#can't believe they got interrupted 😅

[the-prima-vista]

[grey342]

The babysitter

Singledad!Phil x Babysitter!reader

synopsis - There's been an underlying tension between yourself and Phil for a while and he finally decides to do something about it...

warnings - MDNI 18+, Age gap (Phil is in his early thirties and reader in her early twenties), unprotected sex, kinda nipple play, breeding kink and hints of cockwarming.

authors note - ummm hey 😅 I know it’s been SOOO long but I hope you didn’t forget about me! Exam season is rough atm however it is slowly coming to an end (thank god) so I should be back to regular scheduled updates - I’m thinking once every two weeks? Let me know how you guys have been and give me some feedback, I’ve missed you all so much and I can’t wait to write for daddy Phil again 💗

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

"Wanna make one?"

The baby finally settles. Well you say baby, he's nearly three but he'll always be a baby to you. You started babysitting Finley Wenneck when he was 18 months old and it's the best job you've ever had. The pay is great, Fin's very well behaved and his dad is sexy as fuck.

There was no denying Phil Wenneck was a very attractive man, the moment you met him you were immediately entranced by his good looks. However, your relationship was strictly professional.

Although, there were a few moments where you could've sworn it was more than that. Like last week: Phil came home a little earlier than you were expecting, you were stood in the kitchen making a snack when he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

This necessarily out of blue, Phil and you often hugged each other but, this time it felt more intimate in a way. His head rested in your neck and you could've sworn you felt him press a soft peck there. He didn't say anything though, he just got a beer out of the fridge and walked into the living room and that was it.

You look down at Finley's sleeping face and can't help but smile.

"That's how they get you," You jump and yelp quietly, turning quickly you see Phil leaning against the door frame. "look so cute when they're asleep and as soon as their eyes open you're reminded of just how much of a little shit they can be." You let out a sigh of relief and chuckle slightly.

"I disagree, your son is an angel."

"Yeah," he chuckles and walks up behind you, "that's what he wants you to believe."

"Maybe he just doesn't like you." You smirk up at him.

"Hmm, maybe." He hums, looking down at your lips. Feeling flustered you turn back to the sleeping baby.

"He's so adorable."

"Yeah?" Phil leans in close to your ear, "Wanna make one?"

You freeze and slowly turn to look at him, his face shows no sign of teasing. Oh shit he's serious. He begins to ramble;

"I'm serious, I know I don't say it often enough but you're so good to him. Well not only him but me too-"

"Phil-"

"Y'know he's started calling you mom, I know I should stop and tell him no but I can't because it feels right-"

"Phil-"

"I know, I know, I don't wanna scare you off but.. this fits and it feels SO right an-" You shut him up by pressing your lips against his. He wastes no time and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. Deepening the kiss, you throw your arms around his neck.

A little snore interrupts the steamy kiss and you quickly remember the sound asleep baby merely a metre away and reluctantly untangle yourself from him.

"Bedroom." Is all you need to say. He lifts you, you wrap your legs around his middle as the two of you stumble across the hall and into his room.

He throws you down on his bed and kicks the door shut with his foot. He takes in the sight of you sprawled across his sheets. He begins to unbutton his shirt and says only one word;

"Strip." And strip you do, right down to your underwear as Phil does the same.

"Holy fuck," he crawls on top of you, "you're so fucking sexy baby." He starts to kiss your neck and make his way down to your chest. Reaching around your back, he unclasp your bra.

"Shit." He says involuntarily and cups your tits. He starts groping then and leans down to take your left nipple into his mouth.

"Fuck," you moan, "Phil please honey."

"Talk to me, tell me what you want." He switches over to the right.

"You, all of you."

He groans pulling down his underwear and leans over to his bedside draw where you grab his arm.

"No condom, please." You plead with him.

"Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me." He pulls you back in for a searing kiss, he slides your underwear over and fully pushes into you. You moan in unison, he breaks away from the kiss.

"Shit, you okay?" You smile and cup his cheek.

"Yeah, never better." He chuckles and slowly starts to glide in and out of you. The only sounds that can be heard are your moans mixed with the sounds of slapping skin.

You reach around to rake your nails down his back, he hisses with pleasure.

"Gonna fill you up," he grunts, "give you my kids you want that huh? Want me to make you a mama?" He speaks through gritted teeth now, his pace quickens.

"Yes, fuck! Please, Phil!" You moan. His hand reaches down to slowly rub on your clit, you feel the knot in your lower stomach start to tighten.

"Yeahh that's it baby clench around me, c'mon cum for me." That's all it takes for you, your legs start to shake and Phil's movements begin to falter.

"Shit." He groans and you feel his cum fill you.

You both begin to come down and he rolls you over, him on his back with you curled into his side.

"I'm not moving 'till i'm sure that shit is in there." you giggle and lean up to kiss his neck. You feel his breathing slow down and begin to hear his soft snores, smiling you let sleep take over you.

[faeriekit]

Chet is adorable

My beautiful TimKon clone baby, Chester Thomas FakeLastName!!

I also love him, which I'm sure is clear and obvious 🥰I like to think that he's got all of Tim's interests, but, like, Kon's stable parenting style and a healthy respect for boundaries. Which. Tim. Uh. Let's be polite and say he perhaps lacks the ability to hold back haha

Narratively, I'm also Pro:

Chet not realizing he has superpowers! He's eight! Kids can't keep secrets! They snitch on themselves constantly! A kid told me this morning after storytime that her mom's car had to go off the road and onto the grass because of another car, for no particular reason; no way Kon would tell him anything when they're on the run and off-radar, so he just...lies to the pediatrician a lot! It'll probably be fine...right? Clark survived to adulthood! 😅

Chet having a miniature "finding out who a superhero is by being in the right place and being smart about it" arc in the same way Tim found out who Robin and Batman are. Get wrecked, Clark; your grandkid can recognize you from a mile away. Literally. He's got his noise cancelling headphones on and can still hear you. Maybe he should like see a doctor or smthing that sounds unhealthy...

Tim introducing himself as the second dad 0.005 minutes after almost blowing himself up destroying the League assassins after them. I think Chet would be inclined to believe him. They look similar and Tim walks him through the steps to ignite homemade fertilizer explosives in a way you definitely shouldn't tell a kid, but Chet is genuinely interested and Tim doesn't understand age appropriate learning, so...

Chet regularly lying to Bats. Chet didn't grow up in Gotham. What does he care? So what if he's Batman; he's just some guy. He's going to say stuff to these weird people and see if they believe it. I think Kon would stop it if he sees it going down, but Tim would just sip and watch while Chet outlines a field trip he never took that got interrupted by villains he never met to a rapturously listening Dick Grayson. Dick is mentally filing away this villain under his 'new enemies' mental file and Chet is just making stuff up on the fly because he wants to see where this goes.

Chet being the creepy and quiet Super. He's not actually either, but compared to the more common Kent extreme extroverts...it's a very striking comparison lmao

Thank you for giving me an opportunity to ramble!!🥰 I sort of want to do a Tim+Kon+Chester reuniting scene, but I haven't fully mapped out how I want it to look yet...

[zoeykallus]

Hi! I hope that you are having a good time and have been able to get some rest.

I would like to make a request featuring clones of your choice.

How do you think the Clones would react to meeting their S/O's sibling, who happens to be their identical twin?

Sounds like fun 😊

So, I picked some clones and scenarios that came to mind 😅

Fives/Rex/Crosshair/Gregor x TwinReader HCs - I've Seen That Face Before

Fluff/Humor/Confusion

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Fives

He comes swinging into your apartment as usual, with the spare key he got from you last week. He doesn't know that your sister is visiting. You are in the open kitchen and can see him coming into the living room. Just the way Fives is, he puts an arm around your sibling's waist and says, "Hello, beautiful, I missed you". But at the same moment he says the words, you see his facial expression change. "Something's wrong here," he says quietly, confused, alarmed. "You must be Fives," your twin says dryly, squirming out of his arm, "I can say Fives, can't I?" "Uh, sure, but you can also call me confused." Then he hears you laugh and looks in your direction. He lets out a sigh of relief and comes over to you, hugging you and kissing your face. "There you are," he says with a grin. "Yes, and I see you've met my twin sibling as well". Fives nods to your sibling with a shy smile and says meekly, "Sorry for the stormy greeting."

Your twin waves it off, "Don't worry, you wouldn't believe how often we get confused". Fives laughs and says amused, "You do know I'm a clone, right? Mix-ups with outsiders are a daily occurrence for us. Well, now I know how it feels to be on the other end of this situation"

Rex

He is so stressed, you have a date, but due to a chain of unfavorable circumstances beyond his control, he is late, almost a whole hour. He arrives at the meeting place, the small coffee shop where you met, at the table where your twin is sitting and waiting for you because you are still getting pastries. Rex knows that you wanted to bring a sibling, but he doesn't know about your resemblance. He kisses your surprised twin on the cheek, presses the bouquet of flowers into their hand, and your twin looks at him, blinking, as he sits down across from them at the small table. "I'm so sorry darling, I know we're going to miss the movie, but maybe we can still make the night screening" "Rex-" He raises his hands and interrupts your twin, "I know, I know, it's happened a few times now, unfortunately because of work. I'll make it up to you. I promise," he smiles suggestively, leans forward a bit across the table and says conspiratorially, "Tonight, when we're alone again, I'll spoil you rotten." "Rex I-" He continues smiling mischievously, "The full program anything you want, I'll be your slave tonight...or you're mine depending on what you feel like" "Rex-"

He blinks and stares at your twin. "Where's your sibling anyway, didn't they want to go to the movies with us?" Your twin finally blurts out, "I AM THE SIBLING!" Rex stiffens, stares thunderstruck at the person he has in front of him, then notices a few tiny little differences. If he hadn't been so rattled, he might have noticed sooner. "Oh... oh maker" He sees you coming toward the table and repeats, "Oh dear maker.... please don't tell how much I just embarrassed myself" Rex says quietly pleading with your twin. "Let's see how well I like you after tonight," Rex gets in response with a cheeky little grin.

Crosshair

He already knows that he will meet your twin, he is more or less prepared. And even though he's used to seeing many of the same faces through his clone brothers, he's still a bit surprised when he sees you with your sibling. "And you're sure you're not from Kamino?" he asks dryly. You chuckle. "No, Cross, we're not clones," you assure him. Your twin seems less amused, eyeing your boyfriend critically. Then he does something thoughtless, a stupid joke he quickly regrets. "It's good to know that there's a second copy of you. If it doesn't work out between us, maybe it will work out with the twin". Your twin says dryly, "Certainly not. Better get rid of that idiot fast". Crosshair wants to sink into the ground, but he raises his hands placatingly. "Woah, relax. It was just a joke. Admittedly a stupid joke, as I have to say now in retrospect. It sounded more amusing in my mind." Your twin rolls their eyes, and Crosshair realizes he's gotten himself in hot water. He looks at you cautiously, seeking help. "Kitten, you know it was just a stupid joke, right?" You laugh softly, roll your eyes, and say, "Of course I do." Your twin, however, can't quite warm up to your partner, and that probably won't change.

Gregor

He comes to the meeting place and sees you both there. With his shy little chuckle, he says, "Okay, firstly, I'm sober, I just wanted to establish that. But I still see you double, darling." You both roll your eyes but have to giggle anyway. "Cute," says your twin. "Told you so," you say with a laugh, pointing to the seat next to you, whereupon Gregor sits down with you and presses a kiss to your temple. Your twin asks, "And, how is it for you, to know that there is a twin?" Gregor shrugs and says lightly, "Well, I have a lot of brothers who are practically identical. Your sister doesn't have a problem with that either, does she?" You both nod. "Good point," you say with a smile, "But you're still unique." Gregor kisses your forehead again, "That's sweet of you, but there are also differences between you two that I saw right away. I'm sure there are a few more that you only find out over time" "Like what, for example," you ask curiously.

"Your posture, the way you move, is different, not too much, but enough that it's noticeable when you look closely. The way you talk, emphasize words. Even in appearance, there are very subtle, differences, hardly noticeable if you don't look closely, but they are there." Your twin says, "You should hold on to that one, he seems smart and attentive, especially the latter is rare to find." You say with a satisfied smile, "Don't worry, I plan to do just that." Gregor says with his trademark giggle, "And I'll be happy to let you hold me."

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[whumpshaped]

deer anon asked:

It's me, ya bitch, back at it again with more horrible whump ideas. Very please that so far, you have entertained my shenanigans, because thus far, my cat has been the only one to sit through my horrendous ideas, and she is indeed, quite poor company.

Characters infected with something, characters who know they're going to lose their mind or change into something vile and violent, characters who know that they need to leave their team behind now before they try to kill them and before their team has no choice but to destroy them. Characters who can't leave their team (or family, lovers, friends...) for various reasons. Characters spitting out their lungs over the floor while staring at those they love, begging them to just kill them before it's too late.

And those who love them realizing that their only choice is to shoot their best friend.

Everybody hurts, nobody wins, the world sucks, and I really need to start posting all my ideas on my own blog but BOY do I love seeing what you manage to do with em 😅

Follow up to my 'slowly becoming a monster' ask because it popped into mind just as I hit send:

Whumpee's/infected char's loved ones choosing to instead cage/restrain them until they can find a way to save them.

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tw body horror, nonhuman whumpee, whumpee turned whumper, bad caretaker, guns, infection whump, forced to hurt

"Please!" Whumpee screamed, voice so scratchy and distorted that if Caretaker hadn't been looking straight at them, they would've never guessed it was their friend speaking. They could hardly believe it, even like this. "I don't know how long... I can keep this thing at bay... It wants to– It wants to kill– It wants to kill you–"

"You'd never hurt me," Caretaker said tearily. "I know you wouldn't."

