#as that one guy my husband fawns over would say

[cactusdying]

yaaaaayyy

[sweetteainthesummerx]

⋆·˚ ༘ * oh, my, my, my ⋆·˚ ༘ *

nhl masterlist !

pairings: quinn hughes x childhood friend!reader, jack hughes x platonic best friend!reader, quinn x artist!reader

warnings: angst and comfort, fluff

summary: you and quinn throughout the years, and how you fall in love <3

song: mary's song (oh my my my) by taylor swift

word count: 4.4 k

notes: I love lake quinn sm :)

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our daddies used to joke about the two of us, growing up and falling in love, our mamas smiled, and rolled their eyes

"oh, she's so tiny!" ellen cooes, cradling the little bundle of pink, "and she has your eyes, birdie."

your mother smiles at the nickname her college friend had given her freshman year, when a bird had pooped on her head during a girl's night out.

it stuck (literally), and almost 10 years later, as her best friend holds her babygirl, she's reminded of everything they'd been through together.

"congrats, man. the first girl in the family!" jim slaps your dad on the shoulder, the two men smiling at their wives.

"oh, she's just precious." you yawn, and all of the adults are reduced to an awwing mess.

quinn toddles over, chubby toddler legs still unsure. he lands on his butt half a foot away from ellen, who lifts him up with the hand that wasn't holding you.

"look, quinny."

quinn reaches out a finger towards you, and jim is about to chide him when your tiny little fist locks around it. his wide eyes widen even more. you gurgle happily at him, and for the first time in a while, he goes completely still, enraptured by the baby in front of him.

"oh." your father whispers.

"well, that's your son-in-law now," jim laughs.

"hey, don't count out jack! they're closer in age, after all."

your mom rolls her eyes, as ellen snorts, "let's not pre-write our kid's futures before they're five, please."

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

i was seven and you were nine, i looked at you like the stars that shine

"y'know, birdie," ellen starts, "the boys might be right."

"no, they cannot eat four pb and j's and then go to the carnival-"

"no, not the little ones!", ellen laughs, "our husbands. they might be right."

"oh, that? the whole son-in-law thing?" your mom grins, as she watches luke chase after you with a worm.

the two women are silent and thoughtful as you - screaming at the top of your lungs - duck behind quinn, who sternly tells off his little brother. your sticky hands lace with his, naturally, albeit a bit awkward the way only kids can be.

you absolutely adore quinn. he's your protector, the one you turn to more often than not. jack is your best friend, and you remind her of that often. luke is your baby brother, the one you coddle and fuss over.

and the boys adore you just as much; jack plays pirates with you all day, Luke follows you like a puppy, and quinn...

he's staked a claim on you that makes your mom laugh, but worry a little when your older and you inevitably find someone who isn't him.

it never occurred to her that he might be the one.

"oh my god." your mom says as your dad walks in with jim.

"ha! see? I know I put money on my son for good reason." jim says gleefully, and quickly pipes down at ellen's dirty look.

"jack is also your son, man." your dad shakes his head.

"seriously? you guys made bets on the future love lives of your prepubescent kids?"

"birdie, it's just a joke!"

he eats his words as quinn leads you through the door. you're in tears, a nasty scrape on your knee. he's got your hand cradled in his.

ellen and your mom fawn over it, how brave you were, but all you could remember is how quinn held your hand the whole time.

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

take me back when our world was one block wide, i dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried

when you're ten, you almost have your first kiss.

you're going through a phase, really, when all you would wear were your overall jean shorts, a big t-shirt and your red converses. you have little pen drawings all over your shoes and shorts.

now, when you look at the photos from back then, you cringe a little at how lanky and young you look.

you're with the boys at one of the neighbouring lake houses, a couple of other girls and a few guys too.

everyone there lived on the same block, so it was odd that you hadn't all hung out together before.

quinn can tell you're uncomfortable around the other guys, who are loud and frankly very obnoxious. even his 12-year-old self can tell.

he tells you that you can all leave and go get ice cream near the boardwalk, but you refuse. you're 10 already, you can handle a few new strangers.

somehow, spin the bottle is brought up and you find yourself sitting cross-legged as one of the older girls - who's kind and much more grown than you - tellsdyou how to spin the bottle.

your hands shake and the backs of your knees are slick with sweat, but you spin anyways. you want to seem cool and older too.

you watch the root beer bottled patter as it turns, the ting, ting sound dissonant with your thumping heart.

it lands on quinn.

your quinn who knows all of the words to the spider man movies, who gives the last popsicle to you and lets you tuck your feet under his thighs when you get cold.

this is a disaster, you think, because you don't know how to kiss! are you supposed to use your tongue? you almost gag at the thought.

quinn can see your very apparent panic, and the only thing on his mind was to make it of away.

he wants to hold your hand, but when you turned nine you had decided that boys had cooties, so you refused to touch him or his brothers.

"...we don't have to," he offers, scratching his neck. one of the boys boo, and you flush.

you shook your head, "i want to."

he smiles, shy and boyish and your heart goes into overdrive.

his face matches yours in colour as he scoots forward awkwardly, cupping your face the way he'd seen his dad do to his mom.

as he leans forward, you burst into tears. if you kiss him, and he's disgusted by your kissing skills - or lack thereof - he wouldn't be your quinn anymore.

you run out embarrassed, leaving quinn's hand outstretched and the older girl from earlier confused and worried.

you think that you had ruined it all, but later that night when quinn offers to take you to get ice cream and lets you get two scoops, you know nothing can tear the two of you apart.

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

take me back to the creek beds we turned up, two A.M. riding in your truck and all I need is you next to me

the year quinn turned 16, he gets his boating and drivers license.

when the first real day of summer - he doesn't count the days until he sees you and the lake house again - starts and he finds you making eggs and bacon in the kitchen, he gives you an offer.

"hey, chickie." he tugs playfully at the string of your apron. jim had given you that nickname because of your mom's. chickie, like a baby bird. jack liked to call you chicklet, and Luke followed suit.

the adults think you've outgrown that name, and only call you chickie sporadically.

it's become special for you and quinn, sacred even,

"hi, quinny." you answer in the same tone, swatting him with the spatula in your hand.

"give me a piece of bacon and i'll take you out onto the water. i'll even let you drive a bit when we're far out." he murmurs as you turn the stove off.

"really?" you squeal, and he winces jokingly.

"yes, yes! finally!" you throw yourself at him, letting the older boy catch you around the waist. he grins into your hair, his cheek muscles unused by the seasons without you.

"okay, kid. pipe down. where's my bacon?" he grumbles, but he smiles when you turn around to fix him a whole plate.

you forget in all of your excitement that he doesn't even like bacon.

it's pathetic, really, but he missed you. he still does even though you're less than a foot away from him, salting your scrambled eggs.

he finishes his food faster than you do, and leaves to set up the boat with your promises that you would hurry.

he's excited; he hasn't seen you since christmas, and then, he had to share you with jack and luke and his parents too.

that year, you and jack had become decidedly closer, and quinn knows he has to establish that boat time was for you and him only.

so when jack and luke both follow you onto the boat, whooping and screaming, he's pissed.

and on top of that, he has to drive the boat while you and jack banter and threaten to shove each other off of the moving vessel.

it wasn't fair: you're his person. you guys did gas station runs together, you always looked at him with sad puppy eyes when you were cold.

he'd always grumbled and give you his sweatshirt when you refused to bring a jacket and ended up shivering. you always begged to braid his hair when the sun was at it's highest and there was nothing to do.

so yeah, excuse him if he was mad that your time together was interrupted by jack and luke of all people.

so when you walk up to him, hair messy and wearing nothing but your bathing suit and one of his old hockey jerseys, he tries his best to ignore you.

"quinny!" you exclaim, nudging his shoulder, and once more when he doesn't answer.

he glances quickly at you, but one look is enough to make his chest squeeze in that way that it started to do since last summer.

you had always been beautiful, but you were starting to be seriously gorgeous.

your hair is windblown, skin tanned and freckled with eyes bright from the sheer novelty of it being summer again.

you'd started to fill out more; the tiny bikinis you - and he - loved made something hot tug in his lower stomach.

tucking your hand into the crook of his elbow in the way that always makes him soften like butter, "I thought you were gonna let me drive!"

"ask jack to teach you," he snarks, and regrets it immediately at the hurt on your face.

his chest tightens, like someone has taken the hurt on your features and shoved it between his rib cage so he couldn't breathe.

the two of you don't talk for the rest of the day.

quinn feels like an asshole, and he really doesn't like how you refuse to sit in your normal spot next to him during movie night, instead opting to tuck yourself between the edge of the couch and luke.

and the salt on the wound was when you don't laugh at the stupid jokes he makes for you, especially.

his mom asks him what he had done when he goes to get more popcorn in the kitchen.

"what? why did you automatically assume I didn't something?" he asked, offended.

"because, that girl sticks to you like a magnet," ellen smooths his temple, "and because no one makes you smile and talk like she does. you've been silent all day."

the next night, he shows up at the door of your room in the lake house your two families shared.

he knocks, and pokes his head in, "chickie?

you're at your table, drawing again like you always were.

he keeps the little sketch of him you made last summer in his wallet, tucked under the picture of all of the hughes boys and you.

you ignore him, and he flops on your bed. the floral sheets your mom bought when you were 11 smells like you. he tries not to be creepy and inhale - at least too noticeably.

