#ice cream printer

[biscylbenzene]

meet me at hp lasercraft's eldritch ink treat emporium for all your gelatinous printer cravings at 5:35 am on november 31st. no not for a date what the fuck this is a business meeting

[somelazyassartist]

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[buddierecs]

post season 7 buddie fics

in honour of season 8 coming out in a few days, here is a list of fics that have been released over the hiatus set post season 7. all of these are general audience, teen and up or not rated (no smut) make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

ice cream before dinner (my beloved) by: cloudydaisies "gerrard messes with the team's schedules and eddie 'i just drove my son to flee the state' diaz is the only option to watch mara and jee-yun after school on tuesdays, which, shouldn't be a problem at all, right?" word count: 58k important tags: girl!uncle eddie, fluff, friends to lovers, love confessions, feelings realisation, minor buck/tommy, family feels take me home (to my heart) by: literalmetaphor "eddie and maddie end up in an impossible situation." word count: 20k important tags: car accidents, injury, hurt!eddie diaz, hurt!maddie han, maddie & eddie friendship, worried!evan buckley, getting together it's always on the tip of my tongue by: allyasavedtheday "eddie diaz vs the great romance paradigm." word count: 17k important tags: character study, therapy, emotional hurt/comfort, falling in love, demisexual!eddie diaz all my little words by: youbetsya "eddie: did you just send me an email?? buck: yeah lol eddie: why… i dont think you’ve ever emailed me actual words before. just stuff to print when your printer is broken buck: did you read it? eddie: Not yet. too busy trying to figure out why the fuck you’re emailing me buck: just read it dude 🙄" word count: 11k important tags: texting, idiots in love, getting together, eddie diaz mustache three strikes and you're out by: eightpackdiaz "buck's soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend chooses to ignore him every time the kiss cam points in their direction. eddie does the opposite" word count: 3.1k important tags: minor buck/tommy, cheating, kiss him, jealous!eddie diaz, tommy kinard bashing, first kiss a honey shade of blue by: hattalove "one toddler, two conversations, and so many missed opportunities for buck to act like a guy not in love with his best friend." word count: 8k important tags: getting together, pining!evan buckley, first kiss catatonia by: dqstcrdly "buck and eddie get into a car accident, buck thinks eddie is dead, and goes catatonic about it." word count: 13k important tags: car accidents, near death experiences, love confessions, angst, hurt/comfort, getting together, tommy kinard bashing knowing me, knowing you by: kiwibuckley "five times eddie was the better (boy)friend, and the one time he was the boyfriend" word count: 10k important tags: 5+1 things, friends to lovers, getting together, minor buck/tommy, tommy kinard bashing, eddie diaz loves evan buckley, petty!eddie diaz, pining sweet talk by: daisies_and_briars "eddie asks to crash at the loft while christopher is gone, struggling to be on his own. only problem? there's only one bed, and no couch." word count: 6.5k important tags: there was only one bed, minor buck/tommy, healing, couch theory this postcard tells you where we've been by: daisies_and_briars "eddie finds a collection of postcards buck sent to chris over his summer in el paso." word count: 3.5k important tags: getting together, first kiss, fluff, christopher diaz has two dads glass on the pavement under my shoe by: doitgently "buck takes a great big tumble. like always, eddie is right behind him." word count: 9.4k important tags: near death experience, major character injury, love confessions, angst with happy ending you'd have to stop the world (just to stop the feeling) by: wenttoafortuneteller "the eddie diaz gay realization arc we all deserve. in which bobby puts some pieces together, chimney sees something he shouldn’t, hen gets to have a conversation she’s been waiting to have for years, and buck can’t understand why his best friend is avoiding him." word count: 23k important tags: character study, catholic guilt, pre-relationship, self-discovery, self-acceptance, feelings realisation hope it hurts, burns & you finally grieve me by: dylaesthetics "eddie spontaneously visits a church and things fall into place." word count: 4.8k important tags: character study, religious guilt, angst, friends to lovers, getting together

[selyeji]

polaroid

jamal musiala x reader (requested)

summary : a photo can capture love and keep it young forever. (childhood friends to lovers)

warnings : none

daily click to help palestine

a/n : this was kind of rushed sorry…

you and jamals relationship was no secret to anyone. in fact, you two were the absolute lovebirds of germany. the story between you two was an absolute cliche.

…

it started in the cold sky of england, crouched down on the grass, waiting for jude to finish with his training.

jude bellingham was a close friend of yours, you two being neighbors and schoolmates as kids. it wasn’t a surprise when you two were best friends.

hearing footsteps caused by the long grass, you assume he was approaching. until you turn your head to see 2 pairs of shoes instead. you got up to see jude, and an unknown face. your brows furrow in confusion, you never saw him before, in practice nor in town.

jude picked up your confused face, “y/n, this is jamal, jamal this is y/n.” the boy smiled at you as he took your hand, shaking it.

“nice to meet you y/n.” jamal said, his voice sweet and warming.

you continue to walk around town, stopping by for some snacks from time to time. you learned that he was from germany, grew up there pretty much until now. he played football aswell, likes the same movies as you, you two were more similar than you thought.

this has now become a daily routine for the three of you, go to school, finish training and walk around together.

“can you guys seriously hurry up!” you yelled at the two of them, fresh out of training, muscles sore.

“ughh… coach gave us the worst exercises man.” jude groaned out.

“c’mon, i’ll miss the sale and i wont get to buy it anymore!” you said as they both caught up to you. that sale was in a photography store, although you already had a camera, you’ve been dying to get one of those polaroid ones.

you hurriedly ran into the store, luckily enough there was still some stock left aswell as its film. once you checked out and paid, you see both jude and jamal waiting outside. you smile at them, lifting up the plastic bag with the box inside. the three of you continue to walk to a local park.

“what’s so special about that anyways” jude asked, he is much more of a talker compared to jamal. too much sometimes even.

“its a polaroid camera, now i don’t have to go to a printer shop every damn time. you can also stop limping, not everyone on this area has to know you’re an athlete or something.” you spat back while trying to open up the box.

“you two are like siblings y’know. always fighting.” jamal said, giggling at the both of you.

you held the camera up, facing it towards your direction.

“alright, cheeese!” you said, quickly taking a photo, more of a selfie. you felt squished in between the two of them when they tried to get in the frame.

“what the hell we didn’t even get a warning, you got my bad angle didn’t you.” jude complained.

“blehhh not my fault.” you said, shaking the film waiting for the photo to appear. “see! you look fine.”

you showed the photo to the both of them, the three of you sweetly smiling. you on the middle, your arms up holding the camera.

finding an ice cream place to sit at, jude went to the restroom while you and jamal settled down. you took out a marker, writing down the date on the photo.

“you want to keep the photo jamal?” you hand it over to him, maintaining eye contact.

“are you sure…? i mean there’s only one copy right?” he said softly, his hand hesitantly grabbing it.

“of course, you live farther away from the two of us. take it.” you insisted on him even more.

“thank you y/n” jamal said, gazing into the picture once more before taking out his wallet. inserting it in.

you blushed slightly, jamal was always sweet and kind to you. he’s always considerate of others even putting them before him.

once jamal went home, you and jude were left alone walking together since your houses were right next to each other. you felt his elbow bump into yours, not in accident but more intentionally. you look at his smug face. returning a confused face at him.

“you like him, don’t you?” jude whispered, that only you can hear.

“what? who?” you played confused. obviously not gonna work with jude, especially with your cheeks red.

