face hot. “Are you tired? You sleep okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m good. I slept fine.” You smiled. “Do you think you would want kids one day?” You blurted out, looking nervously between the boys. “I mean obviously not right now, or any time soon. I just, had a dream last night that got me thinking about it.” 

“Aw,” Sirius melted. “You got baby fever, sweet girl?” Remus slipped an arm around your shoulders. 

“Kinda,” You said shyly. “Again, I wouldn’t want one now, it’s just,” You took a deep breath. “I just know that if I did have kids, you all would be amazing parents.” 

James pouted, his eyes welling up. “You would be a wonderful mum, honey. And I won’t speak for those two, but I would love to have kids. I want multiple, I’ve thought loads about it.” He admitted. You beamed at him. 

“Oh, you saps.” Sirius stood on his tip-toes to kiss James on the cheek. He then hauled you up, taking your spot to tug you onto his lap. 

“Siri!” He held tight around your middle. “I’m gonna crush you, let me up!” You groaned. 

“Good,” He nuzzled into your neck. “I love you, darling. I want kids with you all. You’re the best things that have ever happened to me, I wanna make sure our kids feel that love.” You thought you could cry. You all looked to Remus, awaiting his reaction. 

“I would love to do that with you all. You would be great parents, I can’t think of anyone else I would want to raise children with.” You all were a big pile of mush. 

“Right,” James started hauling you all up. “I’m gettin’ you three home, gotta love on you all before I explode.” 

[moremaybank]

BACK FOR YOU — r.c

day four second chance with rafe cameron

pairing rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary months after your failed long distance relationship, rafe begins to send you love letters in an attempt to win you back.

warnings one allusion to sex closer to the end, but nothing else. just a lil angst and hella fluff. oh, and some language.

author’s note hi my loves, i’d really appreciate if you read this because i haven’t written a piece like this in a very long time and i’m actually really proud of it ♡︎ thank you ily

obx week ‘23 masterlist ;; rafe masterlist

Dear Y/N,

Hey. I know it’s been awhile, and I know that it’s weird — writing you like this. But something happened the other day, and I wanted to tell you about it. 

I was in the grocery store with Wheeze, picking up some cupcakes for her class bake sale because none of us actually know how to bake (which you know). When we got to the bakery section, I saw chocolate-covered strawberries, and I immediately thought of you. Remember how we used to go star-gazing? We’d pile the back of my pickup with pillows and those thick-ass, furry blankets from Costco, get all cozy, and you’d bring those chocolate-covered strawberries that you’d spent the day making just for me. You’d feed ‘em to me, grinning when I’d instantly chase your hand for another bite. And then afterward, you’d cuddle into me, and we’d just lay there, looking at the stars. You’d get this wondrous look in your eyes, like you’d never seen anything so beautiful. I had though. I got to look at you every day, and you beat the stars by a long shot.

Anyway, I ran into your mom at the club earlier. She told me that you were travelling, visiting every place you possibly could in Europe. Sounds like you. I bet you went to Greece first, you’ve had an obsession with it since you were fifteen. I know I always talked about taking you there. Who knows, maybe I still can. 

I miss you. Did I mention that? ‘Cause I do. I miss you all the time. 

Yours, 

Rafe

Dear Y/N, 

You didn’t answer that last letter, and that’s fine. I understand why. I never said how sorry I was for everything that happened last year, never really explained. But I will now.

I’m so sorry for how I ended things. Every day, I woke up at school, far away from you. It ached me to not wake up to you. To not see you every second of the day. To not hold your hand or see you smile as soon as you saw me. 

I missed everything. The smell of your lavender shampoo. Your hands running through my hair when I was stressed. You’d always kiss the frown off my face and fix everything just by telling me you loved me. The nights you’d call me when you couldn’t sleep because you needed to hear my voice. That cute little giggle you’d do after you’d been laughing for awhile. The way you’d look at me when you told me you loved me. There wasn’t a single reminder of you that didn’t constantly play on a loop in my head, that didn’t buzz deep in my veins. But I felt such a large void in my heart without you around, and I thought that if I broke things off with you that it would go away. But in the months since then, it’s only grown. Only gotten worse. I don’t think I’ll ever survive losing you. 

I hope this letter finds you well. I hope you open it, and maybe decide to write me back. No pressure, though. 

Yours always,

Rafe

Dear Y/N, 

I don’t know if you’re getting sick of these. I really hope you aren’t. I gotta admit, writing to you makes me feel like we’re still connected. I still think we are. At least, on my end, we are. 

Life’s been really crazy, lately. Ward’s getting ready to hand Cameron Development over to me. Every day he tells me that he hopes I won’t run the damn thing into the ground while he’s gone, travelling with Rose. I honestly don’t know why he would let me run things when he obviously doesn’t have an ounce of faith in me. You always told me that his love didn’t have to be earned, and I’ve always known that you were right, but it really feels like I’ll never have it. I wish you were here. You always make things better. 

Anyway, I’m on the road to Raleigh, and I can’t help but think about our crazy road trip last summer. We had no freakin’ clue where we were going, but honestly, I didn’t care. I just wanted to be with you. Your infectious laughter and your terrible singing along to All Too Well (the ten minute version, obviously) is what kept me going that entire drive. That, and when you’d shower me with kisses all over my cheek when you got bored. I loved that shit. 

I’ve been missing you like hell. I’ve already said this, but I really wish you were here. You’d make all this work worth it. ‘Cause, as of right now, I don’t really know why I’m doing all this. You aren’t here, and we don’t have the family we’d always dreamed about. Hopefully that changes in the near future. 

Yours (until my heart stops beating), 

Rafe

Dear Y/N, 

A little birdie by the name of Sarah let it slip that you’ve been keeping my letters. Truth is, I sent her to spy on you.

Okay, I didn’t. But I had you for a sec, didn’t I? 

I only know you have them because I begged her for hours to tell me how you were doing, and if you talked about me. Even then, I had to bribe her by saying I’d babysit the kids for an entire weekend so her and John B could go on a couples getaway. Totally worth it. 

Oh, and they threw me a party at work. Apparently I beat out Ward for some record. I don’t even remember what it’s called now. I had so much cake that I went into a sugar coma. It was red velvet, cream cheese icing. Your favourite. That’s probably why I ate so much. You’d go back for it so many times that by the time you were full, I’d be finishing all the rest. 

You still haven’t written me back, but that’s alright. Do it when you’re ready. If you’re ready. Again, no pressure. 

Anyway, I’m sitting here on my couch watching Gilmore Girls. Yes, I finally got around to watching it. I know you begged me to for ages and we never actually got the chance to do it, but it popped up on my ‘recommended’ the other day and I decided to give it a try. You were right. This show’s freakin’ hilarious. I swear Lorelai Gilmore is the reason you were always so witty with me. She’s so quick on her feet, it blows my mind. Also, please tell me that Rory becomes enjoyable again. I miss her Chilton days. I miss her and Jess. Does he ever come back? And please tell me that Luke and Lorelai are endgame. I mean, the horoscope!!! The man waited eight years for her. People probably thought he was crazy for doing so, but I get it. I’d wait centuries if it meant I got to end up with you. 

Yours (until the end of time),

Rafe

Dear Y/N, 

I’ve written you so many letters, I hope I’m not taking up too much space at your place. Hey, that rhymed. I should be a rapper. All right, I could never be a rapper. This is why I need you. You keep my delusional mind in check. 

The other day, I was on the ferry, riding over to the mainland, and when we reached, I swear I almost started driving to your house. Obviously, I didn’t. I chickened out. I thought about walking up to your doorstep, watching you open the door, and even dream-you was way too beautiful for me to handle. I almost gave myself a heart attack. One day, though, I’ll work up the courage. I wanna see you so badly, it’s killing me. 

