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New Dress

logan howlett x fem!reader - fluff, inspired by clairo's song juna, new dress, suggestive, cute

Your put on a new dress and Logan loves it.

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“C’mere.” Logan’s voice was low, a playful command threaded through the syllables, as he lounged against the doorframe, arms crossed. His eyes flickered over you, taking in the dress with a heat that made it hard to ignore him.

But you did.

You shook your head, biting your lip as you twisted in front of the mirror, fingers smoothing the fabric down your sides, trying to catch every angle. “Wait,” you murmured, barely glancing his way. “I just need to see if it—”

Logan pushed off the doorframe with an easy stride, his boots barely making a sound against the floor. In a few steps, he was behind you, his large frame almost swallowing your reflection. He didn’t touch you—yet. He just stood there, the weight of his presence filling the room.

“It looks good,” he said, his voice softer now, a quiet certainty in the way the words fell between you.

You let out a small huff, rolling your eyes but still turning slightly, trying to get a better view of your back in the mirror. “You say that about everything , Logan.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Because you look good in everything.” His eyes met yours in the reflection, the intensity of his gaze sending a flicker of warmth down your spine.

You hesitated, your hands dropping to your sides. “Be serious,” you whispered, the vulnerability in your voice betraying the casual banter. “What if it doesn’t—”

Logan’s hands finally moved, his fingers brushing your waist lightly, almost testing the waters. You stiffened at first, but then his grip firmed, pulling you gently back against him. His body was warm and solid, the contrast between his steady confidence and your anxious self-assessment making your heart race.

“I am being serious,” he murmured near your ear, his breath warm against your skin. His hands slid to your hips, guiding you so you stood still, forcing you to stop twisting and turning. “Look at yourself.”

“I am—”

“No,” he interrupted, his voice now a little more firm. “Not like that.”

He shifted slightly, lowering his head so his lips hovered just above your ear, his breath sending a shiver through you. “You always do this. You look at yourself like you’re trying to find something wrong.”

You swallowed, your pulse quickening as his words sank in. In the mirror, his eyes stayed on yours, unflinching, steady.

“But there’s nothing wrong,” he continued, his fingers tracing small, soothing circles on your hips. “Not with this dress. Not with you.”

For a second, you couldn’t look at him. Your gaze dropped, focusing on the way his fingers moved against the fabric, the way his chest felt pressed against your back. It was grounding, the way he held you as if he could sense the flutter of doubt still lingering beneath your skin.

“You don’t have to hide anything from me,” Logan said quietly, his voice softer now, the teasing long gone. “You know that, right?”

You nodded, the words sticking in your throat. His sincerity hit harder than you’d expected like it peeled back layers you hadn’t realized you were wearing along with the dress.

“Good.” His lips brushed the top of your head, a brief, gentle touch that left warmth in its wake. “Now let me see this dress properly.”

He shifted you slightly, making you face the mirror again. But this time, his hands didn’t leave you. He stayed close, his fingers at your waist, his eyes still on your reflection.

You looked at yourself again, but this time through his gaze—at the way the dress hugged your body, the fabric flowing over your curves as if it belonged there. And in the mirror, you saw more than just yourself. You saw the way his expression softened when he looked at you, the quiet admiration in his eyes, the way his lips parted slightly as if even now, he was holding back something deeper.

“It’s not just the dress, you know,” he said after a beat, his voice thick with meaning. “It’s you. You make it look good.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. The room seemed smaller, quieter, as if the air between you had shifted, the playfulness melting into something heavier, more unspoken.

You exhaled the tension that had been knotting in your chest slowly unraveling under his touch. “You really think so?” you asked, still tentative, but there was a warmth creeping into your voice that hadn’t been there before.

Logan’s smirk returned, this time slower, more deliberate. “I know so.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your exposed shoulder, his lips warm and soft against your skin. “Now, c’mere for real,” he murmured against your skin, his hands sliding around your waist to pull you fully into him, his grip more sure, more insistent.

This time, you didn’t resist.

[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : HEALING HANDS : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Hugh Jackman x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: None!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: After a grueling 12-hour shift as a nursing student, you come home completely exhausted. Your boyfriend, Hugh, immediately notices your fatigue and helps you unwind by taking good care of you.

Based on this request.

THE SHIFT WAS ENDLESS. Twelve hours on your feet, running from patient to patient, double-checking charts, handling unexpected complications, and managing a dozen different emotions. The weight of your responsibilities clung to you, dragging your energy down to nothing. By the time your shift was finally over, you felt hollow, completely drained, like you had nothing left to give.

When you unlocked the door to your apartment, the soft creak of the hinges felt louder than usual. Your eyes were half-lidded as you stepped inside, setting your bag down with a thud, and kicking off your shoes with more force than intended. The scent of home greeted you—clean linen, a hint of lavender from the candles Hugh liked to light, and the faint trace of coffee from earlier in the day.

Hugh, your boyfriend, was sitting on the couch, his tall, broad frame sprawled out casually with a book in his hands. At the sound of the door, he looked up, his dark brown eyes immediately softening when he saw you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, setting the book aside and rising to his feet. “Rough day?”

You managed a tired smile, feeling the tension in your shoulders start to unravel just a little at the sight of him. "You have no idea."

Hugh crossed the room in a few long strides and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. The familiar warmth of his body, his steady heartbeat against your cheek, made you feel safe in a way that nothing else could. You exhaled deeply, like you'd been holding your breath all day and only now were able to release it.

"You look exhausted," he murmured, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. His thumb traced lightly over your cheek. "Why don’t we get you out of these clothes, hmm? How about a bath?"

“That sounds perfect,” you admitted, leaning into his touch. Every muscle in your body screamed for relief.

Hugh smiled, that gentle, reassuring smile that always made everything feel a little more manageable. He helped you shrug off your jacket, and you watched with grateful eyes as he carefully hung it on the coat rack. He guided you to the bedroom, his hands warm and steady as he helped you out of your scrubs. The exhaustion was so deep that even undressing felt like a monumental task, but with Hugh’s help, it felt easy, natural.

Once you were down to your underwear, he led you into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the space as he adjusted the temperature, testing it with his fingers until it was just right—warm enough to relax you, but not too hot to overwhelm. He undressed quickly, leaving his clothes in a neat pile on the counter, and you couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly attractive he was, even in these mundane moments.

You stepped into the bath first, sighing as the water enveloped you. Hugh climbed in behind you, and you leaned back against his chest, the weight of your body sinking into his. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, and the tension began to ebb away with the heat of the water and the solid comfort of his embrace.

“Talk to me,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing near your ear. “Tell me what happened.”

You let out a soft sigh, closing your eyes for a moment before speaking. “It was just... one of those days. One of my patients kept pulling out her IV, and I had to redo it like three times. Then we had a guy come in who needed an emergency surgery, and the paperwork was a nightmare. I felt like I was running around in circles.”

Hugh’s hands moved gently, one resting on your arm, the other tracing slow, comforting circles on your side. “Sounds like chaos.”

“It was. And there was this sweet old lady who was so nervous about her test results, and I just... I tried to stay positive for her, but by the end of the day, I was so drained. I feel like I didn’t do enough for her.”

“You always do more than enough,” Hugh reassured you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “You give so much of yourself to your patients, more than most people would. It’s okay to feel tired. It’s okay to need a break.”

You nodded, the words sinking in, even though a small part of you still felt guilty for not being able to give more. “Thanks,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the water.

For a while, you just stayed there, wrapped up in Hugh’s arms, the warmth of the bath and his presence slowly melting away the exhaustion. His hand moved to your hair, gently running his fingers through the damp strands, and you felt your mind finally start to quiet.

After a long while, Hugh spoke again, his voice soft and playful. “Alright, I think you’re turning into a prune. Let’s get you out of here.”