"But it would. Caretaker, this isn't... this isn't me." Whumpee shivered, then coughed, and Caretaker couldn't even look at the fresh blood splatter on the floor. "Please. Please, let me go out as... somewhat myself. Before I hurt you. I don't want to hurt you," they pleaded between two sobs.

"I... I can't." They couldn't even raise the gun. Couldn't even take aim. It was too much. "I can't kill you. I can't. We can still find a way to reverse this–"

Whumpee lunged before they could react. They tore the gun out of their hand and shoved the barrel into their own mouth, ready to end it all– but their attempt was interrupted by a violent coughing fit that made them drop the weapon. Caretaker snatched it up immediately and took several steps back, their heart hammering in their chest as they realised just how close they'd come to losing Whumpee.

"Just fucking do it, goddammit!" Whumpee yelled, but they sounded weaker than before. Their speech was becoming... garbled and difficult to understand, and the involuntary muscle spasms came quicker and quicker, one after the other until Whumpee was but a convulsing mess on the floor.

Caretaker wanted to help. They wanted to turn them onto their side and make sure they didn't choke, or whatever the protocol was in this situation, they couldn't even remember, what if they made it worse– But they never got the chance.

Whumpee's body changed within seconds. Their skin tore and their bones cracked as the infection forced them into a new shape, their limbs bending in unnatural ways and taking on an entirely new appearance. Their back split open with a sickening squelch, several tentacles sprouting from the wound like an octopus was trying to escape from inside.

Caretaker screamed and tried to run off, but something wrapped around their ankle and made them trip. The thing yanked them back effortlessly, and they soon found themself trapped under Whumpee's new, monstrous body, with rows of sharp teeth uncomfortably close to their throat.

"Stop!" they shrieked, but the creature — their friend — showed no signs of understanding them. "Whumpee, stop it! Please! Stop!"

Drops of saliva landed on their cheeks as the thing gnashed its teeth and prepared to tear their throat out, and Caretaker acted on instinct. The sound of the gun going off was unbearably loud, rivalled only by the pained cry of the monster. It was an utterly inhumane sound that grated on Caretaker's ears, and they wasted no time getting away from it. They didn't turn to look where the bullet had hit it.

They opened the door and slammed it shut as soon as they were outside, but Whumpee, or what had remained of them, crashed into it within the next second. Its arm broke through the wood and managed to scratch Caretaker, making them yelp and give up on the idea that locking the stupid thing would do anything.

They had to run. They had to run fast.

They weren't even at the stairs when the thing got out, and the way it moved sounded like the biggest spider was chasing them down. They jumped over several steps while blindly shooting backwards, only guessing that some of the bullets had hit from the way the monster shrieked.

"I'm sorry!" they cried. "Whumpee, please! Leave me alone! I'm sorry!"

The creature was faster than them, and in a last ditch effort, Caretaker spun around and tried to aim for its head. They should've honoured Whumpee's wish. They should've done this while their friend was still human. They were the worst fucking friend.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

It collapsed in a heap not too far from Caretaker, too many limbs twitching with entirely too much life for something that had been shot this many times. It was still growling and groaning, and... Caretaker suddenly had an outlandish idea.

If it wasn't dying... If it was just incapacitated... If it could be dragged around safely... The basement door was solid metal... There was some rope in the garage...

They looked at the monster's gruesome face and thought of Whumpee's soft features. What if they could still undo this? What if they could bring them back? What if Whumpee's consciousness was still in there, trapped and waiting to be freed?

"I'll help," Caretaker choked out. "I'll help you. I'll make this right. I'll– I'll get you back. I swear."

[luimagines]

It is I! The Wizard!

This is written this with a Female reader in mind, so I do hope you do not mind 😅

TW: Myoginistic jerks, My awful spelling of the word Myoginistic, some aggressive stuff, swearing, men being jerks (They didn't drink their respect women juice), you can tell is started to vent a bit.

You don't have to post this if you don't want! I understand btw!

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When the chain realised that they were near a village, they decided that some of them would go out and get some much needed supplies. Wild had gone out to look for fruit and veggies and hunt for meat, and Warriors, Four, Legend and [Reader] had all gone out to go restock on some supplies in the village.

[Reader] walked through the market, looking around for needed items for their crafts. [Reader] was an expert bomb maker, and needed to buy some more materials to make more. She wanted to create a new type of bomb for Hyrule, per request and was always one to put 100% effort when it came to close friends.

Well, they weren't only friends. They were related by spirit, however that worked. The spirit of the hero, to be more specific. All of them had gone on their own adventures, faced their own demons and hardships. It made [Reader] feel like she wasn't alone, that she wasn't a massive misfit like she originally thought.

She looked and saw the stall she was looking for and approched it, and a middle aged man took a glance at her before going back to speaking to another man who was browsing. [Reader] stopped and started to look at the different kinds of gunpowder.

"Too thick. . ." She mumbled, examining the several options. "too potent. . . I need something fine. . ."

The man behind the counter sighed, looking annoyed and turned. "May I help you?" he asked, sounding very upset with her just existing.

[Reader] looked up. "Uh, do you happen to have any fine powder Gun powder-"

The man interrupted her "Where's your husband? Why did he send you to buy my wares?"

"I'm not married." [Reader] said calmly. "I need some fine powder-"

"I don't believe that." the man interrupted once more. "No way I will believe that some woman like yourself is unmarried. You've got some nerve." he looked her up and down "dressing as some traveler. You're trying to squeeze money out of us hard working men here, who do you think you are?"

"Excuse me?" [Reader] asked, getting fed up by his altitude. "I am a paying customer. My status wether or not I'm married or not is none of your business! Will you answer my question or not?"

The man glared before talking. "Yes, I have fine powdered. How much do you need?"

"Abount a pound or two." She said. The man nodded and went to a barrel, starting to scoop up a random amount of gunpowder into a bag before haphazardly tying the bag and placing it down in front of her. "40 rupees." he grumbled.

"Excuse me?!" [Reader] exclaimed. "That isn't the amount I asked for! And it says on the sign 10 rupees for a pound! you're making me pay 4 times as much for a pound!"

The man sneered, "Stupid woman wouldn't understand. I run a respectable business here! I can't have wh*re like you ruining my good business here." He watched as [Reader] turned red with rage. He grinned, and leaned close "I am willing to make you pay less. . .if you come with me for some alone-"

[Reader] slapped him across the face, turning on her heel and storming off in a rage as the man yelled at her "You b*tch!"

This happened all too often. man would either deny her service or make her pay far too much because of her being a woman. It infuriated her, from the inappropriate comments, to the asking of 'where's your husband? he'd understand better.' it was always heard. It infuriated her. And it's these things that made her jealous of the others.

She was given the name Link, her parents wanted a boy so badly, and neglected her even before her brother was born. Despite her struggles, despite sacrificing everything to save her home, her hyrule, she was still treat less than a horse. She was jealous. The others were born men, born and given immediate respect because of what they were born as. Many occasions she'd stay up late, wishing to wake up a man. But then she'd tell herself that she was just as powerful as the others, now matter what she was. It still hurt, though.

She had to pay extra at a few more stalls, buying arrows and some healing potions with offhand comments about if she was buying for a husband or if she was a traveler and if she was with family.

It wasn't until she was looking at some horse treats (For Epona, that precious horse needed to be spoiled after everything so far) that Legend appeared. "Are you done yet?" He asked in a tone showing he was annoyed. The man at the stall perked up.

"Ah, this must be your husband. Is there something you are looking for?" he asked, making Legend furrow his browser.

"Husband?" he asked "No. I'm not married to her."

"Ah, well then." he said, standing up. "What are you looking for? Something for your horse's saddle?"

[Reader] looked annoyed at this. and Legend noticed. "Hey! She's the one shopping here. Don't ignore her!" he snapped at the man, who looked taken aback.

It took a bit, the man finally tending to [Reader], and after Legend gave him a few words after hearing the man overcharge [Reader], they started off. Legend looked at [Reader] upset.

"What was wrong with him?" he asked "Can't he count? Do basic math?"

"It's nothing new." [Reader] sighed, shrugging. "Honestly, it's nothing worry about." Legend gave her a frown.

"What? Nothing new? have people been denying you as a buyer?" He asked, sounding irritated.

[Reader] nodded, sighing again. "Yea. Its normal though. Happenes to me plenty of times, I'm used to it. It's worse at home-"

"Excuse me?!" he yelled, catching some passersby attention. [Reader] Turned and saw his angry face. "People don't let you buy things?! Why?! You're a hero! You're like us! Why are you treated different?!"

"Well, isn't it obvious?" She asked, stopping. "A lot of people back home don't think a woman should be unwed let alone carry a sword. At home, most can't buy stuff except maybe food without being denied service or being overcharged. Why do you think I hand make bombs." [Reader] huffed, suddenly, Legend looking more p*ssed by the second. "Speaking of which I'm gonna have to wait on my bombs. The gunpowder guy was a real jerk, and I won't pay extra for gunpowder from a guy who asked to-" she paused. "Forget it. I'll just rashion. Let's go-"

[Reader] had tryed to continue walking when Legend grabbed her wrist, looking more livid than she'd ever seen. "What. Did. he. ask. for."

[Reader] hesitantly told him. If looks could kill, there'd be a massacre. "Take me to him."

[Reader] panicked a bit. "it's fine-"

Legend glared "Take me to this scumbag."

After some walking, people actively avoiding Legend, they made it to the gunpowder man. He looked over, and grinned. going to speak only to be grabbed by the coller by Legend, and pulled down, and punched hard in the jaw, making the man fall over, knocking gun powder barrels over. People yelled around them as Legend pulled the man out and started slattacking him, yelling about how much of an arse he was, a bunch of swear and such. [Reader] panicked as she saw red flying.

"LINK STOP!" she cryed, trying to pull him off, hearing two others run to them as he pushed her off and continued his assault. She stumbled back but was caught by Warriors, who looked alarmed at Legend's behavior. Four started to try and pull Legend off, nearly getting socked in his blind rage until Warriors pulled him off the now broken nosed, bleeding man.

"CALM DOWN!" Warriors exclaimed, trying to wrangle to struggling Legend, who was yelling "LET ME AT THAT DISRESPECTFUL PIG!"

"We need to go. Gardening will be here any second now." Four said urgently, snapping [Reader] out of their trance, making her nod. The two ran off, not wanting to get arrested. Time would be mad upset with them . . .

. . .

It was silent at camp, the other feeling the tension in the air as they heard Warriors and Legend returning, [Reader] pale seeing the blood on Legend's fists. He stormed over to [Reader]. "Why do you let them talk to you like that?! Why do you people disrespect you?!"

Time stood "What happened. Tell me." he demanded, making the others tense up seeing his face. Legend turned, going to speak when Warriors spoke up. "Legend assaulted a man in town. Broke his nose and jaw."

Time looked at Legend as he blew up once more "That man made inappropriate comments about [Reader]! And I watched a man ignore her after I appeared! He was disrespecting [Reader]! And not to mention how [Reader] said that those misogynistic arseholes constantly refuse her service before she's a woman! I-"

"That is not an excuse to attack someone." Time said, giving that horrific look of disappointment at Legend. making him shut up and pale. Time turned to [Reader] "Is this true?"

Hesitantly, [Reader] nodded. "But I'm used to it by now. I don't understand why Legend got so angry, it's common for me to get those kinds of things said about me."

Time frowned. "Why didn't you tell us?" he asked, sounding upset, making [Reader] looked down at her feet and held her arms.

"It's. . . not something you all need to worry about." She said "You guys don't need to worry about that kind of thing. It's not your concern. . . "

Time suddenly put a hand on [Reader]'s shoulder. "Just because you face these things, doesn't mean you should. Let alone face this alone." he said "You are a hero, just like us. You've wielded the Master Sword just like us. If you need help, you shouldn't hide this stuff from us. We are a team. We are here to help one another."

[Reader] nodded. Time turned to Legend. "You and I are gonna have a chat." he said, making Legend pale again as he followed Time.

Twilight stood as they left and approched [Reader]. "You should have told us. We would have helped you." he said. "I don't understand why people are against you, but I know that you shouldn't face these people alone."

Wind spoke. "I had no idea girls went through this stuff. . . " he said sadly "To think Arel might have experienced this. . ."

"I'm sorry you have to go through this." Hyrule said, suddenly hugging [Reader] "You shouldn't have to."

Without warning, tears started to fall from [Reader]'s eyes, as a few sobs fell down her face, hugging Hyrule back as she started to cry. She'd never gotten this comfort from anyone before. It felt nice. Hyrule stiffened a bit but hugged her still, Wind standing up and hugging her side as well. Warriors looked panicked but patted her back awkwardly. Four stood nearby, looking guilty that he didn't do more. Sky looked worried. He'd never even heard of such treatment in Skyloft.

As time passed, Wild returned and looked angry at thr news of what happened, deciding to make some extra food for [Reader] to eat to feel better. and Legend sat near her, slient. Wolfe came by too after twilight went on patrol, laying near [Reader], his head on her leg. It felt nice, to have a bunch of friends willing to comfort her, and some even jumping to ger defense. It was nice.

As she went to sleep later on. she smiled, knowing she wasn't alone. That she had a group of friends that would defend her, just like she would defend them. She slept with a smile on her face, not expecting to wake up to a big bag of gunpowder near her sleeping bag, and to hear Time scolding Wild, Wind, and Legend about stealing.

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Yea, I got a bit carried away here. I hope I don't offend or upset anyone if they read this 😅. I kind started to vent in here, cause I have been disrespected in a few store before because I am a girl. Upsetting but I have some good friends who have stood up for me. I hope no one else is or has gone through this before, but if you have, I just wanna say that you're amazing as you are and there are people who will support you. and I am included in that group. Have a Good day/night!