"gas station run?" he asks.

you finally spare him a glance, "quinny, it's past one o'clock, and it'll take at least 20 minuted to get there."

"please? I really want chips."

you sigh, ever the martyr, and agree. neither of you mention how the hughes stock up enough snacks to last at least 2 months the beginning of every summer.

the battle of who cracks first kept on, until finally, on the way back from the gas station, quinn sighs, "I'm sorry.

you frown, clearly not impressed, "I don't even know why you're sorry."

"god, this is embarrassing-"

"quintin, i swear-"

"i wanted the boat ride to be just us two!" he exclaims loudly.

there was a beat of silence, only the chirp of crickets that crept in the tall grass you could hear through the open windows of jim's truck.

the light on the radio shined, 1:59 AM.

"what?" you ask, a little confused and very much flustered.

"i missed you, chickie, and jack is always monopolizing your time! you're my person and-"

"are you jealous?"

"what?"

"oh my god, you are! you're jealous!"

"no!" he splutters, grateful that it's pitch black outside, because he can feel his ears heating up.

you laugh, tugging at one of his curls, as he grumbles something about not letting you eat any of his salt and vinegar chips.

"quinny?" you ask a little while later, when he's pulling back into the drive way, "y'know that you're my person too, right?"

you look soft and sleepy, under the light of the car, in one of his hoodies and sleep shorts.

he swears he turns into liquid in the drivers seat.

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

well, i was sixteen when suddenly, i wasn't that little girl you used to see

"I wouldn't worry about that, chicklet." jack throws his arm around you, and you roll your eyes at the many girls starting to glare at you.

"I don't know what you're talking about." except you do.

there's a girl flirting with quinn, and she's pretty. she's got tattoos on her arms, and she's tall, almost tall at him.

you take a break from the self-deprecating comparison between yourself and her to admire quinn for one second.

he's gotten so tall and broad, all the signs of boyhood gone, except when he smiles that special smile for you. the one when his eyes get all squinty and he bares all of his pretty teeth.

your heart twists, because he hasn't smiled at you like that all summer.

you don't know what you did wrong. maybe he's outgrowing you. he'll be a college man next fall, and you're still in high school.

he's got the whole world in front of him, and well, you couldn't blame him if he didn't want to settle for you.

you realize your feelings for him the beginning of the summer.

or you uncover them, because if you're honest, they've always been there.

and right now, you're wearing your heart on your sleeve, because he looks so handsome in a tight black t-shirt and shorts, a backwards cap on his curls.

his biceps look huge, and between the teenage hormones and the two shots in your system, you want to climb him like a tree.

the more romantic side of you wished you had your charcoal and parchment, so you can copy down his likeness for when your old and greying and you can't remember how he looks illuminated by the moon and bonfire.

"yeah, sure. you're clueless." jack snorts, and he makes his way to the drink table at the party you're at.

you pass by Luke, who's preoccupied by a girl way too old for him, and go sit closer to the fire.

you're mad.

you're mad because you've dressed up real cute, in a tiny black tube top and denim shorts.

you're mad because your hair is curled the way quinn likes it.

you know that for a fact because every time it looks like that, he comes up behind you to wind his fingers through a strand. it was a hassle, and he won't even look at you.

"what's a pretty girl like you doing alone?"

it's a boy with mussed, brown hair and a nice smile.

he's cute. peter, or pierre, he introduces himself. he reminds you a bit of the boyfriend you had first semester of sophomore year.

you've had boyfriends, and quinn has had his relationships, but summer was sacred.

that's why you felt ill when you flirted with him, not because quinn was a mere 20 feet away, starting to glance over and frown.

quinn has always been a jealous motherfucker; you'd give it 5 minutes before he comes over.

you try not to gloat when he comes over in 2.

"hey, chickie. time to go." he tells you, taking you cup and winding an arm around your waist.

you roll your eyes, pushing him off, "no, I'm good here,"

quinn crosses his arms and puffs out his chest, biceps flexing in front of you.

the boy smiles - you've already forgotten his name, something p - and shrugs at quinn.

he's mad now, you can tell, but you wrap you're fingers around the other boy's elbow to egg him on.

"oh, for- that's it. c'mon."

suddenly, your feet are swept out from under you, and you're thrown over his shoulder.

you frown, realizing that you're in the air.

"hey!" you protest weakly as people turn to look at you. quinn continues his trudge all the way to where he's parked his dad's truck and dumps you on the hood like you weigh nothing.

"what are you doing?" he asks, eyes dark, "that guy is no good-"

"no! what are you doing?" all of your frustration pools in your throat, and embarrassing tears are starting to prick at your eyes.

"you won't even look at me all summer, you're flirting with some girl and you get mad at me? you're being such-"

he shakes his head, looking as exasperated as you feel.

"do you know how hard it is-" he breathes out shakily, "how difficult it is to control myself around you?"

"what?" you ask, heart beating in your ears, "what?"

"i have been in love with you since i was 12, chickie." his tone is begging, and so are his eyes.

he looks pained, and you want to relieve it so, so badly. but he still won't touch you. he's hovering away from you, like he has for the past month.

"i love you, and you see me nothing more than a brother, like how you see jack. and it hurts, here," he rubs the heel of his palm between his ribs, "to know that you'll never want me the same way."

"quinn-"

"no, let me talk. I've spent the past 6 years pining after you. I've tried to move on, but all...nothing compares to you. I want you so bad, chickie, but..." he turns from you, head in his hands.

now, if you weren't like 3 beers and 2 shots deep, you would realize that he can't really go anywhere because you're quite literally on the top of his car.

but drunk you is clearly a dumbass, because you think he's trying to leave. so you tell him what's actually on your mind.

"i love you!" you blurt out.

he turns slowly, "what?"

"i love you too. i thought you didn't want me because you're leaving for college, but i want you so bad, please-"

the next thing you know, he's between your legs, so warm and solid, pulling you in by your cheek like during that spin the bottle game 6 years ago.

you let him kiss you for real this time, you let him push up your shorts to feel more of your skin, you let him lick into your mouth.

he pulls away, and you whine, tugging him in again.

he laughs, which makes you laugh in turn, and you slide down the hood as you giggle. he catches you, because he always does.

"i love you." you tell him, and he flushes, nuzzling into your neck.

"say it again," he demands, just because he can.

"i love you, my quinny." you coo, and he wants to crawl into your skin and settle there forever.

"i love you too, chickie."

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

oh, my, my, my

"told you so." Jim tells the rest of the parents.

the four of them - the weirdos - are on the second floor, leaning on the bannister as you make breakfast with quinn.

well, you make breakfast and he's distracting you.

he's got his arms wrapped around your shoulders from the back, and the two of you waddle like a pair of penguins around the kitchen gathering ingredients for pancakes.

you're giggling, and he's got a half-smile on his face.

you look so happy together than ellen and your mom are ignoring jim's gloating.

they are even kind enough to ignore the exchange of money between the two men, after all, your dad had bet on jack and lost.

"i can't wait for their wedding."

"hold on, now!"

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

a few years had gone and come around, we were sitting at our favorite spot in town and you looked at me, got down on one knee

you're on Quinn's lap, content and warm. the two of you had gotten up to watch the sunrise, first day of the summer at the lake house.

it's nice to have everyone in one place again, the two of you coming from vancouver, the boys from new jersey.

the past couple of years had been hard; a year or two long distance, until you went to study architecture at UBC after quinn had been drafted.

this year, 24 and 22, you finally get some rest and the promise of settling down more.

quinn's captain, and you have a good job that lets you work remote and do what you love.

and more importantly, the two of you are always together.

"babe?" quinn asks, running a hand down your arms, "c'mon, let's go to the dock?"

you don't protest, just happy to be at your childhood lake house.

he leads you there, like he always does.

"pretty." you stare out at the water, orange and pink sky meeting in the still horizon.

"yeah." quinn gives you a smile, rare for anyone else.

but he has always smiled for you, and you greedily hoard them in your memories.

"got something to show you," he pulls his wallet out, the two pictures in the clear flaps catch your eye.

one is a polaroid of you and your boys. quinn is 15, jack is 14, you're 13 and luke is 11. all of you are lanky and awkward, wrapped around each other and grinning ear to ear.

the other is also a polaroid, taken by ellen a year or two ago, when all of your parents came to visit your Vancouver apartment.

quinn's arm is around your shoulders and you're clinging to his side, one hand curled around his waist and the other on his chest. you're smiling at the camera, and quinn is smiling at you.

"cute," you tell him, but he digs a finger into the little pocket.

"fuck," he swears when whatever he's looking for doesn't come out.

"here, let me," you offer. you retrieve a piece of thick parchment with your smaller hands.

it's a sketch of quinn you did when you were in your early teens.

it's not great, you have to admit. the lines aren't smooth like how you sketch now, but the ink and paper is in pristine condition.