You chuckled, realizing your skin had started to wrinkle. With a little effort, you stood up, and Hugh followed, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around you before drying himself off. Once you were dry, he led you back to the bedroom, handing you one of his oversized shirts and a pair of sweatpants. You slipped into the clothes, comforted by the familiar scent of him on the fabric.

“There,” he said with a satisfied nod as you pulled the shirt over your head. “Now you look ready for dinner.”

You smiled, feeling a little lighter now. “What’s on the menu, chef?”

Hugh grinned and took your hand, pulling you gently towards the kitchen. “You’ll see.”

Once in the kitchen, Hugh lifted you onto the counter, settling you in a comfortable spot where you could watch him work. He moved around the kitchen with an easy grace, chopping vegetables, stirring sauces, his attention split between the food and you. Every now and then, he’d glance over at you, giving you a soft smile that sent warmth flooding through you.

“You make it look so easy,” you said, watching as he sautéed some onions, the scent filling the kitchen.

“Well, I don’t have to save lives all day, so I’ve got the easy job,” he teased, tossing a pinch of salt into the pan.

“Stop,” you laughed, rolling your eyes. “Cooking is a different kind of art.”

“And one I’m happy to master for you,” he said, shooting you a wink.

You watched him in comfortable silence, enjoying the simple, domestic scene. The exhaustion of the day was still there, lingering in the background, but here, in the warmth of your shared home, with Hugh cooking just for you, it didn’t seem as overwhelming.

When dinner was ready, Hugh carried the plates to the couch, setting them on the coffee table before returning to lift you off the counter with ease. You laughed as he did it, feeling weightless in his arms.

“You don’t have to carry me everywhere, you know,” you teased.

“I like carrying you,” he replied simply, setting you down gently on the couch before sitting beside you. “Now, let’s eat.”

The two of you ate together, curled up on the couch with your favorite show playing in the background. The food was delicious, as always, and you found yourself relaxing more with each bite, the weight of the day gradually fading.

After the episode ended, Hugh stood up and gathered the plates, heading to the kitchen to do the dishes.

“You don’t have to—” you started to say, but he cut you off with a look.

“Let me,” he insisted, giving you a soft smile. “You’ve done enough for one day.”

You didn’t argue, instead curling up on the couch and watching as he moved efficiently around the kitchen, his back to you as he washed the dishes. The sound of running water was soothing, and you felt your eyes growing heavier.

A few minutes later, Hugh returned, wiping his hands on a towel. He looked down at you, noticing how close you were to falling asleep, and shook his head with a fond smile.

“Come on, sleepyhead,” he murmured, leaning down to scoop you up into his arms once again. “Time for bed.”

You didn’t protest, letting your head rest against his chest as he carried you to the bedroom. He laid you down gently on the bed, sliding in beside you and pulling the covers over both of you. His arms wrapped around you, drawing you close, and you sighed in contentment, the last of your exhaustion melting away in the warmth of his embrace.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible in the quiet of the room.

Hugh pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Always.”

And with that, you closed your eyes, feeling safe, loved, and utterly at peace as sleep finally claimed you.

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[just-trying-to-fangirl-in-peace]

Blindly (Galadriel x fem!Elf!reader)

-> in which you find Galadriel in the waters of the Glanduin, acting strange in a terrifying way

Warnings: angst, being threatened with a knife

When you went looking for Galadriel, you hadn’t expected to find her lying motionless in the river. The sight was frightening enough on its own. Now that you have rushed to her side, your concern turns to terror as her eyes shoot open and she surges forward, aiming her brother’s knife at your throat with a murderous glare.

“How dare you take her form?” she hisses. “Deceiver!”

“Galadriel, it’s me!” you cry out, barely managing to catch her arm before her blade touches your skin. “Please—”

“Prove it!” she growls. “Tell me something only you would know.”

You blink at her, striving to understand. In the end, you cannot. All you can do is tell her what she wants to know, however irrational it may seem to you.

“You and me, in this river,” you say shakily, trying to gather your thoughts enough to speak. “It’s happened before, years ago. We were training with swords, aiming to improve my skills. Here, on this very grass. I lost my footing, and fell into these waters, clumsy as I had never been before. You asked me what had me so distracted, and so in a moment of boldness, I confessed—the way the sun caught in your hair had blinded me to the movements of your blade. You scolded me terribly for risking such injury at your hand. And then... Then, you kissed me.”

Your voice had softened as you spoke, and so did her gaze. Gradually, she lowers her knife until it is returned to her hip, a great breath of relief leaving her.

“Oh, my love,” she murmurs, her tear-filled eyes falling shut as she leans her forehead against yours. Your heart aches at the sight of her so weakened, moreso than you have ever seen her before.

“Galadriel,” you breathe out, your hand cupping her cheek with the most gentle touch. “My love, what has happened to you?”

She shakes her head, pulling away to meet your gaze with her pained one. “I have put you in such danger!” she says, voice quiet but filled with despair. You frown, still unable to grasp her meaning.

“There is no danger here,” you reassure her. “All is well.”

“If only that were true,” she’s quick to counter. Her face darkens, hands firmly on your shoulders as she looks you in the eye with the gravest of expressions. “Listen to me. For your sake, you must never speak with Halbrand again. You must never so much as stand near him!”

“Halbrand? But... why? He is but a man. Our friend—”

“No!” she all but shrieks, frightening you once again. She takes your hand from her face, cradling it to her heart in a grip so desperately tight it hurts. “I beg you, do not ask me why. But please, do as I say. Trust me, as you always have.” Tears slip down her cheeks, her voice trembling. “I cannot lose you as well. I will not.”

“Galadriel,” you say softly, as soothingly as you can muster through your own fearful confusion. “My love, breathe.”

To your relief, she does—in and out, and then again, her gaze linked with yours as her grip on your hand finally loosens. You shift it gently so that your palm is over her rampant heart, willing it to slow to a peaceful beat once more. “All right,” you agree, though you don’t know the reason. All that matters is that she is well. “All right, I will do as you say. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your promise seems to bring her some relief, but it is plain to see that she is still far from calm. She takes your face in her hands then, and presses her lips to yours with a deep, scorching need, as if to convince herself beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are solid and real. You let her, fingers tangling in her damp tresses as you return her kiss.

Later, you will seek the answers to your questions. For now, you can only offer her the comfort of your embrace and the promise she begs of you to make, trusting blindly in the one you love.

[stayandot8]

The Hoodie Boogie

Genre: fluff

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: hey! long time, no see! Sorry I've been so MIA, life is kicking my ASS right now. I've been working on the last part of Just One Yesterday and decided it needed an epilogue if I was going to end it the way I wanted so look forward to that if you want to.

WC: 1.5k

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“Hey, can I borrow this?” I picked up the hoodie that I had found on the carpeted floor. “I wanna run out to the store for our movie night and I didn’t get a chance before I came over.”

“We can go together if you want.” Chan wiped his wet hands on his sweats, leaving behind small streaks of water on the cloth. When he finally saw what I was indicating, he froze and turned a slight shade of crimson. His big brown eyes had grown even wider and his tongue darted out to wet his plush lips. It was his Mahagrid hoodie, the one he usually wore for his Channie’s room lives. “Uhh..”

“It’s okay, Chan, I don’t have to wear it. I can just…” I wandered back over to where I had rested my shirt from before. “I’ll just throw this back on.” And I started to, until his shout caught me off guard.

“No! No, it’s okay. Go ahead, baby.” He hadn’t taken his eyes off me since he saw what I was holding, like he was firmly planted to the ground. “Go…ahead.”

I pulled the sweatshirt over my head and pulled it down, the worn fuzz the missing piece of comfort I needed. It hung loosely on my shoulders and the sleeves were worn down enough that the rough feeling of being new had softened, giving the article the feeling of being lived in, given home-like qualities. It held remnants of his recent cologne, the one I bought for him for his birthday. He said he liked it; this was the proof. 