Oh no, poor Reader.

And don't worry too much about making Reader female. It's just for my own Reader's that I make reader neutral. Most (all) anon Readers tend to lean with she/pronouns unless they're deliberately an oc.

I'm more surprised that Time didn't find out about Legend's attack on the guy sooner. It sounds like he made quite a scene. Enough so that the other boys had to step in and get him too stop- although, given the amount of girls on Warrior's team back home, I'm surprised he didn't immediately join in once he heard why Legend had all but lost his mind.

I not surprised, however, that Legend managed to rope Wild and Wind into getting Reader's fair share of gunpowder.

Someone oughta put Operation Fluffer Nutter into action and make it go kaboom.

[bellaxgiornata]

This may seem a little but out of left field on my part, but I don't have many writer friends who I can ask, and there's no obligation to reply or indulge me 💜

I've recently got back into writing (not marvel, unfortunately, but I really admire the way you write) and was wondering if you maybe had any tips? I struggle a bit with, well, dialog and lack confidence - and your works are always so stunningly spot-on and evocative that I kinda just had to ask. Again, no worries if you dont want/have time to answer!

(Also I hope you are well!)

That is so wonderful! I absolutely love hearing that someone has decided to return to writing or is trying it out! I've been passionate about writing since I was 5, so I will always encourage other writers! And I feel so honored that you would even ask and that you feel that way about my writing! ❤ Thank you!! 😭

I will start out by saying I am not going to claim that I am by any means a writing expert, but I will say I did study it (I have an M.A. in Literature, Rhetoric, & Composition) and I've been writing fanfic for a long time, which comes into play with my writing (obviously). But believe me, I am always learning new things and growing myself. Writing truly is a skill and you can absolutely improve it with practice--I've noticed a change in mine over the past year even. Also, what works for me isn't necessarily what might work for you or others, but I can share some things I do myself, or that I enjoy seeing in fanfics/books, or what I think tends to be beneficial. I will say I know my writing style tends to be sparse and dialogue driven/heavy, which isn't necessarily how you or anyone else reading this might write.

And since this will probably be long and not something everyone cares to read, I'll put it below the cut. But as a note, I'm also writing these tips not knowing what you already know or do, so please do not take offense if they're obvious to you and nothing new!

I think the first and most important thing is to know your characters well, especially when it comes to dialogue. So if you're writing fanfic, I'd say study the source material a bit, see how someone speaks, pick up on any mannerisms or particular phrases they might typically use and when they use it if you don't already feel like you have them down. As for any original characters, Readers, or side characters, I'd say make sure you know them, too. Obviously an anxious character for example isn't going to speak boldly--unless there's a reason for it. So you always want to make sure it seems realistic (at least to you and how you perceive your characters) that they would say whatever they're saying in the situation that they're saying it.

I also find it helps to read dialogue aloud once you've written it. Does it sound like something someone would say in real life? Generally people in conversation don't always respond in full or proper sentences, for example. And I personally do this when it comes to writing Michael Kinsella or Frank Castle sometimes (I feel like I've written for Matt long enough that I literally can hear him in my head just fine 😅). They all have a sort of rhythm to the way they speak and I tend to go back and edit dialogue if it sounds too wordy or unlike the cadence of their speech (but that's also me being super particular 😅). But sometimes reading it aloud might help you realize if it sounds awkward or long winded or too clipped. Or maybe even too heavy of a reaction to what was said before someone's response.

Don't forget to change up your dialogue tags!! You can easily search up a list of dialogue tags (sometimes I do because my brain can't remember the correct one I want), but just make sure you're not trying to use them to add 'flair' to your writing, they have to make sense. Good ol' 'said' is truly just fine sometimes, but sometimes a particular dialogue tag makes a HUGE difference.

Sort of going along with that, it really makes a difference if writers have interrupters in their dialogue when it feels right. Don't overdo it, but definitely don't forget about it if you're comfortable using it. So if your characters are having a conversation, sometimes they won't just be standing there speaking, right? They might be doing something--like making coffee or folding laundry--and adding that in as they're speaking really helps set a scene. It's also incredibly great to add in minute details about facial expressions, tone change, body language shifts in the middle of sentences or between them. Because maybe the character speaking is getting angry, or the one doing the listening is having some sort of reaction to what is being said.

Dialogue should also generally always serve a purpose, which should help give you an idea of what to write and when. Is someone confiding something in someone? Having an awkward first meet? Calling to set up a date? Someone says something and it sparks a fight? Two characters are just being silly? There should always be a reason characters are conversing (which is sometimes just helping readers understand a personality trait about someone or learning a key detail about something), even if you have to throw in pleasantries or other things first that make sense before you can get the conversation to that point. And sometimes that's actually a fun challenge to figure out how to get there 😆

Off the top of my head, that's what I can think of for tips on dialogue at the moment. Hopefully at least some were helpful and not just old news to you. Obviously I also recommend editing a fic and giving it a reread at least once before posting, too. I'm insanely particular so I might edit something like 5 times before it goes up (and then still miss things). I just think that's a good way to catch errors or repeat words or ideas that might throw a reader out of the story.

As for the confidence to share your writing (or so it seems you meant, correct me if I'm wrong), honestly you just have to put it out there if that's what you want to do. I mean, don't feel obligated because you can certainly just write for yourself, but I'm not really sure what other advice to give on that unfortunately. I think any writer just takes the plunge. Sometimes a story flops, sometimes it gets a good reaction. Just try your best to not let it get to you if it doesn't go the way you hope (though whoever says it doesn't is lying because it is still rough to put so much effort into something and feel like it fell flat). But know you're not alone on that because there isn't a fic writer I know who doesn't get that feeling. Famous published authors even feel that way. We can't please everyone, but just try to have fun with it and don't take it too seriously at the end of the day. Do your best to ignore the negative feedback because for every one rude reader there will be multiple others who enjoy what you're doing. Try to focus on that!

But obviously, just have fun. Tell the story you want to read ❤

[final-milf-ratchet]

hey it's me again i just saw the anon ask about the orgy and oh my god.. what a twist way to finish that episode.. cave orgy that ends up with not two but THREE robobabies, and a large dragon joining the team.. phew. and the fact that in that ask mechs getting sparked work the same way as cats (the babies can be from different fathers), grrr,,

Anyway. Made me give a horny side to an idea i had, where Magnus somehow manages to talk to Predaking after Wheeljack passes out - by the time Optimus gets there, he only finds Wheeljack in the rubble, no sigh of the other two. Meanwhile Predaking took Magnus away so they can talk without being interrupted - basically he sees how improbable it is that the bots found the lab, way sooner than in the show, but he can't focus on that very much because his instincts are screaming at him about how perfect of a partner Magnus seems to be. A perfect consort for a king..

He woos Magnus in only a few days, somehow. They hang out in a cave where no bots or cons can find their signals, and the talk about the War slowly morphs into talking about Magnus himself, which then turns into compliments..

Magnus is still unsure of how he was wooed that quickly, laying on his back as Predaking spreads his legs and settles between them to eat him out.. And he's never felt anything like that before. Predaking's tongue is so, so long, and part of it is rough, kind of like a cat's, dragging against his nodes..

The first time it happens, Predaking just eats Magnus out until the Commander is overstimulated, weakly patting his head as he gurgles for him to stop - which Predaking immediately does.

The second time (the next day), Predaking fingers Magnus open, toying with his node as Magnus squirms, clumsily pawing at his panels - overloading on the spot when he sees the two large spikes emerging once his panels open up. And again when Predaking promises that tomorrow, he's getting those spikes inside him..

And it happens. Finally, on the third day of being intimate, Predaking slowly, carefully pushes his spikes inside Magnus, watching him overload twice just from being stretched wide open and filled. Cue crazy sex, Predaking fucking him as though trying to breed him.. Marking him up as his consort.

When Magnus finally calls for a bridge and gets back to base, he's all scuffed up, covered in paint transfers and claw marks.. He has to reassure them, that after the fight he got to talk to Predaking, and now the large dragon is their ally, laying in wait on the decepticon warship. NOT telling them about how he got the best frag of his life. Wheeljack and Arcee absolutely do not believe that's all of it, but decide not to push right now - Ratchet is already chewing out the Commander for them. Ratchet, who figures out pretty quickly how most of those marks were made, as he patches up Magnus..

That night, Magnus gets a visit from Optimus in his ship, because the Prime knows exactly what happened, and his own feelings (and breeding kink) are making him quite jealous..

Magnus gets the spiking down of his life for the second time in two days, mewling and overstimulated as he's again filled with transfluid..

Predaking's breeding kink vs Optimus Prime's breeding kink, GO !

Hiiiiii laure!!!!

If we do go with the build-a-baby transformers fanon then multi-dad carrying makes sense to me too! 🤷

(I don't think it's a one to one, where they all have one dad per kid, all the kids have a mix of all three, they just have a main dad that kinda obvious because all of their sires are very different looking. If say, hound and mirage were to both get cliffjumper sparked it would be a little harder to tell who's the main sire of which kid because they are all cars and the colors aren't always a give away!

Sorry for the dump about all that I think abt potential sparklings and how that all works at work when I'm bored lol 😅😅)

Honestly I don't think it would be that hard for Predaking and Magnus to get through to each other, maybe before Predaking crushes his hand, he has a bit of a 'why did you do it' breakdown over the autobots killing the rest of the predaclones and Magnus goes 'we didn't do it tho :/'

Obviously Predaking needs more info, but he can hear Optimus charging down the tunnel (cause he's not focused on killing Magnus this time lol) and impulsively grabs Magnus and takes off. When Optimus finally gets there... There's no sign of either of them...

Predaking really did take Magnus with the intention of figuring out what was going on! But he's never actually spent time around mecha who aren't traitorous decepticons, and he keeps getting distracted by thoughts of what a great consort Ultra Magnus would be, and a king needs a queen... 😏😏😏

Listen. Listen... I like the idea of Magnus being kinda easy, he just never has anyone try and hook up with him so no one knows 🤭🤭 and as Magnus and Predaking keep talking and getting closer, Magnus can't help but give in and spread his legs for Predaking...

I love them slowly working up to actual penetration, but by the time they get to that point they're both so desperate, Predaking loses his mind. Biting and marking Ultra Magnus as they fuck, leaving his consort a beautiful mess.

Hrgghhh Magnus calling in a ground bridge, and walking out looking like he just got a train ran on him.

Wheeljack and Arcee don't believe they just 'talked it out' and Predaking join the autobots but also... Who's going to accuse Ultra Magnus of sleeping with the enemy? Their all shooed away by Ratchet pretty quickly so they don't have time to press for details.

Ratchet's not stupid, as soon as he sees the paint transfers he knows what's up. Who's he to judge? Everyone knows the kind of stuff the party ambulance got up too, and at least this time it got them an ally. Magnus goes back to his shop afterwards so he can finally get some peace and quiet, it's been a busy week ;).

Hrnnnnn Optimus looming around the medbay listening to Ratchet talk about the little repairs he needed to make and connecting the dots. (Ratchet may have been trying to get Optimus to finally make a move. There's only so many times you can listen to your friend talk about the guy he likes before you get fed up)

As soon as night sets in Optimus goes to Ultra Magnus' ship. Ultra Magnus is still getting the paint transfers off when he answers the door. Optimus went just to make sure Ultra Magnus was okay after his 'ordeal' but seeing all of Predakings paint transfers makes him... Lose him mind a little. Ultra Magnus doesn't know how they went from talking in the loading bay to him getting railed on his tiny berth but he's not complaining (he's a little busy moaning to complain)

Poor Magnus, caught between two mechs very determined to sire his sparklings, and very determined to deal with the war so Magnus will let them sire his sparklings 🤭🤭🤭

[lycorogue]

Latest Story: Scott's List Item

Welcome to my foray into the Hailey's On It! fandom.

I thought of this story WAAAAAAY back in November and just kept sleeping on it. Buuuut then the finale aired and I KNEW I had to get this out into the world.

There were definitely some major tweaks that I had to do after getting some new info in the back half of the season. Then, after sorting all of that out, life got away from me and it kept me about a month to write this little story… followed by about 2 weeks of just trying to edit the darn thing.

But! Much like Hailey, I have to learn to give up control sometimes. So. I'm done editing. This story is yours now. I hope you enjoy it.

(also, please excuse the uninspired title. I tapped all of my creativity when I wrote the actual story. 😅)

Summary: When Hailey offers for them to try to cross off one of Scott's list items he knows exactly which one he wants to try. It's one that he's been itching to complete for a little while now. Hailey suspects a plot afoot, however, and her suspicions may implode the whole thing. **WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE SEASON 1 FINALE** Rating: General Audience Word Count: 4,802 Estimated Read Time: 20min Status: completed one-shot Continue reading below, or find this story over on AO3, on FFN, or on DA.

Scott's List Item

Hailey leapt into Scott's arms with a squeal. Her armband beeped and turned green.

"I did it, Scott! I can't believe it! I did it! Me!"

He swung her around to mitigate the momentum of her glomping him; keeping himself on his feet.

"That's great, Hails!" He put her back down, but kept his hands on her waist. "I knew you could."

"Yeah, well, it was mostly because of you," she sheepishly said.

Beta loudly cleared his (non-existent) throat.

"And, of course, Beta as well."

"That's what I thought!" Beta huffed.

"Nah. You would have figured it out even without us. You're kind of amazing like that."

Scott smiled, and Hailey melted at the sight of his dimples.

"No, Scott." Hailey's voice got serious and a bit softer. "I really couldn't have done this alone. Actually, I wouldn't have completed nearly as much of my list if it weren't for you. Thank you. Truly."