Can I tell you something? I have this dream sometimes, more often than not. It takes place back when we were still in college. Instead of ending things between us, I drop everything and run to you. The journey takes all day long, but I don’t care. I make my way to you, and once I find you, I pull you into my arms and kiss the life out of you. You ask me what’s gotten into me, and I respond by saying that I never want to live without you. That being away from you is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with, and that life isn’t worth living if I’m not by your side. I get down on one knee, pull out a big ass rock from my pocket, and ask you to marry me. And you say yes. Every. Damn. Time. 

The reason I’m saying all this is because I want to give you a fair warning. I’m going to make that happen someday. Sure, we aren’t in school anymore, and we aren’t even together right now, but I don’t care. We’re going to end up together. I know it, and you know it. I promise you, Y/N, I’m going to come back for you. And when I do, I’ll never leave you again. The only place I ever want to be is right by your side, in our huge house that I’m going to build for us, with our kids running around and chasing our dog. The house will smell like a bakery all the time because of your huge sweet tooth, and it’ll most likely be a mess because we won’t be able to keep up with our crazy ass kids. But we’ll be together. And we’ll stay that way until we’re all old and grey. And I might be pushing it by saying this, but I’ll still be taking you to bed every night, ‘cause I know in my heart that you’ll still be getting me all bricked up even in our nineties. Please don’t hate me for saying that. 

Yours forever,

Rafe

You placed the last letter back into its envelope and added it to your large collection. Your heart warmed at Rafe’s declaration. You’d been rereading that one letter for a month now. You missed him terribly. You’d tried to write to him so many times, but each time you’d started, you just couldn’t go through with it. Your fear consumed you. You were petrified of the thought that once you opened yourself up again, Rafe would find another reason to leave you. You’d always known that it was hard for him to walk away from you, but it hurt you just the same. If not, more. 

Still, this was a side of him that you’d never seen before. He’d changed in the near year since you’d broken up. You could tell from the way he wrote to you. He’d never been as vulnerable and raw as he had been in those letters. He was bearing his soul to you, something he was always unable to truly do. There was always a small part of him that was closed off, even to you. But that part seemed to have vanished. 

Just as you placed the crate of letters back on your shelf, your doorbell rang. Your heart raced as you approached the door. You opened it, and there, finally, he stood.

Rafe slapped his hand to his heart. “God, I was right. Way too beautiful. Take it easy on me, would you?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you threw your arms around his neck and practically jumped into his arms. He returned your embrace quickly, squeezing you tightly and keeping you pressed to him as one hand cradled the back of your head. 

After a moment, you hesitantly pulled away, your tears clouding your vision. You opened your mouth to speak, but Rafe beat you to it.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I love you. I love you so much. I—”

You cut him off. “—Shut up and kiss me, fiancé.”

“Fiancé? Yeah? You wanna marry me?”

“Of course I do. You’re still mine, right?”

“Yours,” he confirmed, punctuating it with a kiss. “Always.” Kiss. “Until my heart stops beating.” Kiss. “Until the end of time.” Kiss.

He leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he let out a content sigh. “Forever.” 

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[saviorellie]

wrestler!abby headcannons.

pairing : abby anderson x reader

pov : second person , fem terms for reader

warning(s) : just fluff !!! college au obviii

notes : abbyyyyyy my baby :,)))) i’ve been obsessed with her for so long but recently she’s taken over my every waking thought!!!!!! it hurts my soul that there aren’t more wrestler!abby things on tumblr so i will b your dealer

ooohhsdhsksdh wrestler abby

wrestler!abby goes to your school on a full ride scholarship (super smart)(national championship wrestler)

as much as she enjoys wrestling she’s truly just the sweetest person ever

like on the mat she look soooo scary but as soon as soon as the match is over she’s smiling and shaking hands and giggling

she could never ever try boxing cuz she as violent as wrestling is, she is terrified of boxing because it’s so violent

she would never ever use her size for anything other than good outside of a match

in high school so many people were scared of her cuz she’s tall and strong and shy :((((( so in college she made it her goal to be more outgoing

the first time she hurt someone during a match she cried so hard she almost threw up

literally almost quit wrestling because she felt sooo bad

wrestler!abby’s main way of flirting is picking you up and throwing you over her shoulder

she likes that it makes you laugh (and she likes showing off)

wrestler!abby lovesssss it when you go to the gym with her

even if you’re just sitting there watching, she loves having you there

abby would never admit it, but seeing you at her matches really gets her going

she likes to think you’re her little good luck charm

wrestler!abby’s muscles are always sore so when you run her a bath or rub her shoulders ohhgdhshds

she could cry tears of happiness

most of the time she is super super hyperaware of how much stronger she is than the normal person

but she sometimes forgets how tall and strong she is around people she really trusts (i.e. you)

if it’s just you guys around, personal space does not exist unfortunately

one time, she truly forgot how strong she is and slapped your arm really hard (playfully)(on accident) and you cried (for like two seconds)

she felt terrible i think the words “i’m so sorry” left her mouth at least 25 times

she didn’t touch you for like an hour she was so scared of hurting you again :(((((( poor baby :(((((((

she really is just a giant teddy bear though :(((((

she lovesss standing next to you or holding your hand because she’s so much taller than you and her hand is so much bigger

(biggest size kink ever)(what who said that ??!!!!)

she would never say this out loud but she loves being babied sometimes!!!!!!

*her exes would expect her to be this super strong, super tough person all the time and it really sucked :((((

she loves to be little spoon and to be held and to be called “baby”

wrestler!abby loves the idea of you being her cute little housewife

as much as she loves to be babied she is a provider to her core!!!!

she sees those tiktoks that are like “day in the life as a stay at home girlfriend” and she’s like….. yeah

speaking of being a provider ! wrestler!abby’s love language is 1000% gift giving

just imagine her coming home with the most random shit just because it reminded her of you

i’m tearing up just thinking about it

she never ever lets you do anything by yourself when you’re at home

if she sees you struggling AT ALL !!! she is by your side in 2 seconds

she has like a 6th sense . if you’re struggling with anything she’s like……. something’s wrong

wrestler!abby is sooooofdjkjdhfs overprotective

holding your hand at parties and if you’re going out or putting her hand in your back pocket

every time someone approaches you at a party or at a club, she is staring them downnnn

checking their vibes and what not

now as much as she hates being super violent, more than once has she gotten into as… altercation with a creepy guy at a party

what can i say ! she’s gotta protect her girl !

[munsonhoneybaby]

my love!!! That final part 🥹 you are a STAR! so good. the way you write dialogue, your Eddie especially... he's so so so lovely to read. somehow you keep his edge but all the while he's the nicest fucking guy to ever walk the earth!!!

if one day you're feeling a blurb about them or something, I'd love to read the first meeting with Wayne - I think it could be so funny and sweet. and honestly I just need an endless stream of that version of Eddie and his sweet nothings and his fondness 🥺 obsessed with everything u do WOW

you’re so sweet !! i'm so happy you enjoyed, thank you so much for reading and sending in this ask !!

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“Are you sure about this? I feel terrible taking up his day off with this, he should be enjoying his free time.” Frowning nervously, you picked at a string on your jeans. Though you’d been to their trailer three more times since the first, you’d yet to run into his uncle Wayne. It wasn’t necessarily intentional, but you didn’t particularly want to meet him the morning after sleeping at his home unannounced. So, after making a few passive comments to Eddie about wanting to meet him, you were pleased when Eddie told you Wayne wanted to have lunch with both of you. But now, the nerves were starting to settle in.

“He will enjoy this. He’s been dyin’ to meet you, baby, believe me. I already told you, he’s gonna love you.” Taking your hand over the console, he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “Besides, we’re just goin’ to lunch at the diner. It’s not a big deal.” Pulling into the open spot next to Wayne’s truck, he put the van in park and looked over at you. “Ready?”

You blew out a breath, “Yeah, I think so.”