"quinn...you kept this?" you ask softly, oddly emotional.

when you look at him, he has a weird look on his face. he scratches his neck.

you stare at each other for a moment, the familiarity of your love almost stifling in the cool morning air.

and then he drops down on one knee.

you start crying, immediately.

that sets him off, and the two of you are blubbering as he tries to get through the speech he wrote in his notes 7 months ago after he got the ring and you were in the shower.

he tells you he loves you, how he's never going to leave you, that you're going to build a life together, just like how you've done everything together since you were kids.

you believe him, because your quinn is nothing if not earnest and steady.

you let him slip the simple ring onto your finger, and he lifts you up into strong arms to kiss you.

you're so deliriously happy that your teeth clash with his in a smiling kiss.

your families cheers from the porch, and you laugh, watery and heart full.

jack runs up first, swinging you around and clapping his hand down on quinn's shoulder.

Luke kisses your cheek and hugs his older brother, as ellen and your mom hug you together.

jim wraps his arms around you, pressing his lips to your forehead, "thanks for helping me win the bet, chickie." you chuckle, reaching for your dad next.

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle, our whole town came and our mamas cried, you said I do and I did too

the wedding takes place a year later, in a small winery near the house, because ellen and your mom refused to let you have the wedding on the dock.

this was your compromise, because it's a small affair.

your dad walks you down the aisle to quinn. you're smiling, like there's a hanger in your mouth because you're just so happy.

he cries when he sees you, and so do the other hughes boys.

you hear your mom and ellen, tears meeting shaky smiles on their faces.

your own college friend, your birdie, fixes your veil and holds your bouquet.

sweet promises are exchanged in your vows, and when you have your first kiss as mr. and mrs. hughes, all of your loved ones cheer.

quinn sweeps you off your feet and bridal carries you to a change room so you can switch into your reception dress.

he sees you later as jack, who volunteered to be the mc, announces you guys as mr. and mrs. hughes.

quinn's eyes are hot and dark as he sees your smooth skin under white lace, and whispers something into the shell of your ear that makes you pink.

you dance together, with his brothers and his dad, with your own too.

but the last dance is saved for the two of you.

"i can't wait to grow old with you, chickie." he whispers romantically.

"you'd make such a cute old man," you tell him, and he rolls his eyes.

you laugh, and so does he.

forever sounds real good to you.

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[jnnul]

THE GF NING DRABBLE WAS SOOOO CUTEEEEE !! okay okay this is slightly irrelevant but what about dating k 🥺 i think he'd be the sweetest everrrrr :( - hype boy anon

a/n: oh don't worry anon i'll talk about my husband (real) all day any day <33 word count: 889 words genres: fluff + nsfw content

so koga yudai is a THE pretty princess of the century

like i hate to break it to you

but he is the princess of the relationship

since he's usually the oldest/one of the oldest members of a team wherever he goes, he likes being doted on

he likes being the center of your universe

he likes when you have heart eyes for him, when you back hug him after a long day, when you declare your love for him, etc.

HOWEVER

it is simply in his nature to be a loverboy he can't help it

so as much as he loves princess treatment, he naturally takes care of you anyway in more subtle ways

like if you're the one who's initiating pda or hugging him when you guys are around people, he'll shy away a little more

but in confined spaces, he literally clings to you and WILL NOT let go

he's a closeted princess <3

but because of this, no one believes you when you say that he's clingier than you

because he loves when you fawn over him

but the second you guys get home, he's all over you

he really releases all of his babygirlism™️ when it's just the two of you (he can't be losing all of his carefully accumulated street cred that easily)

the KING of back hugs whenever he can

you could be just standing in any situation and suddenly, you're wrapped in koga yudai

genuinely any situation he can have his hands on you (in private), his hands will be there

as much as he does it because he loves you and he thinks you're the sexiest being to grace the earth

it's also because he can't make you his priority number 1 and the guilt eats him up

k's been working for his dreams for SO long and now that they're slowly finally coming to life, he always gives them priority

so last minute cancellations or having to plan time together weeks in advance is smth that you'd have to just be ok with

he also always encourages you to pursue your dreams tho

in his rare time off, he spends it with you and will literally bend over backwards to help his s/o continue to grow in whatever field they want to

you want to become a doctor? he will quiz you about whatever subject you have a test in text week. you want to become an engineer? he's sitting with you and providing massages as you try and figure out the question. you want to be a teacher? he patiently sits with you as you practice your lesson plans.

knows that he has a s/o that's very patient and puts up with a lot more from him (namely, his dramatics) than anyone else so spoils you rotten

of course in physical touch and sharing your passion for whatever you're interested in, but also gifts

he will buy anything and everything that reminds him of you in the slightest (anything pretty)

it's his way of coping when he spends a long time away from you

[NSFW CONTENT BELOW]

his other way of coping is phone sex 😭

k is a very visual person so he really needs to see you to get off

and i mean that literally

once you guys have sex for the first time (which would be so sweet because this boy just loves you so so much)

he genuinely cannot get off without you

needs you in some way, shape, or form to cum and while some people think it's weird, you think it's peak romance <3

is a switch but i think more dom leaning

he's more used to having more control, experience, power, etc. so he slips into the role pretty easily

he enjoys seeing you all drooly and fucked out for him so it works out

has an INCREDIBLE level of stamina

i mean it so literally that when you guys fuck after a long time of not seeing each other, it's all day and all night

like calling off of work the next day and everything

doesn't really like hurting you with words or pain

but he does like seeing you overwhelmed with pleasure

top 10 dick game out of everyone in kpop

but to get there, he will make you cum at least 2 times before he even sticks his dick inside

big dick energy

probably has to make you cum at least 2 times so that you're wet enough to fit him inside of you

will overwhelm you with pleasure whether you're the sub or dom tho

he can't help it :(

when he's subbing, he's like an overexcited puppy

and he can't help but fucking into you even after you tell him to stop

he just finds you so so so attractive and can't believe that you like him of all people

doesn't believe you in aftercare when you tell it was good

or that you're so happy you're with him in general

will just smile and clean you up gently in the shower

he only believes you truly love him when you're cuddled up next to him and even when you're dead asleep, you smile when you smell his perfume

after a long day at work

he's so sweet :( omg i want him so bad :(

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Would it be okay to make requests for arranged!reader or you're burnt out with that verse? I miss that special type of angst that was in arranged verse ngl

Bruce watched from a distance and frowned slightly.

Harvey was a busy man. Presumably he had a LOT more to do than traipse after you while you planned a PR thing for him but here he was. Samplinng food you picked and pretending to be interested in flowers and entertainment. But it was clear, not matter how hard he tried to hide it, that what he was REALLY interested in was you.

He hovered near you. Hanging on your every word. Opening doors and pulling out chairs. A perfect gentleman. If you weren't married already, Bruce would have thought he'd be proposing any second.

And it made him want to punch the guy in the mouth.

Still. To your credit, you didn't seem to be... encouraging anything. Just being polite. You even seemed a little... baffled. It would have been funny if it didn't make him feel a little guilty. You were a beautiful woman. You should be used to this sort of attention.

Men behaving like idiots and fawning over you. Practically rolling over for belly rubs and begging for treats at your feet. Instead you'd been cloistered away and treated like a prize cow. And the man you'd been sold to had treated you like just another employee at best- and the only man you'd ever had sex with you'd done in a pitiful act of defiance because he (your own husband's masked alter ego) was the only person to make you feel remotely safe.

Of course, you knew things Dent didn't. Namely that your husband was Batman and that your Father and Falcone had informants everywhere. So. When you tripped over a carpet and stumbled and Dent steadied you, his hands lingering a little too long and his gaze lingering too long on your lips... your alarm was palpable, even from across the room.

"Y/N there you are," Bruce said, looking up from his phone as he strolled across the ballroom. "I was waiting in your studio forever-"

"Did we have-"

"We had a date," Bruce reminded, smiling indulgently, "you were going to show me what you've been up to with the Sisters and then we were going to get some dinner."

"Oh, shoot-" you huff, checking your watch, "I got involved and I lost track of time and-"

"It's alright sweetheart," he said, reclaiming you from Harvey and steadying you on your feet, "you didn't hurt yourself?"

"No harm done," you tell him, "Harvey kept me from becoming acquainted with the floor."

"Thank you," he said, tucking you against his side. Subtly reminding Harvey, and anyone else who might be watching that you were spoken for. That this was being done because Bruce ALLOWED it. NOT because you had designs on Harvey.

"It would be a shame if Y/N hurt herself after she did all this work for the benefit," Harvey said, face heating.

"I think," you cut in, cutting between the two men before they could start a full pissing match, "that we've done almost everything we can do for the day here."

"Oh?" Harvey said, "I thought,-"

"The string quartet is running behind and it looks like rain. I'd hate to have them set up just to get rained on," you fret. "I'll have my assistant meet with them tomorrow while I meet with the Auction house."

"Perfect," Bruce declared, kissing your head, "It's too late to see the sisters but just in time for our reservations. I'll get your coat. Then I want to show you the necklace I saw. I think you'll love it." And before Harvey can say more, Bruce lead you away. Making it clear that his wife was his wife and no one was going to be allowed to simply flirt with her.