Scott awkwardly laughed. It was so rare that Hailey heard Scott laugh when it wasn't fully genuine. She cocked her head to the side and studied him.

"That's just what best friends do," Scott said. "They're there for each other and help each other through challenges. No matter the challenge. Right?"

"Right."

Hailey turned to head home and realized that Scott still had a hand on her waist. She was going to ask him about it, but the moment she shifted he tucked his hand in his pocket.

"So, how should we spend the rest of the day?" Scott was back to his normal chipper and carefree tone. "Another list item?"

"I could calculate-" Beta started.

"No," Hailey interrupted. "I need to recoup after that last one. I want to forget my list for the rest of the day."

"I'll allow it." Beta shrugged, then climbed back into Hailey's backpack.

"Alright. What's the plan then?" Scott asked.

Hailey slung her backpack over her shoulders, and pondered as they walked. "Well, we do have a lot of daylight left. Shall we try another of your list items, Scott?"

"Are you kidding me?" Beta yelled. "What kind of buffoonery do you think we could possibly cross off of his list?"

"We've already crossed the kaiju-battle and sandwich-named-after-him ones off his list. I'm sure we can find another one." Hailey pivoted to face Scott, and saw that he had lagged slightly behind. "Scott? You... okay?"

"Hmm? Oh! Yeah! I'm fine. Why?"

Hailey shook her head. She must have been overthinking again. "No reason. So? Got a list item for us?"

"A list item?" He slowly pulled out his stack of stained napkins, loose paper, and sticky-notes; anything he had on-hand when he had thought of a new item. He regarded them with a reverence Hailey wasn't expecting, and he tenderly stroked the pile with his thumb.

"Scott?"

Beta groaned. "Oh, what is this moron doing now?"

"Can I pick any item, Hailey?"

"Um." Most of Scott's list wasn't very realistic. Then again, Hailey wouldn't have thought that a real-life kaiju battle would have been a complete-able item, and yet, it was the first one they managed to cross off. Between her, Scott, and Beta, Hailey felt like just about anything was possible. "Yeah! Yeah, pick anything you want, and we'll give it our all to make it happen!"

"Speak for yourself," Beta grumbled.

Hailey elbowed him before turning back to Scott. "It's the least I could do to thank you. So. Which item should we try? Cooking pasta in a hot tub? Counting every grain of sand? Playing a game of pickleball with an actual pickle as the ball? Finally figure out the mystery that is a ghost sandwich?"

"Hailey, do you hear yourself?" Beta rolled his eyes and slumped deeper into Hailey's backpack.

"Well." Scott fidgeted with his list, staring a hole into it. "There has been a list item that I've been wanting to do for a while now."

"Great! What is it? Let's. Make. It. Happen!" Hailey slinked up next to Scott to peer at his list. He shifted so she couldn't see.

Looking around them, he shook his head. "Not here." He paused, again staring at his notes. "I know where, though. Come on."

"Oh-kay? Lead the way, then."

Scott was unusually quiet as they hiked through the woods. He kept checking where they were, nodding or shaking his head as they advanced further.

"You... gonna tell me what we're doing?" Hailey ventured after a couple of minutes.

"I will. But it has to be the right spot. Becker told me about this one place Kennedy had taken her. It should be just a little further."

"Do I at least get a hint?"

They quietly walked for another two minutes. Scott never answering Hailey's question.

"Beta?" Hailey whispered, "Does Scott seem like he's acting a little weird to you, too?"

"That dingbat always seems weird to me."

"Yeah, but-"

"But does he seem to not be his usual bumbling self? Yeah."

"What do you think his list item could be?"

"This is it!" Scott shouted ahead of them. "Hailey!" He jogged back to her, a huge grin plastered on his face. "Do you trust me?"

Hailey blinked, instantly disarmed by the absurdity of the question. "Of course I trust you, Scott. You're probably the person I trust the most."

"Great! Then could you close your eyes and let me lead you the rest of the way?"

Hailey looked past Scott. "That path seems kind of rocky. You sure it'll be safe?"

"Yeah! We'll take it slow. Just follow my directions and you'll be fine."

"This isn't some sort of 'blind leading the blind' kind of list item, is it?" Hailey's face scrunched up in worry.

"No!" Scott pulled back with a start. His face was pained, like Hailey had just slapped him. "What is this? I thought you said you trusted me."

"I do," she drew out the words, "but..."

"Hailey Banks. I, Scott Denoga, promise that I will never knowingly allow you to get hurt." He puffed out his chest and gave a scouting salute.

"I can be your eyes if you need, Hailey," Beta offered.

"No." She scanned Scott. He was serious. He was focused. His eyes were pleading. How could she doubt him? "No, I said I trust him, and I do. I'll be safe." She held out her hands and closed her eyes.

Scott took hold of both of her wrists, and gave a slight tug to direct her forward.

"Slowly. There's a rock in front of you," Scott directed. "Step up. Higher. Perfect. Now step forward. Good. The ground slants slightly to your left here. Easy. I got you."

Hailey was amazed at how good Scott was at this. Within seconds she had complete faith in his instructions. She didn't hesitate as he told her what to do and when. She lost track of how far they had walked or for how long her eyes were closed. Scott Denoga had complete control, and Hailey didn't necessarily mind that.

"The ground is going to shift again as we step off of the grass."

Right on cue, Hailey stepped onto loose dirt or sand; she couldn't quite tell which. Her foot lost some traction, but Scott instantly gripped her forearm to keep her from slipping.

"Three more steps like that."

A warm wind whipped at Hailey's ponytail and caressed her face. The smell of salt filled the air more than it did a moment ago. Nothing was blocking the ocean breeze as it blew into the shore.

"Okay." Scott shifted to Hailey's side. His hands kept constant contact with either her arm or shoulder as he rotated around her, as if he was rock climbing on her and needed to ensure he had a grip at all times. "You can open your eyes now."

The Pacific Ocean stretched out before them on the small, tucked-away overlook. The waves crashed soothingly below. The overlook – which was barely even the size of Hailey's bedroom – had been buffed by the salty ocean winds over the centuries, and the surface was a mix of dirt and sand. Soft, but not so bad as to be difficult to walk on once you got your footing. Someone had rolled a log out into the center of the cliff to act as a bench. It was also worn down by the winds; softening the bark. The wood still seemed sturdy enough to sit on, though.

The whole place was like a dream. The only thing that would have made it better was if they were there at sunset.

"Scott! This is gorgeous!"

"I hoped you'd like it."

"I do. But, we're supposed to be doing one of your list items. I don't understand why we're here."

"Is your list item to backflip off that cliff?" Beta jumped out of Hailey's backpack and ran over to the edge. He looked down and then gestured to Scott. "After you."

"Beta!" Hailey scolded.

"No. As cool as that idea is – and maybe I should add that to my list–"

"You most certainly will not!" Hailey interjected.

"–I actually had something else in mind." Scott pulled his list back out of his pocket. Sliding off the paperclip holding it together, he shuffled the top item to the bottom of the pile. He glanced up at Hailey, took a deep breath, then passed her the new page off the top of the stack. His toe dug into the loose dirt, and his ring finger aimlessly riffled through the rest of his list.

"Scott? Are you... nervous?" Hailey mindlessly accepted the paper from him. When he didn't answer - outside of fidgeting more - she glanced down at what he wanted to do.

The rest of Scott's list was sloppy. Rushed writing. A hodgepodge of scrap paper and napkins. Stains. Bent or ripped edges. Crumpled, wrinkled pages. It was literally any writing surface that Scott could scribble on and swipe for his list the instant he had an idea.

This one was different. It was on a pink index card, carefully cut down with straight and even sides so that it would fit easily into his pocket. It was pristine and still as stiff as a fresh card. Not a wrinkle or stain in sight. The list item was also written in the neatest penmanship that Hailey had ever seen Scott produce. This item was clearly important to him. This wasn't something that he came up with on a whim because he thought it would be fun, like he did with the rest of his list. Scott had thought hard about this task and took great pains to include it among so many items that could have been impossible to complete.

Hailey stared at the crisp handwriting. Her eyes welled up slightly. Her lungs stopped working. Her mind went blank.

Kiss Hailey 'Alohilani Banks

"Scott?"

He shrugged and gave her an awkward half-smile. Exactly the same way he did when he was selected to kiss her at her party.

"Scott, what is this?" Her hand shook as she held up the list item for Scott to read.

Beta poked his head around the log to take a look. As soon as he read the card his eyes snapped over to Scott.

Gulping hard, Scott brushed his hair out of his face in an attempt to look more suave. "It's the list item I'd like to do today. If... that's okay."

"I get that, but... why... is it a list item?" Hailey glared at Beta. He defensively shrugged back at her and shook his head.

"Because." Scott scooped up Hailey's free hand, his voice low. "It's something I want to make a point of doing."

Hailey ripped her hand from Scott, slapped the index card against his chest, and pushed past him. She turned to address Beta directly. "Yeah, but why is this list item so important, hmmm?"

"Hailey, I promise I had nothing to do with this!" Beta flailed around in a panic.

"Yeah, why would Beta have anything to do with my list? He hates my list."

"Indeed I do."

"You told him! Didn't you?" Hailey stormed up to Beta. Her face red with rage and embarrassment.

"Told me what?"

Hailey scooped up Beta and shoved him in Scott's face. "My list item!" On cue, Beta showed Scott item number 143: Kiss Scott Denoga.

"Well..." Scott couldn't keep eye contact.

"I knew it!" She roughly put Beta down and stormed to the other side of the log. "Beta was mad that I wouldn't follow through with my list item to save the world, so he told you about it, and you included it on your list. That way crossing off your list item would also cross off mine!"

This was wrong. It was all wrong! This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Hailey was supposed to have this grand gesture to tell Scott how she felt. Then he was going to tell her that he felt the same way, and they would kiss and be together and everything would be magical.

Maybe not centaur magical, but still.

An arbitrary obligation to try to save the world was far from magical. She regretted ever including kissing Scott on her list.

"Scott, I don't want to just kiss you to cross off a list item! I never wanted it to just be 'a thing' and not mean anything! I would have kissed you during that game if that's what I wanted. But... it's not!" Fighting back tears, Hailey plopped down on the log. It really was a cozy bench.

"Hey," Scott cooed. "Hailey, I don't want that either." He cautiously approached her.

She huffed and pivoted to keep her back towards him.

"Hails." Scott looked at the index card with his list item on it. Glancing sheepishly to the side, he tucked the card back into his pocket. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"I'm just... so embarrassed," Hailey admitted. She hugged herself tight and pulled her knees in close.

"Why?"

"Because you know that I wanted to kiss you. For a while now."

"And wanting to kiss me is embarrassing?"

"Definitely."

"Beta!" Hailey hissed.

Beta held up his arms defensively as he made himself scarce.

Hailey huffed disapproval at Beta. She then shifted and stole tentative glances up at Scott. "No. Wanting to kiss you isn't embarrassing. But also, yes? I mean, you're Scott Denoga! My next-door neighbor and best friend since forever! We spend nearly every waking moment together. We like the same things. We don't question each other's crazy ideas (for the most part). You're always there for me. I mean, just look at my list! You're down for anything. You always know how to cheer me up and make me laugh. When I'm spiraling you know how to calm me down and get me to refocus so I can fix the problem. When I can't see a solution you do. I-" Hailey blushed as she turned away from Scott again.

"You?" Scott prompted when Hailey didn't continue.

"I just feel so vulnerable. And exposed and," she paused to find the right word, "scared, I guess?"

"Of me?"

She shook her head. "Of getting my heart broken. As long as you didn't know how I felt you couldn't reject me. You wouldn't give me those big, puppy-dog eyes full of sympathy as you told me we'd always be best friends, but you just didn't see me that way. I could just rationalize that you were with Kristine or Destiny because you didn't know, and that you'd be with me if you did."

"Hails." Scott sighed her name, and Hailey wanted to crumble.

"I know. This is dumb." Hailey's eyes stung and her throat started to close. "Look. You didn't know for years, right? I can hide my feelings again. Nothing needs to change."

Scott sat on the log, leaving precious inches between them. He scooped up Hailey's hand, and waited a moment to see if she'd take it back. When she didn't – she couldn't, despite herself – he tenderly brushed the back of her hand with his thumb. "What if I want things to change?"

Hailey's eyes shot up to meet his. "What?"

"What if I didn't need to know that you like-liked me before I decided that I want to be with you?"

Hailey's heart jumped.

"Wait! Wha-what are you saying, Scott?"

"That I like-like Hailey Banks. Like. A lot."

Hailey felt faint. "You do?"

"Of course! Why do you think I added kissing you to my list?" He chuckled, like she had questioned the most obvious thing in the world.

Hailey glanced towards Beta pouting by a bush. "So, it wasn't because of my-"

"I realized I liked you before I found out about that."

"You did?"

Scott nodded and gave Hailey an awkward lopsided smile. "You're right. Beta showed me after you refused to keep going with your list, but I had already decided that I wanted to be with you earlier that night."

Hailey's eyes went wide and her mouth slacked. "That's why you were out in the rain with the bouquet of flowers?"

Scott nodded again. "I just wasn't having fun at the dance with Destiny. After talking to Kristine, I realized that it was because I wanted to be at the dance with you. I missed you, and I just don't have as much fun if you aren't there."

"So you ran all the way to my house in the rain?"

"Well, if I wasn't going to have fun at the dance without you there, why wouldn't I want to go get you? Besides, I knew I needed to tell you how I felt as soon as possible."

Hailey winced and finally pulled her hand away. "But then I screwed the whole thing up with that dumb Sanjay stunt!"

"Hey, you didn't know."