“you think i’m blind? the way you guys look and talk to at each other? and giving him the photo, wooow you’re hiding it soo well.” jude said, the last sentence sarcastically.

“you saw that? i thought you were taking a shit…” you said, “whatever, he doesn’t like me like that. goodnight jude.” stretching your arms out as you walked into your front door.

“he does! and goodnight to you too.” jude said, before going into his.

that night, you couldn’t stop thinking about what he said. you never really considered having feelings for someone, passing it off as admiration only.

you kept turning in bed, your head filled with thoughts. now you were blushing, if jamal really would like you back, what would it be like? he was already sweet as a friend, but as a partner? you would melt.

trying to get these thoughts away, you were still young. he’s just being nice, jamal is naturally like that to everyone.

…

even after years, those thoughts still flood your mind. the three of you grew up already, both their careers in football slowly rising. jude played for birmingham while jamal played for chelsea development squad, that still doesn’t effect your relationship.

jamal invited you and jude out to a small cafe. wearing a casual outfit, you and jude arrived at the same time. jamal waved to the both of you to sit, already waiting.

you notice he already order your usual orders, smiling to yourself. you sat down, thanking him.

“right, i have to tell you guys something.” jamal said, he seemed nervous, his finger fiddling with each other.

“what has gotten you worked up mate?” jude mumbled, mouth filled with the sandwich he was devouring.

“i’m going back to germany… to play for bayern munich…” he said quietly, avoiding eye contact with you two.

both you and jude stayed still for a minute, silence in your table.

“for bayern munich… like the bayern munich..?” jude asked quietly.

“holy shit he’s gonna go pro jude!” you hit judes shoulder.

“it’s just the junior team…” jamal said humbly.

“that’s still pretty big, i’m happy for you!” you replied with a smile.

“i thought you guys would be pretty mad.” he said to himself.

“we’d never be mad at you for doing something good for yourself.” jude reassured him.

“thank you man.”

after the meetup, you sluggishly laid in bed. barely motivated to do anything. you were truly happy for him indeed, you just wished the two of you had more time. you cursed yourself for wasting these years together and still not telling him.

you found yourself curled up in bed, the empty spot beside you filled by a pillow. you could only wish it was a persons warmth, his. but telling him now, right before he leaves would be selfish of you.

…

it’s been 2 years now since then, jude also left for germany a year later. it was only you left in the land of england. jude of course comes back home from time to time, usually only for the national team.

but now you weren’t left alone, you were now in the streets of germany. bayern munich has given you a job as a photographer for their social media. you didn’t even hesitate nor think twice before saying yes. this was your dream, photos were art to you.

you couldn’t help but think of jamal aswell. you saw him online, happily playing for the club. it bummed you out that jude started playing for dortmund, their rival. but it would be nice to see two childhood friends in a rivalry, they couldn’t hate each other no matter what.

you walked around with the other staff, introducing yourself and wanting to show a good impression. until it was time to head out to the field, you got your camera set up and ready.

players continued with training, your eyes gazing towards jamal. he was all grown up now, well he looked like the pictures online but he did look more attractive. you got back to work though, taking pictures from time to time, getting the perfect frame. sending it to social media staff.

it was only after training, when players started to go back to the changing rooms when he noticed you. jamals heart skipped, you sat there smiling with other staff.

jamal quickly showered and changed, not wanting to miss an opportunity to get back to you. he went out, this time you were alone with your camera. you seemed to be re-checking the photos.

the sun glowed your skin as the cold breeze played with your hair. he approached you slowly, not wanting to startle you.

“y/n? you didn’t tell me you started working here.” jamal said, he sat next to you but kept his distance.

“yeah, just today, i didn’t know how to tell you. sorry about that.” you softly chuckle.

jamals eyes darted to your camera, the screen lighting up a picture of him while working out. his brows furrowed, perhaps you were thinking of him aswell. you follow his eyes and immediately smile.

“well, who wouldn’t take a picture of a bambi?” you tease him. proud of his skills and how much he improved since he was young. remembering times when u showed up to his games and training. cheering them on every time.

“i was wondering… if i could take you to dinner later?” jamal quietly said, scratching the back of his neck to not make eye contact with you.

“like a date?” you asked, resulting to his cheeks blushing and fiddling with his fingers.

“no-no! i mean… well, if you want to…?” his voice crack, his hand gesture showing his obvious shyness.

“it’s a date then, see you later?” you said, standing up. the bright orange sunset glowing your eyes.

“see you!..”

you arrived in the restaurant just on time, entering the building. your face was immediately met with fancy interior, low yellow lights, quiet jazz playing in the background. the place wasn’t as packed, just a family and a few businessmen you assume.

looking around, you saw jamal already sat and waiting. it reminded you of the times back then in england, always being an early bird within the group.

you waved at him as you slowly approached the table until he got up, pulling your chair for you to sit. whispering a thank you, he was still that sweet boy you met.

“didn’t expect this place to be so… fancy.” you looked around the room while settles onto his chair. “now i look out of place with this outfit.” you laugh it off.

“sorry about that, but hey atleast you’re not alone.” jamal giggled, pointing to his outfit which was just a pair of baggy pants, a white shirt, jacket, and a cap. which both of you just laugh at. “i already bought us some food, they had the usual you bought back at england.” he said.

“seriously? thats great, lesser waiting time. thank you for remembering.” you responded, slight tint on your cheeks.

“it’s no problem really, so… how have you been lately? we haven’t kept touch since i left.” jamal said in a nervous tone.

“it’s been fine for me, im just glad im able to catch up with you two here in germany. what about you? you and jude still talk to each other even if he’s in dortmund?” you tease.

“thats nice to hear, im glad. we talk from time to time, just crazy he moved to dortmund.”

as the conversation continued, time ticking by as customers leave one by one until it’s you two left. you were startled on how much hours passed by, your conversation wasn’t even near to ending.

“it’s getting late, i think i should go…” you said, pushing your chair back before jamal stopped you.

“i’ll drive you back, i insist. the rain is about to get stronger.” he said, pointing out the small little drops by the window, slowly falling as more land.

he accompanies you out the door, the cold air crashing onto your faces right away. nose becoming a bit more numb, before you could take another step, he grabbed your arm softly.

“uhh… here, this should keep you warm.” jamal said, his hands carefully cover your shoulders with hid jacket.

“thank you…” your voice responded in a quiet tone. nose and cheeks warm as you pulled the soft material into your arms.

the ride was in comfortable silence, jamals playlist playing through the speakers while you set your gaze in the empty streets. your eyes darted to jamal from time to time, you could feel his nervousness. he was holding back something but you didn’t question it, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable.

once you arrived, you unbuckled your seatbelt and opened the car door.

“thank you for the time jamal, it was really thoughtful of you.” you whispered. your steps quiet as you walk to your apartment building until you heard rapid footsteps behind you.

“y/n!”

“ah sorry! i forgot to give back your jacket-”

“sorry for not saying this earlier, and in the past years. ever since we were young i always loved you and i still do. i was afraid of ruining our friendship so i never expressed my feelings but… our distance from the past year really affected them. i don’t want to lose you again, so please y/n… i love you.” jamal spitted out quickly, not wanting to focus in making the conversation awkward.

you blinked in silence for a moment, maintaining eye contact while jamals eyes were avoiding yours. your cheeks burned as you smiled sweetly at him. you embrace his tall presence in a hug, your hands reach up to his shoulders from behind.