[justagirl-with-aphone]

First time requesting, hope I'm doing this right, but can you do a fic about Bakugo falling in love with his kid's teacher aka you? I would really appreciate it!

~Career day~

Of course! This was a lot of fun to do. I love this concept sm! tysm for the request!!

Bakugo x preschool teacher reader! (Not proof read)

Katsumi was so excited that her dad was going to come to career day. She was worried that he would be too busy saving the world to come, but of course, he could pull some strings and make room in his schedule for this. Plus, while he was mostly doing this for his daughter, he also wanted to see you. His daughter sweet teacher.

Showing up in his hero gear, let's just say he was the center of attention. Mom's fawning all over him and flirting with him.

"I wish my husband was as good-looking as you!"

"Are you free after this dynamite, I would love to treat you!" another woman swooned hanging off his arm.

He didn't really care about them if he was being honest, he only had one goal in mind. He wanted your undivided attention. So when it was his turn, he couldn't help but show off a little bit. He did some demonstrations of his quirk and showed some videos. And (With your consent) did a demonstration of his strength by picking up un and putting you on his shoulder. Katsumi was giggling the whole time, proud of her dad and happy he came.

When the day was over and Katsuki had to come back and pick up his daughter, he watched you. Locking eyes at you, you gave him a smile and beckoned him over to come to talk.

"I really enjoyed the demo of your power Dynamite! It was a lot of fun and the kids enjoyed it a lot!" You beamed, overjoyed.

"It was nothin' always happy to show off a little in front of squirts friends." He stated, ruffling Katsumi's hair and smiling to himself.

"Can you guys stop flirting, it's gross." Katsumi gagged, she was a smart kid, but a pain in Katsuki's ass sometimes.

"We're not flirting, you brat." Red in the face, you'd be lying if you said you weren't flustered, too.

The next day when Katsumi came in, she dropped off a little note on your desk and walked away.

Opening it up the note read 'Thanks again for dealing with that brat for this long. Let me treat you to something.

-Katsuki

With his number messily scribbled on the bottom. Food tasted so much better when you didn't have to pay for it.

I hope you enjoyed it! Thx again for the request! :)

[autisticlancemcclain]

The doorbell rings, for the billionth time that night, and Keith groans.

“Please,” he begs, “please can we pretend we’re not home.”

His husband gleefully ignores him, disappearing with a faint ‘pop’ sound. If Keith let his ears hear as far as they would like, he’d hear another faint pop as Lance reappeared in front of their door, candy bowl in hand, and the subsequent delighted gasps of various costumed children. He’s hear the young voices yell ‘trick or treat!’ in unison, and mourn the time when he very well could give them a trick instead, as Lance fawns over their little costumes, shovels a truly ridiculous amount of candy into their little pails, and then poofs back into the living room.

But he does not listen in, because he is — as Lance says — the Scrooge of Halloween, and refuses to find any joy in the stupid holiday.

“You are going to get yourself caught,” he mumbles into Lance’s hair, once the witch has resettled on the couch.

“Am not, batboy,” Lance responds breezily, leaning into Keith’s hold. “And so what if I get caught? What’re they going to do? Burn me at the stake again?”

“You jest, but that was a horrible thing to witness. I can’t believe how stupidly happy those asshole pastors and judges were.”

Lance hums, turning his head to press a quick kiss to Keith’s cheek. “That was 400 years ago, my love. Let’s let the past stay in the past, hm? Plus, it didn’t even hurt, and you bled those motherfuckers dry, anyway.”

“And they were delicious,” Keith growls.

“Mm, somehow I doubt that. Didn’t the abundance of lead in every living surface in the 1600s make blood taste bitter?”

“…Okay, yes, but the satisfaction was very sweet.”

He feels Lance’s smile where its pressed into his collarbone. “Of course, cielo.”

They have a single moment of peace, then Keith’s ears twitch, and he growls.

Lance grins wider. “Hear some footsteps?”

“Your insistence on indulging this stupid tradition is making me want to break my no-eating-children rule.”

Lance laughs as he gets up — again — and puts on his truly gigantic witch’s hat, which is objectively kind of funny, but Lance has been making that joke since the 70s so Keith refuses to laugh. “Haven’t you heard Hansel and Gretel’s story, my love? Eating children is my job.” His eyes twinkle with mirth (literally. He lets a flash of green envelop his irises when he’s amused. Every time). “Don’t you know I’m fattening them up for a reason?”

He pops away again as the doorbell rings. Keith rolls his eyes fondly, unmuting the TV — a human invention he’s admittedly quite fond of — and watching absentmindedly some silly, animated character tries to outwit a bedlam.

Keith scoffs. As if a human could outsmart a bedlam. Those bitches could outsmart G-d. (Keith knows. He’s talked to the guy. Not very bright, that one, despite knowing all information ever to be known.)

“Oh, those ones were so cute!” Lance coos, popping back onto the couch. Keith rolls his eyes again.

Children-eater, his ass.

“The youngest one could barely walk on her little legs. She had the most adorable little fairy costume —”

Keith perks up. “Really? A faerie costume? With the empty eyes and sharp teeth and everything?”

“No, you dork. One of the fake fairies. The human-made ones.”

“Oh.” Keith pouts. Of course humans can’t even get a simply faerie right — as if the fae have tiny iridescent wings and slave their lives away keeping human lives in balance.

(Tinkerbell was a blight to human society. Pidge was so offended when she saw it that she snapped the disc used it to stab the last person she saw litter in her forest.

It was hilarious.)

“I hate humans,” Keith grumps. “They tolerable before, but now they’re infuriating. Damn the printing press.”

Lance bursts out laughing. “I promise you that humans were annoying long before literacy was widespread.”

“Yeah, but at least then I didn’t have to hear about it.”

“No? You never once donned your velvet cape and lace blouse and went looking for human gossip? I seem to recall you taking me to a masquerade ball or seventy in the gothic era, and you were quite happy to do so.”

…Fuck. Lance knows him too well.

“That was different,” Keith insists, lying like a liar. “Gothic era gossip was hilarious. They were terrified of me. I can’t count how many humans would whisper warnings to me about ‘dangerous blood-suckers living in the castle in the mountains’ only to faint when they saw my fangs. Now that —” Keith sighs wistfully — “that was an era.”

Lance places a gentle, mocking hand on his shoulder. “There, there, batboy. Humans still tremble at the thought of you and all the other Edward Cullens of the world.”

Keith glares at his husband, but there’s no heat behind it and the man knows it, judging by his smug, sunny smile. “You are a menace,” he says, leaning over and nipping his ear, just sharp enough to draw blood. “How dare you bring up that… disgrace to the vampire name.”

“The bane of your existence?” Lance clarifies, giggling. “The main reason you have so much beef with the 21st century?”

“I’m completely justified!” Keith cries, digging his fingers into Lance’s ribs. “Now humans write horny fanfiction about my kind instead of wallowing in terror! It’s horrible!”

“I mean, I get why they’re so lusty,” Lance says, wiggling his eyebrows. “There’s a certain something about those teeth, let me tell you.”

If Keith could blush, he would, but luckily for him he left that behind several hundred years ago.

(A thousand years ago?

Whatever. He’s been alive a long-ass time. Years start to blur.)

He grabs Lance by the ankle, pulling him closer and leaning down to press sharp kisses up his calf.

“Trying to ask for something?” he asks, voice muffled into Lance’s warm skin.

“Definitely trying to get somewhere,” Lance says, voice breathy and affected. “You should —”

Ding-dong!

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Keith yells, and Lance bursts out laughing, hands pressed to his reddened face.

“Okay, okay,” he relents. “I think we’re done with trick or treating for tonight.”

He snaps his fingers, and a bowl painted like a jack-o-latern filled with candy appears hovering in front of him. He pulls it gently towards him, whispers something in Latin, and tosses the bowl in the air. It hovers directly above them, bright green smoke billowing around it in opaque clouds, before the smoke clears, leaving the bowl looking unchanged. Lance snaps his fingers again and the bowl pops out of existence again.

“There,” Lance says with no small amount of satisfaction. “Now they can get their own candy, and they won’t be able to take more than two, so it should last.”

Keith sighs, pretending to be indifferent, but really he’s just all fond and squishy. He hates halloween, sure — but he loves his husband, and his husband loves halloween, so he’ll put up with the holiday with as minimal complaining as possible.

Keith grins, devilish and sly. Besides, he thinks, the annoying part of halloween is over, now. Now comes the good part: Lance is always more…energetic, when there’s dark magic in the air.

And all hallow’s eve has plenty of dark magic hanging over every street corner.

“Now that there are no more interruptions,” he says, manhandling Lance until he’s straddling Keith’s hips, arms around his shoulders, their faces inches apart. “I think we were getting somewhere.”

Lance smirks, closing the distance.

“Yes, I think we were.”

[risustravelogue]

A Fleeting Dream

Summary:

A fleeting dream is A reflection of your wants Unmet in this world.

Featuring:

Self-aware Alhaitham, gn!Reader (no pronouns used)

Tone:

Angst, angst, and angst.