“It goes with my sweatpants.” He chuckled softly, stretching out his leg to show me. It did, like a matching set, the bold letters going across his leg. “We’re a real couple now, babe.”

“Yes, because the past few months have just been a warm-up. Between half your guys’ birthdays and a comeback to prepare for, it's been a breeze.” I slapped his shoulder as I passed him on the way to his bedroom door. He just shook his head and smiled as he grabbed our shoes. 

“You asked me out. What was I supposed to say when you practically begged me to.” 

“Begged you?! Christopher, what are you talking about?” I held the front door open for him, the softness of the hoodie ruffling against my bare skin and sending shivers of love down my spine. They had been happening more and more often these days. 

“Oh, you know what I’m saying.” His voice echoed throughout the stairwell, his laughter coming shortly after. It rang through the walls and into my veins like the melody to the lyrics my heart had been singing all by itself. “You gave me those eyes you have when you want something and I couldn’t say no to you. I never can when you look at me like that.” He put on his black mask and pushed the side door open, his hat tucking in his light orange hair underneath it. He held it open for me, just as I had done for him, and held up a mask identical to his to me. I took it and stepped out into the crisp, late October air. 

“I have no idea what it is that you speak of, Christopher. What ‘eyes’ are you talking about?” I began to feel the solidness of the sidewalk beneath my feet as I walked to the nearest convenience store, my boyfriend following behind me. When he caught up fully, he slipped his hand out of the pocket of his sweatpants and grabbed mine, intertwining our fingers and shoving them into the front pocket of his sweatshirt I was wearing. I had become used to his constant need for touch, feeling the growing need for it myself when I felt him near. It was a nice way to remind myself that he was always near, always with me. 

“Oh come on, you know exactly what I’m talking about. You get these big, round eyes that, I swear, start glowing. It makes it impossible to say no to whatever you’re asking. It’s a good thing I like you because it would’ve gotten me in trouble if you were to use it for evil like Han keeps asking you to.” His eyes were starting to get closer together, showing his smile behind his mask. His thumb started to rub against the back of my hand, sending electricity down through my arm. His touches were comforting, but they also set me on fire. 

The nights like this were what kept me going while he was away or locked in the studio or stuck in meetings for an album or whatever I needed the memory for. These were the things that kept me here, in his arms, hand in hand, in his small ass apartment he shared with his best friends in the entire world who understood him better than anyone. 

“I am one hundred percent sure that I have know idea what you or Han are talking about. He just asks me to try and get you out of practice early, which never works.” We took our favorite shortcut through a city park with blossom trees lining the sidewalk and a small river with an even smaller bridge crossing in the middle. “I don’t think I could pull you away from the studio if I was standing naked in the hallway.” He got quiet, like he was thinking about it.

“You could definitely pull me away with that, but not for the reason you think. More than likely, I would just try and pull you away to stop someone from seeing you like that.”

“But if the point is to get your attention, then it would work.” I widened my eyes while I glanced over at his masked face, knowing he could see my smirk. He nudged my shoulder and pushed me through the door of the 7-11. 

“Get in there.” He said as he let go of my hand to let me wander through the aisles and pick out what to get. I roamed through, grabbing the bag of chips that sounded the most appealing and went to the refrigerated section, finding him staring at the sodas. “When I first came here, I thought some of this stuff sounded so weird. Now, it makes sense.”

“What about it makes sense to you now?”

“I don’t know. It just does.” He opened the door and grabbed what he wanted, one for him and one for me. I opened the door next to it and grabbed the smoothie drinks he liked and one for myself knowing he would throw the cutest fit I’d ever seen if I didn’t. 

He took the chips and the candy I had grabbed and placed them on the counter and whipped out his card before I had the chance to protest. Not that I would have because I had left my wallet in his room. I had the foresight to know that he would never let me pay for it anyways. It was never an expectation and I was always grateful, carrying the bag out of the store as he thanked the cashier. 

“What candy did you grab?”

“There was something that looked new, something with chocolate and nuts and caramel or something. I thought it might be good with our popcorn.”

“You’re the smartest girl I know.” He slid his hand back to its original position, into mine and my pocket. We walked in comfortable silence back through the park, listening to the trees in the wind and the rustling of branches swaying in the wind. “You know…” He stopped me, pulling me to stop with him. “You wearing my clothes is making me happier than when you asked me out.”

“For the last time, I did not!” We both giggled. 

“Baby, listen! Listen to what I’m saying. No one has ever asked to wear my clothes before.”

“I know that’s not true, Han MUST have asked before me. He’s glued to you.”

“Not the point. No one I’ve actually wanted to has ever asked to wear my clothes. You did it so casually, it felt normal until I realized what seeing you in my hoodie would do to those butterflies I get when you’re around.”

“And…what did it do to them?” I asked softly. He pulled down his mask so I could see his lips form the words. 

“It made them go crazy. And it gave me a glimpse of what could be my forever.”

“Wow. A hoodie made you feel like this?”

“It did. So please don’t hesitate to ask to borrow anything else. What’s mine is yours. Officially.” 

“Oh, I am so buying you more clothes that I can steal. Finally! Something that you’ll let me buy for you!” I pulled down my mask as he brought me in closer to him until we were chest to chest. He gave me a sneaky grin before he kissed me.

“Not a chance.”

[chaotic-iguana]

Any or all of your characters washing readers hair for the first time.

yes yes yes please this is so good. let’s do it. lemme know what you think.

din djarin/javi peña/joel miller x reader.

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washing your hair ficlets:

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Javi: 

angst, violence, hurt/comfort, allusions to sa 

“Lean your head back for me, hermosa. That’s it.” His fingers run through your hair gently, untangling it before reaching behind you for the soap, lathering it in his hands before bringing them to your scalp. Your eyes are lined red with tears, the adrenaline crash leaving you with crippling fear. You’d gone after a lead blind, without waiting for backup, and the sicarios who cornered you had made it too clear what they had no fear doing to a female DEA agent. Choking on a sob, you watch Javi’s eyes soften in concern before pulling you into his chest. “It’s okay now cariño, I’m right here. I’ve got you.” Stroking the back of your head under the shower’s spray, he washed the soap out while soothing you softly. 

Joel:

angst, near death experiences, hurt/comfort

Too close. It had been too damn close with that clicker, and you both knew it. It had barely been an inch away from biting your arm when you twisted a blade into its neck. Back in Jackson after rushing back from the patrol, he practically ripped your clothes off of you, overwhelmed by the need to make sure you were okay. Safe. He pulled you into the shower, his hand never once leaving your body - grasping at your hand, shoulder, your waist. His hands were so gentle, even when running the soap over your body, as if he were afraid you would shatter under his touch. Like a mirage; an illusion flickering away to mock him, once again, of what he had lost. 

But you didn’t falter for a second, standing solid. Unyielding. Turning to face the faucet, you passed him the shampoo and let him card it through the matted, tousled tangles running down your back. The act of service, of monotony and repetition: detangling the hair, spraying it with water, rubbing soap into your scalp and rinsing it out - Joel needed this, and you knew. So you stood silently, letting his touch ground both of you. 

Din: 

fluff! din tries doing the nicest things for his wife and you cannot convince me otherwise. 

Din could die a happy man. He’d rented a room at an inn, dropping Grogu off with Karga for a few days alone with you after your riduurok, and here you were, chest-to-chest in his arms as you both lounged lazily in the bathtub. Such a mundanity - a luxury to him, but a mundanity to most. One that had quickly become the favorite part of both your routines. 