“i love you too.” you said, barely above a whisper. feeling the beat of his heart even through the layers of each clothing.

before he could even process what happened, you pull away. both of your palms sneaking up to his cheeks as you kissed him on the lips, this time jamal caught up, snaking his arms around your waist. pushing you further in, you could feel his growing smile against yours.

“this is much warmer than your jacket.” you said, wanting to light the mood once your lips separate. he giggled against your warm skin.

…

it’s been months since you two established a proper relationship and is very well known to the public. it wasn’t easy hiding when jamal is a known footballer, but the both of you didn’t mind.

once your relationship went public, fans were quick to make opinions, positive or not. but most of germany supported your relationship, being the most known couple in the country.

of course, informing jude way before announcing.

y/n - 15:28

jamal and i are now together, you can leave us alone now😛

*photo*

jude - 15:30

well about damn time 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

wait… y’all hanging out without me?🤨

y/n - 15:31

most restaurants don’t allow wild pets sorry mate

jude - 15:32

never contact me ever again. 😐

you sat with the other photographers waiting for the match. deciding to scroll on social media for a bit, you come across a post about jamal. it was a pre-game photo, still in his casual attire. but something was off, he started using a clear phone case.

the next slide zooms into the phone, revealing some sort of photo. fans were quick to question and become curious, although you knew exactly what it was.

you smile to yourself, he still kept it after years. you turned off your phone, taking a break. the game started, players going into the pitch and lining up.

half-time has passed with the score up 1-0 for bayern munich. you were able to take decent photos for the social media accounts. with the game already ending, bayern munich winning.

fans cheered as you start talking with the social media team. you hesitated going into the field with jamal, wanting to take photos aswell until your co-worker tapped your shoulder.

“go ahead and celebrate with jamal, i’ll take care of everything, dont worry.” he smiled at you, patting your back insisting you to go.

“thank you! you can check my camera for extra photos!” you yelled as you ran towards jamal.

your body clashing onto his as you hugged him tightly, almost suffocating his chest.

“you played so well baby…” you whispered as you peppered his face with kisses. jamal trying to resist smiling too widely. you pull away, making contact with his eyes, filled of joy with a mix of shyness from the public eye.

now you were laid in bed, jamal snoring into the pillows. exhausted from the day, immediately sleeping once his warm body crashed into the sheets.

light lit up from his phone, showing a notification. you grabbed it checking who it was, you trusted him of course but it didn’t hurt to look. both of you knew each others password.

you scoffed when you saw the name jude.

jude - 00:21

yo, good game man congrats!

that’s another trophy in the cabinet for u

you turned off his phone, not wanting to evade his privacy even more. turning over to the back case, you see the same photo you gave him years ago.

a picture of you, him and jude. admiring the young features, seeing how the three of you matured. but even in the photo and today, your love for each other did not change one bit.

a/n : i am not a camera nerd so i probably got some stuff wrong… ☝️🤓

this took a while to write cause my period cramps were killing me and some irl stuff so i needed to take a break… ill be in my writing grind soon

[midnightsnyx]

girl at home | mat barzal | part 9

pairing: mat barzal x fem!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of pregnancy, not edited word count: 2.1k authors note: i am back with a little less brain!! (literally) it took me a bit to start writing again cause I had some slowness on my right side so I wasn't quite up to writing. BUT i hope you guys like p9 and thank you so much for the continuous love on this story <3 the first bit is marlee's POV and after the * it's back to readers pov. hope u all like & pls lmk what you think <3

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MARLEE

Marlee Jones loved her job. It was something she took pride in; helping bring new lives into the world and being there for all the mamas. Of course there were always the hard days, the days that made her hug Stella a little tighter when she got home from a shift. Her job had its ups and downs, but at the end of the day, she wouldn’t want to do anything else. 

So, her panic is warranted when she comes across a certain patient file. She wasn’t looking for it, but when her eyes caught the name and there weren’t any other people nearby, she couldn’t help herself. It’s against HIPAA, and if anybody found out, she would be fired without question but she slipped the file in between a couple others and walked to a random supply closet. She closed and locked the door behind her before pulling the file out and opening it. Her eyes quickly scanned the pages, the words Hysterical Pregnancy making her heart race. She had to double check the name on the file twice, before believing it. 

She knew that someone would notice the missing file, so she quickly found a printer and copied the pages, tucking them in her tote bag and putting the file exactly where it was. 

Nobody would know.

*

Your first instinct is to calm Marlee down. Her panicking is making you panic and at least one of you needs to keep a straight head. You’re trying to let her words sink in without letting your mind go down a rabbit hole. You need to see all the facts before letting yourself do that.

“Marlee,” you reach out to grab her shaking hands. “What happened?”

She looks up at you and takes a deep breath. “I can’t- I can’t tell you the details but she’s not pregnant. She lied, and it’s already caused so much damage between you, and Mat and Liana… and Nora.” She pulls her hands away from yours and buries her face in them.

You decide not to remind her that Mat already fucked things up before Calista dropped the baby bomb on him because she knows that. Focus on one disaster at a time. 

Calista lied about being pregnant. Mat doesn’t know this, and even if you try to tell him, you have no idea how he’ll react. Really, it’s none of your business and you can very well go on with your life because Mat has let you know loud and clear what his feelings are. He wants Calista in his life despite you not wanting her in Nora’s life. He technically has no rights, no say in what happens but when he first found out about her and asked to be in her life, you’d so desperately wanted to let him. 

“How long can she pull off this lie until he finds out the truth?” you ask quietly and she lifts her head from her hands.

“Depends,” she mumbles.

“On what?”

“How deep she has him pulled into her fantasy.”

. . .

You let Nora spend a little more time with Stella, mainly wanting her to burn as much energy from the sugar high she’s on from the ice-cream. She’s sleepy when you buckle her in her carseat and you’re pretty sure she’s asleep but she mumbles something and you look to see her looking at you with droopy eyes.

“What was that?” you ask softly.

She looks down, avoiding eye contact with you which is worrisome. 

“Do you think Mat would want to see me?” she whispers. “Without her?”

She obviously doesn’t need to clarify who she's referring to and it breaks your heart that a six-year-old has to worry about things like this. 

“I can ask,” you tell her, unsure why she wants to see him suddenly. “You don’t have to go see Mat if you don’t want to, baby.”

By now, you’re pulling into your driveway so you can turn the jeep off and turn to give her your full attention. She still won’t look at you so you reach out and tap on her leg until she looks up. 

“I want to,” she says but doesn’t elaborate so you don’t push. 

“Okay, I’ll call him tomorrow.”

She just nods and starts to unbuckle her seatbelt so you get out and help her. She doesn’t complain when you carry her inside, helping her change into pajamas and brush her teeth. When she asks if she can watch a movie before bed, you don’t have the heart to deny her, even though it’s close to her bedtime so you set her up on the couch and put her favorite movie on. She’ll be out like a light in less than twenty minutes so while you’re waiting, you grab your phone and pull up Mat’s contact. Your finger hovers over the call option but you’re not sure you want to talk to him over the phone so you go into your text messages instead. The last messages between the two of you were when you last met up and even then they were short and to the point which makes this text easily simple.

To Mat: Nora wants to see you.

You lay your phone on the counter and get a glass of water while waiting for his response. You’re unnecessarily nervous, mainly because you are expecting him to start an argument the moment you tell him that Nora doesn’t want Calista to be there. You don’t even feel comfortable letting Mat see her because of what he said, but you can’t turn her request down. Not when she was so adamant about not wanting to see him, and out of the blue deciding that she does. 