Note:

TW: self-hate, implied chronic depression/mental health issues. No happy ending for this one. Mostly self-reflective. Suggestive at one part. Proceed at your own risk. Original post here.

🔗 AO3 | masterlist 🔗

When Alhaitham becomes conscious, you have just successfully added him to your roster of characters.

Greeted by your beaming smile, he watches curiously as you fawn over his presence on your computer screen.

“Welcome, Haitham, my husband! I can’t wait to explore with you,” you say. “First thing is to put you into the teapot—”

Your voice gets cut off as you go back to the previous menu, disappearing from his view.

… Husband?

Alhaitham sighs in resignation.

Guess this is the fate of being a fictional character, he thinks. At least I know I will be loved.

—

You farm for Alhaitham every day, visiting him every time you want to have a breather. You sometimes talk to him with his character screen up, as if he’s right there with you. Time passes, and he’s now at level 90 and triple-crowned. He has taken a liking to you. How can he not? You’ve invested so much time and effort in him, after all.

One day, you log into the game, seeking comfort after a meet-up with your high school friends. At one point, everyone started talking about their love lives. When your turn came, you could feel their attention on you. You felt heat creeping up to your cheeks, and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. After a few excruciating seconds, you could only shrug and say with a forced smile, “Come on guys, you know me. I have no love life whatsoever.”

You noticed that some looked at you with pity.

On the way home, this evil voice in your head keeps telling you:

See, they have someone who loves them in their lives. What about you, hm? You just have a fictional guy in your mind all the time.

Remember that guy from your past? Why did he reject you again? Oh, right—you’re not good enough. You have major problems no one sane would want to deal with. Pretty sure the fictional guy would do that, too, if—and that’s a big if—he’s real, of course.

And now you’re crying. You’re pathetic.

Pathetic.

Pathetic.

He can sense that you’re unwell the moment your gaze meets his. You stare at the screen, studying the now-familiar features of his face. You put a finger on the screen, tracing the side of his face. A pulsing pain bubbles up your chest as you fixate on his beautiful turquoise-red eyes.

“I wish you were here,” you whisper. “If you were, I’d probably hug you to sleep every night.” A pained smile blooms on your lips. You can feel your eyes getting hot and wet.

“What am I doing? You’re not real. You will never be real…” you trail off, tears now streaming down your cheeks. He can only watch you helplessly—his coded behaviors don’t include reaching out beyond the veil and wiping your tears away, after all. A sharp pain pierces his chest every time you sob in front of him, and although he doesn’t really care about the gods, he silently prays that he would be able to let you cry in his embrace.

He wonders: when did he start feeling like this for you?

—

Alhaitham finds himself in your dream realm later that night.

He realizes this not half a minute after he appears inside, as he cannot hear any background music playing at the back of his head. He marvels at how it looks very similar to the streets of Sumeru City, and how he doesn’t feel the usual code restraints limiting his movements. He smiles at this newfound freedom.

“What are you smiling about?”

He turns his gaze to the source of the voice—your voice. You’re dressed in your daily clothes, but somehow you don’t feel out of place. Well, he thinks, it is your dream, after all. Your smile is bright, but he notices that your eyes are still swollen from crying to sleep. He unconsciously grinds his teeth.

“There you are,” he says, and before you can react, his arms are already wrapped around your body. You gasp at his public display of affection.

“Haitham!” you scold him, but you find yourself putting your arms around his waist anyway. “Not here,” you complain softly. He buries his right hand in your hair, pulling you even closer to him.

“Let them look,” he mumbles beside your ear.

Melting from the sound of his voice, you close your eyes and hug him in earnest. The next thing you know, you’re at his house, in his bedroom, panting as he pins you onto the bed with his lips hungrily devouring yours. A wicked thought flits through your mind as you feel his warm hands go under your clothes.

Since this is a dream, might as well enjoy it, right?

—

You wake up in your bed alone.

The dream last night felt almost real. You hug your pillow tightly, trying to grab onto the fleeting memory of sleeping on your fictional husband’s chest.

“I’ll always be here with you,” he said just before your time together ended.

Empty words from a fleeting dream.

But it’s better than nothing.

Original end note:

We all have those low points in our lives. My hope is that this work makes you feel less alone in those times.

Much love 💚

© @risustravelogue 2023 • no to reposting, yes to reblogging. feel free to send an ask to suggest, chat, etc. :)

[helluva-hotel-ask-blog]

Alastor, you're shipped with a lot of people- and I mean A LOT a lot. Is there anyone in particular you find more appealing? Vox, Lucifer, Charlie, Angel, Husk, Rosie- I've even seen you and VAL shipped together. Do you secretly simp? (This ask was self-sent by the blog owner. please send asks. I'm grasping at straws here)

Alastor - Vox and Lucifer I detest, Charlie is practically my daughter, Angel is already with Vidette (he's also the furthest thing from my "type".), Husk is... Husk. I shouldn't need to explain to you why Val is off the table... And Rosie? Why, she's a charmer, that's for certain, but she's just a close friend, dear Anon. Vidette - Don't listen to him- Some of the few times I've seen his smile reach his eyes without a sinister context is when he's with her. They're thick as thieves, and I'm honestly surprised they're NOT already married-

Alastor - Darling, I could say the same about you and Pentious. One is naturally inclined to enjoy themselves around their closest friends. It doesn't mean there's anything between them.

Vidette - You make little fawn bleats when you see her

Alastor - You have no proof of that, darling

Vidette - When you introduced her to me, you said "she'd likely be the most eligible mother-figure you'll find in Hell", fully knowing I see you as a father figure.

Alastor - Lies and slander, and I will be hearing none of it.

Vidette - *deadpan* You stare wistfully at her with a bittersweet smile like a man who let his true love be taken by another man so she would be happy, or some old widow whose husband was lost at sea.

Alastor - HAHA! This conversation is over now! I have business to attend to in the opposite direction- Angel, I believe this is yours- *shoos her away in the direction of Angel*

(Mod Cheeto: He might need more convincing, guys)

[frozenmoonshine]

Ok, so, I just randomly decided to make a list of Top 10 hottest (male) TR charcters... No idea why, it just popped in my head, lmao.

I wrote this 97% for the lolz, so don't take it too seriously.

So, here it is:

Top 10 Hottest Guys of Tokyo Revengers

10. MITSUYA - It's common knowledge that he's the Husband Material ™️ of the series! He was introduced as this responsible, mature, reliable guy with a somewhat eccentric hobby, and you may be into the cool, calm, collected, talented, kind ones, who're good with kids and house chores, but you can't convince me that your ovaries didn't do a happy little backflip with his glow-up in the last arc! You just know he's a little devil behind that whole boy-next-door act. 😏

9. SHIN - Ok, throughout the most part of the story, he was just Mikey's dead brother, who Mikey himself led us to believe was weak, generally lame, and a hopeless loser with women. Then we got the flashback chapters in the last arc, and what did we see? Capable, hardworking, caring, loving, selfless, persistant man, strong both in a fight and in holding his ground. Hell, he cared for vegetative Mikey for four years, pretty much all alone, sacrificing his own dreams and life in the process. Also, black turtlenecks and bomber jackets. That's all I'm gonna say.

8. HANMA - Who doesn't love a bit of occasional insanity?! The ultimate troll, both in the verse and in the fandom, tricked us all good! That's just how bored he was. Annoying, completely random and unpredictable, grinning madman who's only there to watch the world burn, by setting it ablaze with his own hotness! I mean, tall, tattoed, well dressed, cocky, handsome bastard, with sleepy eyes, anyone?! I hate the fact that he's giving an inexplicably strong 'boyfriend vibe'! But, I just wanna call him 'Shuuji'... 🤭

7. HAKKAI - This cutie is criminally underrated and slept on! I know Wakui did him dirty by not giving him a more complex personality than just a Mitsuya simp, but look at him! Tall, handsome, strong, blue eyes, lip scar, piercing. No wonder he ended up with a modeling career! And on top of the stunning looks, he's just a pure, shy baby! 🥺 Makes you wanna tease and corrupt the hell out of him! 🤭 Besides, his implied clinginess and loyalty suggest he's a keeper, and if that isn't hot, I don't know what is!

6. MIKEY - The definition and the school example of that old proverb - the strongest poisons are kept in the tiniest flasks. Yes, having incredible fighting prowess is hot, being a capable leader is hot, having endless authority is hot, being "emo" is hot, being painfully cute is hot... We don't care that he's pocket sized (and mentally unstable), with his endless charisma, our favorite gang leader very well deserved his place on this list!

5. WAKA - Simply, he's sexy and he knows it. And we know it. You know it. Your grandma knows it. Everyone knows it. Teen or adult, law abiding citizen or a crime lord, the White Leopard could make anyone anywhere fall for him at the snap of his fingers! ...if he only cared enough to do so, tho.

4. KOKO - Intelligent, smart, sassy, sarcastic, and plain insolent = perfection. This cheeky, well-read, super stylish, handsome motherfucker had us fawning over his strong, passion-driven personality, hidden under the cool façade. What's not to love about a blindly devoted guy?! It doesn't matter if it's the devotion to a cause or a person he deems important (#lucky Inui siblings). But fair be fair, that habit of sticking his tongue out should be X rated...