As he always did, Eddie got out first and opened your door for you. When you went inside, he instantly spotted Wayne, standing from the booth to greet the two of you. “Hey, Wayne.”

“Hey, kid,” He replied, pulling him into a solid hug. With a subtle yet warm smile, Wayne said your name. You held out a hand to shake but instead were given a fatherly embrace much more careful than the one he’d given his nephew. “I’m glad I could finally meet the young lady makin’ this troublemaker so happy.”

“It’s great to meet you, too. I hope you didn’t have to cancel any big plans to make time for me today,” You jested politely.

He gave a quiet laugh in response and said, “Of course not. Sleepin’ on the couch in the living room ain’t more important than this.” The waitress came to take orders, service coming quick due to the few customers in the diner. “I hear you listen to the same kind’a music as Eddie,” Wayne chimed amiably. “You like his music, too?”

“Of course,” You smile, “I think he’s incredibly talented. I love seeing him perform.” The rockstar in question was embarrassedly hiding his flushed face in his hands.

“I’d come to his shows if I could, but I’m always at work,” Wayne expressed regretfully. “I hear him in his room all the time, but I’ve only seen ‘im on stage once or twice since that middle school talent show. I’m glad he’s got someone he cares about there to support him all the time now.”

The food came, saving Eddie from any further spotlight, and you did your best to continue making conversation between bites. “So, did Eddie get any of his music taste from you?”

“Oh, he’d never admit it, but he tolerates some old country music thanks to me. All that metal and rock stuff is good ‘n I like that he likes it, but it’s not really my speed.”

“I’ve gotta say, it’s a little hard picturing Eds listening to country music,” You chuckle.

“Just when I’m with him,” Eddie specified.

“I’m keeping him open-minded.” The waitress placed a single check on the table and Wayne was quick to open his wallet.

“No, please– let me,” You tried to stop him.

“I would never let a lady pay for a meal. This is my treat, darlin’.” It was becoming clearer and clearer how much of an influence your boyfriend’s uncle had had on his upbringing. Handing the cash and the bill to Eddie, he nodded toward the register. “Go take care’a this.” Eddie looked over at you, but you just smiled reassuringly, so he headed for the counter. Before you could start into another line of polite conversation, Wayne spoke. His voice was gruff, quiet. There was sentiment in his tone, though he tried to hide it. “I really am glad you and Eddie found each other. I’m sure you know by now that not many people in this town give ‘im a chance. I would never wanna embarrass the boy, but he hasn’t exactly introduced me to many girls in his life. I’m glad he’s found one that’s a little more like him– that understands him.”

After glancing back at Eddie, handing over the money for your meal with a kind smile, you gave Wayne a fond look. “He cares a lot about you too, you know. It means the world to him that you took over when his Dad went to jail. And I don’t know if it means anything coming from me, but I think you did an amazing job with him.”

You could’ve sworn you saw a tear well in his eye, but he looked away briefly before you could see for sure. It didn’t seem like people acknowledged his parenting effort often.“You’re a sweet young woman. You’re real good for him.”

“I appreciate that,” You responded honestly.

You both started to box up the leftover food and– just before Eddie came back to the table– Wayne added, “I’ll have to show you the few baby pictures I’ve still got around of ‘im,” making you chuckle.

Eyes narrowing slightly as he gave Wayne his change, Eddie asked, “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing,” You answered playfully as you stood from the booth. His uncle did the same after leaving a generous tip for the kind pregnant woman who’d waited on you. The three of you headed for the parking lot, stopping briefly to say your goodbyes before you split up. “You’ll have to let me cook for you sometime,” You insisted. 

With another one of those barely-there smiles, Wayne clasped a hand over Eddie’s shoulder paternally. “You’ve got a good one here, boy, you’d better take good care’a her.”

Before he could respond, you assured him, “He does, Mr. Munson.”

“Oh, please, never call me that. It’s Wayne. It was nice meeting you. Don’t be a stranger, alright?”

“Of course, I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.”

Once you were back in the van with Eddie, he put the key in the ignition before pausing and looking over at you. “So, what did you two talk about while I was gone?”

“None of your business, nosy.”

Dramatically starting the van, he backed out of the parking spot as he replied, “Y’know what? Fine. Now I’m not gonna tell you about Jeff’s date with that chick from his calc class.”

“Hey, wait, c’mon–”

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[the-s1lly-corner]

I’m baaaaack!!

Oh I’ve missed your writing, I just got dragged off due to some stuff irl and having a mini hyper fixation on Eddie Munson-

How are you dear? 🥺 everything okay? Drinking water and eating food? I hope you are!

Would love to see if you could possibly do hcs of all the different ways LJ would comfort you and show you how much he loves you as well as how he’d react to his s/o having gift giving and physical touch be her main love languages!

- 🩶 Anon

Laughing Jack comforting a reader who has gift giving/touch as a love language!

i have one other request in the inbox asides this one but i think imma save it for later since im!! tired.. im doing okay-ish? ups and downs, i will admit the past few weeks i havent been feeling right/like myself but im sure its just a funk or something.. gotta drink more water, though </3 hope you enjoy this anon!

jack is very very clingy himself, like in an emotional sense but also a physical sense... if it were efficient he would wrap himself around you and not let go but unfortunately a lot of things in life would get inconvenienced

a majority of that clinginess comes from his abandonment issues, with only a portion just being a part of his personality

very verbal in wanting to keep you around, and while he may not out right say or ask it, i think sometimes he needs some reassurance from you that youre not going to be going anywhere

will take any chance he can to sling his arm around you, usually just draping it over your shoulders lazily while you guys hang around one another

i dont think hes opposed to hand holding, either.. he has very large hands and theyre warm... sharp claws, though

if anything you might have to ask him to give you space because he wants to spent a lot of his free time with you (and hes got a lot of free time if youre the one in possession of that little box of his); i think sometimes he can get a little overwhelming/overstimulating... i love him but personally i think he could be a little much every now and then

loves leaving you notes, usually leaves some candy with them. typically leaves them in places where he knows you'll find them, like by your keys or at the front door... likes leaving them when he knows youre about to leave for work or any other outing... will still leave them if hes the one leaving for something, although its rare that he needs to head out for something and admittedly i cant think of anything he would need to do/get done that would require him to leave briefly

looooooooooves showering you in affection, especially if you guys are in a romantic relationship; peppers you in kisses and snuggles into your cheek.. hugs, lots of hugs. will take any chance he can get to snake his arms around you. please cuddle him

so i think its safe to say that the physical touch bit is more than satisfied, on both ends

as for gift giving, i gotta say my brain is a little melted so i can tell whos giving and whos receiving, so lets do both!

if youre the one giving gifts to jack hes going to be totally over the moon...! a present? for HIM? is it christmas? is it his birthday? ...i dont.. think he has a birthday, actually... but that aside i think he would adore nearly anything you give him since hes totally obsessed with you. likely keeps it within close reach, be it in his own space, his box, or even in his hair since that functions as a means of storage in my silly hc!!

if hes the one giving gifts i think he would try to slink around to figure out what you like.. if its something more than candy then maybe... this would be one of those rare chances where he leaves the house for something, making sure not to be seen of course. which is easy when he can turn into a puff of smoke at will. honestly knowing him hes probably not going to be able to hold himself back from the gifts, so prepare to wake up to a whole pile of them in the morning... might try his hand at wrapping them but due to his claws theres some holes and slashes... but its the thought that counts..!

though if he needs to hide anything for occasions like birthdays hes not going to be able to keep it a secret... if he doesnt blurt it out hes going to be really antsy and keep checking where ever hes hiding the gifts to see if theyve been found or tampered yet

adding this in because i forgot comforting the reader!! right before i was about to hit post!!

if youre feeling anxious about him leaving or being upset with you i think he would reassure you to the best of his ability

tries to keep the mood light, likely cracks jokes while hes holding your hands... might be slightly rocking your hands back and forth or side to side

looks like the type to kiss tears away... though hes gonna have the be careful about it given that cone nose of his... though him attempting to be gentle while keeping his determination to pepper your face with pecks might be enough to crack a smile from you

literally will not leave you alone until youre smiling

[baileypie-writes]

Hello! is it too late to submit a request? I keep forgetting to ask this one, but I was wondering if you could write about a platonic reader + Twilight from Princess Precure as the reader's wingman/wingwoman/wingbestie or something- ya know, just the reader being Twilight's bestie but also she's their wingbestie who sometimes calls her for silly stuff- I hope that makes sense and if it's too much to ask, I'm sorry! Also here's a Twilight photo so you don't gotta search for one!