When you check on Nora while waiting for a response, she’s asleep so you pick her up and carry her to bed. You spend a minute just watching her after you’ve tucked her in. You’re desperate to see what’s going on in that little head of hers.

Just as you walk back to the kitchen, your phone buzzes and you freeze. Maybe messaging Mat tonight was a bad idea, and you should’ve just waited until tomorrow. It’s too late now though so you walk over and look to see Mat’s name and an unread message. 

From Mat: ok

From Mat: when?

It bothers you, how nonchalant he’s acting after everything that’s happened. This is about Nora though, so you take a breath and try to decide on a date.

To Mat: Sunday?

From Mat: ok

You want to scream at him and take back the offer but remind yourself again that Nora explicitly asked to see him and it’s her decision to make. 

So, you set up a place and time and tell him that she doesn’t want to see Calista. You expect him to argue, but he responds with another simple ok, and that’s that. 

. . .

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Marlee asks, crossing her arms and glaring at Mat who’s sitting on a bench at the park you agreed to meet at. The two of you are standing outside her jeep, stalling a little before going over there. 

Nora asked if Stella could come to the park too and Marlee was pulling out of her driveway before you could finish asking. You’re a little worried that she’s going to yell at Mat, but you figure with the kids there, she will contain herself unless he says something out of line.

“Nora asked to see him,” you remind her but she just grumbles something under her breath. 

You’re ready to get this over with so you open the door and let Nora and Stella climb out of the jeep. Normally, they would race to the playground but Nora is hesitating, glancing over to where Mat is. He hasn’t noticed that you’re here yet which is good, because you are about five seconds away from just putting the kids back in and driving away. 

Nora sighs quietly before walking over to Mat. You and Marlee hang back a little but Stella grabs her hand and sticks close to her. 

When Mat sees her, his face lights up and for a second, you want to forgive him so everything can go back to how it was before. You can’t though, not when what he said is still so fresh and not when you know about Calista’s lies.

“Hey peanut,” he says softly, staying seated while Nora stands in front of him, looking down and scuffing her shoe on the gravel. He looks at you when she doesn’t say anything but you just shrug even though you’re confused. You’re about to ask Nora if she wants to just go to the playground when she breaks her silence.

“Are you not my daddy?” she asks quietly and it takes you off guard. You had this conversation with her, assuring her that Calista was lying but she must want to hear it from Mat.

“What?” he asks, looking at you before turning his attention back to her.

“Calista told me that you’re not my daddy,” she says more firmly, finally looking up at him. Her arms are crossed and she’s glaring at him. You’d be impressed if you weren’t so worried about what Mat may say.

His mouth opens and closes a couple times and he looks like a fish out of water. He looks at you again, as if he’s expecting you to step in but you just raise an eyebrow at him as if to say I told you so.

“I think she was confused-” he begins to say which is absolutely the wrong thing to say because it sets Nora off. 

She stomps her foot and her glare hardens. “No! She said that mommy lied and that you’re not really my daddy. She told me that I don’t have a daddy.”

Before he can say anything, she’s storming off toward the playground, Stella chasing after her. 

“Do I need to say I told you so?” you ask sharply, now that the kids are out of hearing range.

“You just did,” he mumbles and Marlee, who has been quiet up until now, steps towards Mat.

“You’re a piece of work,” she snaps and Mat looks at her confused. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Do I need to repeat myself?” she says, and you’re more than happy to let her say what’s on her mind. 

“You’re letting your girlfriend tell your daughter that you’re not her father, and instead of comforting Nora, you’re trying to defend your girlfriend!” 

For a moment, you’re scared Marlee is going to get angry enough that she’ll tell him the truth about Calista, but she takes a deep breath and turns away to go to where the girls are playing. You watch her walk over until she reaches them before turning back to Mat. 

He’s staring at the ground and you don’t know why you’re still standing here but you guess you’re just waiting for Mat to say something.

“I fucked up,” he eventually mumbles and you scoff. 

“When did you come to that brilliant conclusion?” 

There’s the tiniest part of you that wants to bring up Calista, just to see if he’ll tell you anything but you’re not sure you’re in the mood to hear about her. Not when you know the truth. 

“Liana is mad at me,” he tells you, which is news, because you thought she was just angry at you. 

“I can’t imagine why.”

You look back at Nora, smiling when you see her laughing. She looks more like herself, rather than the gloomy kid she’s been the past couple days since she asked to see Mat. Like she got what was bothering her off her tiny shoulders. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Mat doing the same but his smile isn’t as real. If you weren’t still angry at him, you’d feel bad but you can’t let go of what he said and the fact that he tried again to defend Calista. 

“She’s a good kid,” he says softly and you hum in agreement. 

“Did you know?” he asks, “that she was going to say that?”

“No,” you tell him. It’s not a lie - she didn’t tell you why she wanted to see Mat, and you didn’t want to push. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, but you shake your head and look directly at him.

“Sorry isn’t going to fix it this time. Marlee was right, instead of apologizing to Nora, who deserves to hear that more than me, you won’t stop making excuses for Calista,” you tell him. “I don’t know what you’re expecting from Nora and I, but sorry isn’t the answer.” 

He frowns, but nods, seemingly accepting your response. You leave it at that and walk over to where Nora, Stella, and Marlee are, grinning when your daughter reaches for you. She hugs you when you pick her up and when you look back at the bench Mat was sitting at, he’s already gone.

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[ahhnini]

hot summer nights with rafe cameron 🌙

a bit self indulgent

warnings - suggestive, reader is gn but wears feminine clothing

☾ taking the druthers from ward in the middle of the night to go out

☾ and him being PISSED once he found out

☾ watching fireworks cuddled up on the fourth of july

☾ sleepovers where you two would duo on dress to impress lmao

☾ + wheezie wanting to join and judging both of your outfits

☾ you’d suggest making a smash cake as a joke. he agrees. you’re confused. he comes back from the printer and it’s just multiple photos of his face.

☾ stargazing. you teaching him about constellations 🥹

☾ late night walks in comfortable silence

☾ baking cookies together (premade ones cus you don’t trust him to accurately measure the ingredients)

☾ sitting on the rooftop of tannyhill together

☾ late night drives for ice cream (rafe has a sweet tooth, i don’t make the rules)

☾ THE PARTIES YALL WOULD THROW

☾ best on the island

☾ ppl asking you when’s the next party the day after

☾ rafe’s ego is stroked

☾ late night swims.

☾ quickly turns into skinny dipping

☾ midsummers!!

☾ rafe surprising you with a dress so beautiful you tear up

☾ and him tearing the dress off of you hours later

☾ he’d be one of those guys who’d be into sundresses, imo

☾ you wear one to a date, it won’t be on for long

☾ the dates omg

☾ his love language is quality time. he loves loves loves spending time with you, he doesn’t care if he comes off as clingy.

☾ will have extravagant dates for the both of you. he’ll even make up some made up event as an excuse for the extravaganza.