When he’d revealed his face to you, you were so overwhelmed you’d broken down sobbing; making him panic and spiral immediately. It wasn’t until your face scrunched up mid-cry and you mumbled something about it being so unfair that he was this beautiful and no one would know that his mind halted its panicked ramblings and he just stood to stare at you for a while. Beautiful? At the questioning look on his face, you’d sniffed and practically chastised him for being confused. At his amused, “I’m not beautiful, mesh’la, you are.” you’d frowned and said you’d prove it to him. Which involved many, many activities in various locations, one of them being washing his hair for him. 

Din couldn’t understand it from a practical point of view alone at first. Why would someone else wash your hair when you could do it yourself? It was the most menial part of his routine, one he barely gave any thought to, before you shushed him sternly and told him to turn around, Mandalorian, before I make you. Of course, your threat held no weight - you were a whole foot shorter than him, and you thought twice before hurting flies, but he’d obeyed it all the same. 

When your fingers first grazed his scalp, he’d nearly purred and leaned further into your touch. The way you tugged so softly on his tousled curls to pull them apart with a level of care that nearly brought tears to his eyes only made him fall deeper in love with you. And the adorable look of complete focus on your face, tongue poking out from between your lips as your brows furrowed in concentration made him want to kiss you, too. And he did, until you were both breathless and giggling in each other’s arms. It was the best thing anyone had ever done for him. And so today, he manouevered you into his lap and rested your head on his shoulder. Reaching down to peck at your lips, your nose, and your fluttering lashes, he could melt, beskar and all, at the sight of the smile you blessed him with now, followed by a giggle that made him feel a little dizzy. He brought his hands up to the loose braid you’d tied your hair into, and tenderly smoothed it out, wetting your hair and stroking it with such love that couldn’t help but reach up to kiss the corner of his mouth. 

Very few would classify your riduur as a creature of comfort. What they wouldn’t know was that after long hunts or tough days, he’d take care of you with the most loving act he’d been shown - washing your hair. 

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[adhdnursegoat]

Zero Year

cw: fluffy goodness 😊

word count: 1,071

The sun is blazing high over the water, casting ripples of light across the shimmering surface of the pool. Around you, Catwoman’s home has transformed into an oasis of laughter and camaraderie, the usual chaos of Gotham's underworld temporarily forgotten. Today, the notorious villains have traded their crime sprees for a day of swimming and lighthearted banter.

You find yourself floating in the deep end, chatting animatedly with Harley as she lounges on a bright pink float adorned with cartoonish palm trees. “I’m tellin’ ya, babe, Mistah J’s got nothin’ on the kinda crazy you and I could get up to at the beach,” she declares, her bright laughter echoing across the pool.

“Maybe next time, we should have a proper beach day. Sandcastles, margaritas, sand in the crotch, and all that,” you laugh along, nodding enthusiastically. The thought of a sunny day spent with friends fills you with excitement, but little do you know, a particular villain has other plans.

Unbeknownst to you, Edward Nygma lurks near the edge of the pool, a playful glint in his green eyes. He’s been quietly observing the scene, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. The others catch onto his intentions—Harley's eyes widen, a knowing grin spreading across her face, while Selina raises an eyebrow, leaning back to enjoy the impending chaos. Even Jonathan Crane, buried in his book, glances up with an amused shake of his head. They all know what’s coming, but no one warns you.

With the precision of a criminal mastermind executing a heist, Edward slips beneath the surface of the water, his movements fluid and stealthy, like a predator stalking its prey. You’re completely unaware of the danger lurking just beneath the waterline.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands grab your ankles and yank you underwater. A startled scream escapes your lips, but the sound is swallowed by the water as bubbles rush past your face. Panic surges through you, and you kick and thrash, desperately trying to break free from the grasp that drags you deeper into the cool blue abyss. The world around you dissolves into a swirl of liquid and frothy white, a chaotic blend of terror and confusion.

Just when you think you might lose your breath, the grip on your ankles releases you, and you shoot up to the surface, gasping for air. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you doggy paddle toward the slope where your feet can finally touch solid ground. Wiping water and stray strands of hair from your face, you turn to confront your assailant, only to find Edward standing a few feet away in the shallow end, a triumphant, smug grin plastered across his face.

“Edward Nygma! You—!” you sputter, splashing water toward him in retaliation. “You absolute jerk!”

He merely chuckles, slicking back his wet, auburn hair as he wades toward you, water cascading down his lean frame. “Oh, come now. You didn’t really think I’d let go of a perfectly good opportunity to see you soaking wet for me, did you?” His voice carries a self-satisfied tone, eyes glinting with mischief and a hint of admiration that sends a rush of warmth through you.

You huff, trying to maintain your anger, but his playful banter is disarming. The way his hair clings to his forehead, showcasing that boyish charm of his, makes it nearly impossible to stay annoyed. And those eyes—oh, those eyes—sparkling like emeralds under the sunlight, framed by the golden halo that dances around his pupils. It feels like he’s stripped you bare under the weight of that gaze, and you can feel your resolve starting to crumble.

Harley cackles from her inflatable flamingo, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “Geez, Ed! Ya nearly drowned ‘em!”

“Hardly.” Edward rolls his eyes in mock exasperation, but there’s a playful glint in his expression. “They know I’d never let anything happen to them.” His tone is smug, but there’s an underlying honesty that softens your irritation.

You narrow your eyes at him, desperately trying to keep up the pretense of anger. “You’re lucky I tolerate you, you know that?” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest in a feigned display of defiance, all the while acutely aware of how close he is, and how his proximity makes your heart race.

Edward wades closer, the water swirling around him as he closes the distance between you. The heat of the day is eclipsed by the warmth radiating from him, and you can’t help but notice how his chest is bare, the water droplets glistening on his skin. Being chest-to-chest with him has you flustered, and you hate that you find it so intoxicating. But no, you refuse to let your thoughts wander down that path. You set your jaw, glaring up at your tormentor with an exaggerated frown, willing yourself to focus on your anger.

“Lucky? No, babe,” he simpers, his voice low and smooth, sliding through the air like honey. “I’d just say I have a talent for knowing exactly how far I can push my luck.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes, though a small smile betrays you, tugging at the corners of your lips. “Well, next time, I’m pulling you under,” you threaten playfully, poking a finger into his chest.

He leans in closer, dipping his head lower, his eyes half-lidded with a challenging gaze that seems to pierce through your defenses. “I look forward to it.” The intimacy of the moment makes your pulse quicken. You catch sight of the smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks, an endearing detail that makes you want to sigh in exasperation and affection all at once.

You feel your jaw tighten, your nose scrunching and eyes narrowing in reflex, resolutely ignoring the overwhelming pull of attraction. No, you’re not falling for his wiles. Not at all. Nope.

Feeling you’ve said your piece and wanting to escape before he notices the blossoming blush threatening to creep across your cheeks, you turn to wade back to Harley, needing to put some distance between you. But Edward seems to have other plans. In a swift movement, he scoops you into his arms before you can make it two steps.

A startled squeal escapes you as he effortlessly slings you into the water, laughter bubbling from his lips as you hit the surface.

You’re gonna kill him.

[shadowdaddies]

Could I please request angst to fluff Nesta x Reader? I love your fics so much and have read them all multiple times ❤️

thank you so much love! I love writing for Nesta💜

What I Am is Yours

Nesta x Reader

Gwyn landed a right hook square in your jaw, bringing you out of the daze you’d been in. Grabbing the bone through your boxing glove, you gave her a bewildered expression, the Valkyrie giving you a knowing shrug before her knowing smirk turned towards Nesta.

Your heart sank as you watched the stunning female in talks with one of the Illyrian warlords, looking down her nose at him as the male shrunk under her gaze. You smiled knowingly, admiring Nesta’s raw power as the Lord bowed to her influence, admitting his defeat in whatever argument they were having.

As if alerted by a sixth sense, Nesta turned towards where you stood, silver-blue eyes trained on you for a long moment. She strode towards you with her long legs, amusement in her eyes as she stopped near where you and Gwyn were sparring. She focused on you, and the world stopped in that moment as you braced yourself for what you craved most: her attention on you.