I'm obsessed with her plz help lol /j

A/N ~ Sure! I unfortunately couldn’t save the image provided, but I was able to find another one, so it’s okay:) Also, I hope I used the “wingbestie” term correctly. I’m not too familiar with the term haha. Hope you enjoy!

~Wing-Bestie~

Twilight + GN!Villain!Reader

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Fandom: Go! Princess Precure

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral, a villain

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Synopsis: Twilight was ordered by her mother not to leave the castle. Though, being a good friend, you helped her sneak out.

Warnings: Mention of the possibility of Dyspear destroying Reader, kind of abrupt ending

~Masterlists~

~Go! Princess Precure Masterlist~

~~~🎻~~~🎻~~~🎻~~~

As you wondered through the dark palace, your annoyance only became more definite. The one person you were looking for was nowhere to be found. In fact, it seemed as if the only times you couldn’t find her was when you actually needed her. Her mysteriousness could be highly inconvenient sometimes.

Though to your relief, the start of a somber, lonely violin solo began echoing throughout the halls. You followed the sound, almost as if the music notes created a physical trail for you to follow. Soon enough, the song led you to a large, open room. There, standing in the center, under a large crystal chandelier, was Twilight.

She continued playing, her bow moving in a perfect, natural fashion, almost as if the song was playing her. You knew she knew you were there. She always did. Though you didn’t mind being ignored. It was always a pleasure to hear her breathtaking violin skills.

After the song concluded, you gave her a round of applause. She lowered her bow, while keeping the instrument tucked under her chin. She gently lifted her dress a bit, giving a tiny curtsy. “What is it you need me for, (name)?” She asked after coming back up.

“Aw, c’mon Twi. Don’t you think it’s kinda rude to assume I only come to you when I need something?” You laughed, acting hurt.

“I’ve told you before to not call me that. If you wish to refer to me, use my full name.” She said, lowering her violin to rest at her side.

“We’re friends, aren’t we? A lot of friends have nicknames for each other. You can make up one for me!”

“I refuse. And again, call me ‘Twilight’.”

“Aww, you’re no fun.” You slumped. But you knew she could’ve been meaner. Not too long ago, she completely denied the idea of being friends. So you at least had that.

“I still suspect that you need something from me. If you don’t tell me now, I’ll be going.” Twilight turned her back to you, preparing to leave the room.

“Okay, you got me.” You laughed. “I was wondering if you’d wanna come to summon a Zetsuborg with me?

She sighed. “I suppose. I will have to get my mother’s approval though.”

“Yay!” Your excitement was through the roof. Twilight usually didn’t agree to leave the castle with you. However, your victory was short lived.

“But Mother-“ Twilight said, but was cut off.

“No buts. I said I don’t want you going out today. Don’t make me say it again.” Dyspear said, her calm face contrasting with her chilling voice.

Twilight sighed. “Yes Mother. I’m sorry.” She then walked away, hiding her annoyance and disappointment. “Sorry (name). We can’t go.” She told you once she left the room.

“Aw darn. Why is she so controlling all the time?” You rolled your eyes.

“She’s just trying to protect me. Though I admit it can get overbearing at times.”

“Well…” You gave a mischievous look.

“What are you planning?” Twilight said, already sensing a bad idea.

“I could sneak you out.” You offered.

“No way. My mother would know.”

“Not if we’re careful! And we won’t be gone long!” You pleaded.

Twilight crossed her arms in thought. Her eyes closed her a few moments, and then she sighed. “Alright. But if we get in trouble-“

“-all the blame will go to me!” You finished the sentence for her.

She cracked a small smile, and you swore you heard a chuckle. “Well then, shall we go?”

You nodded, then snapped your fingers, summoning a keyhole shaped portal. You looked to your left, then your right, before taking her hand. “Okay, quickly!” You then both jumped into the portal.

When you reached the other side, you were on the rooftop of Noble Academy, the Pretty Cure’s school. You immediately began scanning the area below you, looking for a victim.

As if she read your mind, Twilight began looking as well. It didn’t take long before she pointed to a girl next to a flower bed. “How about her?”

“She looks interesting! Thanks Twi!” You said. Twilight simply rolled her eyes at hearing her disliked nickname.

With a snap of your fingers, you teleported a few feet above the girl. “Hey! Lemme see that dream of yours!” You demanded.

“Huh? Who are you?” The girl asked. But no answer was given. You took a glimpse inside the girl’s dream. She held up a unique looking flower, while everyone around her cheered. The words “I wanna breed a new type of flower!” echoed in the picture.

“Huh, what an interesting dream. Too bad it’s mine now.” You said in a teasing tone. “Go forth, Zetsuborg!” You commanded. A lock wrapped around the dream, and took the form of a giant, thorny flower. The girl was then put in a cage that suspended in the air. “Go on, Zetsuborg! Have some fun!” You told it. It did as it was told, firing giant thorns from its body. All the nearby students began screaming and running away. With a chuckle, you turned to Twilight. “And now, we wait.”

“Do you think you’ll defeat the Pretty Cure this time?” She asked.

“Eh, not sure. But I don’t really care about that right now. I’m more in it for the fun!”

She simply hummed, and continued watching the chaos unfold.

~~~~

Unfortunately, your fun didn’t last long. The Princess Pretty Cure defeated your Zetsuborg in no time, freeing the dream from your grasp. “Darn. Oh well.” You shrugged. “C’mon Twi, let’s-“ A sudden voice in your head interrupted your sentence.

“(name), Twilight, see me immediately.”

It was Dyspear. And from the town of her voice, she was not happy.

“Mother…” Twilight whispered to herself, implying that she heard it too.

“Hey, it’s okay! Remember, I’m taking all the blame!” You placed a hand on her shoulder as an attempt to comfort her. Though, she didn’t seem convinced.

A portal sent the two of you back to the castle in no time. As expected, you could tell Dyspear was furious, even though her face appeared neutral. “Twilight, I believe I told you that you were not to leave the castle today.” Her voice was eerily calm.

“I know mother, but-“ Twilight began, though you cut her off.

“Dyspear, if I may. I was the one who took her out. I wanted to summon a Zetsuborg, and thought it would be good for her if she watched. Y’know, to get some experience. It was truly my fault. I’m very sorry.” You got on your knees, bowing lowly.

Dyspear hummed, and tapped her fingernail on the armrest of her throne. “Whether your intentions were good or not, you convinced my daughter to disobey my orders. And on top of that, you failed to defeat the Pretty Cure. So I’m sure you’re prepared for a punishment.”