☾ “it’s thursday, you know I asked you to be my mine on a thursday, right? so i’m taking you out to your favorite restaurant”

☾ sneaking off to the golf course in the middle of the night so he’d teach you. (only reason why he wants to go at night is because he doesn’t want any other guys looking at you in your cute little tennis skirt)

☾ safe to say, summer nights with rafe are the absolute best nights to have

[evadoupixii]

DRIVER'S ERA // CHAPTER 1

➸ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: (18+) Slow burn/ mentions of traumatic experiences and depression : Eventual smut* Mutual masturbation and mentions sexual as*ult //Fem!reader // Bad driving! Swearing: Toxic relationship dynamics: Phone s*x! Descriptions of alcohol abuse. Fluff! Mentions and descriptive scenes of blowjobs/handjobs at some point in the story idk. Set in the last year of high school (All characters are 18) : Art credits!!: Niharikajetty twitter 

➸ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: Splitting up this fic into parts because there’s so many ideas gong on in my head and i just wanted to put something out there in the meantime. All Tags seen above will be in upcoming chapters of the story! Thanks for reading! 

To put things into perspective you never passed your driver's test. In this current moment, as you sat in a bland white waiting room adorned with blue chairs and the occasional ring from a cellphone, you had a refurbished memory. Throughout the last three years of high school, you had made friends and one by one everyone in the group had either got a car, a license, a learner's permit or something equivalent to a drivers license. Skipping classes every other day to go get ice cream or go on a target run, with the occasional mid-day movie during your chemistry class. which for all your parents knew, you were in. 

Up until last week, you and your friend Sasha had been the only ones in the group without any sort of completed driver's education. That is until Sasha and the near-death experience she had with her instructor on the road,had somehow got a cool passing grade on her first road test. The group was elated and this in turn made you finally step up to do the thing that was long overdue.

As you scroll on your phone, you hear the ding and the woosh of the sliding automatic doors, as footsteps enter the building. You glance up and almost feel yourself wanting to blink two times more than you normally would at the sight in front of you. And you did just that, probably looking half-blind and a little bit crazy. 

Standing at the receptionist desk in the room was a tall 5’8 man with dark brown hair touching his shoulders,a slender build and dressed with a dark green t-shirt that hugged his lean chiseled muscles and black jeans. He scanned the room and locked eyes with you. Finally giving you a clear view of his dark green eyes. 

Where do I know you from? You thought as you quickly broke eye contact and looked back down at your phone. 

You heard a deep voice say something that sounded like a “Thank you” to the receptionist and heard footsteps coming toward you. Not looking up from your phone you watched the soles of his black vans move down the aisle you were sitting and sat at the end of the opposite aisle of yourself. You don't know why, but you noticed how your breathing became a little shallow as he was walking towards you. You brushed it off as being irritable, as you were still frustrated from the post-driving lesson that went worse than you expected. 

Taking a breath, you got up from your seat and walked down the aisle towards the receptionist's desk. You are being sought on scrolling on through your phone trying to avoid awkward eye contact with anyone. Even if you were the one who felt someone boring their eyes into your back as you greeted the receptionist. 

Having set up a date for your next driving lesson with the receptionist she had told you to wait a moment as she got up and moved to the printer beside her to print a confirmation of your next appointment. As the whirring of the printer filled the silence of the room you glanced over your shoulder to see the man with brown hair getting up and following a woman into a room. As he walked into the room first the women reached up to put a red slot down on the wall of the side of the door to indicate the room was occupied. Your eyes drifted to a sign on the side of the door labeled “Driving therapy”. 

Staring at your ceiling,the fairy lights that adorned your room still cast a yellowish mellow tone as it was only 6 in the morning and you wanted some alone time before the stress of the day came—today marked the second week of the beginning of your senior year. Track season was here and you had in no fucking way looked forward to weekly 4 am practices on the field. Getting up and making your bed, showering, and picking out clothes from your closet. A fresh face of makeup and you were ready. 

As a frank ocean song played from your speaker, you Looked in the mirror as you touched up your hair one last time. Appreciating the way you had physically evolved from freshmen year as you looked in the mirror at yourself. Maybe it was all the stress that uplifted from your shoulders knowing that in 6 months time, your life would start/.. The life YOU wanted.  your phone buzzed on the bathroom counter next to you. Grabbing it and sliding up to unlock it, you saw the group chat come to life with you and your friends from track. 

Everyone talking about how you were all telepathically connected because it seemed like every one of you woke up early, with the track flashbacks in mind. Sasha had texted something about how she genuinely thinks seeing her dirty-ass new balances in the corner of her room looming like a ghost gives her PTSD. 

 A good 10 minutes later, you were downstairs raiding the refrigerator, Just in time for you to hear a loud honk outside your home. You ran to your parents and gave them a kiss on each of their cheeks wishing them a good day. Their voices wishing you a good day at school, are cut off as you close your front door and rush to the passenger side of Sasha’s car. 

Before a word could come out of your mouth, Sasha leaned over to the passenger's side and wrapped her arms around your neck giving you a hug that seemed like it was meant for goodbyes. 

“What’s this about?” You said laughing nervously, patting her on the back. 

“I can’t miss my best friend?.” She said letting you go, pulling out of your driveway.  She rolled down the windows a bit to let the wind consume the car. Her auburn hair waving around her face. 

“How did your driving lesson go yesterday? With your slow ass.” She glanced at you with a smirk on her face. 

You scoffed and sighed. Leaning back into the passenger seat and looking out the window as the car passed the tower of pine trees on the side of the road. “ It was……good?. Let’s just say the instructors probably have never had to replace so many cones.” 

“Oh no that was definitely on the agenda after i took my test.” She says.

A moment of silence passed in the car before your eyes found each other and you both burst out laughing.  Before long you and Sasha were pulling up into the high school parking lot, finding a spot next to Annie and Historia. As Sasha pulled up you rolled down the window on the passenger side and waited for them to notice you. Annie was on the driver's side of her black jeep reapplying her lipgloss in the mirror. Historia was in the passenger side with her headphones in, scrolling on her phone. 

“These bitches.” Sasha said, pulling out her phone. 

You watched Historia roll her eyes as she looked at her phone and pulled down her headphones to rest on her shoulders, answering her phone. 

“Hello?” She said on the other side.

“ Look to your left please and thank you .” Sasha said, while gathering her backpack out of the backseat. “And let me catch you rolling your eyes at my notification again bitch!” 

You watched Historia look over to see you, a snide smirk enveloping her face. Sasha hung up the phone before the both of you could hear her witty comeback. Annie turned to you smiling and waving. You playfully looked around as if you were searching for the person she was waving at, as Sasha stuck her middle finger up to them from behind you. Annie smirked and mouthed “Let’s go”. 

The first couple of periods of the day went by smoothly. The four of you had the majority of your classes together except electives. Historia had taken music appreciation, Annie took art and Sasha was taking culinary Arts. 

Walking into the classroom designated for Plant science you scanned the room for familiar faces and smiled recognizing a familiar blond head in the back. 

Armin waved you over and greeted you as you sat down and exchanged stories about your summer. Of course, the stories of your friend group going to the lake and bumming around the mall didn't match up to Armin’s extravagant trips to Europe, but nevertheless, it had its meaning. 

You looked him over and noticed Armin’s features had gotten more sharp and he seemed to have more….body mass. You didn’t know how to put it but besides the trips, Armin had definitely spent some time in the gym. 

You noticed the slight blush come across his face as he noticed you staring. “I-I’m thinking about joining the football team this year…” 

 You turned to him mouth agape. “What made you want to join in so late?” 