"I should have figured it out, though! You were drenched and alone on my front porch with a bouquet of flowers and told me you had something important to tell me! How did I not figure it out from that?" Hailey hid her face behind her hands and groaned. "And then you were just there, alone again, on the bleachers. Clearly, things didn't work out with Destiny. Why didn't I just end things with Sanjay then?"

"Because you were happy with Sanjay."

"Yeah, but-"

"Hailey, an attractive guy that you were having fun with asked you out, and you had no clue that I liked you that way. What were you supposed to do? Say no?"

Hailey's eyes narrowed questioningly. "Why are you doing this?"

Scott blinked in confusion. "Doing what?"

Hailey scooted further down the log, away from Scott. "Trying to cheer me up. I-I screwed up and I clearly hurt you. Why are you still trying to comfort me?"

"Because it wasn't your fault. Yeah, it hurt, but you didn't do it on purpose. Like when I went out with Kristine, or went to the dance with Destiny to begin with. I didn't mean to hurt you. And you didn't mean to hurt me with Sanjay. Besides, I'm fine now. I get to sit here and enjoy this view with my best friend." He gestured to the ocean lapping at the shore below them. "No Sanjay or Destiny or Kristine in sight."

Hailey watched Scott for a moment. There truly was no hurt or malice there. He lounged a little on the log, kicking his legs out in front of him, and leaning on his arms behind him. The ocean wind played with his hair, and Hailey felt a twinge of jealousy towards a breeze.

"Scott?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you." Hailey shifted closer to him.

"You've already thanked me tons of times today." Scott lightheartedly laughed.

"I haven't yet for this." Hailey tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you for being so patient with me. And, well, for not making a big deal about my feelings for you."

"Hailey," Scott chuckled, "Did you miss the part where I have them too?"

Hailey blushed. "No." She mindlessly played with her nails.

Scott scooched closer so his hip was bumped up against Hailey's. She didn't retreat. She just kept playing with her nails.

"Are we cool then?"

Hailey stole a glance up at him. "You promise your list item isn't just some elaborate plan to get me to cross it off of my list?"

"I promise. I added it because it was something I wanted to do. That's all."

"Yeah, but you knew it was on my list. You didn't need to add it to yours."

"Nuh-uh! Your list item was to kiss me. My list item is to kiss you. They're totally different."

Hailey chuckled. "They really aren't."

Scott leaned in a bit more. "Sure it is. For your list item, I have to wait for you. For mine, I get to make the first move."

Hailey's whole body burned as her face flushed. She bit her lip, unsure what to do. This was the moment she was waiting for. Why was she still so nervous?

"I'm sorry I lied to you. About the whole Sanjay thing. I'm sorry I made him up in the first place. Also, I'm sorry that I hid that list item from you for so long. I just- I wasn't ready to let you know that I liked you that way, and then Kristine saw the list item, and-."

"Hey." Scott placed a hand on Hailey's shoulder. It stilled her instantly. "It's okay. None of that matters."

"It doesn't?"

"No. What matters is that I wake up each morning excited to see you. I want to spend my free time with you. I have so much fun when we're together. Way more than when I'm with anyone else. If I'm somewhere without you, I wonder what you're doing. Or I think about how much you would love doing whatever it is that I'm doing and how much I wish you were there with me."

"Really?"

"Yeah! Hailey, you're my person. I have a blast when we hang out. Plus, you get me like no one else does."

"And you get to do cool things while helping me save the future." Hailey playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

Scott scratched the back of his head nervously. "I mean, yeah, that's cool too, and I can't deny that the list helped me realize my feelings. But it's not because of the things I get to do."

"It's not?"

Scott shook his head. "It's because of how it's transformed you. You're bolder now. More confident. You know how to set boundaries or ask for help. Plus, you're just more open to experiences and people now."

"Really? Have I changed that much?"

"Well, kinda? But also, not really? I mean, you've always been amazing. That's why you're my best friend. You're just... more amazing now. I think you finally see it as much as I always have. And it's been so cool to see you shine."

"Scott." A tear spilled out of Hailey's cloudy eyes. She rested her head on his shoulder, looking up at him through her lashes. "You're kinda awesome too, ya know."

"Yeah," Scott sighed with that playful confidence that he has.

Hailey poked him in the side, making him wince and giggle. "You could be a little humble about it."

"Ugh!" Beta groaned behind them. "Could you two just kiss already? I could make syrup from all this sap!"

The teens nervously laughed before staring at each other. Looking to the other for the first move.

Scott, always fearless, scooped up Hailey's hand in his own. His thumb traced across each of her knuckles as her fingers tightened around his. His other hand slid across her back, wrapping her in an embrace. His eyes closed, and his chin lowered, waiting for her to meet him halfway.

Hailey's heart raced. She and Scott had hugged before. They used to use their fingers to draw doodles on each other's backs when they were younger. Scott had physically supported her by bracing her back, or catching her in his arms. Nothing he was currently doing was objectively a new sensation. That didn't stop the chills and goosebumps from forming wherever Scott's hand touched. Despite Hailey trying to rationalize it to calm her nerves, this was definitely different. This was big. This had a new layer of tenderness and vulnerability that Hailey hadn't experienced before. Not even during her stunt with "Sanjay".

As if they were in a movie, Hailey could practically hear music swelling into a crescendo; driving her towards Scott with newfound courage and calm. Her free hand slid to his knee. She leaned in, and tilted her head back slightly. Instinct clicked on, and Hailey's eyes fluttered shut, trusting her mouth would be drawn towards Scott's like a magnet.

Scott's hand slipped up to cradle her shoulders as Hailey leaned further into him. In kind, Hailey squeezed his other hand and tugged him a little closer.

Then their lips connected. A soft brush at first. Followed by the full velvety, supple, pleasantly moist cushion of each other's lips. Hailey's heart rocketed into her throat. Her skin tingled as a wave of heat flashed over her. The RomCom music climaxed with a plucky guitar riff. This wasn't anything like how she had imagined this moment.

It was somehow better.

Hailey's armband beeped for the second time that day. She had done it. The hardest item on her list. And it was surprisingly easy.

Of course it was. Things were always easy with Scott. Hailey wasn't sure why she ever thought otherwise.

With a bashful giggle, the teens pulled apart from each other.

"About time!" Beta said. The RomCom music abruptly cut out, and Hailey realized it wasn't just in her head.

"Beta! Were you playing mood music?"

Beta heaved an exasperated sigh. "I couldn't let that drag out any further. I had to do something to get you two to finally kiss!"

Both Hailey and Scott blushed.

"Well, that's one more item off my list, too." Scott stood up and pulled the pink index card back out of his pocket.

Hailey grabbed his wrist. "No. Wait." She looked to Beta, who had no clue where she was going with this. "You-your item clearly says 'Kiss Hailey 'Alohilani Banks', but- but I was the one who kissed you just then. Which is why my band went off." Hailey held up her still green armband, and puffed out her chest with a false bravado that she hoped Scott would take at face value. "You still need to initiate the kiss for your list item, if I recall."

Scott tucked the card back into his pocket, and ruffled his hair as he bashfully looked away from Hailey. She didn't realize how adorable he could look when flustered.

"You know what? You're right." Scott pulled Hailey to her feet, purposefully tugging a touch too hard and throwing her off balance. He caught her against his chest. As the teens giggled out their nervous energy, Scott left his arms wrapped around Hailey's waist.

Hailey had no clue what to do with her hands. First, she ran them across his chest, but that felt too weird and intimate and mature and- nope! Around his neck, maybe? She took a step closer to him so she could link her wrists together behind his head. This still didn't quite feel right.

Eventually, she settled on running one hand through Scott's fluffy hair, and the other tugged at his shirt by his waist. She hoped her indecisiveness didn't ruin the mood. She meekly looked up at Scott, and caught him with the softest smile she had ever seen.

It was Hailey's turn to angle her chin and wait. With her eyes closed, unsure of when Scott would lean in for his kiss, the seconds were unbearably long. She gathered more of his shirt into her hand, subtly pulling him closer.

Scott cupped the side of Hailey's face, his thumb lovingly stroking her cheek. He tilted Hailey's head a millimeter more as he gently pressed his lips against hers.

There were just as many fireworks as their first kiss. Hailey's grip on both Scott's shirt and hair tightened. She didn't want this moment to end. The only reason she could think of for breaking their kiss was so she could joyfully Kristine-squeal about this finally happening.

Scott Denoga liked her. He actually liked her. Like-liked her!

She now understood how she could manage to reverse climate change. With Scott by her side, nothing felt impossible anymore. Knowing that he'd be there to pick her up whenever she fell erased her fears of trying new things.

Especially when new things felt as amazing as this.

[avocado-writing]

7 anon here! My headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to overhear his gn crush saying how they're sure it's unrequited love as much as they love HIM request is so good! I love it especially Astarion is a bit smug 😏 but he's also touched 🥹, he's glad that his seduction worked but he wonders why does he feel warm & happy about it 🤔, he waits when it's just both of them & confessed casually, he can hear the way their blood pump 🩸 , their soft "oh" as they look at the floor is how I would react 😳, they would look up at him when he takes their hand & he kisses them 😚, he can feel how relieved they are & he's thrilled to be something real with them 🥹, Gale decided not to interrupt in person although he wanted to say something immediately at first, he used sending to tell them how desperately in love with them 🥺, they freeze before turning to where he is O_o, they excused themselves from the conversation & he followed as he could tell they're embarrassed, they told him honestly he wasn't supposed to hear that & they wanted to get it off their chest, he took their hand & kissed them 💋 hoping they would believe him, they just melt 🫠 as both of them stay like that for a while, it's the longest it's been without him talking 🤣, Wyll can't take it when they talk of themselves like that so he interrupted straight away, he asked them for their time alone, he took them somewhere private & could tell they're uncomfortable, he gently moved their chin so they would look at him as he wants to know how sincere he is, he apologised for giving the wrong impression when he loves them enthusiastically 🥺, he told them what made him fall for them 💕, he noticed they relaxed with a hopeful look, they kissed him when he finished talking & it's the sweetest first kiss 😘, Halsin got no patience to let them be uncertain, he would tell them immediately now that he knows it's mutual, he would use gathering firewood as an excuse to be alone with them, he would brush their hair out of their face when they're alone with him which they would react positively, he would cup their face & look straight into their eyes, he would tell them how they make his blood stir in a way he forgotten 🥹, he would happily kiss them back & learn about each other intimately 😳, how cute Dammon is that he's just shocked that they love him 🤭, he doesn't know how to make a grand gesture so he asked Karlach, he plans to give them a piece of jewellery he smithed for them when he sees them alone & asked them on a date, he ended up rambling even though he tried to make a point about his feelings 😅, they reached out to hold his hand which gave him courage 🥹, he saw how they light up when he gave them his gift & offered to put it on them which his fingers lingered a bit, he tried to tell them but they reassured him that they know, just how happy both of them are ☺️, Rolan is annoyed that they didn't tell him straight to his face, he just realised his feelings for them but can't understand why they think that when they're wonderful 🥺, he had a few drinks before confessing to them 😅, his confession though 😂, they're just stood there confused before grabbing his collar to kiss him 😚, he's smiling so hard that they can feel it while kissing him, they called him a silly boy fondly & kiss him quickly before he could complain 🤣, Zevlor didn't waste time as he had no reason to hide his feelings knowing he has a chance, he told them sincerely when he has time with them alone, he said how he doesn't know what he could offer which would make him worthy of their love but he will work hard until he is 🥹, just how sweet he is 💖, and they collapsed into his arms for a kiss 😘 Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :) Would it be too many requests for you if I request? Please tell me if it is so I won't overwhelm you 🥺

hello darling! I’m glad you enjoyed it. You’re always more than welcome to request, but I’m afraid there will be a little bit of a wait at the moment! If you’re happy to wait then go for it 😊

[krastbannert]

As @calcliffbas, for some reason, can't send me asks from his blog, he sent me a message when I first reblogged the "5 Headcanons About an AU" ask game, so I'm putting them here in this post.

Maiko in a small-town Grocery Store AU

I've read a story similar to this one, actually, called photosynthesis of the soul, where Iroh and Mura owned shops in a mall (tea and flowers, predictably) that Zuko and Mai worked at. It was really adorable, actually.

Mai is the floral department associate, running it under the supervision of her aunt Mura, the floral department manager. She doesn't mind it - it's quite, and she likes the hidden meanings that flowers can have.

Zuko works in the deli, usually in the background; he started in the customer service area but that didn't work out so well after he got in a fight with a customer named Jet.

Mai had already been working there when Zuko was hired, and she thought he was a little weird, but handsome. She likes him, at least from a distance, and his awkward flirting is cute whenever he comes by.

Zuko usually ends up in the floral section when he takes a break, at first because it reminds him of his mother, who had been a florist. That's how they end up meeting (actually meeting, not just locking eyes from across the store); Mai wants to know why he keeps coming over here and interrupting her drawing/flower-arranging.

Azula had come to the store to bother their uncle (the owner; he bought the store from Ozai) and she almost instantly became best friends with Mai the moment she walked in. She proceeded to viciously tease Zuko and Mai until she eventually had enough of their pining, and set them up on a date.

The Dragon Prince characters' misadventures at a Friday night youth club

This one...hmm.

Opeli and Ibis are the technically the two running the place, and she is incredibly tired because all these kids are causing a lot of trouble. Opeli survives Friday nights mostly on caffeine; Ibis needs about four hours of meditation instead of twenty minutes.

Nyx causes a ton of trouble by playing pranks on everyone. And I mean everyone. Opeli, Soren, Rayla, Callum, Ezran - she even plays pranks on Bait, sometimes. Everyone says they hate it, but they love it. Really, they totally do.