“Yes, your majesty.” You remained bowing.

~~~~

Your punishment was surprisingly not too harsh. You were simply temporarily banned from going out and creating Zetsuborgs. You were also not allowed to be around Twilight for a while.

You were simply amazed that your life was spared. Though, you knew that Twilight most likely had something to do with it. And for that, you were eternally grateful.

A knock came from your bedroom door, so you went to see who it was. A piece of paper was slipped under it, so you picked it up. It was a note.

“Dear (name),

I’d like to sincerely thank you for taking all the blame. It was very kind of you. In return, I had convinced my mother to spare you.

You’re surprisingly enjoyable to be around, so I figured keeping you around would be better than having you destroyed.

I await for more of your ideas after your punishment has ended.

~ Your friend, Twi”

You were ecstatic at her note. Not only did she admit to being your friend, but she used her nickname! You hastily looked around for a piece of paper, eager to write her back.

“Dear Twi,

Thanks for getting me out of trouble! I guess we’re even now!

But I’ll still always be there for you. I’m your wing person and best friend. Your ‘wing-bestie!’

~ (name)”

You slid the note under your door, and eagerly waited. The clicks of heels signaled that Twilight was there again, and just a few moments later, another paper was given to you.

“Dear (name),

I appreciate your loyalty.

But please don’t use the term ‘wing-bestie’ ever again.

~ Twi”

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~~baileypie-writes

[abundantchewtoys]

Beyond Canon re: p695-707

Oooh, I had seen people theorize the letter was from Rose, glad to see it is indeed by Tavros.

Wow, he seems a lot more articulate in writing, or maybe it's just a long time since I've read his logs/dialogues.

It's intriguing that Yiffy might like Tavros best out of the four kids, given his relation to Jane. Or well, it's that she tolerates him best. His introvert personality might help most, I think.

Gotta love Harry indeed helping himself to the trail mix. And wouldn't you know it, of course Vrissy & Harry go outside again. It's like the nature of the danger is still not sunken in with Vrissy. That might be changing soon now.

Because eesh, Jade realizes that Yiffy's gone, and gets distracted. Did she use her vision omnifold? You know, what she needed glasses for to do during the session, but which might come naturally now that she's a Space god & dog tier?

I can only hope her current efforts (trying to protect an empty spaceship as she thought it housed all the kids) aren't counted as Heroic. But I'm not hopeful.

And that Jane actually decides to press the button on her orbital laser... Ughh.

Gotta wonder how the Point comes out of this. The old meteor is probably done for, but that piece of equipment might be made of hardier stuff.

In any case, I presume John getting blasted wouldn't count as Heroic. But we didn't see if Roxy (and Calliope) were near - though from Rose's predicition I presume Calliope at least is elsewhere.

Wow, the blast not only can be seen from the tower I presume was where Dirk went to die, it's also causing the earth to shake all the way over there.

The laser looks similar to Ahab's Crosshairs, come to think of it.

I'll admit, I thought this was really it for Act 1, it felt like a similar note to end on like Homestuck Act 1. I appreciate the flash is still gonna be a part of this Act, presumably.

Felt weird to see the story using orange curtains, but now I realize it's also the font color of the Beyond Canon site. It's also presumably the colour of the session that Dirk's people will initiate.

Speaking of:

My god, of course my first thoughts when seeing grey hands were trolls. But then I noticed the claws, and thus...

Of freaking course. I hadn't considered it, but of course some of the people's are already in contact with the Candy timeline. Event horizons be damned. ;) Guess the timeline isn't so isolated, after all.

Specifically, note, they've contacted Vrissy. Apart from her status as the child of two of the rebellion leaders, I wonder what might have motivated this person to contact them.

I mean, now we can really start to theorize about the four Candy kids to enter a session of their own and gaining classpects! (I guess we'll just assume for now their dreamselves are all still asleep.)

But first.

gavageCunctation's quirk appears to be about a bomb with a lit wick. And at the end of the conversation their computer exploded. It didn't look that good in the picture either, with those cracks and leaks. Like an unholy combination of human and trolltech.

Is that indicative of the species? Are Dirk and Rose's attempts at sentient life actually incredibly genetically unstable and at risk of dying out in a few generations (at this point in Deltritus' timeline, I mean)?

So, the new GC is contacting Vrissy. It's a parallel to Calliope talking with Jane, and Karkat talking with Jade. Not much else we can conclude from that, I think, beyond that it might very well be Vrissy that instigates them starting a session. Which, given her current obsession with doing something relevant, is not a surprise. I figure that on the side of Deltritus it might be 2 or 4 players from both Dirk's and Rose's species, for a total of 8 or 12 players. I'm assuming it's gonna be one giant shared session, but this is S***b and we know how convoluted it can get.

"GC: i'm going to play TC's game with some of my friends today..."

I know this might seem as if GC and TC will have more friends in the same species, but yeah, not sure. Dirk might have claimed it's a race to see which species will "win", but S***b has shown that dividing into two teams can be a futile effort. It would also be good if GC & TC's friend circle already included both species, as a way to further spit in the face of that idea of rivalry.

"AA (that's oomf)---*"

Not sure what to make of this part though. I mean, AA is another player, but what about the bracketed part? Is the quirk just such that they light a wick to brackets as well? Is "oomf" a name, a nickname, an adverb?

The way GC rambles in their log, at least, reminds of Dave, but I'm interested to see more of them, it's been an intriguing sneak peak!

I suppose the rest of the roster will also use taghandles whose acronyms are not yet covered by the Candy kids, but boy, it’s gonna be a bit messy in the future to ever again refer to someone by their chum handle, any way. I assume the number of total players will be less than 13 though, so that four combinations won’t be reused. But since Harry uses thespiansGlamor [TG] and Tavvy glutinousGymnast [GG] (I had to look it up), we do have overlap. I think odds are high Yiffy uses TT and GT, John’s old handle, continues not being in use by any of the main cast.

Oooh, but now I see that on p472, GC had already been teased in Vrissy’s chumroll! ... If recidiviousGainsayer is also one of the Deltritus crew, there might in fact be a lot more of them. The R would then be in reference to RNA, where the GCAT letters were solely for DNA... Now, if I wikipedia it, I see that RNA contains the U base instead of the T, and not an R base, but I can see how the Beyond Canon crew might want to reserve the u/U handle for cherubs (even if no more get introduced than we already have) and substitute it with an R! ... But then why would there also be a TC though. ... Yeah this won’t end with the 64 Squiddle player session, but I feel like I should still at least imply it. <.< >.>

As for the news post, welp, guess we're in a for a wait for the next update! Second big pause in Beyond Canon, I think?

Who's betting they'd like to bring it out on 01/08 (January 8th) for the funny number factor?

[llamagoddessofficial]

Thank you @cams4 for an adorable Sans x OC commission 🥺 I love plant mages, if I could pick any magic power it would probably be something plant related <3

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Calypso came in from the rain, closing the backdoor behind her, cutting off the sound of the downpour that had quickly descended over the skeleton household. She pulled off her coat and hung it up beside the door, moving into the kitchen with a collection of cut plant stalks in one hand. The stems were long but not that thick, the ends dotted with what looked like hundreds of clusters of tiny balls.

When she arrived in the kitchen, Sans was already there. He was leaning on the countertop, casually, a cup of coffee in hand and an easy smile on his face.

(She hadn’t seen the way he jumped at the sound of her coming in. Though it wasn't unusual for her to come over, he hadn't been expecting to see her. She hadn’t seen how he pulled at his dirty shirt, counting the stains and wishing he’d worn something less gross. She hadn’t seen how he scrabbled at some dirty plates he’d bought down from his room and teleported them into the sink- and she hadn’t seen the three poses he’d attempted, before settling on the most casual-seeming one.)

“hey caly.” He said, smooth and warm.