3. BAJI - If his fiery, man-among-the-men personality, undying loyalty, and endless kindness aren't enough to make you burn like a car, just take a look at that perfectly chiseled face, cocky smirk, and glorious raven locks! Still not convinced? Well, you're either blind, dead, or not into guys at all! We should actually be grateful that his adult version was only ever shown at the very last chapter, cause anything more than that would have been beyond too hot to handle!

2. KAZUTORA - There's just something indescribably magnetic about the whole "redeemed sinner" trope, and that alone would have been enough to get him a spot on this list! But since he also happens to have the handsomest face in the show, a beauty mark under the eye, the cutest smile, a piercing, a tattoo, and a fair amount of badassery and strength, it all sums up to the total of our dear banana tiger being the runner-up!

1. HARUCHIYO - Does this one really need any explanation? Pathological loyalty is beyond hot, wearing a mask is hot, scars are super hot (as already established), suits are hot, piercings are hot, long lashes are hot, pale blond/albino is hot, green eyes are hot, skillfully wielding a sword is hot, smarts are hot, being a little bit deranged is hot... the list could really go on for days, there's literally nothing about him that doesn't make him hot. "...Being a homicidal maniac and a drug addict?" No, he's excused for all red flags on the account of pretty privilege!

[platinumrosetail]

Hi how your day going and I heard from someone you do Rwby and Avatar

Can I have yandere Salem Glenda Good witch neo and Jean and cinder x baby bat fawns reader

Like They found her and take her in as there own

Sure! And I love rwby! And I’m guessing the autocorrect corrected jaune to Jean by accident? Sorry if I’m wrong 😅 oh, also to clear up any confusion, i had taken off cinder with the permission of the requester!

Warning: noob author, female reader, platonic yandere characters, and others.

Characters: salem, glynda, neo, jaune.

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

Salem:

Tyrian had found you and brought you to his majesty, salem. You were a little thing, all alone s she decided to take you in as you reminded her of her daughters when they were as small as you are now.

If salem was busy to keep you with her then you were babysat by hazel, and on some occasions watts, but mostly hazel and if both were busy then emerald would babysit you to the dismay of mercury.

She teaches that grim are the good guys while her ex husband is the bad guy, plus she created a little playmate for you to keep you busy yourself and distract you on when she need to do her duties as queen of grim.

Though one time you did meet ozpin by accident from mercury as he lost you when he somehow was put in charge of babysitting you as the others that are usually the one to take care of you was busy and Tyrian was a definite no from salem so you went to mercury albeit hesitant on Salem’s part as he’s sort of a brat.

(Sorry if you like mercury.)

Anyway, ozpin was surprised to see a baby bat Faunus on a bench with no parent or guardian anywhere, after hew brought you with him until he contacted the police you disappeared via with the help of one of salems many grims, good thing she had watts put a tracker on you beforehand or else mercury b in even more trouble than he already was in fact he would’ve been dead if you haven’t taken a shine to him for some reason.

You unlocked your semblance which was (s/n) (semblance/name) and some created chaos that was unintentional to happen, most of the unfortunate events fall on mercury funny enough which she and the others get a laugh about and now they all hold it over his head as he is forced to hold you or he gets punished for not holding you like you had requested from him by salem.

She would find a way to keep you to her, either by killing you both after she gets rid of the immortality curse or make you immortal as well, it doesn’t matter, as long as you stay with her then she was fine with anything, not even ozpin can fight against her on this.

Glynda:

Glynda had found you in a box like shelter and after having no luck on finding the parents or guardian of you she decided to adopt you.

She made a small spot in her classroom so she can watch you while she works on teaching the kids on grim and other things. The kids all loved you, they make sure Cardin stays away from you and if he doesn’t then they’ll get Glynda and she give him one hell of a punishment for even thinking of messing with her child.

You’ve met her colleagues, oobleck, port, and the principal ozpin. Ozpin is the godfather, oobleck is the crazy uncle and port is the grandfather that can make you fall asleep by just saying one word.

They all take turns babysitting you though it’s mostly ozpin as oobleck will go overboard and port will go on with his stories and forget about you entirely, sometime even ironwood and qrow would babysit you when they visit, not for long though as ironwood is a very busy man and qrow doesn’t want his bad luck to rub off on you.

Qrow is your favorite along with ozpi even if qrow don’t show up as much as you liked him to. One time you made both of them kissed by ‘accident’ when in reality you did it on purpose even with your baby mind not fully maturing yet.

(I’m a qrow x ozpin shipper so please respect my option and don’t post hate comment as i will report and block as you can simply m,I’ve on from this post if you don’t like it.)

Sometimes when all teachers are busy along with qrow and ironwood, team rwby and team jnpr would babysit you and get extra credit by Glynda but they mostly did it so they could get to see you and spend time with you.

She wil make sure to keep you safe from the grim and all the other things that come with it.

Neo:

Neo was given to you by one of the thugs of roman after she spotted you in the corner of her eye.

Roman became the grandfather after that, he openly complains how he’s too young to be a grandpa but secretly likes it especially cause it means he gets to help raise sweet little you with your new mother, neo.

Neo doesn’t care that if you’re biological parents are around, alive, or dead, better dead than alive cause if they were then they would i she’d they were dead before she and Roman got their hands on them.

She shares her ice cream with you once you’re old enough to eat it.

You are spoiled by Roman and neo as they want you to have a good life with the support of them, all you have to do in return is stay with them so they can keep you safe from all the terrible people and grim.

She will make sure that you stay with her and don’t wander off when you two go out in public, sometimes Roman either joins or take you with him when he’s by himself though he can’t stay for long with how the fuzz is on his tail

Neo makes sure he doesn’t smoke around you as she doesn’t want you getting sick, neither does Roman so he makes sure to remind himself to not smoke in your presence as he knows that abides shouldn’t be around to get second hand smoking plus with how your enhanced smell is with you being a Faunus might make second hand smoking even more harmful to yo.

Jaune:

He had found you when he and the rest of team jnpr, aka Nora, prryha, and ren was out to spend time together and was advise by Pyrrha and ren to show ozpin and asked if they should bring you to the authorities or if they need todo something else.

Ozpin shocking enough had said that he can adopt you and take care of you if they aren’t able to find your parents, which endeded up being what happened as they never found any signs of your parents which made them think of the worst.

Jaune takes up being the father to you while ren is sort of the mom as he kinda take care of the group with Pyrrha, speaking of Pyrrha she is the godmother and aunt, Nora is also a aunt as well.

(I ship jaune x ren, i hope you can respect my opinion and not post hate comments as you can either ignore it or leave, thank you.)

For babysitters it’s usually team rwby as jaune doesn’t have anybody else at beacon to take care of you though Glynda and ozpin do babysit you when team jnpr and team rwby can’t take care of you because of missions that are handed to them as there is no on else that team jnpr trusts or are friends with that stay at beacon and they don’t want to give you to professor oobleck or port.

You had called ren ‘mama!’ Which shocked all but Nora who laughed her but off at ren getting called mom by a baby and started making jokes along with telling team rwby what had happaened.

Jaune shows and introduce you to her sister and wife along with their child who immediately took a shine to you through the scroll (phone).

He’ll make sure that he and his friends will make this a safe place to live without the fear of any bad guys or grim just stay near him and you’ll be safe, okay?

(A/n: i hope y’all like it!! I don’t think i have much to say so hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!)

[iloveannaliese]

Film Review: Challengers (2024) (⭑⭑⭑⭑1/2)

WARNING: THIS REVIEW CONTAINS SPOILERS

An electrifying, passionate and heart-racing film, Challengers is the ultimate winner -takes- all story.

The story follows Tashi Duncan (Zendaya), who is a former tennis star, help coach her husband Art (Mike Faist), who is equally a good tennis player, for the ATP challenger tour. However, things get heated when Art has to play against Patrick (Josh O'Connor), his former best- friend and Tashi's Ex-lover.

The characters in the film are so individual, yet work so well together. Take Tashi Duncan, the ringleader. She knows how to win, and from being a former tennis prodigy, she knows how to manipulate situations to her advantage. From early on, she understands how obsessed Art and Patrick are with her. She plays both of them off, just like a game of tennis. Tashi being the ball and going from one guy to the other.

Art is the ultimate needy guy, but that doesn't make him unlikeable, in fact it's the complete opposite. As you're watching him on screen, you grow almost protective over him and are secretly rooting for him throughout. He loves Tashi and states this in the movie. He would do anything to keep her happy, but is also completely in awe of her just like when he was a teenager. He needs Tashi's approval, or at least he feels it.

Patrick is the complete polar opposite of Art. He's competitive, headstrong and confrontational. He wastes no time in letting Tashi know what he wants from her and is the only character in this film that doesn't appear to be scared of her. He even tells Tashi that he views her as a peer, not a member of her fan club. Safe to say that when Patrick is on the screen, it's never boring.

Now the relationship between Art and Patrick is complex. With Patrick being the most cocky out of the two, he finds any way to humiliate Art, which over time, chips away at Art's confidence. However, when you watch the film, it's evident that both characters need each other. After all, they both have a passionate love for tennis (they play together in tournaments). They both understand each other, all while being incredibly competitive. Competitiveness is what fuels these characters in all aspects of the movie.