Soren and Claudia are new additions to the group, coming from a relatively troubled home; Rayla invited Soren after they made up, following several fights on the sports field. Claudia was a harder sell, but eventually Soren managed to convince her. Turns out they both really needed a place to get away from home.

Amaya, Janai, Opeli, Ethari, and Ibis shouldn't have one, but they have a bet going about whether or not Rayla and Callum will get together, since the two have been dancing around each other for a very long time now and they're all frustrated. Marcos, Amaya, and Gren have a different pool for Nyx and Soren - they all lost, though, because Nyx and Soren got together, secretly, before the pool was started.

Bait, Zym, and Stella cause lots of trouble by breaking into the pantry and eating...well, everything. Ezran, Callum, and Rayla think its hilarious. Soren is scandalized and upset that all the food is gone. Claudia just wants some hot brown morning potion. Nyx is the one who let them in.

Sokka and Suki's meet-cute in their very own College AU

I actually kinda wrote this already, believe it or not😅may not be exactly what you're looking for but this is what I got.

Suki is a health physics major, Sokka in aeronautical engineering; they met, technically, years before, during high school soccer, but had fallen out of contact. They met again during freshman year physics. Sokka was surprised to see her, but he was nonetheless, still humbled.

Sokka is, of course, still hung up on Yue. Her passing affected him quite a lot; it took a lot of conversations with Zuko, Iroh, and Katara for him to get it into his head that no, past did not equal present or future.

They actually got together almost completely on accident. They got dinner after a class they were TAing together, and then they just...stayed out. And then they were together, under the moonlight.

Katara, Azula, and Aang were not surprised in the least. They both saw it coming from a mile away. Zuko was mildly surprised (Zuko, in any AU, is still Zuko), but he figured they went well together. Ty Lee called bridesmaid the moment she heard.

Suki, for her part, was just glad they got together. She'd been thinking about Sokka for nearly two years after they first (actually) met, and she knew she was crazy - her aunts both said it to her face - but she held on to him, hoping they'd meet again some day. For all his faults, he'd been a good guy. (And he was cute. That was a bonus, too.) When she finally did see him again, it was a rush of happiness, mixed with a little," Oh, crap, this guy again." (She did still remember when he said girls shouldn't play soccer or do martial arts. And she also remembered running circles around him.)

[murdercouple]

Another old fanfiction of mine. It's about how Chucky and Tiffany got back together. Be clement, i was 18 when i wrote these... 😅

_____

Together Again

L.A., 4:00 p.m.

Chucky let out a sigh as he caught himself in the mirror. "The f*cking première is in ten minutes. I wish i had a co-star, i've been doing this sh*t for three years. It was fun at first, but now the whole thing is getting quite boring"

Then he had a brainwave.

"Tiffany! An old flame and accomplice of mine! She's a born actress! I need to get to her"

Tiffany Valentine was a tall, blonde, beautiful woman who lived out west of town. She once was his girlfriend and henchwoman. They were almost teens when they first met in a rainy afternoon. She was his one true friend.

Suddently Chucky's director called him, interrupting his thoughts.

"Chucky! What are you doing? Don't just stand there, everything is ready!" He said.

"Sorry buddy, i can't today. I have to go somewhere, it's something very important" he replied.

"Man, you must be kidding me! The première is about to begin, and you leave!? Your schedule must not make you lose sight of your duties, and remember.."

He got no further, for Chucky's short temper mastered him.

"Bu****it! I'll be back as soon as possible, ok!? Now lemme go and stop bothering, before i cut your tongue out!" he returned, slamming the door.

Then he got out of the building without a word to anybody and left towards Tiffany's house, careful to go unnoticed, expecially by the cops that garrisoned the streets. When he started making movies, he and the crew had a bargain: if they kept their mouths shut about him ACTUALLY being a living creature, no harm would come to them.

When Chucky arrived at the door he knocked on it. After a few seconds the door opened revealing Tiffany, who, after an initial shock, recognized him.

"Chucky!?" She exclaimed, looking down with an astonished face.

"Surprise!" he grinned.

"I can't believe this.." she stuttered "You're back! I thought you had forgotten me. I'm so overjoyed..." she said, her charcoal eyes filling with tears despite her attempts to fight them back.

"Jeez Tiff, if you start with melodrama i'm leaving at once!" he chuckled, sarcastically.

"Can't help myself, i'm too happy. I would have sold my soul to see you again, even if for the last time" she said, a delicate, manicured finger drying her eyes.

Then she let him in.

He looked around..

"It didn't change that much... except that i was taller at the time!" He grumbled.

The woman giggled, getting a dirty look in return. He hated to be made fun of.

They spent the whole afternoon chatting about this and that: he told her about how he escaped death, about his raids.. Tiffany listened to him patiently as she mended his worn clothes and arranged his disheveled red hair . Then it got pretty late.

"Oh look! It's about seven o' clock in the evening! How 'bout we dine together? I'm making swedish meatballs! You love them, don't you?"

"You know i do, sugar"

"Come on, then! Let's celebrate this reunion properly!"

{ONE HOUR LATER}

"Jeez Tiff, what a cook! My compliments!"

he exclaimed.

"And it's all thanks to mother Margaret, who taught me" said Tiffany, proudly.

Chucky looked around

"Man, i'm feeling more and more funny. I remember celebrating my birthday here, with you, Eddie and company. And not even all the cigars i smoke can erase this familiar scent. I..."

"Speaking of the Eddie" interrupted his former girlfriend.

"how is he? I haven't seen him in a decade!"

"I don't wanna talk about it!" was the harsh reply. In fact, that question set his teeth on edge a little.

"Oh man, i guess i hit a nerve. Let's change the subject" She thought to herself.

"You know Chucky, i still can't believe you're back. It feels like a dream"

She said while swinging her long leg.

"Yeah.. i can imagine that"

He would never say openly that he missed her, too. His pride wouldn't allow it. But the way he was looking at her said it all.

"But, what prompted you to get back here after so many years?" she asked.

"Oh! Be prepared, i have great news for you " he said.

"Ooh, what is it?" She asked, sounding excited.

"I'll tell you at once: under the pretext of what happened to me, i started a movie series called "Child's Play". I suppose you heard about it, haven't you?"

"U bet'cha!"

"Well, i want YOU to be in it! What do you say?"

"...wait a minute, that's it!?" She asked, sounding quite irritated.

"How come 'that's it"!? Ain't ya happy?" He asked, raising one eyebrow and tilting his head a bit.

"Forget it!" She said, letting out a heavy sigh.

She clearly expected him to ask her to get back together, and she was so disappointed he didn't.

She couldn't care less about the movie thing, she wanted to be with him. He being now an ugly cork wasn't going to stop her. She gave zero damns about such superficial things.

It is my private belief that both of them were looking forward to get back together, but both Chucky and Tiffany were stubborn and excessively proud individuals, so that their self respect would never allow them to beg for love. But it was just a matter of time before one of them gave in.

"Da hell did i do this time?"

He muttered to himself. Then he caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall.

"S*it, it's so late! Tiff, i have to go" he exclaimed.

"But where are you going at this time of night?"

in an anxious tone of voice.

"Ah, no worries, i'll figure out a place. At the very least i sleep under a bridge"

he shrugged.

"Pooh, don't be ridiculous! We're sleeping together!" she said with the usual mischief in her merry dark eyes.

He didn't require to be invited twice. A few moments later they were already laying on Tiffany's bed.

"Goodnight Chucky. Tomorrow morning i want you to taste my cookies"

"Don't even think about it! You're not planning on poisoning me, are you?

Well, goodnight Tiff" he said, patting her butt.

"Stop!" She shouted angrily.

"And mind you, if you start snoring, i'll push you off the bed, foot to face!"

"You're the usual ass*ole!" He said, trying to refrain from laughing and failing entirely.

Then both of them fell asleep.

CONTINUE...

[your-bigender-big-brother]

it's the hexian anon again, back with another vent (sorry 😅)

During my "argument" with the friend who said I couldn't use the label lesbian if I was also attracted to men, they said that loving men as a lesbian reinforces the "lesbian fixed by men" stereotypes.

And then my other friends interrupted the conversation. I don't blame them - arguments among friends are scary and they were probably just trying to move on - but I never got to say my piece and defend myself. And ever since then, although I've gotten colder and more distant with the friend, all my other friends haven't changed at all.

I just feel so ignored and overlooked by my own friends who continue to be buddies with an exclusionist. They're so verbal about hating exclusionists until it's actually time to start hating. I can't tell them to stop being friends with him - I'm not going to decide who my friends can be friends with, but I just hate the fact that... nobody cares?

I wouldn't have barged into your inbox to say this, but I literally can't say it anywhere else.

Hello hexian anon!

I'll be honest, I'm very quick to drop friends when I notice unfavorable behavior, especially when it's lack of support for the many aspects of my identity. Not knowing is fine, but blatant invalidation just gets under my skin. I could so easily say to get rid of the friends and find new ones, but it isn't always so easy.

Education is a must when it comes to creating allies. It's not our jobs to educate, but some of us want to at least try. Finding resources on various mspec lesbian identities, especially directly from people who have those experiences, would really help them understand. Also, I have to say, the "lesbian fixed by men stereotype" argument is so very faulty and it bothers me. That's like saying I shouldn't be dysphoric because I'm falling into the "born into the wrong body stereotype" or something. It's a silly point to make.

This is definitely reminding me of someone who was leaving me a lot of comments - someone who was bigender themselves - telling me that the way I explained what bigender is was wrong. They told me it had to be two whole genders without fluidity and they even believe that pronouns have to match the genders - meaning people with three pronouns always have three genders. I used the anger and annoyance I felt toward this person to make this upcoming zine where people can tell their own bigender stories and what their genders are like. There are plenty of responses that go against this random commenter's stance against bigender being a flexible label and I hope that it helps them learn to be better.

And I hope that you can find some resources that will help educate your friends and turn them into better allies. The lesbian label has always been very flexible and a broad term for a number of attractional experiences. This is simply a fact that's older than I am.

If anyone is lesbian and can help out with some links to resources, feel free to send them my way!

- 💙💚

[seitmai]

"Yeah, but my nephew will think it's funny, and that's almost enough motivation for me to do it."

Molly and Everett's bond is just so amazing🥰 I laughed so hard at the Disney World part 😅

Then Bob noticed the ridiculous grin on Everett's face where he sat perched on Bradley's lap. "I got a new dad. I'm getting my very own cousin, and even an Uncle Bob!" "You're living your best life, my man," Molly told him. "It's like you planned this all out."

Maybe he did plan it all out? 🤔 Alexa play Mastermind by Taylor Swift

"I'll be with you the whole time," he whispered, kissing her cheek. He was over prepared. He knew that. But he'd been sending Molly around everywhere with her hospital bag which he had packed for her, and it was currently tucked behind the driver's seat. She was as ready as she was going to be whether she wanted to admit it or not. 

🥹🥹🥹

It was serene. Peaceful. Really one of the loveliest things Bob had ever seen. And he was currently interrupting it by pushing Molly through as she moaned the f-word so loud and so long that nearly everyone was turning to look. 

This is just so Molly, I wouldn't expect anything less haha

"I hope you're happy, Bob," she growled, eyes flashing. "Your monster cock did this to me. Lulled me into a false sense of sexual bliss. And then your filthy mega sperm took over, and finished the job."

Hahahaha I can't 😂😂😂 the hospital staff and therefore Molly's co-workers next to them like: 🧍‍♂️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍

Bob would never pressure her to have another child with him. He hadn't really expected to get this lucky in life, let alone feel bold enough to hope for anything more. But that little gap gave him butterflies. Charlie was the sweetest baby in the world, and Bob was obsessed with being a dad. It was his favorite thing. And he wouldn't hesitate to list the condo and find a bigger place if Molly wanted to do this all over again. "You just let me know."

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I can't believe this is over 😭

Thank you so much for this series, since it started it became quickly one of my favorite series on here ever 🫶🏻👏🏻 and I'm still madly in love with Bob AND Molly lol

The Curveball Part 13 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Molly didn't think life with Bob could get any better. Then their son arrives, and she's proven wrong yet again. She doesn't know what the future holds, but she knows that she wants her family with her for every adventure. And that starts with a trip down a grassy path through some wildflowers.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swears, pregnancy, smut, 18+

Length: 3900 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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With the number of times Bob had to field the question, "So how did you and Molly get engaged?" you would have thought he could answer it by now without blushing. But he couldn't. Not even close. 

The only ones who knew what really happened were Nat, Bradley and Molly's sister. Nat kept calling Molly 'a goddamn legend'. Bradley cringed. And Molly's sister just said, "Yeah, that tracks."

But Molly kept those pretty Mrs. Floyd nipple piercings in for him, and he loved her even more for it. Her belly had gotten so big by Valentine's Day, he didn't know how she'd make it all the way to her due date in another four weeks. She looked absolutely exhausted after every shift in the emergency room, and more often than not, she ended up falling asleep on the couch with him after dinner while they watched a murder documentary. 

"Mo," he whispered on Friday night after she fell asleep mostly on top of him on the couch, his big hand splayed over her belly. His son was squirming a bit as he stroked her soft skin. She was incredible. His Molly. They hadn't decided exactly when they were going to get married, but she kept talking about wildflower meadows. So he agreed to wait until the summer, after the baby was born. 

He had to whisper her name a few times before she jolted awake. "Hmm?" she moaned. "Bobby, I was in the middle of a delicious nap." He kissed her lips when she pouted at him. 

"Let's get in bed, Honey," he said softly, pulling her shirt down over her belly. "We have to babysit Ev tomorrow so your sister and Bradley can go out for Valentine's Day."

She smirked at him. "They like to do dirty shit in the Bronco."

Bob just shrugged. "We do dirty stuff in my truck all the time."