... Calypso’s fern-green eyes only needed to land on him for a few moments, before he already felt himself slightly losing his cool, cheekbones prickling and threatening to flush blue. He swallowed, shifting his weight a little more onto one foot.

She visibly brightened. Raindrops hung suspended in her golden hair, like dozens of little pearls. “Sans! You’re up early!”

Sans was up early. 11am- early for him. He winked. “yup, i can’t be-leaf it either. whatcha doin’ out in the rain?”

His joke earned a modest snort, despite the innumerable amount of times he’d said that same joke to her. “Just some gardening for Papyrus. Is he home yet?” 

“not yet. still working out, probably.”

He didn’t really understand why Calypso bothered with gardening. She was a mage- capable of making plant life grow on command. And yet she often still insisted on taking the long route.

“... I just think it’s much more rewarding to let the plants grow themselves, and help them along a bit. Listen to them, rather than forcing them to make the journey faster. They’re just as pretty when they’re growing as they are when they’re grown.”

... He didn’t get it. The only plant he’d managed to keep alive was a little potted cactus she’d given him a few months ago, a creature who sat happily on his windowsill and seemed to thrive on his neglect. If he had plant powers he’d use them all the time.

... But maybe there was an element of comfort, to him, about the fact that the girl he was so hopelessly head-over-heels for preferred a fixer-upper to something already perfect.

“what’s pap growin’ now, then?” He asked.

“He likes dahlias, so I’ve just planted some. He described them as ‘POSITIVELY MATHEMATICAL’.” She drew a vase out of the cupboard, filling it with water and dropping the large trimmings in. “They might take a while to grow, but that’s alright.”

Sans couldn’t help but chuckle. Of course his brother was obsessed with such a symmetrical flower.

“gotta admit, i’m comin’ up short on dahlia puns.” He supported his chin on his elbow, swirling the remaining dredges of coffee in his cup. Talking to her... it just made him feel so... relaxed. So okay. “what’re the ones in the vase, then?”

“Just some of the hydrangea. It’s getting huge, now. It’s good to garden them when it’s raining.” She gently rearranged them. “I thought they’d look nice inside, when they bloomed.”

He grinned. “bet they’ll be bloomin’ unbelievable.”

...

Calypso suddenly shifted. She looked... nervous? She bit her lip.

... Sans immediately felt himself shift too, instinctively, smile losing a few millimetres. He lowered his mug.

“... something... wrong?” He asked, carefully, after a few moments of silence.

She had no idea how much that single sentence meant, coming from him. Sans, famously terrified of any emotional subject, had a tendency to evacuate the room even when his closest friends got too upset. But with her, he felt a degree of comfort he’d only felt before around family. 

... He wanted to make sure she was okay.

“N-no, not at all.” She needlessly adjusted the flower in the vase again. “I’m fine. Uhm... It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

The thought of her not being able to tell him something made him feel itchy. 

“... you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. but, uh... you can tell me anything, heh.” He was wearing his most disarming smile. “‘sides, if it’s botherin’ you, it’s usually better to get it out.”

If Papyrus had been in the room he would’ve fainted at the sight of Sans not only avoiding the easy way out of the conversation (just accepting her 'I'm fine'), but actively pushing for greater emotional honesty.

As a monster, he had exceptional hearing. He didn’t want to tell her that he could hear her heartbeat getting faster.

“I’m...” Her eyes darted around, focusing on anything that wasn’t him. Were her cheeks getting red? Shit, had one of his jokes landed badly? He racked his mind for anything he could've said to make her upset. “Y-you’re right. It’s... it’ll be better to get it out.”

He was getting nervous now. Was it bad? Should he be concerned? “mhm.”

She stared at the hydrangea. She fidgeted with the side of the countertop, took a breath in...

“I... I really like you.”

...

...

“.......... huh?”

“... Like... erm...” She tucked some hair behind her ear, still not looking at him. “... Romantically.”

...

Not what he was expecting to hear.

...

The sound of the rain outside filled the room. Sans stood there, staring at her blankly, waiting for the punchline. Waiting for her to start laughing, grin and say it was a prank. Waiting for the gotcha!

There was no way she liked him. It was too good to be true.

... Not when he liked her so much, too. 

Calypso glanced at him- his expression must’ve been something else, because she immediately looked away again. He could smell regret starting to seep out of her.

“I-I mean... it doesn’t matter. You don’t have to do anything. It’s no big deal.” She laced her fingers together, then unlaced them, tapping them on the countertop, as unsure of how to stand as he had been minutes earlier. “I just, uhm... figured you should know... nothing has to change though. A-and it’s fine, I’ll probably-” 

Her cheeks were getting progressively redder and redder, and her voice progressively smaller and smaller. She was being honest. 

“i-i like you too,” he blurted. 

...

She finally looked at him. She stared at him as blankly as he’d stared at her. 

... He had to let go of his mug, for fear of cracking the handle. 

“... romantically.”

Calypso's face flushed. As it did, her eyes glimmered green for a split second- and every bud on hydrangeas in the vase instantly opened, a vivid bunch of bubblegum pink.

It kinda matched the shade on her cheeks.

...

“Y-you... do?” Her voice cracked.

His Soul was in his mouth. If it turned out she was pranking him, he’d never forgive her. don’t laugh at me. 

“... you sound like you don’t believe me.” He said, as playfully as he could, in the state he was in. He could feel his eyelights all but twinkling in his sockets, they were probably embarrassingly big and fuzzy.

“I... w-well. You’re just... you’re so cool, and I...”

... Sans laughed. He couldn’t help it. It was a short sound, he covered his mouth- she quickly gave him a quizzical look. Though she seemed comforted by the sound. 

i feel like my bones are gonna fall apart.

“i-i’m sorry. i just...” He dragged his hand down his face, his grin was so big it was starting to ache. “i can’t believe you said that. that’s exactly how i feel about you.”

The hydrangeas went from pink to red. Again, just like her face. “... You think I’m... cool?”

He had word vomit. “who wouldn’t?”

He was so... excited? Happy? He couldn’t put his finger on it. He wasn’t used to not knowing exactly how he felt.

...

“... I didn’t know you could go that colour.” Calypso giggled, gently.

Sans quickly became self-conscious of the amount of magic he could feel prickling in his cheekbones. His face must’ve been absolutely cerulean; he itched his cheekbone, letting out a weak chuckle of his own and glancing away. 

“guess, uh... my crush confessing to me blue me away, heheh...”

...

She reached across, and took one of his skeletal hands in hers.

He stared at the two limbs, entwined. Warmth spread through his chest. Whatever he was feeling, he really liked it.

...

“pap is gonna lose his shit when he finds out.”

“I know, right?”

[disco-girl]

gustholomule with starter line 4 :stare:

May have got a bit carried away with this one 🫣

Send me a prompt!

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Gus said, sorting through the rubble of what still remained of his room. A lot of buildings had been completely demolished during the Collector’s reign, so he was just glad that his house was salvageable, even though it would be a lot of work to repair.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Matt responded, raising an eyebrow. He cast a spell circle to reconstruct one of Augustus’ bookshelves.

Gus took a stack of singed books and threw them into the trash bin with a sigh. “Yeah, but I’m sure there are a lot of other things you could be doing. A lot of other people who need help.”

“Yeah but those other people aren’t—“ Matt seemed to catch himself mid-sentence and freeze, tensing his shoulders.

“Aren’t what?” Gus looked at him quizzically.

“—Aren’t friends with the human who saved our asses from Belos and the Collector.” Matt recovered quickly.

“Oh.” Gus felt a pang of disappointment strike him and he suddenly felt very small. After a few beats of silence, he finally spoke up again. “If that’s the only reason you’re here, then you should leave. I don’t need your help.”

Matt’s face fell. “No, that’s not what I meant. I just…hey, what is that?” he asked, pointing at something near Augustus’ feet. Gus looked down and grabbed it in one motion.

“It’s nothing!” he said, swiftly hiding it behind his back.

Matt crossed his arms. “I’m not stupid, Augustus.”

Gus sighed, removing his arm from behind his back to reveal what he had tried to hide. Matt recognized it immediately as one of the human artifacts that he had crafted when he was still trying to win over the H.A.S. He walked over and picked it up, turning it over in his hands. It was just a rock that he’d drawn a “human” skull onto.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