Crossing her arms, Nesta nodded towards your hips. “You’re off center. Keep it up with that form, and your opponent will knock you off your feet in no time.” Her piercing gaze landed on your cheekbone. “And you’re distracted. Looks like Berdara already landed a solid hit.”

With that, Nesta strode away towards the next set of sparring partners, leaving your heart and pride fractured. 

Gwyn’s soft voice rang out from next to you. “You should talk to her, you know. Let her know how you feel.” 

You scoffed at those teal eyes, the way they looked on you with pity. “Why would I waste my time? She clearly doesn’t feel the same. You’ve seen how cold she is towards me. I swear she hates me,” you rambled, face turning red in anger and frustration as you squared up to Gwyn.

Gwyn gave you a deadpan stare, eyes flicking between you and the silvery-blue that you were unaware watched you from behind, drawn to you too often for their own liking. Gwyn squared up, smirking as she wrung out her hands.

“Sure, whatever you say. Just do something about this... tension you have. It’s unbearable for the rest of us.” You swung at her, the beautiful red-head effortlessly blocking your fist, giggling with amusement as you danced around the mat. 

“That’s time for training today, everyone. Stretch out your muscles and get out of here. I’ll see all of you tomorrow,” Nesta called, nodding at each passing Valkyrie as they left the training ring. 

You stayed in the corner, chatting with Gwyn about stopping by the library to grab a book this afternoon when you realized it was only the two of you and Nesta left. Nesta seemed to relax as she recognized the same, her posture softening as she made her way to where you stood with Gwyn by the water station.

Gwyn’s gaze followed yours over her shoulder, mirthful eyes twinkling as she watched the blush of your cheeks grow. “Nesta! We were just talking about the new Sellyn Drake novel,” Gwyn greeted cheerfully.

Nesta looked at you, bemused at the subject of choice. “Well Gwyn, if you have a copy, I’d love to read it,” Nesta responded, and you realized Gwyn’s plan.

The young priestess twirled her braid, a bright smile highlighting her striking features. “Oh, well... My only copy has already been promised for today-“ Gwyn paused, gesturing to you. “But I’m sure the two of you can work out an exchange, or read it together! That reminds me, I have to be going or Merrill will be on my case again,” Gwyn laughed, rushing away and out of the training area to leave you alone with Nesta.

“I didn’t realize that you were a fan of Sellyn Drake,” Nesta hummed, taking a seat on the bench by your side, motioning for you to do the same. You took a seat, muscles stiff as you grew nervous. “You’ve been distracted lately. That bruise could be much worse if Gwyn were better in hand-to-hand,” Nesta teased.

Her smile faded as she took in your expression, the way you chewed your lip, folding in on yourself as your thoughts wandered to just how obvious you had become with your feelings about Nesta. Her hand found your chin, lifting your gaze to hers.

The moment you dared to look into her eyes, the emotions that had welled up inside of you broke like a dam, words flowing from your mouth faster than you could register. “Nesta, I care about you. I mean, I think I love you. And I will get over it, I won’t let this be awkward. I just needed to get that off my chest because I have been holding it in for so long and I need to move on.”

Your eyes filled with tears, lips crumpling into a frown as Nesta watched you, her face unreadable. Her thumb swiped across your lower lip, eyes darkening as she held you in her trance. 

“What if I don’t want you to get over me?” she whispered. “What if I feel the same way?” Her thumb dragged down your lip harshly, forefinger curling under your chin as her stare grew heated. 

“W-why would you want to be with me?” you whispered, feelings of your inadequacy growing in front of the powerful female who held you, in her grasp in every sense of the term. 

Nesta let out a sharp, almost mocking laugh as though the question you posed was ridiculous to her. Her soft hand slid up to cup your cheek, stroking the skin there as her eyes wandered over you, taking her time to appreciate having you to herself. “Why wouldn’t I want you, would be the better question. I’ve held back as long as I could bear, holding onto the rare moments we’ve been able to interact during training or in the library. I am a mess, I am broken and healing. But I feel for you like no one else before.”

Your body heated, warmth spreading through your chest at her confession as you leaned into her touch. Reaching out a hand towards her, you pulled Nesta closer. “Please, don’t hold back anymore,” you whispered, desperate for any piece of her that she would give you.

As though she could read your thoughts, Nesta leaned in, her lips nearly brushing yours. “I do not know that I have much to give, but everything I have, everything I am, is yours,” she breathed, closing the distance between you as her lips molded with yours, the soft warmth of her skin setting a spark alight in your chest as you broke into a smile.

[gepazu]

in dreams, lars meets you in warm conversation.

(no doubt those are warmer words than the ones he exchanged with you personally.)

in those dreams, he was sat beside or across you — a pitcher of your favorite drink and a bouquet of forget-me-nots between you two as you ask him how he is and has been. if the sun still shines the way it did when you were younger; when your hands treaded his hair like familiar lands and knotted them into anthuriums. if clouds still came in the shape of lions and gave him bravery through wisps of sunshine and breeze.

(he remembers how his hand was in yours as he pointed to the outlines of the animal, squeezing your hand tightly to get your attention,

— then he remembers how you only let him take your faltering, and limp hand; musing on how it felt as if he were preying on a dead bird.)

akin to the other dreams he’s had of you — like clockwork, you would shift in your seat by the second inquiry — gaze sweeping over any answers the blond had ready for you, wilting pathetically as mere syllables back into his throat before you pour yourself another glass; eyes fixated on the way his expression softens straight into a solid flatline.

and lars watches how you never finish.

the liquid spills out of the cup, it reaches out and over the table to spill into running waters, flooding him to the knees in a near-desperation to soak into the living for something- anything that could live on— but the sun bleeds into his eye, and the morning starts again.

a cold cup of your favorite drink by his bedside table, your voice in mind; and like clockwork — he gets up solely to meet you in warmer conversations than the one he held with you on your deathbed.

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[justletmewritepls]

Between Peke J and Us (Matsuno Chifuyu x Reader)

The rain drizzled softly as I walked home from school, the usual route feeling unusually peaceful today. The quiet patter of rain and the distant rush of the nearby stream were calming until an urgent, high-pitched meow shattered the stillness.

I turned toward the stream and froze. A small black cat was flailing in the fast-moving water, its head barely above the surface. My heart jumped into my throat. Without a second thought, I dropped my bag and rushed toward the water.

My shoes skidded slightly on the wet grass as I approached the stream’s edge. Not bothering to remove my uniform jacket or shoes, I waded in, gasping at the shock of the cold water. It pushed against me, but I pressed forward until I was close enough to reach for the cat.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” I murmured, pulling it into my arms. Its claws scrabbled at my wet sleeves but quickly relaxed as I cradled it to my chest.

I struggled out of the water, shivering and soaked, the little black cat trembling in my arms. Just as I reached solid ground, a voice called out.

“Peke J! Is that you?”

I looked up to see a blond-haired boy sprinting toward me. His eyes, wide with worry, locked on the cat in my arms. Relief flooded his face as he skidded to a stop.

“Peke J! You found him!” he exclaimed, crouching down slightly to get a better look. His gaze flicked to me. “Are you okay? You’re soaked!”

“I’m fine,” I said, though my teeth chattered slightly. “Is this your cat?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice softening as he reached out to stroke the cat’s head. “He’s been missing all day. I’ve been looking everywhere for him. Thank you for saving him.”

“It’s nothing,” I said, though the icy chill running through me begged to differ.

“It’s definitely not nothing,” he said firmly. He shrugged off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders before I could protest. “You’re coming to my place to warm up. No arguing.”

“Wait, your house?” I blinked at him in surprise, but he was already gathering my discarded bag and leading the way.

“You’re soaked to the bone. It’s the least I can do for saving Peke J,” he said, glancing back at me with a boyish grin. “Besides, you’ll catch a cold like this.”