She moaned softly as she said, "We sure do, Lieutenant Floyd." Bob's eyes slowly closed as Molly's hand skimmed down his abs and into the waistband on his underwear. "Dirty stuff everywhere. Anything my fiancé wants."

Bob grunted as her small hand wrapped around his cock, and her lips grazed his stubbled jaw. He was getting harder as she stroked him slowly, tongue darting out to taste his neck. "Molly," he moaned, bucking up into her hand as she teased his tip. But she just hummed against him as she jerked him off. And then her hand slowly came to a stop until she was just softly cupping his balls.

And then he heard her soft, even breathing next to his ear, and Bob couldn't help but laugh. She actually fell asleep while she was giving him a handjob. Bob thought for a moment that maybe a less secure man would be insulted, and maybe that's what Molly was used to in the past, but he knew she was beyond tired right now. 

He kissed her forehead and gently eased her hand back out from his underwear. "It's bedtime," he whispered, and she jolted awake again.

"No," she said, shaking her head and trying to reach for his cock. 

"Yes," he replied with a chuckle as he slid out from under her without being too rough with her bump. "Come on, and I'll rub your back until you fall asleep in bed."

"Mmkay," she agreed, bleary eyed as Bob led her to their bedroom. He helped her get undressed, kneeling in front of her and placing some gentle kisses to her belly like he did every night. 

"I love you," he whispered as Molly ran her fingers through his hair. The nightly conversations with his son were something he was definitely going to keep doing after the baby was born. "I can't wait to meet you. We just finished getting your nursery ready. I hope you like baseball, because your Uncle Bradley and I went a little nuts in there."

"That's an understatement," Molly whispered. "They went flipping bananas."

Bob cupped her pretty belly with both of his hands and smiled. "Mommy's right. We did go overboard."

He watched Molly yawn before she said, "It's okay. Everett and Piper will teach him all about baseball." And then she kept yawning, so Bob got her settled into bed with a pillow tucked against her belly. He set his glasses on the nightstand and turned off the lamp. And then he climbed in behind her as the big spoon and kissed the engagement ring she was wearing. 

"You wanna talk about baby names?" he asked, rubbing his hand along her side, because he knew it would make her sleepy.

"I only like a handful of names," she replied, and Bob could hear the pout in her voice even though the room was dark. 

"Come on, Mo. Literally anything except Everett. Your sister will never forgive you."

"Yeah, but my nephew will think it's funny, and that's almost enough motivation for me to do it."

Bob groaned. "What's your second favorite name?"

It took Molly a few moments, but eventually she said, "I want to name him after you."

"Robert Junior?" he said, already shaking his head. "RJ?" He didn't like it at all.

"No. Your middle name. We can call him Charlie," she mumbled, obviously dozing off.

Now Bob smiled as he kissed his sleeping fiancee on the shoulder. "Charlie Floyd."

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Since it wasn't a leap year, Molly knew Bob wasn't really getting a birthday. "Still only eight years old," she told him on February twenty eighth. She was straddling his lap on the couch, but her belly was fucking enormous now and always in the way. He didn't seem to mind though as he gently held her and cradled her and the baby. She kissed down his cheek until she got to his lips. "You look terrible for your age."

Bob burst out laughing. "Thanks, Honey. Hoping the kid gets your genetics."

"Call him by his name," she whispered. 

"Charlie," Bob said with a smile. There was no room left for Charlie to move around too much, but he always seemed to know when Bob was nearby. He was currently squirming so much, Molly was getting heartburn. 

"He just wants his daddy all the time," she said, running her hands slowly over Bob's chest. "I want his daddy all the time, too."

"Yeah?" Bob asked cautiously. It was really difficult to fuck now. Molly was always uncomfortable. But she knew Bob was never going to rush her. So they spent about five minutes getting her propped up on the couch with throw pillows.

"This is a lot of work for you to get some birthday sex, Bobby," she crooned as his erection bumped her repeatedly in the leg while he made sure she was comfortable. 

"It's worth it," he replied as he sank into her warm pussy.

"Oh, yeah... definitely worth it," she agreed, rocking back gently to meet his slow thrusts. It was unhurried and perfect, and Bob's big hands wrapped around to her belly made her feel safe. 

But later that evening, she knew she had to do something she really didn't want to do. "Bob, it's time," she said solemnly as she stood with her jewelry box in both hands. 

"I understand," he whispered, taking it from her and sitting down on their bed. He sighed sadly and watched her pull her shirt over her head followed by her sports bra. And then the pretty Mrs. Floyd piercings had to come out. She almost laughed at the sad look on his face as she put them in her jewelry box and closed the lid.

"They'll be back. I promise."

"I know," he whispered, kissing along both of her breasts and nuzzling her with his nose. She felt like she looked all swollen and misshapen, but he didn't seem to mind as he kissed her everywhere.

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"You can't be serious right now," Molly groaned the following night as she nibbled on some pizza. Everyone was out for Bob's fake birthday at the usual restaurant. "You're going to Disney World? Without me?!" she asked Everett.

Bob tried not to laugh as his soon to be nephew looked genuinely upset. "Mom, can we bring Aunt Molly with us?" he whispered.

But Molly just laughed and kissed him. "No, this vacation is for you and your parents. Besides, the baby will be too young this summer. I'll come next time."

"How much longer until the baby comes?" Everett asked her looking at her belly hopefully. "This is taking forever."

"Hopefully just a few more days," Bob supplied, offering Molly more pizza. But she hadn't even finished one slice yet, just sipping some apple juice instead. 

"No," she told him. "I don't feel great today."

Then Bob noticed the ridiculous grin on Everett's face where he sat perched on Bradley's lap. "I got a new dad. I'm getting my very own cousin, and even an Uncle Bob!"

"You're living your best life, my man," Molly told him. "It's like you planned this all out."

But she really didn't look comfortable at all, and Bob knew she was struggling with fatigue now. So he kissed her cheek, insisted on paying for dinner, and started to herd everyone outside. As soon as he opened the passenger side door of his truck and tried to help her in, she started shaking her head. 

"I'm going to throw up," she insisted and started heading for some of the shrubs along the side of the parking lot. "Oh. Oh no."

But she didn't throw up. Her water broke. Bob froze as Molly turned to look at him as she started crying. "I just peed," she whispered.

Then his adrenaline kicked in fully, and he closed the distance to her. "Honey, I think your water broke," he said gently, and she gasped, panic all over her face.

"No," she said, shaking her head more. "I'm not ready."

"I don't think we have much choice," he told her carefully as he guided her back to the truck. Her sister had already left with Bradley and Everett, so he would have to call them once they got to the hospital. But he needed to focus on this first, because Molly was starting to lose it.

"I can't do this. I can't!" she nearly screamed, fighting him as he tried to get her into the truck. Her pink leggings were all wet, and she was scrambling in every direction seemingly at the same time. "I don't want to," she informed him, eyes wide and unsure. 

"I'll be with you the whole time," he whispered, kissing her cheek. He was over prepared. He knew that. But he'd been sending Molly around everywhere with her hospital bag which he had packed for her, and it was currently tucked behind the driver's seat. She was as ready as she was going to be whether she wanted to admit it or not. 

Once he was finally pulling out of the parking lot with Molly successfully buckled in, Bob felt the panic as well, but he tried to keep his cool. Then suddenly Molly clutched at her belly and loudly groaned, "Shit."

"What?!"

"Is that a contraction?" she asked, gripping at the door handle. "Shit! Fucking hurts!"

When they finally got to the hospital, things had gotten worse. He took her in through the emergency room since that was where she worked. Everyone ran out to watch Bob wheel her inside in a wheelchair. She was gripping the arms and looking back up at him like he was absolutely ruining her day by bringing her here. 

"Molly's here!" one of her coworkers yelled.

Molly responded by crying and shouting, "Fuck!" But nobody seemed to think this was unexpected. They just helped Bob along to the elevator and opened all of the necessary doors to get her to the labor and delivery area.

"Thanks," he told them as another nurse let him know he could take Molly into room two. There were new mothers and nurses pushing bassinets around. It was serene. Peaceful. Really one of the loveliest things Bob had ever seen. And he was currently interrupting it by pushing Molly through as she moaned the f-word so loud and so long that nearly everyone was turning to look. 

"It's okay, Honey," he promised as he got her into room number two. 

"No, Bob!" she shouted. "It is fucking not okay! I feel like I pissed myself. I look like I pissed myself. And Charlie fucking hates me, because it hurts so much!"

She was doubled over, holding her belly. The pain on her face as she had a contraction made Bob reach for her instantly. A tear slid down her cheek, and she whimpered. And then the obscenities flowed. 

Bob tried to apologize to all of the nurses as Molly called them 'fucking assfucks', but they didn't seem to mind at all. He did however close the door as her contractions got closer together.

Hours later, after he had called his mom and Molly's sister and told them what was going on, Bob was exhausted. But he knew Molly was much worse off in that department. She was soaked with sweat and was currently glaring at him. 

"I hope you're happy, Bob," she growled, eyes flashing. "Your monster cock did this to me. Lulled me into a false sense of sexual bliss. And then your filthy mega sperm took over, and finished the job."

She looked like she wanted to hurt him, and he had to try very hard not to laugh as he held her hand. "I'm sorry, Mo. I'll never do it again," he promised.

Then she started crying. "You'll never fuck me again?"

"That's not what I meant!" he said quickly, but she was already in tears. And she said the word 'cuntbag' so many times in a row while she pushed that he lost count. 

"I see the baby," the doctor finally announced after what seemed like days. 

"Get it out! Get it fucking out!" Molly screamed, and Bob felt like screaming too. She had such a tight grip on his fingers, he was sure she cracked some bones. 

But when she looked at him, clearly scared, he kissed her sweaty forehead and told her he had never been more impressed by anyone in his entire life. And it was the truth. She looked like she was on the verge of passing out when the doctor announced that it was in fact a boy and gave the time of birth. After Charlie was measured and weighed, one of the nurses placed him in Molly's arms. 

"I don't know what to do," she whispered, carefully holding him against her chest with one arm and stroking his cheek with her fingers. "I don't know what to do." But her gaze was transfixed on their son, and her lips were softly parted in wonder. Bob could already tell that Charlie was the perfect baby. Little puckered lips and eyes that were fighting to stay open against the bright overhead lights. 

"Oh my god," Bob whispered, leaning down to kiss his son. "Molly. He's actually perfect."

Her fingers stroked along his soft skin while Bob held onto one tiny fist. "He actually is."

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The only problem with the next few months was that they flew by. All of Bob's aviator friends had covered the pickup truck in yellow and black BABY ON BOARD signs the day they took Charlie home from the hospital. Molly thought it was hilarious, but Bob grumbled as he removed all of them. 

To Molly's extreme annoyance, Charlie seemed to prefer Bradley over all of their other visitors. Everett was overjoyed every time he got to sit with the baby, and her sister was already helping Molly with literally everything under the sun. But it was Bradley who was able to calm Charlie down and get him to fall asleep on his chest. 

"I'm the baby whisperer," he informed everyone every time he had the opportunity. 

"You're Uncle Turd," Molly told him, but Bradley just smiled at her. She couldn't be too mean, because she needed his help. He was the one who was supposed to be distracting Bob for an entire day while Molly got her wedding gift for him finished. 

She wasn't sure what the two men were going to do after the batting cages, but Molly didn't really care. She had approximately seven hours from the time she dropped Charlie off with her sister to the time she had to be back home. The wedding was in a week, the bodice of her dress was sheer lace, and she wanted the tattoo to be perfect. 

After she told her tattoo artist the exact placement she wanted and the colors to use, she sat back in the chair in her bra with her arm over her head. Molly looked down at the stretch marks on her still puffy belly. Instead of talking to Charlie there every night, Bob sat in the nursery for fifteen minutes and chatted while he rocked him to sleep. And then he did any number of sweet or dirty things to her before they fell asleep together for a few precious hours until the baby woke them up. 

But Bob never once made her feel like her weird looking belly was an issue for him. And when she brought it up one night with tears threatening behind her eyes, he told her she was more beautiful than anything he could have ever dreamed up. And Bob never lied. 

"All finished," the artist said, wiping along her skin with a towel one last time and handing her a mirror. 

A big, bold violet. A beautiful, blooming daffodil. And even a small pink rosebud. Bob, Charlie and Bradley. "Looks great."

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As soon as Molly showed Bob her tattoo, he wrapped her up in his arms. "Gorgeous, Honey," he said, kissing her before examining it a little closer. He ran his fingers along the colorful carnations that were there for her mom and dad, and when he got to the daffodil that she got for Charlier, his fingers froze. There was a small gap between his flower and their son's flower, and when he looked up at Molly she was smiling. "Is it finished now?" he asked cautiously. 

She just shrugged. "I'm not sure yet."

Bob would never pressure her to have another child with him. He hadn't really expected to get this lucky in life, let alone feel bold enough to hope for anything more. But that little gap gave him butterflies. Charlie was the sweetest baby in the world, and Bob was obsessed with being a dad. It was his favorite thing. And he wouldn't hesitate to list the condo and find a bigger place if Molly wanted to do this all over again. "You just let me know."

"I will, Coach Cute Daddy."

Bob held her close, knowing they needed to get ready for bed soon. Charlie was still notorious for waking them up at three in the morning to eat, even though he was four months old. Molly kept saying he would probably grow out of it soon, but Bob figured his son loved them so much, he wanted them in the nursery with him. 

"Are you ready for Saturday?" he asked, taking his glasses off as Molly climbed into bed.

"Are you asking if I'm ready for the dream wedding that I've spent months planning out? Then yes, I'm ready. All you have to do is show up with the baby, agree to marry me, kiss me, and fuck me. Not all in the wildflower meadow."