“I know, I know, it’s weird that I kept them because we weren’t friends or anything. I mean, not that we’re friends now—

“We aren’t?”

Augustus gaped at him. “I don’t know? I thought we were, but then…” he took a seat on the half of his bed that still remained, “after we got back from the human realm, I wasn’t sure anymore.”

Matt knelt down next to him. “Why would you think that?”

“Because the first thing you did when you saw me again was call me a loser and then right after that I found out that I didn’t even know your real name?”

“C’mon, you gotta admit that was funny,” Matt said, looking up at him with a crooked smile before looking away again. “Look, I’m not really good at this stuff. It’s just that you were gone and everything changed overnight and then suddenly I had all these kids looking to me to protect them. And it’s not like I didn’t think about…” Matt’s voice began to waiver and he paused to suck in a breath. “You know, before. But I couldn’t think about it too much or I wouldn’t have been able to keep going.”

“Oh?” Gus leaned forward, hanging onto every word.

“And then when you came back, I guess it was easier to just pretend you’d never left. Because I was scared that I was gonna lose you again.” As soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, Matt seemed to realize what he said and his eyes widened. “I mean—I was scared that Luz would…be weird about it.”

“I’m not stupid, Mattholomule,” Gus said, unable to hide the sly smile on his face.

Matt rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, don’t tell anybody that I got all mushy for a minute. Don’t want people to think I’ve gone soft.” He looked down at the object in his hand again. “That’s not what I meant, by the way. I didn’t think it was weird that you kept them because we weren’t friends yet. I thought it was weird that you kept them because they’re trash. They’re not worth holding onto.”

“I don’t think they’re trash,” Gus said, reaching over and grabbing the rock, “they’re special to me because they remind me of how we met.”

Matt smiled up at him, showing his chipped tooth. “Wow, I didn’t know you were so obsessed with me.”

Augustus frowned and kicked him playfully with his foot. They both sat in comfortable silence for a minute.

“Hey, Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“I missed you too.”

[toodleoorblx]

Natural Order

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

Word count: 2,213

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Summary: Agatha, Lilia, and Alice meet the Witch Healer.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - /?

Warnings: cursing, angst.

A/N: So... I'm sorry this took em so long to update, I've been busy lately. But hopefully I'll be back with chpt 10 quickly.

Enjoy toodles! <3

Chapter 9

Outskirts of Pennsylvania 2023

Agatha, Alice, and Lilia sit gathered around Lilia’s fortune-telling table. The tablecloth is a deep shade of purple, and a crystal ball rests in the center, catching the dim light filtering through the curtains. Lilia fixes Alice with a curious gaze.

“And who are you supposed to be? You with the police?” Lilia asks, her tone holding genuine curiosity rather than hostility.

“Alice, Alice Gulliver, and yes I am but I’m also a witch.” Alice replies, her voice steady.

Lilia nods in acknowledgment before turning her attention back to the group. “So, ladies, what's so urgent?” Lilia's eyes narrow, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the table.

Agatha takes a deep breath, her expression agitated. “My… son…” She pauses, choosing her words carefully. “He's been on a little killing spree, targeting young witches and draining their magic.”

“Killing hundreds, might I add.” Alice gives agatha an annoyed look. In which prompts Agatha to mouth ‘fuck you.’

Lilia's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and she leans back in her chair, processing the information. “Well, I must say, that's quite unexpected,” she remarks with a heavy sigh. “I don't know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. I mean, I knew that he has powerful parents, but damn, hundreds?”

Alice adds in, her voice tense with frustration. “I’ve been trying to track him down, but he's elusive. And he doesn't bother to hide his victims.”

Lilia nods, absorbing the information. “And have you actually seen him doing it?”

“Yes. And I gotta say…” Alice glares at Agatha and crosses her arms. “It reminded me of someone.”

Agatha scoffs and rolls her eyes. When will Alice let it go?

“Do either of you have any theories? Theories on what he could be doing?”

“Nope.”

“I… don't know,” Agatha surprises herself. It's not often she admits uncertainty. She doesn't like it.

“Well dearies, I’ll gladly help in any way I can.” Lilia smiles. “Once we catch him, what are we going to do with the stolen magic and… him?”

Agatha can sense Alice tense up. “Give the magic, restore the dead. Obviously. Right Agatha?” Alice faces Agatha and flashes a passive-aggressive smile.

Agatha presses her lips into a thin line, her gaze unwavering. She doesn't plan on taking any magic for herself. But… how deserving were they if they were weak enough to get their magic stolen?

“Fine,” she spits, though her conviction wavers.

Alice nods slowly, seemingly okay with the answer. “And about Nicholas… it's undecided.”

Lilia readjusts in her seat. “What's the plan?”

Alice perks up, turning to Lilia with a determined expression. Her body language eases a bit. “So the first thing we did was check any grimoires and texts. Check if any of them mention spells that require that much raw magic. The books I found didn't have any mention of any incantation that requires such magic. So-”

“You never had any of my books, darling,” Agatha interjects, a smirk gracing her lips as she wiggles her eyebrows. Agatha has stolen so many texts she didn't know what to do with some of them. So they just collected dust on her shelf. They were just trophies of her past victories and possessions. She read them, but after that, never used them again. Alice narrows her eyes and licks her lips, her foot tapping impatiently.

“What do your books have that mine don't?”

“Well, let's see, I am a self-sabotaging, knowledge-obsessed hag that steals knowledge and… you're not. If there's a book that mentions such a spell, I'll have it.” Agatha says confidently.

Alice takes a glance at Lilia, who shrugs.

The pink witch sighs. “Then where are your books?”

“In my basement. Back in Westview.”

“Whatever. Fine. After that, we get my partner and head to the magic healer.”

“Magic healer?” Lilia asks. “Whose magic needs healing?”

“....Mine,” Agatha says reluctantly.

Lilia cackles. “This will be fun.”

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After retrieving some of Agatha’s books, they head to the healer, where apparently Alice's partner is waiting for them.

The drive is quiet, save for Lilia’s stories and tales that Agatha has heard many times before. Alice seems invested though, occasionally nodding and glancing back. Agatha hasn't seen Lilia in the better part of three years, but old friends can go decades without seeing each other. She met Lilia when the magicless witch was in her 20’s. Now Lilia is in her 70’s. They quickly became friends, but Agatha's call for power came and distanced them location wise. They saw each other when they could, but after decades, Agatha distanced herself emotionally.

But that was the influence of the Darkhold. She doesn't know what her life would have become if she had never opened it. She tries not to think about it too  much.

As they arrive at a New York apartment building, Agatha can't shake the feeling of a familiar presence somewhere nearby. It's a tug at her dormant magic, a subtle yet undeniable sensation that sends a shiver down her spine.

Alice quickly opens a pocket dimension and teleports the texts away. "Alright. Before we go in there," Alice turns to face Agatha, who looks at her with a mix of confusion and apprehension. "Promise to not… make  a problem."

Agatha raises an eyebrow, her arms crossed defensively. "I’d need to know what's there to make a problem about beforehand, dear."

Alice hesitates, her expression betraying a hint of guilt. Agatha senses something off, but she can't quite put her finger on it. "Just... This is important," Alice urges, her tone earnest.

Agatha's lips purse skeptically, her eyes narrowing as she studies Alice. She clicks her tongue in annoyance but eventually relents with a sigh. "Fine."

"Thank you." Alice says, her tone filled with genuine concern as she leads the way. Agatha and Lilia exchange a questioning glance before following closely behind Alice, their curiosity piqued.

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Alice knocks on the healer's door, one hand in her pocket. Lilia stands on her left, impatiently tapping her foot. Agatha cracks a small smile at Lilia's visible boredom.

"Alright, so before you meet—"

The door swings open, revealing a taller woman with brown skin and dark brown eyes. Her gaze immediately falls on Alice, and a broad smile lights up her face.