He sheepishly smiled and started to play with the hem of his dark red long-sleeved shirt. “I just made it a goal for myself to get out and do something memorable when it comes to getting involved with the school. I-i mean we are about to graduate and all and I just feel like I haven't really done enough-” 

You turn to him and dramatically place both of your hands on both sides of his shoulders and look him dead in the eye. Your face inches from his.  “But you have Armin. You have done enough,” you said smiling. 

Besides Armin running for class president freshman year and being secretary of two of the most well-rounded clubs of the school. Placing second in the mathematics UIL competition and won a $50,000 scholarship for writing an essay about why Spider-Man was his role model. If anyone in this school was an inspiration to you it was Armin. Even if it wasn't conventional, if he wanted to do something then he would do it diligently. 

As you two continued to talk you watched the slew of students rush into the classroom as class was about to start, and that's when your heart did an unfamiliar flutter. Walking into the classroom was the man you had seen at your driver's lesson last night. Same tall and lean build, with black tattoos peeking out of his dark gray long-sleeved shirt that had rolled up to his elbows. Bundles of brown leather bracelets adorned both of his wrists. His hair was tucked into a bun, with strands of hair framing his face. Something you hadn't noticed when you had seen him last was the silver stud piercings that were placed on both sides of his nostrils. As he walked toward a seat on the opposite side of class from you he looked over the room and locked eyes with you. Again. 

“Do you know him?” Armin said next to you, as he watched you break eye contact with the boy. 

“No, I don't, he doesn't look familiar.” You said smiling sheepishly, looking down at your crossed arms on the desk. 

Armin looked at you with a puzzled look on his face as he looked over at the boy with dark green eyes that never took his eyes off you. The boy’s Jaw became tense as he slowly diverted his gaze from you over to the front of the classroom. Even from a distance, Armin could see the boy visibly become rigid as if he had just remembered something from looking at you.  

“I heard something about him moving here a couple of months ago from Jean,” Armin said reaching into his backpack and pulling out his laptop. “Apparently he played football at his old school, I don't know why he moved though.” 

The teacher had turned off the lights and turned on the projector to show the class a film about germination to which you were barely able to pay attention too. Throughout the entirety of class, you caught yourself stealing glances at the boy. The light bounced off from the projector in the back of the classroom illuminating his side profile. Your rational mind telling you that he looked like every other alt boy in the school, but in all honesty, knowing if he turned to you and mouthed “Come with me,  you would get out of your seat and be whenever he wanted you to be in a matter of seconds. The chorus of chairs scrapped across the floor as students got up and scurried out of class as it came to an end. You say your goodbye to Armin, pack up your things, and make your way out of the classroom looking everywhere but at who you wanted to.

[measuredandslow]

Ice cream truck yarn bowl take 2! This one is, I think, pretty much it, the only thing I want to change is the color of the door handles because it was pointed out to me that it doesn’t make sense to have them match the “glass” of the windows 😂. But I’m happy with the other changes and all the parts went together great!

It’s printed in pieces; the brown bottom, the pink top, the glass pieces, and the black tires and white tire inserts. My printer *can* handle multi color prints but those scallops would take ~ forever ~ and this thing already eats up a bunch of filament lol. The final versions will be glued, but tbh they fit snugly enough that I probably don’t need to. Also it’s bigger than a regular yarn bowl so I can stuff the yarn AND a small project in there!

[yuurei20]

Birthday present tracking: Ortho

⚠️JP-server-only information included, no main story spoilers⚠️

Presents received by Ortho: ・Mobile printer (Cater) ・Multitool (Deuce) ・Report on the food at his birthday party (Ruggie)

・Snow globe (Jack) ・Limited-edition sneakers (Floyd) ・Make up application (Vil)

・Apple carving (Epel) ・Miniature can of compressed air (Idia) ・Pre-NRC: Treasure map, puzzles and gift (Idia)

・Oral supplement gear (Idia) ・Small bird landed on his finger (from Silver) ・Impromptu play (by Film Club students)

・3D Projection mapping (Ignihyde students) ・Shoelaces, stationery, prize-winning ice cream sticks (unspecified) ・Nutritionally balanced, pre-packaged meals (from parents)

Presents Given by Ortho: ・Link to a website selling sneakers for cheap (for Ace) ・Mostro Lounge accounting assistance (for Azul) ・Video of Spelldrive race from years ago (to Epel)

・VR Goggles (to Malleus) ・Shaved ice machine (to Malleus) ・Vintage game console (to Lilia)

[14buddy22]

oh my goodness!! Aaron just stopped by, he had flowers for you? And a note! he wants to know how you’re doing? 🌻💌

I know you were just being nice bestie and I'm doing good! But here's a one shot just for you bestie!! 🫶🫶🫶

I have no idea how many words this is, nor is this edited.

Warnings: car accidents, school fights, bruises, bad days, letters, soft Aaron, worried Aaron, loving Aaron, Jack is the sweetest in this, proposals

It started off as a great day. Aaron and Jack spent the night at your apartment. You spent the night laughing away at the movie Jack had picked out while you cuddled with your two boys on your couch.

Towards the end of the movie, you heard soft snores coming from Jack and it was then that Aaron decided to scoop Jack up and put him in the guest room that had slowly become Jack's. You had bought Spiderman bedsheets as well as a Spiderman nightlight so the little boy would be comfortable at your home. You didn't want to make him feel unwelcome if his dad would be spending so much time over here.

You know Aaron's time with Jack was precious, so you never told Aaron you wanted him to come over alone. You loved when Jack was around, just as you thought Jack loved being around you.

You never let Jack feel excluded, if Jack wanted to sleep in the same bed as you and Aaron, you would ignore when Aaron would try to tell Jack that he couldn't and you would tell Jack that of course it was okay to sleep with you and his dad.

While your morning started out great, it was not ending so hot. It seemed liked as soon as Aaron kissed you goodbye and Jack hugged you, shit hit the fan.

You had spilled your coffee on your favorite shirt that you were wearing to work. Causing you not to be late, but just running behind a bit and you had a few things you had to do before class started.

When you got to work, the printer wasn't working, so that became chaos.

Then, two of your high schoolers got into a fight in the middle of class, which was not fun to break up, especially when the two were taller than you, and may have accidentally hit you in attempt to hit the other kid. You caught the tail end of the punch, but it still hurt, you were sure to have a mark, and you had picture day coming up.

Filing out to report was no biggie, but just extensive. Work that you didn't want to do.

To top everything off, a car rear-ended you on your way home. You wanted to scream. How could this day go so wrong when it started out so well?

You had been texting Aaron throughout the day, explaining to him how you were canceling dinner plans for today, just not in the mood to deal with anything else.

You also didn't want to be grumpy or seem annoyed with Jack in your presence. He didn't need that, he needed you at your best, not your worst.

You debated telling Aaron about the car accident, but you were in somewhat of a shock, and the car accident was straw that broke the camel's back. That's what pushed you over the edge. That's when you lost it and called him, just needing to hear his voice.

Just as you were sitting on the couch, eating your favorite ice cream out of the tub, watching a movie and crying, the last thing you expected was a knock on your door.

You debated getting up and and answering it. You didn't want anyone to see you like this. However, when you heard the persistent knock again, you decided to stand up and answer the door.

You were met with your two favorite boys. Aaron and Jack were holding flowers and takeout from your favorite restaurant.

"Hi gorgeous. I had told Jack about your bad day and he figured we needed to cheer you up. So he decided picking up dinner and flowers for you."

"These are for you! What do you think? I hope you love them?"