I hesitated but followed, holding Peke J close. He led me to a cozy apartment nearby. Once inside, he handed me a blanket and a change of clothes before setting Peke J on a plush bed near a heater.

“Make yourself at home,” Chifuyu said as he disappeared into the kitchen. Moments later, he returned with two steaming mugs of tea. “This should help warm you up.”

“Thanks,” I murmured, wrapping my hands around the cup. The heat seeped into my frozen fingers, and I couldn’t help but smile as Peke J meowed happily from his little bed.

“You’re a lifesaver, y’know,” Chifuyu said, sitting across from me. His expression softened. “Most people wouldn’t have jumped in like that.”

I shrugged, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. “I couldn’t just leave him.”

“Well, Peke J and I owe you one,” he said with a warm smile. “I’m Matsuno Chifuyu, by the way.”

“[Y/n],” I replied, smiling back. “And I guess it’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too, [Y/n]. You’re a hero today.”

As we chatted, the warmth of the tea and Chifuyu’s kindness made the cold and rain feel like a distant memory.

[hanairoyume]

Chapter 6: Lost and Found

The day had started off so peacefully. I had decided to explore a quiet spot near the riverbank, hoping to enjoy some solitude amidst the natural beauty. The sun filtered through the leaves, casting a golden hue over everything. Birds sang their melodious tunes, and the gentle rush of the water was like a soothing lullaby. A thought crossed my mind—I wished Sakura were here to see this. But instead of dwelling on it, I snapped pictures, already planning to share it with him later.

I was lost in the moment, taking pictures and jotting down notes, when suddenly, disaster struck. One careless step and I found myself slipping on the muddy riverbank. My phone slipped from my fingers and disappeared into the water with a splash. Panic gripped me instantly.

"Oh no!" I cried out, scrambling to my feet and desperately scanning the river's surface. My phone was gone, swept away by the current. But my immediate concern wasn't just the phone itself—it was the charm I had placed on Sakura's phone, a matching set symbolizing our unexpected bond. How could I lose it?

Without thinking, I waded into the shallows, hoping against hope to retrieve it myself. The water was cold, and my feet slipped on the rocky riverbed. As I struggled to stay afloat, I realized the water was deeper than I had anticipated. Panic surged as I floundered, unable to find solid ground beneath my feet. What a time to wish I had learned how to swim.

Just as I began to fear the worst, a shadow fell over me. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me upward with surprising ease. Gasping for breath, I found myself face to face with Sakura, his expression a mix of concern and disbelief.

"What are you doing?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with worry. "You could have drowned!"

"But my phone…" I started, teeth chattering from both cold and embarrassment.

Sakura's eyes softened as he understood the gravity of the situation. "Your phone?" he repeated gently, helping me back onto solid ground. "Is that what you were risking your life for?"

I nodded miserably, feeling utterly foolish.

"The charm…" I began, my voice wavering. "It's important. It's like the one you have."

Sakura's cheeks tinged with pink, caught off guard by my sincerity. Before he could respond, determination flashed in his eyes. "I'll find it" he promised.

"Stay here" he instructed firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

He plunged back into the river with determined strokes, disappearing beneath the surface. Minutes stretched into eternity as I watched, torn between worry for him and gratitude. Finally, he resurfaced holding my phone.

"Here," Sakura said breathlessly, handing me the phone. I sneezed involuntarily, the cold finally catching up to me.

He draped his jacket over my shoulders, which, as it seems, he removed before jumping into the water. The warmth was a comforting embrace against the chill of the water.

"You're going to catch a cold because of some stupid phone," Sakura scolded me.

"I told you it's not stupid," I smiled, trying to lighten the mood despite my embarrassment.

Sakura's cheeks turned a familiar shade of red, but a small smile played on his lips. "Let's get you home," he said quietly, guiding me back towards the path.

As we walked, Sakura couldn't resist shaking his head. "Jumping into the water like that," he muttered, a mix of annoyance and concern in his voice. "You could have drowned."

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking straight," I admitted, trying to keep my tone light as I sneezed again.

"Now you'll be sick because of some stupid charm," Sakura replied with a half-smile, his worry evident despite his attempt to appear unaffected.

As we reached my doorstep, Sakura sneezed. "And now you'll be sick because of some silly girl," I teased gently. Sakura hurried me inside. I closed the door behind me, leaning against it with a soft chuckle. Through the frosted glass, I saw Sakura still standing there, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Not some silly…" Sakura's voice trailed off, lost in his own thoughts as he turned and walked away.

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[starlightshadowsworld]

The new Hopper part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Vance hadn't realised how much he'd missed Finney till he was curled up in his arms.

He didn't like to think of his time in the basement.

None of them did.

But if there was one almost happy memory of that place was how he and the others would sleep.

The Grabber... Liked to watch.

And they were afraid he'd take one of them in the night.

Maybe kill them off or worse.

And so they would take the mattress and the thin sheet and lay it over them all.

They slept all curled up in a tangle of arms and legs.

It made them feel grounded, solid in the knowledge that they weren't alone.

Feeling each others hearts beat in synch, knowing they were alive.

They weren't alone.

Vance could feel the phantom sensation of Billy's back on his side, said boy resting his head on Bruce.

Who was sandwiched between Robin and Griffin.

And Finney... Finney fell asleep in Vance's arms, just like he did now.

It had been so bizarre, near laughable, for someone as small and frightful as Finney to feel comfort in the arms of Vance Hopper.

Now?

Now it was like putting a bandaid on a wound.

Vance let his curls fall on Finney's face, letting him know he was here.

And if Finney's grip on Vance's shoulder tightened for a second before loosening.

Well that was between them.

He had questions, so many but he didn't care. For the first time since he'd left Denver, Vance felt at peace.

The rest of the rooms occupants looked at them, in shock yes because everything since Vance had entered had been one mind blown after the other.

But this, this they looked at with fondness and quietly went back to their meal.

It had been a long time since they'd seen Steve so relaxed.

Robin held up a slice of Pizza to Vance, who with a snort chomped it, eating it all up.

God he was starving.

He didn't want to let go of Finney though, anxiety pooled in his stomach.

He knew it was fine but the idea of letting him go felt like he'd dissappear again.

Robin didn't seem bothered, simply holding up another slice for Vance to munch on."

Man there almost as werid as Robin and Steve." Said Dustin.

Vance looked up, squinting at him "... Dustin... Wait YOUR Henderson?" He asked, putting 2 and 2 together.

Now he wasn't distracted by seeing his friend in person again, Vance realised he had heard the names of everyone in the room in Finney's letters and calls home.

"So your the legendary Dustin Henderson I've heard so much about." Dustin practically preened under the praise. "That I am, what's Steve say about me?"

"That your hella smart, your funny, you got wicked hair." Vance's smile morphed into a smirk as Dustin preened became more and more. "And your a complete and total butt head."

Eddie laughed so hard he fell off the sofa. "He's got you there, Henderson." Dustin huffed. "That he loves like a brother" finished Vance, Dustin blinked and than beamed.

Eddie looked at Vance "sooo, your Steve's mystery best friend?"

Vance snorted "Nah that's her" pointing to Robin who grinned. "He's my friend, he's everything to me" said Vance simply, smiling down at his friend as he snored softly.

He felt tears well up in his eyes.

"I've missed him."

Eddie softened "hey, he seems glad to see you too. Though I didn't expect an ol friend of Steve's to be soo... Nice.... Er... No offence."

Vance snorted "nah I'm a grade A asshole just you wait." Eddie grinned "ohhh? Oh do share."

Vance shook his head with a smirk "nope, you'll have to figure it yourself, Eddie."

Eddie grinned wider, rolling over with a hand on his heart. "Oh, the honour of Stevies friend knowing me, I could just faint. Oh be still my beating heart!" Vance couldn't help but laugh at his antics.