"Ali! I wasn't expecting you so soon!" she beams, pulling Alice into a crushing hug and pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. Agatha's eyebrow arches in surprise as she slips her hands into her pockets. She licks her lips and clears her throat, effectively ending Alice's and her partner's greeting.

Alice glances back at Lilia and Agatha, a meek expression on her face. "Sorry, um, this is Lilia Calderu," she gestures to the magicless witch. "And—"

"Agatha Harkness. Pleasure's all yours, my dear," Agatha interjects coolly, raising her hand in a lazy wave, a small smirk playing on her lips as Alice rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, and Agatha. Anyway, this is—"

"Her girlfriend Jennifer," the taller woman smiles and nods hello.

"So you're the 'partner,'" Agatha uses air quotes, "Alice was talking about." Alice grumbles something unintelligible.

"I'd hope so." There's a beat of awkward silence. Then another beat. God's Agatha hates introductions. Jennifer breaks the silence, "I'm sorry, come in, please," she huffs an awkward laugh as she steps aside for the trio to enter.

Agatha is the last to enter after Lilia, and the familiar scent of honey and citrus hits her immediately. It burns her nose, bringing with it a flood of memories. Memories of her.

The apartment's walls are exposed brick with industrial piping on the ceiling and some on the walls. The high ceiling and large windows offer a view of the city, while the shelves filled with books—some familiar, some not—add a touch of scholarly charm. The warm lighting creates a cozy atmosphere, and the colorful decor is accentuated by an abundance of plants. Among them, one stands out to Agatha.

The moonflower.

Her favorite.

Agatha tries to ignore the familiarity and distract herself. She clears her throat, running a hand through her raven mane, her fingers getting caught midway through the many tangles. She can't lie—she sometimes forgets to care for her hair. With a sigh, she turns to face the group of witches gathered in the earthy kitchen. Lilia is examining the plants with a curious eye, while Jennifer and Alice chat animatedly about something. Agatha feels overwhelmed, not just by the apartment but by the memories it holds. She remembers it all, despite her efforts to forget. The dark witch clears her throat; it feels dry and scratchy. “So, Jennifer, are you the so-called witch doctor?” she rasps, rolling her eyes for added effect.

Jennifer is about to respond, but someone else speaks first.

“No, but I am. She's my apprentice.”

Agatha’s form tenses. That voice.

The voice she worshiped. The voice of the most powerful love she’s ever known. The voice of her old self. The voice she abandoned. The voice she recklessly left.

Agatha gulps, her heart racing. She slowly turns around and faces her. And there she is, everything she ever was. The chestnut brown hair Agatha used to braid and brush is now tied back in a lazy low bun that somehow still looks magnificent. Her perfect brown eyes are focused on a clipboard she’s holding. Her tan skin glows in the warm lighting. She's wearing a white button-up shirt tucked into black slacks, with a gray cardigan draped over her shoulders.

Her eyes meet Agatha’s, and the dark witch’s breath hitches in her throat. She grips the counter until her knuckles turn white, her lips pressed into a thin line. She clenches her jaw in silenced fear. She’s genuinely afraid of Rio—afraid of what she will see, of what she can do. Memories of those eyes flood her mind, pushing her to the breaking point. Rio has already ruined her once.

Those eyes, so piercing and profound, have the power to strip away her defenses, to lay her bare. Agatha feels the familiar sting of vulnerability, the terror of reliving past pains. She can almost hear Rio's voice from the past, feel her touch, the weight of their shared history pressing down on her. Every emotion, every wound, every moment they shared crashes over her like a relentless wave.

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Past

“Aggie!”

Agatha wakes up groggily, her head heavy, her body fighting to move a muscle. Her chemise is slightly damp from the cold sweat thinly coating her skin. She has overworked her body yet again. The Darkhold is the only reason her body hasn’t given out completely; it’s her final wall of defense. Slowly, she turns her head toward the voice.

She half-opens her tired blue eyes, meeting her love’s worried gaze. The green witch's eyebrows crease, and her smile is tinged with concern. Her brown hair cascades down her shoulders, and her button-up top and mens pants Rio had tailored herself, fit her figure perfectly

Agatha cracks a small smile at Rio’s creativeness.

Rio’s face softens as she walks up to her lover, gently taming the mess on Agatha's head and stroking it tenderly.

Agatha closes her eyes, reveling in the soothing feeling of Rio’s touch. It exponentially calms her anxiety.

“Little iris, I need you to take care of Nicholas. I need to tend to the garden for a while,” Rio announces quietly.

Nicholas is turning one soon, and it terrifies Agatha. She doesn’t know how to care for people. Even Rio knows this. Yet, she believes Agatha will be a great mother, despite Agatha's concerns.

Rio is naturally caring. She helps those in need and, contrary to Agatha’s own logic, empowers the helpless. When Agatha found out Rio was pregnant, she had a panic attack. All her childhood worries, fears, and pains came flooding back, hitting her like a storm. She doesn't want to fail her son. She so wants to be there for him, but… she knows, in the end, she won't be. One way or another, the shell fails.

‘So leave then.’ Those are the words the Darkhold has been whispering for a while now, weaving itself more and more into her life.

She tries to ignore it. She really does.

“And you’re sure you can't take him with you?” Agatha asks.

Rio smiles sadly. “It's hot out, and he needs to spend time with you.”

“But what if—”

“I know you're scared, my love. But he needs you as much as he needs me.” Agatha wants to roll her eyes at that but refrains.

“Rio, I'm not… I’m not good at this.”

“That’s like you telling me you’re not good at being you.” Rio giggles, taking the dark witch's face in her hands and making Agatha open her eyes to meet Rio’s loving gaze. “He loves you for you.”

Agatha gulps. “I’m not good enough.”

“I promise you. You’re more than enough. You’re the best mother he could ask for. Once he learns how to talk, of course.”

Agatha giggles at that, but despite all of Rio’s praise...

She was wrong.

__

Rio’s face falls into a small frown. They stare at each other for what feels like years, just taking each other in. 

“Agatha,”

“Rio.” Agatha’s voice is barely above a whisper, the name feels foreign on her tongue. 

She feels incredibly small.

[hjea]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

aw hi! thanks for sending this along—how about i share three me + star trek facts, since we connected through enterprise, my beloved.

i started watching star trek for the first time in 2021, after only 15 or so years of (gentle) pressure from my darling friend @eggsworthy. despite loving lots of sci-fi, i was always under the impression that star trek was kind of stuffy and boring. plus the sheer amount of it was pretty intimidating. but a year into the pandemic, i finally reached the “eh, fuck it, it’s all on netflix anyway, let’s do this” and we started tng from the beginning. and uh… yeah! obsession ho, trek is exactly my jam! who knew? (@eggsworthy knew)

i’ve since watched all of: TNG, Picard, Lower Decks, Voyager, Prodigy, Strange New Worlds, and Enterprise. I’ve also seen a handful of TOS episodes, plus Star Trek II - VI and the four TNG films. I’ve only seen one episode of Discovery, so I should probably give it more of a shot, but I can’t say it really held my attention. i’ve also been SLOWLY making my way through DS9, but (unpopular opinion time?) it has yet to really make me fall in love with it, the way I fell for TNG, Voy, and Enterprise so much more quickly. i’m midway through season three, and i know most people say it really picks up when it gets to the dominion war stuff proper, so I’ll keep plugging away at it. but where i think it’s lacking for me is i just don’t love the characters as much as the other treks. i’ll be the first to admit that Voy and Enterprise had some pretty significant writing structure and plot problems along their runs, but at least the characters had me going “yes! i love this idiot. i gotta keep watching and find out what happens to them next” from season one all the way through.

the one star trek fic i posted this past fall (an enterprise one here if you’re curious) is the longest fic i’ve ever finished. at less than 10,000 words it’s maybe not a GREAT accomplishment, but i’m still feeling pretty good about it. :D my fic writing style has always been “ooh, here’s an idea for a really cool scene! …yeah just the one scene… that’s it” so breaking out of that made me proud. i would definitely love to write more Enterprise, or any Trek fic, if another idea ever strikes me. prompt away if you’ve got ‘em! though i make no promises. the muse is shy and ever-rusty. but never truly gone.