You began to cry at the sight of your two favorite boys. They were so sweet. You could never be angry with them. Jack was so cute holding out the flowers towards you.

"I love them! Thank you so much, Jackers! They're beautiful! Let's get them in some water and let's eat dinner together, yeah?"

Jack nodded and you gave him a hug, kissing the top of his head. Jack ran inside the apartment, going to look for a vase and Aaron took a step inside, shutting and locking the door behind him.

"Honey, you didn't tell me the fight was that bad."

Aaron carefully brushed the bruise starting to form on your face and kissed you. He engulfed you with a hug and you couldn't help but melt right into him.

"I didn't want to tell you it was this bad because I knew you'd freak out. I didn't want you to bring Jack over if I couldn't be at my best."

"Jack knows you at your best. He'll love you even at your worst. Just like I love you at your worst."

You leaned into him even more as he placed a kiss to the top of your forehead. As you pulled away, you grabbed his hand, making your way into the kitchen and seeing Jack fill up the vase he had picked out with water for the flowers.

As you three ate dinner, listening to Jack speak about his day, you then decided to pick out a movie to watch together. Aaron was not throwing out any good movie ideas, so once again the decision would be left to you and Jack, which really meant Jack. As long as you got to cuddle with them and spend time with your two boys, you didn't care what you watched.

"Hey, I think I left my watch in the bedside drawer last night, do you mind going to get it for me?"

You looked at Aaron and then down at Jack. You ruffled Jack's hair and said, "Your daddy could be forgetful, don't you think?"

Jack laughed and said, "He sometimes forgets that I like Mac n cheese when I eat Dino nuggets."

You laughed at the little boy, knowing that when Jack ate his Dino nuggets, he always wanted Mac n cheese, yet Aaron knew that boxed Mac n cheese for dinner 2 nights a week wasn't always the best for Jack, which is why he sometimes "forgot" to make it for Jack.

You stood up, walking to your bedroom. You went to the side of the bed designated just for him, just as the nightstand next to it slowly became his over the course of your relationship.

You found a note addressed to you in Aaron's handwriting. You decided to sit on the bed and read it. Surely Aaron would have wanted you to, right?

To the love of my life,

You are the greatest thing to happen to me. Losing Haley was hard. We've talked about that multiple times and you know my biggest fear when getting into this relationship was that something would happen to you. But we talked through it, you told me you'd be okay if we began to date. We've been together for a little over a year and I know I want the rest of my life to be with you. Jack loves you. He's mentioned a couple times how you're his best friend. I couldn't ask for anyone better to love my son as much as I do. You never treat him any different because he's not biologically yours and it makes me love you even more than I ever thought possible. I love you. You are the best thing that's happened to my son and I. You're the sunshine on my darkest days and I promise that I'll be your sunshine on your darkest days. Thank you for loving Jack and I at our best and worst. Thank you for listening and loving my son. Thank you for welcoming him into our relationship, we're a package deal. I knew you were the one when you decorated your guest bedroom into a Spiderman themed room for him. Thank you for loving us, I want to love you for the rest of my life.

Love, Aaron

You had tears in your eyes. How the hell did he write this letter and leave it before you had the worst day of your life in a while. When you met Aaron, you weren't looking for love. You slowly fell in love with the man who was a single father, in which that scared you at first. Too afraid you wouldn't be good enough for the little boy who loved his father deeply, that's why you tried to hard at first to get Jack to love you. But turns out, he didn't need much convincing, he loved you from the first time he met you.

When you walked back, letter in hand, you saw Aaron and Jack standing next to each other, both of them with a huge grin on their face.

"What do you boys have planned?"

Aaron took your hand in his and he said, "I love you. Jack loves you."

You heard a quiet, "I do!"

When you smiled at Jack, you looked back at Aaron. He continued. "I wrote that letter a while ago, it's been sitting in the drawer for quite some time. But, after the day you had, I promised in that letter that I'd be your sunshine on your darkest days. You had a really bad day today."

Aaron dug his hand into his pocket and knelt to the ground. Jack began to smile even bigger than you ever had before. You immediately gasped, not believing this was actually happening.

"Let me be the sunshine on your darkest day today. I know this isn't the proposal every little girl dreams of, but, what better way to propose to you so you don't have to remember this as the worst day that's happened to you. You'll have this associated with a good day. So, please, let us be the sunshine on your darkest day. Will you marry me?"

Jack said, "And you can become a Hotchner like me and Daddy?"

"Yes! Yes, I'd love to marry you."

You leaned down to kiss Aaron as he pushed the ring onto your ring finger. Jack immediately wrapped his little arms around said, "We did it, daddy! She said yes!"

As Aaron stood up, kissing you once more, he lifted Jack into his arms, Jack linking one arm around Aaron's neck and another arm around yours. You place your hand on Aaron's cheek and said, "Thank you boys for being the sunshine on my darkest days. I'll promise I'll always be the sunshine on yours."

[gingerjunhan]

meet-cute with xdinary heroes

☆彡 Hi y’all :) hope you’re all doing well! Just a little heads up that my requests are open again! 🩷

word count: 1304 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff | cws: non-idol! heroes?, first introductions/ meetings (duh), student!Jiseok, swearing, chemistry (ew sorry), all caps, cringe w/ Seungmin (I’m so sorry), lmk if I missed anything else!!

goo gunil

you meet Gunil while you’re at work

okay let me set the scene:

you work in an ice cream shop

it’s the middle of summer

but for some reason, it’s an unusually slow day

you’re working at the cash register and this really cute guy shows up

since it’s summer he’s probably wearing a muscle shirt, so for lack of a better term, you’re looking respectfully 👁️👁️

he makes his way up to you and takes his order, cracking a joke along the way

he gets his order and then a little while later he comes back asking

“Do you guys have any napkins?”

you hand him a handful of napkins, his fingers brushing over yours as he takes them

you both blush at the contact as he leaves again

once again, a few minutes later, he walks past your counter again on his way out the door

he looks at you with a smile, telling you to have a nice day, as he drops some money and one of his used napkins in the tip jar next to your register

you look at it confused before pulling it out and unfolding it

scrawled on the napkin in ink it reads, “call me sometime? xx” followed by his number

he purposely tried to make the whole thing as mysterious as possible, so you’re pleasantly surprised by his goofy personality once you call him

kim jungsu

you and Jungsu met at a concert!

you had finally landed pit tickets to see your favorite band, and you were ecstatic

you had even gone as far as to make bracelets to trade

as the people gathered their way into the pit, you couldn’t help but take note of the cute stranger next to you

you snuck a glance at him and noticed the bracelets he was wearing as well, so you decided to take a chance

“Hey! I like your bracelets! Wanna trade?”

he turned to you, looking down at you and smiling

you both took note of the blush on the others’ cheeks, but you didn’t think anything of it

you exchanged bracelets and got to chatting

you discussed the band and your favorite songs

the conversation flowed very naturally and soon enough, the show was starting

everybody was dancing and singing

you accidentally kept bumping shoulders with the cute guy next to you, and you both would be quick to apologize

soon there was no need for an apology

you would bump into one another

maybe on accident or on purpose- who's to say?

and the other would just turn to you and smile

at the end of the show, he would ask you if you wanted someone to walk with you to your car, and you agreed

once you got back to your car, he asked for your number, and the rest is history

kwak jiseok

y’all met in a library let’s be so fr

science boy Jiseok LIVES in the library

you’ve seen him around before but you’ve never spoken to him

you’re in the library one day and you cannot get the printers to work!