Visually, the film is a warm saturation heaven. The set is bright and so is the costuming. The use of strong colours in this film, reflect the strong characters. And on screen, it's captivating. In my opinion, the styling of the movie has a very Italian look.

What really makes the film though, is the phenomenal soundtrack. The addictive club bangers keep your eyes glued to the screen. Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross created the best movie score of 2024. It's punchy, seductive and spellbinding, that even once you leave the cinema you have the tunes stuck in your head. That coupled with the fast camera shots during the tennis scenes, it's cinema at it's finest.

The acting is superior. Zendaya's facial expressions keep you hooked. Especially in scenes with Josh O'Connor. She displays deep emotion on her face, fluidly, never stiffly. Or even at the beginning at the film when the camera makes a direct bee-line for her from the sidelines. Chills literal chills. Zendaya's acting is unique and mesmerising.

Overall, I'm left with a rush after watching. This film even manages to spark my competitive wild side. I think the dynamic of the love triangle is refreshing and interesting. To watch two guys fawn over the same girl hasn't really been done to this level before in Hollywood but it just works. Challengers is everything I would want a good film to be. And I'm going to say it now... Cinema is back!

Challengers is out now only in theatres.

Written by iloveannaliese ©

[ladylooch]

Emma being a big sister to jack and Luke hughes

🤭 hehehehe. Oh Jack is so glad he didn't have an older sister after this.

My left eye puckers from a distinct twitch. Lexi is talking to me about her most recent irritation with being 8 months pregnant and hating how much Nico is gone. But I can barely listen. Instead, my eyes are focused on the Hughes brothers who have set up shop at the end of the table, schmoozing and flirting with women who came here with sinister thoughts.

“Em.” Lexi whines, grabbing at my forearm as Nico and Timo return. “I need your support! I’m about to cut this baby out of me myself.”

“Yeah, it’s like that sometimes.” I shrug, ripping at my cocktail napkin.

“Here you go baby.” My brother murmurs to Lexi, leaning down to give her a kiss. She frowns down at the soda water with a lime.

“Take a sip of your beer and kiss me.” She snaps, gripping the middle of his sweatshirt and pulling his face to hers. 

“Remember those days?” Timo chuckles as he sits down next to me, smooching my cheek.

“Yeah.” I sigh, taking a big sip of my Cosmopolitan. “Mmmm.” I’m glad to not be the pregnant one with the heat we’ve had since returning to New Jersey.

“Bitch.” Lexi mumbles.

My eyes float back over to the Hughes boys again. I frown deeply at the woman fawning over Luke. She is way too…. Bleh to be talking to him and leaning in so enthralled with every word. And what the hell is Jack doing letting his little brother drink a beer so openly? He should be at least wrapping it up in a napkin.  The three other family members of mine talk together at the table without me about the newest Hischier joining us in a few weeks.

“Em.” Timo eventually pokes at my side.

I don’t respond. Instead, my eyes are laser focused on the blonde who is too damn close to Luke for my liking.

“Baby, I need to go to the bathroom.” I say to Timo abruptly. He stands, then watches me walk immediately in the opposite direction of the restroom. Luke chokes on his drink as I come to drop my full weight onto his thigh. His hand immediately goes around my hips, practically quivering, as I toss a casual arm over his shoulder. My pink finger nail pokes into Jack’s bicep.

“Who is your brother’s friend?” I ask Jack pointedly. He furrows his eyebrows at me, then looks behind us assumingely at my husband.

“Ah… Katie or something?” He motions with his drink then shrugging like he doesn’t care. I don’t even need to say anything. My look to Luke’s older brother says it all. “Ladies, thanks for keeping us company but ah… mom’s here now and it’s about our curfew.”

“You calling me old?” I quip back with a snort.

“No. I’m calling you a helicopter parent. Poor Lio.”

“Hey. Show some respect to your mother.” Timo snaps as he comes up, resting a hand behind Luke on the bar. “And get your hand higher than that, kid.” Luke blushes a deep red, taking a big gulp of his Coors Light. His hand stays in place on my left hip.

“Luke, I expect this from Jack, but not you.” I brush a curl off his forehead. He blushes deeper. 

“He’s a bad influence.” Luke mumbles.

“And to think you’ve been nominated for the Lady Byng. What is so gentlemanly about a different woman every night?” I tisk. “Guess this is why you don’t win.”

“Fuc-” He cuts himself off with an exasperated sip of his drink. 

“Take care of your brother. Or I’ll tell your real mom.” I retort. I kiss Luke’s cheek, then pats his shoulder before walking back to the table. 

Nico grins as I sit back down at our booth.

“I tried to tell him you would be visiting if he didn’t wrap it up.” 

“Some things Jack Hughes needs to learn the hard way.” I respond after watching Jack and Luke filter back to the rest of the single guys, forgetting about the vultures for the night.

[patronsaintofteachercrushes]

1/12

things are starting to feel weird again.

U has been so weird with me and i don’t know, it sort of hurts. i mean he told me i was his favorite. so why does he get to suddenly pull away ? i don’t understand.

H though… yeah. he was gone yesterday and i asked him why, and he just flat out told me. which was strange because he normally likes to beat around the bush. he said he was at the hospital, i asked what for. he said for his spouse, paused, and then said she needed a port (??) put into her chest for chemotherapy. i didn’t know what to say, i felt bad for even asking. i wanted to reach for him but i knew that would be inappropriate. i asked if she was okay, he nodded. i wasn’t sure what else to do so i nodded back and walked to my desk. i felt kind of guilty about it afterwards, because how could i do this to a person ? how could i lust and fawn and romanticize someone else’s husband ? i felt sick. for a moment i thought i’d lost all feelings for him because of just how awful i felt for him, not in a pitiful way but in a pray to God for his wife’s health for him way. i felt like i couldn’t do it anymore, like him i mean, i didn’t want to add any more weight to his life. suddenly my crush felt more like a disservice rather than something fun and girly, like i was some how worsening his and his wife’s condition.

the interesting part about this though is that he does not wear a ring. i have never once seen him wear one, and he’s mentioned a girlfriend to me twice now. he’s never mentioned a wife, or spouse. it’s confusing. he doesn’t really seem like the marrying type, so for him to then just switch from ‘girlfriend’ to ‘spouse’ is interesting. the context of the conversations we’ve had where he mentioned a girlfriend have been too intimate to be girl friend, like game night and adopting a dog, so i’m assuming it’s the same woman.

but he came over to me later and talked and joked like how we used to do and it all came rushing back to me. he teased me, said i was smiling too much. my friend said that i was just a happy person, and he said “no she’s not.” and i don’t know— it’s not like he’s wrong exactly. i wouldn’t describe myself as a happy person, but it felt so strange hearing it from him. someone else to confirm that i wasn’t how i appeared to others, someone to really see who i was. who i am under the layers of the part i try to portray. i wondered then if he knew what i was up to. wondered if he noticed how i stare at him like he’s the greatest thing to ever exist. wondered if he understood the implications of my actions and words. wondered if maybe he wasn’t so oblivious of my feelings towards him. but that’s a problem for another day.

he also brought up the banana bread, which was alarming as well. i never told anyone about it besides like my closest friends, so no one in my class. and as you guys know, i expressed to him my worry about people finding it weird. so for him to bring it up like that… you know ? my friend said “what ?” in response to it, and i just ignored it so she didn’t press much further. i’m not mad or upset that he said it, it’s just like the principle of it. him saying that i wasn’t as happy as i tried to act in front of people, him bringing up something personal between us, him knowing about me and my ways. it felt intimate to me, in a way i can’t explain very well and i think i’m typically able to express myself.

[tetsunabouquet]

Kuroko’s need to dote (Headcanon)

Alright, my next headcanon! I personally wish to cover every popular KNB husbando for the fans out there, so hereby I move onto Kuroko. I have not received a message from an Akashi or Murasakibara fan if they want a specific drabble yet, so I’ve been working on an idea for a Murasakibara one (warning, this drabble might contain bribery). But before that, let’s focus on our precious blue bean.  -Alright, when I say, ‘need to dote’ I mean this guy just wants to hug and fawn over everything cute and/or sweet. On the inside, he’s definitely that grandma who’s pinching cute kids cheeks and cooing but its not so noticable because of his deadpan personality. -Exhibit A. He likes animals, in particularly cute ones. -Exhibit B. Having dreams about becoming a kindergarden teacher, he definitely likes kids, particularly young ones.  -Exhibit C. Even though Momoi downright crosses some boundaries at times and he doesn’t seems to like her back, he’s never angry with her but pets her head, goes on a date with her and spoils her nonetheless in that one replace chapter. -Exhibit D. He’s almost murderous if someone hurts his team members, like what happened to Kiyoshi as well as Murasakibara in Last Game. -Its like his instincts are driven by mommy bear and grandma fever mode.  -This is also why Kuroko would make one of the best fathers in the KNB universe. -Definitely wouldn’t mind becoming a dad at a young age. -I can also see him wanting to have a big family. -His phone gallery is full with pictures of Nigou and his kids as an adult.  -He’d show them off whenever the opportunity arises. -Likely he’d adopt a few more pets. -Probably would be into cute girls working at animal shelters.  -If something were to happen to any of the GOM/Seirin team and their wives, Kuroko would be that friend taking in their kid.  -I can see him and his family being very into holiday decorations and making them together. Even foreign holidays. He’s carving pumpkins with his kids, alright! -He’d be that dad who’d proudly hang his 4 year old’s terrible art work on their home’s walls. -His s/o would be spoiled AF. -From sweet dates to long, loving cuddling sessions. He’d make sure you feel loved every day.  -This guy knows how to give you compliments, and you sure get a lot. -The kind of husband who cooes over his s/o and calls them ‘my sweetheart’ even when they’re old and months away from passing away in their sleep. -To him, you’re his sweetheart until the very end.