Eddie got up from the floor and bowed.

"I'll admit, wasn't expecting you to have a secret sister Cheif." He said looking at Hop who was having some water.

"There's a lot you don't know about me Munson... And no I'm not going to tell you." He said deadpanned at Eddie's hopeful look.

"Oh I'll figure it out one way or another, scouts honour." Hopper shook his head, turning from Eddie's ridiculous salute to look at Vance.

Finney, gripped his shoulder tightly because even in his sleep he knew when one of his friends needed him.

Vance let out a deep breath.

Hopper kept his distance and tried to look as non-threatening as possible. "How is your mum anyway?"

"She's fine... Well not fine but" Vance ran a hand through his hair. One the kids, Robin and Eddie recognised as the same thing Steve did when he was nervous.

Something he'd picked up from Vance.

It was worrying how carefree and happy Vance had been up until now where he looked skittish.

Robin shuffled up beside him till there knees were touching, and Vance felt a wave of gratitude for her.

Sure he'd met Robin prior but it was over the phone and here she was making sure he was okay.

"Erm... She.. I... She's gotten into gardening recently. Mrs Miller across the street has this big ol rose bush and Ma thinks it's the best thing since sliced bread. Got a bunch of plants and pots all around the house."

He was rambling and he knew it.

His relieve came from Argyle of all people who nodded sagely "gotta respect a lady who knows her plants." Vance nodded, feeling some of his anxiety ease.

He tried to brush off that he probably looked pathetic but no one was judging him.

"Sorry I don't know who you are..."

Argyle smiled, giving him a side hug without touching him "names Argyle."

Vance appreciated that, he didn't like to be touched by anyone who wasn't one the boys or his Ma.

His blood ran cold.

The boys... He'd forgotten to check in.

"I need a phone" He said. Hopper raised an eyebrow, Vance looked away from him. "I need the phone... Is there a phone I can use?"

It took all of his self restraint plus Finney not to yell it.

He needed a phone... Now.

"Hey" said Jonathan, "I'll show you it." Robin gently took the sleeping puddle known as Finney out of his arms and he clung to her like a koala.

Vance didn't want to let him go but he needed to check in.

He followed Jonathan to the phone and tried not to rapidly type the number in.

On the second ring it was answered.

"Billy!.. PB, you there?!"

Nothing.

He knew it! He was too late, he was too late he was to-

"Yeah?! Yeah! Yeah I'm here. Robin's in the bathroom. Griffin's sat here petting Rosie with me, Bruce is here."

"Hey!"

"Hi!"

Vance breathed a sigh of relief, slumping against the wall and digging his fingers through his hair.

"Fuck! I'm sorry...I forgot to get the phone number and to check in but we came to some house dinner thing."

Shame and embarrassment welled up inside him. Could've leave for one day without messing up.

"It's okay man, you were in a rush and we're okay. We're all okay. Are you okay?" Asked Bruce.

Vance nodded before remembering Bruce couldn't see him. He took a few deep breathes "yeah.. Yeah I'm okay."

A now, awake Finney yawned and walked over and took the phone from Vance and squeezed his shoulder.

"Hey Bruce."

Bruce said hi back before the phone was snatched from him.

A scuffle happened over the phone line before "Hey Finn" was heard, loud and clear. Finney's face lit up like a star in his beloved sky.

"Robin!"

The two of them began catching up like they hadnt spoken earlier.

Vance rested his head on Finney's shoulder, he could just picture them all at Billy's and sighed, relaxing at their familiar voices.

"Oi! Arellano stop hogging the fucking phone." He said though he knew it would fall on deaf ears.

Anything that wasn't Finney Blake didn't matter to him at the moment.

Vance left them too it though he added his snarky input here and there until a happy Finney handed him the phone.

"And Bobbins here" said Vance, letting Robin hear the boys hi and hellos which she returned back with vigor.

She definitely belonged in their werid hodge podge of a friend group.

"Oh wait, is my cousin there? He said he was staying in Hawkins." Asked Robin, saying something that wasn't shout Finney for the first time in a while.

"Your cousin?" Asked Vance he looked at Finney but he looked just as confused.

"May I? " Asked Argyle, taking the phone. "Robin my man, how are you!"

Vance and Finney both stood in confused silence, neither having any idea what was going on.

"I'm sorry does everyone have a secret family member we don't know about?!" Asked Eddie.

[giggle-me-this]

[ Change ] - Cat sees Jackie's engagement ring for the first time 👀

@outterridge @harrixtpinnock

At sixteen, Jacqueline Outterridge was extraordinary and untouchable—a shooting star in a young woman’s body.

She was wild, and carefree; the one you always wanted to have at a party, she sparkled at the center of every room she walked into like a living diamond. 

She danced in and out of peoples’ orbits and left imprints of her radiance in their mind’s eye. She was unforgettable and enviable. Everyone wanted to be near her, to be friends with her, to be in her bed or on her tongue or just warmed by the beam of her fickle attention. Boys and girls from every Ilvermorny house would fall all over their feet just to drown themselves in her heavy, heady laugh, like liquid mercury. A manic pixie dream girl for all she encountered. Everyone wanted to be her.

But Jacqueline Outterridge was as unattainable as starlight itself; she was friendly with everyone but close with but a few. She gave love freely, but never her whole heart. Her feet were never fully planted on solid ground. She had secrets she kept guarded behind green eyes and coy smirks. Like a fox that always slipped its snare, she was a creature that had yet to be caught and held by anyone.

Which is why it came as a great surprise in her sixth year, when she returned to Ilvermorny wearing an engagement ring.

Jackie’s Pukwudgie housemate and close confidante, Catelyn, had been eyeing the ring with sullen suspicion for the better part of an hour when Jackie gave her friend a teasing laugh and said, “You can stop looking at it like it’s going to jump up and bite you, darling—it’s just a silly piece of jewelry!”

Catelyn returned to her a glare that said she was not in the mood for Jackie’s patronizing. “That is not all it is, and you know it…” Jackie just blinked those inscrutable emerald eyes at her, being purposefully obtuse, which seemed to exacerbate Catelyn even more. “…who even is it, Jackie? And why didn’t you tell me?”

Jackie danced her fingers through the air flippantly. “It happened fast, that’s all! His name is Hamilton Pinnock III. He’s the Giggle Water guy, you know—from the papers…”

Catelyn looked both revolted and, arguable, physically ill at this news. Her tone was imploring when she asked, “Isn’t he a little old, for you? And what about—?”

Jacqueline’s lovely and genial disposition darkened in an instant as she snapped with warning, “Don’t, Cat—you swore you'd never speak about her…” Catelyn did look abashed, and Jackie softened back to a more neutral tone as she added, “…and he’s hardly too old. He’s twenty, and already very successful…”

Catelyn’s expression was wounded, and searching, and Jackie averted her eyes to avoid the way it pried. There was heavy silence between them for a moment, before Jackie smiled and said, “Come on, Kitten. Don’t look at me like that—”

Cat bristled at the breezy use of the intimate nickname. “Don’t call me that, don’t try to dance around me like you do everybody else. It's me, so would you just, please don’t be so…are they making you do this? What do they have on you, Jackie? I know this isn’t what you want…”

Jackie sighed, melancholy and resigned, deep inside herself where no one could reach her. Because what no one knew about being born an Outterridge was that your comfortable life, the pure blood in your veins—it came with a debt that would one day have to be paid; spread the pollen of their influence, as advantageously as you could. That was the debt she owed. Addison had managed well enough, and Graham would certainly have no issues finding a suitable match. Eloise was still a baby, really. 

But Jacqueline? She was the jewel the Outterridges had been waiting centuries for, capable of giving the family power unlike any they’d ever known. A valuable gem like Jacqueline on the crown of anyone less than an emperor would be the greatest disappointment of the Outterridge legacy.