Bob kissed along her shoulder as she fell asleep. Molly made him laugh more than he ever had before. And Charlie made him smile more than he ever had before. And by Saturday evening, he'd be married. 

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"I can't believe my wild child of a baby sister is getting married today."

Molly sighed contentedly and said, "To Bob Floyd. The sweet, shy man of my dreams."

Her sister laughed and added, "I don't think Bob was planning on anything like you happening to him."

Molly scoffed as she picked up her bouquet made entirely of gas station flowers. "Anything like me? You mean getting his world rocked and having a kid after being together less than a year? He's lucky."

"He is," she agreed, kissing Molly's cheek. "Now please explain to me why you are getting married with these cheap flowers when there's literally an entire meadow of multicolored poppies and zinnias growing outside?"

Molly pressed her nose to them. "Because Bob picked them up for me last night, and they're my favorite. The other flowers can learn some respect."

"If you say so," she replied, taking Molly by the hand. "As soon as I can give you away, you are one hundred percent Bob's problem." But she was holding tight to Molly's hand, and it sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

Molly walked outside with her sister and started down the grassy path toward the spot where Bob was holding Charlie in the distance. "I will never stop being your problem. And Bradley's problem by proximity."

"Good," her sister whispered, and Molly smiled at her as she cried a little bit. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

And then they walked toward the setting sun past the most beautiful shades of orange, green and yellow Molly could imagine. And it probably wasn't like other weddings, but the best ones weren't. 

They stopped so Molly could give hugs and kisses to Bob's parents and the rest of his family. And they stopped so she could get a kiss on the forehead from Bradley. "Love you, turd," she whispered. 

"Hey," he said in his raspy voice as she kissed Everett. "You owe me forever for agreeing to coach tee ball with Bob."

"And you owe me forever for letting you marry my sister," she replied easily.

He just nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. We're square."

Molly was laughing as she handed her gas station flowers off to Nat with a hug, and then she was standing in front of Bob and Charlie. 

"Hey, Honey," Bob whispered as she took Charlie from his hands so she could hold him for a bit while he napped. She kissed his soft chubby cheek, and his eyes fluttered open before closing again. 

Then she met Bob's greenish blue eyes, and he was looking at her like that very first day at tee ball, over a year ago. Like he couldn't believe she was giving him the time of day. She took a step closer to him, and said, "Hey, Coach Cute Glasses. Did you remember your allergy pills?"

"A double dose," he promised. "You ready to marry me?"

"Yes."

Molly held Charlie, and Bob wrapped his strong arm around her waist as they turned toward the sunset. The wedding was short, led by John who married her sister and Bradley last September. And as Molly closed her eyes and kissed Bob at the end of the ceremony, the warmth of the summer evening and the scent of wildflowers washed over her. 

The soft nudge of Bob's glasses against her cheek and the way he helped cradle Charlie had Molly leaning in for another kiss. Maybe it would be just the three of them, maybe not. But Molly wanted to take her family on every adventure with her.

"I love you, Cowboy Bob."

Bob smiled and kissed her softly before pressing his lip to Charlie's forehead. "I love you both."

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[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Something with Riven from fate, like its first day of school and everyone get to know each and there is this pretty y/n thath turns out to be Ric's girlfriend which no one from winx expected.

Just a little thought 😅. But feel free to do anything you want.

I really do like this, and since I will be hyperfixating on fate again anyway, already am almost, let's go

also I changed your prompt up a little, because I liked this idea better, but hopefully you can still enjoy it as I did!

"So, you're from where, exactly?" Aisha tilted her head to the side and smiled, but you were still nervous enough that you grabbed onto your books until your knuckles turned white.

"Your hair looks really pretty, how do you get it to look that healthy?", Terra interrupted before you could answer, also grinning, but only making your anxiety even worse. You smiled again nervously, readying yourself for the answer to her question, before Stella butted in.

"Why are you transferring in the middle of the year, anyway?"

You bit your bottom lip, your books daring to slip out of your hands, forcing you to hold them even tighter now. You had arrived here maybe an hour ago, gone into the headmistress' office, taken all your new books with you and made your way to your dorm, and been stopped by the girls you'd be sharing it with in the middle of the hall before you could even take two steps further.

"Guys", Musa sighed, and your eyes snapped to where she was leaning on the railing next to you. "Give her space to breathe. She can't answer any of you if you talk over each other."

You smiled gratefully at her and she smiled back, which lifted the weight on your shoulders a bit, and the ache in your chest and the one in your stomach just the slightest as well.

The others mumbled their sorrys, still all eyes fixed on you.

But then you heard your name being called from the other side of the hall. And for the first time since you had got here, you turned without pondering what everyone else would think of you. A huge grin spread on your face.

"Riven", you breathed.

He was coming towards you, quick and smooth, and his arms were around you almost a second later, and you saw his smirk for just the blink of an eye before his lips were on yours.

He kissed passionately, he always did. But he also kissed slowly. Deliberately. He kissed like he wanted to savour every moment, every touch, every single time.

When he pulled back, he was chuckling. He pressed a kiss to your jaw and one to your neck before you managed to open your eyes again. And even then you were blinking hazily up at him, waiting for another kiss and another and another. Usually, he never stopped. But you supposed this wasn't usually.

Oh.

Oh, no this was not usually. This was "standing in a hallway in the middle of a new school and snogging your boyfriend". Oh, wow.

The blush that spread on your cheeks was one comparable to barely any you'd had before. You turned back around quickly, biting your lip, then realising that was probably the wrong thing to do, so you let out - something, yeah, some kind of sound. Not a word, definitely not a word. But something indeed.

Bloom was the first of them to recover. She raised her eyebrows and looked at you, then at Riven, then back at you.

"So when we did that introduction thing, you simply forgot to mention you were dating- him?"

Her tone was teasing, but still laced with confusion and shock, so much that she could not hide it. You chuckled, that nervous tingle raising in your stomach again.

"I didn't know it was that important", you muttered, almost choking on your own words as Riven slid his arms around your waist from behind and rested his head on your shoulder. You knew just from his gesture that his grin was unmatchable in this moment. It normally made your chest swell with pride, but right now, your anxiety had the upper hand.

"I just- I can't believe you are dating him", Bloom went on. "I mean, we don't know you well yet, but you just seem..."

She trailed off, obviously not wanting to hurt your ego. You bit your cheek.

"Different?", you offered. She nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, people are always surprised", you admitted.

Riven started planting kisses on your neck, working his way up to your jaw again. You kicked him in the shin, but he only chuckled into your ear.

Bloom looked disgusted, but her expression was nothing against Musa's. Who looked like she would vomit in a second.

"Riven, that's fucking repulsive", she complained, straightening her back and already taking a step back. Heat rushed back to your cheeks. Well, you were doing a fantastic job at a first impression.

"Not my fault you're reading my fucking mind", Riven countered. You scoffed at him.

"Yeah, we're still gonna leave you guys to it", Aisha interrupted. Even she was looking somewhat put off. "Uh, introductions have been made, and you've got some days to settle in so- just. Please keep to his room. We have a strict no boyfriend rule since some... things happened."

You noticed the look she gave Musa and had to hide a smile despite your embarrassment. The friendship these girls had - you thanked whatever gods there were for being put right in the middle of it. You already had taken a liking to the lot of them.

They said quick goodbyes and left, chatting and waving at you until they rounded the next corner.

"Riven, you bastard", you laughed when they had disappeared, turning around to him, pushing your books into his arms as he grinned at you.

"I love you so much and I missed you more than you could ever imagine, but couldn't you have waited five more minutes instead of interrupting me? I have to live with these people for quite a while!"

He only chuckled and pulled you back in with one hand, holding your books in the other, kissing you as you raked your hands through his hair and cupped his cheeks and crossed your arms behind his neck and lost any sense of time or place you'd had before. Yeah, you were indeed dating him.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

YN Miya:

Aka the Best Miya Triplet

Inarizaki x Fem! Reader (Miya YN)

Warnings: none

A/N: This is an Anon request! Just a little something so nobody goes hungry 😉

❤️Please Like, Share, Comment to support my writing ❤️

YN you are the best Miya

I don't make the rules 🤚🏻

I do write them but ignore that

If you don't believe me, ask Suna and the entire Inarizaki squad

Please ever since they learned about you, you've been dubbed the best

You are a second year just like your big brothers

You are the baby YN, sorry to say

But somehow those few minutes between Osamu's birth and yours made a world of difference 🥰

You are a complete angel YN 😇

Seriously everyone adores you and crushes on you 👀

The team often comes to rely on you to deal with Atsumu and Osamu issues

Like fighting 🤚🏻

Kita had you on speed dial

The team added you to a group chat specifically for this reason

See group chat for daily occurances👇🏻

The boys however adore you so much!

That includes your feral siblings 🥰

Seriously you do so much for Inarizaki, they are blessed to have you YN

You've become their sort of "unofficial" Manager

You come to practice, fill water bottles, help with set up, etc

You also know alot about volleyball so you help during practice

Our queen is not afraid to get down and dirty 😍

You are right there helping Suna and Omimi block Aran, Ginjima and Osamu

You help Michinari with receives during serving drills

You encourage bby Riseki to do his very best 🥺

You are seriously such an asset to the team 🥰

So when they ask you to accompany them to Nationals, it's not all a surprise that you accept!

And there ends our story, everyone lived happily every after 🙌🏻

The End

Hi 👋🏻 I'm back-

Sorry to interrupt but umm I may have... lied 😬

Come on you didn't really think I'd end it like that did you 🤨

Do you even know me???

Anyways back to the story!

Because we've got a very special guest 😏

We all know Inarizaki didn't have the play on day one because they were runners up

Love that for them 👏🏻

So on day two, you were setting up for the game against Karasuno

You realized you forgot your bag of towels by the water fountain

"Hey Kita I'll be right back"- you shout as you run out

Unfortunately for you, Kita didn't hear you 😃

Because of reasons *cough* ATSUMU *cough*

You look around the hall and locate your lost bag, quickly running to grab it

When you turn around, you are met with none other than the chest of a giant man dressed in yellow and green 🙃

"Oh excuse me! I'm so sorry I should have been watching where I was going"- you being an absolute sweetheart

The tall man glares at you behind his mask ➖️⬜️➖️

"You look familiar"- he says studying you

"Yeah umm you probably know my brother's. I'm YN Miya"- you say

His eyes widen 👁⬜️👁

"Wait- you're related to Miya Atsumu?"- he says

"Yeah I'm his sister. Well actually we are triplets, we have a brother Osamu too"- you say 😊

Please don't hold it against her 😬

"Umm I'm Sakusa Kiyoomi"- he greets back

"Oh Atsumu told me about you! You were at the youth intensive with him. You are the best ace in Japan"- you say smiling

Please Sakusa is totally blushing rn 😫

A pretty girl is complimenting him 🤯

Meanwhile, there's about to be a giant panic that's about to occur

Because remember when you thought you told Kita about leaving?

Yeah that's coming back to bite you

"Hey were are the towels?"- Osamu asks

"Wait- where is YN?"- Aran says panicking 😨

"YN's missing?"- Ginjima repeats

"She finally had enough of Osamu and Atsumu"- Suna says joking

"This is not time Suna! There are so many guys here"- Michinari yells

"Ok let's not panic"- Omimi

Too late 😃

Everyone is looking around the gym for you and seeing no trace

"I can't believe she is stealing my spotlight right now"- Atsumu groans

The team 👉🏻 👀👀

Kita 👇🏻

Please Kita is about to snap 😅

Back with you and our favorite yellow boi, you figure it's time you start to head back

"Well it's was very nice meeting you Kiyoomi, I better get back to my team"- you say smiling

"I'll walk you back"- Sakusa says as he grabs the towel bag from you

Please your blushing so hard rn YN ☺️

When you hit the gym, you walk in to see sheer panic

Everyone is looking everywhere for you

Well everywhere in the gym at least 😅

Osamu's Triplet sense kicked in when you entered the gym and he whipped his head to see you

"There she is!"- Osamu shouts as everyone looks

Including Atsumu

Who now sees that Sakusa is standing right next to you 😃

This is fine. Everything is fine.

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY SISTER"- Atsumu shouts barreling towards you and Sakusa

Sakusa steps in front of you

Protective guys istg 🥵

"Sumu what the hell?"- you say from behind Sakusa

"Omi get away from my baby sister! She's a child!"- Sumu shouts

You 👉🏻😐🙄 we are the same age you idiot

"For your information Sumu, Kiyoomi was helping me carry the towels back!"- you spit

The guys all watch you and Sakusa from narrowed eyes 😑

"Well you made it back, time to go now YN"- Sumu says grabbing your hand and pulling you away

"Sumu!"- you cry

"I'll take those"- Osamu says smirking at Sakusa

"Kiyoomi I'm so sorry about this. I'll text you later"- you shout

The team 👉🏻😃 excuse me-

"See you later YN"- Sakusa says narrowing his eyes as he turns and walks away

Meanwhile you are practically being dragged by Sumu to the benches

"Could you not ruin my chances with a cute guy please?"- You whine

"Cute guy? YN he's my enemy!"- Sumu

"Who isn't your enemy?"- Osamu 🙄

"Well he might be your enemy but he's still cute!"- you say

"Ok ok YN's back now it's time to get into game mode"- Kita interrupts

"Well YN ruined it now"- Sumu complains

You 👉🏻😐🙄

The team 👉🏻🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️

"I guess I'll just get to watch Tobio kick your but then. I always knew he was the better setter"- you 🤷‍♀️

Thems fighting words YN

"HOW DARE YOU!"- Sumu 😱

Please YN you've done enough 😅

But I guess that's what we can expect from the sister of Atsumu and Osamu 😏