[its-moopoint]

Cait should have a stronger word for shippers like this one who snooped the event in London looking for her. This was a private event for Sinéad not a red carpet show. Cait thanked @anniemacmanus and her friend @WeeMissBea for the invite but this stupid shipper saw a couple of general photos and because she didn't see Cait among all the attendees, assumes she didn't go but sent her "assistant". Cait posted thanks for being there, but this crazy took it as a trick to fool her and her cohorts, because in reality she's over the pond with Rolando. Karma is real though and she found a photo of a guy who looks like Tony. As for Cait, she dyed her hair blonde for The Cut which makes it harder to spot. Sucks to be this shipper! 🤦

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sgiandubh

And until we meet again...

Last Thursday evening, The London Irish Centre organized a two-hour celebration of Sinéad O'Connor's life and legacy, which was attended by C, if we trust both her carefully worded post and her stans' fawning all over Twitter.

For an event of such amplitude it got fully booked in less than six hours from its announcement, there is surprisingly little available content on socials. Bear in mind I even did check their IG.

C is nowhere to be seen, either on stage or in attendance and I highly doubt they wouldn't have included her somehow. And I really paid attention, looked and ogled and took off my glasses and almost pulled my laptop screen near the tip of my nose. To no avail.

On such short notice, the Embassy/Centre would include anyone of note available and in attendance, by the way: I know very well how it's done. These happen on the regular, in my world, and I am often asked to help. LOL.

However, in all fairness, I also spotted this (sorry for the very crude/non-existent editing skills and the very ugly red arrow: it's almost half past four in the morning, here):

https://64.media.tumblr.com/3b79ef189ebd6ff09f27c59b98d5b860/8378e259134c9c94-18/s400x600/5fab15b9dd7bbba9d4046081b49fc05990f8b41d.gifv

If McSideburns went there, he might have gone by himself. How convenient, to send the PA, when you are probably somewhere else entirely.

Where on Earth is Carmen Sandiego?

To be honest, I could not care less, as long as it's not with that greasy-haired social zero. I know what I know, and it is enough.

Maybe our super-sleuths could spot her, in which case my world would not be shattered. At all. So I simply leave this here and open for debate:

snowy-winter-11

It’s hard to have an opinion when there’s no picture of her. One thing is sure they know how to play fans it reminds me when she was in Houston? With Maryl and said her husband was in the crowd somewhere but no picture again… easy to say thing they’re good at that too good. Only my opinion after being for awhile.

2truthsandalie5

Couldn't find her in any of the socials for that ladies soccer game either, weird its like she's a ghost (or across the pond).

tatili

I'm here but I'm not really here, smoke screen!! 😏

bluemaypop

Very interesting. C is probably stateside.

sgiandubh

@bluemaypop - my best guess, too. And unsure if McSideburns was there, too. But wanted to cover all bases.

What's this list above, a tinhat convention??

Most illustrious members tagging along. How lucky that blogger to have had access to all the footage from the event and analyzed every angle and corner to claim C wasn't there. This is how stupid shipper canon comes to life.

She's not filmed there = she isn't there

She appears nowhere near SH in America = she's obviously there.

BTW how's the Tait divorce coming along? Any news from GRO? No?

[downingg2001]

Trembling Fawn; Part 3

Thought I would give a part 3 to Trembling fawn while you guys wait on the blood duel story. Ps. I need name ideas for it. Once again the photo is one of my own from my photography business!

“Dusk and Shadows”.

“Save me Kingslayer”.

“Take me to a place of Dusk and Shadows”.

Elain shot out of bed, panting, and pale. The winds from her open window, whispering to her of forgotten promises made long before her time.

Next to her, the shadowsinger stirred as well, as if sensed her uneasiness but exhaustion coaxed him farther into sleep.

She thanked the goddess for that. Last thing he needed was to worry about her.

It had been almost a year since everything had happened. A year since she had a single vision.. Until tonight. Like the cauldron decided it was punishing her not taking the mate it had generously given her.

She slid out of bed, careful for the bed not to dip and wake, Mother above he needed sleep. Rhysand had been working him relentlessly lately. The Highlord and sensed something coming just as much as elain had back in the garden, when she had confessed her love for him.

She leaned her head against the cold glass and sighed. She wasn't going to lie and say she didn't miss having visions, but her life was definitely easier without them.

They still had no idea why Azriel had been able to walk in her visions with her, and no idea why she could do the same with the shadows. Azriel had his theories but he never could find enough proof to back it up. Shadowsingers were rare, Seer’s even more so. The couple had been working with the priestess and Helion both on any information they could find. It also happened to create opportunities that helped Elain with her spy training.

“You should come back to bed Kingslayer” Azriels voice, soft as velvet night, rang in her ears.

“How long have you been up?” elain turned away from her window and faced her mate. He was leaned up against the headboard, watching her with such worry it made her heart hurt.

“Longer than you have.”

“Nothing gets past you, does it?” she let out a small laugh, shaking her head.

“No…But I knew you wanted to be alone. To think.”

She walked over to him taking his hand in hers as he pulled her gently down on his lap.

“You had a vision” the raspiness of his voice sent shivers down her spine.

Elain nodded.

“It’s been almost a year since your last one”. She knew Azriel had been beyond worried. She couldn't bring herself to say anything so she just intertwined her fingers with his own, caressing the scars on his hands gently before bringing his hand to her mouth and giving him a small kiss.

She could feel her husband's gaze on her, heated and all knowing.

She smiled into the kiss.

The shadowsinger hissed. “If you're trying to change the subject you're doing a damn good job, my love”.

She met his gaze “Am I? I hadn’t noticed”

“Don’t play Innocent..as much as i adore it, we both know..”

Elain cut him off, her lips crashing into his naturally pouty lips. Azriel moaned in her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair and made their way down her back, pulling her closer to him.

She gasped as he deepened the kiss, letting her cold fingers trace small circles on his abs. Az was naturally warm, she loved it, but he loved it even more, the sensation of her cold skin on him, for some reason it drove him crazy.

“If you don’t stop Lainy..” his voice as barley a whisper

“Stop what? Shadowsinger? '' she let her finger trace his underlip and smirked. “ Are you going to torture me?”

“You Cruel, wicked, creature” He groaned.

Azriel flipped them over and began attacking her neck in love bites and kisses. His hands slowly made their way up her thigh. His shadows began to wrap themselves around the two of them and Az hissed in annoyance.

“Busybodys”.

However he did not tell them to leave. Elain was under the impression that he might actually secretly enjoy the shadows playing along with them and Elain couldn’t help but giggle in delight at the thought. She certainly didn't have any objections to it.

“Not feeling wicked anymore my dear..”

Elain hummed, twirling one of Az’s curls between her fingers

“Your giggling says otherwise” he murmured into her neck continuing his attack on the skin between her ear and collar bone, his fingers sliding in out of the skin between her thighs.

“I’m always in the mood to be wicked with you” she let out a soft plea, her skin turning feverish. “I’m…I’m just delirously happy…you make me happy” she pushed the hair out of his beautiful gold eyes and kissed the side of his face.

That's all it took, Azriel claimed her, over and over again. Whispering promises in her ear of their future, of their family. Sliding in and out till neither one could walk, much more move.

Exhaustion eventually took over and the shadowsinger passed out, but not before promising elain that they would talk in the morning over breakfast …and the punishment that would follow for distracting him.

Elain watched him as he slept, his even breath. She liked this side of him, rare as it was to see him at peace. It had taken him a few months to relax with her.

“Dusk and Shadows” Azriel mumbled.

“Dusk and Shadows?” Elain Repeated, instinctively placing her hand on her flat stomach.

She frowned. Whispering the words again.

She felt it before it happened.

A heart beat

A baby’s cry

A phoenix and a fox

Laughter.

truthteller

Bloodied White wings wrapped in Shadows

Light

A war

Death and Rebirth

A unknown court

Elain gasped. She turned quickly and looked at Azriel’s sleeping form. She would deal with it in the morning. It could wait. To hell with Rhy’s! Azriel needed sleep.

She couldn't help but smile even after what she had just seen. She snuggled closer to her husband. Her hand remaining on her stomach.

They would deal with this together.

Her eyes began to flutter “Dusk and Shadows” she whispered.