After a while, she said, “This is just the way things are done, in my family, okay? It doesn’t matter what I want—I had my fun, and I’m grateful for that—”

“So it’s about what, money?” Cat interrupted with disbelief.

“No, I’m—you know I’m not like that—”

“That disgusting rock on your hand would beg to differ.” It was Jackie’s turn to look wounded (even though the ring—a priceless American heirloom that had been featured in magazine spreads—was ridiculous) as the young women stared at each other, each of them stung, and betrayed, and powerless. It was Cat who broke first: “I’m…sorry, I know that’s not you. I just—I thought…”

And when she met Jackie’s eyes now, her expression was sheepish, and full of this longing that she just couldn’t hide, sometimes, when she looked at Jackie. 

And Jackie knew, deep down she knew what it was that Cat wanted from her. She wasn’t oblivious; there were many people that wanted that sacred something from Jacqueline Outterridge, wanted that precious and fragile thing that Jackie was unwilling to give. 

If she were to give it to anyone, she could imagine it might have been Catelyn. But Jackie wanted—no, she needed Cat to give something else and be someone else, for her. A friend, an ally through the dark days that lay ahead. A keeper of secrets.

She reached out and grabbed Cat’s hand, squeezing it. “I love you, babe—you know that, don’t you? Nothing is going to change that, I promise! Besides, it’s better this way—who knows, if you actually said ‘yes’ to Graham asking you out one of these days, we could even be sisters!” 

Cat gave Jackie the look that she always did, when Jackie’s brother’s persistent interest in her was brought up, and Jackie laughed. It melted Catelyn’s defenses, that damned laugh. She squeezed Jacqueline’s soft, lovely hands, never wanting to let them go.

And the rock that sat on Jackie’s finger dug into her skin, like a wall of stone between them. Catelyn squeezed harder, until the sharp diamond edges stung like a bite; nearly sharp enough to draw blood—the blood that would always run so much thicker than water.

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the rugged coastline as you and Rhys stood at the edge of a cliff. The ocean stretched out before you, its waves crashing against the jagged rocks below, sending up sprays of foam that sparkled in the late afternoon light. The air smelled of salt and fresh earth, the breeze carrying the crisp tang of the sea.

You had no idea how you ended up on this cliffside, staring out at the vast expanse of water, but you didn’t mind. It was exactly the kind of impromptu adventure that Rhys was always good at suggesting. You were far from the familiarity of home, far from the quiet comfort of your bedroom, but somehow, this felt just as peaceful.

Rhys stood beside you, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, a relaxed, content expression on his face. His hair ruffled in the wind, the soft curls bouncing with every gust. He was grinning like he had a secret—one that only he knew—and you couldn’t help but smile back, the warmth of his presence grounding you despite the overwhelming beauty of the scene around you.

“How do you always get me to do these things?” you asked, shaking your head as you glanced over at him.

Rhys’s smile grew even wider. “I have a gift,” he said, winking at you. “But seriously, you needed a change of pace, didn’t you? I thought you’d appreciate a little adventure.”

He stepped forward, motioning to the steep path that led down the cliffside. It was rocky and uneven, but there was a rope ladder anchored to a tree near the edge, leading down to a hidden cove below. You hadn’t even noticed it at first, but now that it was pointed out, you could just make out the sandy shore at the base of the cliff, the water lapping gently at the beach.

Your heart skipped a beat. “You want us to climb down there?”

Rhys’s grin softened into something more reassuring, though his eyes still sparkled with excitement. “Of course I do. It’s a secret spot. No one else knows about it. Just us.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. “Are you sure it’s safe?”

“Safe enough,” he said, the hint of mischief in his tone suggesting that he might be stretching the truth a little. “You trust me, don’t you?”

You met his gaze, the seriousness of his question settling in. Despite the doubt that crept in, you nodded. “I do. Alright. Lead the way.”

Rhys’s grin returned, and he stepped up to the rope ladder with a casual ease that made you wonder how many times he’d done this before. As he began to descend, his voice floated up to you, light and teasing. “Don’t look down too much. It’s a long way down.”

You took a deep breath, your hands gripping the ladder as you followed him. The first few rungs felt solid beneath your feet, but as you looked down, your stomach lurched. The sheer drop below made you dizzy, but Rhys’s reassuring voice kept you steady.

“Focus on me,” he called up. “Just look at me, and you’ll be fine.”

You did, keeping your eyes locked on him as he reached the bottom and stepped onto the beach. His eyes never left you as you made your way down, his smile never faltering, and something in his steady presence calmed your nerves. It wasn’t about the climb, really—it was about knowing that no matter what, you weren’t alone.

When your feet finally hit the sand, you let out a relieved breath. Rhys was waiting for you, arms outstretched as though to catch you if you needed it.

“See? Not so bad,” he said, his voice laced with pride.

You gave him a playful shove, feeling the warmth of his laughter ripple through you. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Crazy in love with adventure, yeah,” he said, looking out at the cove with a glint of wonder in his eyes. “I knew you’d like it down here.”

The beach was beautiful, isolated from the rest of the world, and it felt like a secret, just for the two of you. The ocean’s rhythmic sound created a calming backdrop, and the fading sun painted the sky in soft hues of orange and pink. Rhys sat down on a large rock near the water’s edge, his legs dangling, and you joined him.

There was a peaceful silence between the two of you as you gazed out over the ocean. The wind picked up again, tousling your hair, but you didn’t mind. It was peaceful here. For the first time in a while, the tension that had been weighing on you—whether from work or from life—seemed to dissipate.

“I can’t believe you knew about this place,” you said, your voice quieter now.

Rhys looked over at you, his expression softening. “I’ve been coming here for a while now. I needed somewhere to clear my head. Sometimes, it’s nice to just be away from everything. I thought you might need it too.”

You nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. The solitude of the cove, the way it felt as if the rest of the world had melted away, was just what you needed. You didn’t need the constant noise, the distractions. Sometimes, you just needed the peace. And Rhys seemed to understand that in ways no one else did.

“So,” Rhys said, his tone turning playful again as he nudged you with his elbow, “what’s the verdict? Did I impress you?”

You laughed softly. “Okay, fine. You were right. This place is amazing.”

“Thank you. I knew you’d come around.” He paused, glancing at the horizon. “You know, there’s something about the way the sky looks right now. The colors are so perfect. It reminds me of when we were younger, spending entire summer days chasing sunsets.”

You smiled, remembering those carefree days—long, endless summers spent on adventures that felt bigger than life itself. You and Rhys had always shared that sense of wanderlust, that desire to find new places and new experiences together.

“I missed those days,” you admitted softly.

“Me too,” Rhys said, his voice quieter now. “But I’m glad we’re still doing this, you know? It’s like we haven’t lost that spark. I want to keep making these memories with you, even if we’re not kids anymore.”

There was a sincerity in his words, a truth that rang clear in the way he looked at you. You could see it in his eyes—the way he valued these moments, the quiet adventures, the laughter, the connection. And for a moment, you let yourself be fully present, fully in this moment with him, without any of the distractions that usually tugged at your thoughts.

“I’m glad too,” you said quietly, meeting his gaze. “I don’t think I ever want to stop doing this with you.”

Rhys smiled, his expression softening as he reached out to squeeze your hand. “Then we won’t. There’s always more to discover.”

The last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the horizon, casting the sky in deep purples and blues. The stars began to emerge one by one, and you and Rhys sat there for what felt like hours, not saying much, just existing in the quiet beauty of the moment. It was the kind of day that didn’t need words to be remembered, one that would stay with you, tucked away in your heart.

And you knew, with Rhys by your side, there would always be more adventures to come—whether on a secluded beach, a quiet forest trail, or even just a calm evening spent together at home. It didn’t matter where you were, as long as you were with him.

[semixfenz]

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