you’ve tried to print your paper off of every damn printer you could, and it was no luck

you huffed, saving your work and shutting off your computer

as you turn to leave, you accidentally bump into someone

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”

Your whispered apology was received by none other than Jiseok

“It’s okay! You’re (Y/N), right? I think we have our chem lab together?”

you let out a sigh of relief

“Oh my god, I cannot get this lab report to print!”

he laughs knowingly and instantly offers to help

you open up your computer again, and Jiseok takes a look at what the problem might be

quickly, he identifies the issue, and your lab report finally gets printed

you happily pick up your papers, putting them into your bag

“Thank you so much! How could I ever repay you?”

although you said it in a somewhat joking tone, Jiseok sees this as an opportunity

“You could let me take you out sometime.”

needless to say, the two of you quickly became lab partners after this

oh seungmin

shopping mall, duh

bear with me though bc y’all are not meeting in a clothing store

it’s a GameStop

you’re looking over what deals the store might have, wondering to yourself how they’re staying in business

when you suddenly see the game you want

you make your way towards it, reaching out for it

and you see a hand reaching over the same way

you both brush knuckles, letting out a slight laugh and apology

you turn to the stranger, and there he is

he’s looking as you now too, equally as flustered

“I’m sorry, here, you can take it.”

that’s when you notice there’s only one copy left

you instantly start insisting that he takes the game

he got there first after all!

he’s also so gorgeous that you don’t think you could say no to him in that moment

“No, really, it’s okay,” he insists. “I’m buying it for a friend’s birthday. I can just order it online and make them wait.”

after triple checking that he’s sure you can take it, you thank him and make your way to the register

after you check out, he catches your attention again

“Are there any two-player games you’d recommend? I would love to try one out with you sometime.”

han hyeongjun

Hyeongjun was minding his own business

perusing the manga section of a bookstore

when he happened to look over and see you a few shelves away

he doesn’t know what came over him but he just kinda…

stared at you?

you clearly noticed and felt his gaze, so you turned to look at him as well

“Can I help you?”

you tried your hardest to sound polite although it was a little strange

quick, Hyeongjun, do something!

“I’m sorry, but do you mind giving me a recommendation? I’m looking for something new to read.”

the smile that took over your face was priceless

“Yes! Oh my gosh, I just finished this series, and…”

Hyeongjun had no clue what you were saying because he was too distracted by how excited you were and how endearing he found it

absentmindedly, he picked up the first copy of the series and clutched it tightly

“You’ll have to let me know what you think of it!” You said excitedly. “Can I get your number?”

lee jooyeon

it was not the most…

graceful meeting

let’s start that way

he was walking down the sidewalk, headphones on, not a care in the world

you, on the other hand, were rushing to an appointment

in your busied haze, you weren’t really watching where you were going- too busy fumbling with your phone and trying to check the time

and BAM

you’re colliding into the chest of a stranger, dropping your phone to the ground

“Oh- my bad!”

you quickly apologized before you continued walking

he looked at you as you began to rush off again, and then he noticed your phone on the ground

“Hey!”

he shouted after you, but you didn’t stop walking

so naturally he started to chase after you

“Excuse me! Excuse me!”

once he had caught up to you, you were outside of your destination

“Excuse me! You dropped your phone!”

you turned and saw him jogging down the street, and you began patting your pockets, feeling that they were in fact empty

you finally got a good look at one another as he handed your phone back to you

“Oh my god,” you said breathlessly. “Thank you so much!”

you try to pay him for his good deed- just a few dollars- and he refuses to take your money

so you ask for his phone instead

“Give me your number and we’ll call it even.”

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[hannahssimblr]

In the evening we bike to the shop to buy firelighters. Jen says she likes the idea of a bonfire while we eat our barbeque food, even though the only time one has even been lit at the beach house is when my dad did it, all the while ranting on about how he learned everything he knew about fire in the boy scouts, and how if I had an iota of discipline or self control I might have benefitted from them before the local pack expelled me for being a shithead.

He was right. I reluctantly accept it as Jen and I approach the materials for making fire. Nobody has ever told me about the difference between briquettes and coal, what firelighters actually look like and exactly where peat plays into all of this. I know nothing about how to do manly things, and only ever figured out how to pitch a tent after subtly watching Shane do it the first time he and I went camping in the woods. 

In contrast, my father has shot an actual gun. He and his brothers hunted deer, game and wild pigs in the hills around their family farmhouse in Redding California. As they loaded up their rifles and zipped up their jackets they would say things to me about how I’d be coming with them someday, as though was some sort of honour, something to strive for, but by the time I was big enough to kill pheasants I was already five thousand miles away drawing comics on printer paper. My soft hands were meant for art.

“You grab the firelighters,” I tell Jen, and take a swerve towards the magazine stand so that I can peruse something in my comfort zone. There’s a small selection of artsy magazines, and I flip one open. 

“Um, do you think we should buy gasoline or something?” She stands chewing on her lip. 

“Probably not, right? That seems dangerous.”

“Should we ask someone?” 

“What? No.” Embarrassing.

I pretend to be engrossed in an article so that I don’t have to help, but while I'm there, an ad catches my eye, “Hey,” I call out to Jen, “would you want to go to an exhibition this weekend?”

“What kind?”

“Art.”

“Yeah, what kind?”

I turn the page to her so that she can see it, “contemporary,” and her eyes narrow at the images of weird sculptures made of bits of scrap metal, canvases with random splatters of paint dripping off the bottom, colour bleeding onto the floor.

“Hm. See, that’s the kind of weird art I don’t get.”

“It’s not about the art specifically, it’s about us doing something fun together.”

“And that’s in Dublin?”

“Yes.”

She smirks in a self satisfied way, “You’re bored,” she stops a passing customer to ask him if he knows what firelighters are, and if so, what does the box look like.

He shows her, and while she’s picking up the last two packets I come to stand with her, not helping, because now I'm more interested in selling this new idea to her. “It’ll be fun! How nice would it be to have a change of scenery? Get back to the city where stuff is actually happening, maybe go to that ice cream place you like.”

I’m certain this will sway her, but she pulls a face, “There’s loads of ice cream here, and the only reason you think nothing is happening on the beach is because you’re deliberately not doing anything.”

“Is it so bad that I want to have a day out with you?”

“No, I suppose not, but...” She wrinkles her nose “Fine. I don't want to be cynical. Do you think I’m cynical?”

“Yeah a bit.” I pay for the firelighters. As we exit the shop into the lingering light of the evening I admit to her, “I’m trying to cheer myself up, I just think I should make the most of the time I have left.”

She laughs, “It sounds like you’re terminally ill. You’re moving. So what? I’ll still talk to you all the time.”

“Yeah but I really want to savour these last few weeks. Will you come to the gallery?” I grip her arm and pretend to die, letting my knees buckle under me to really sell it, “...before it’s too late?”

“God, yes, fucking hell,” she groans, “I’ll come. I’ll do whatever you want for the rest of the summer, right?”

I throw an arm around her, “Thanks Jen.”

“Yeah, manipulator.”

“Takes one to know one,” I say cheerily, and we unlock our bikes and head towards home.

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[rayventoodles]

got around to finalizing these designs. I scanned these this time around, though they came out a little brighter than I would've liked, since the printer/scanner I used is pretty old :/

PROJECT DIVA: MAGICAL SOUND

Miku Hatsune / Diva Mirai

A passionate and stubborn young girl, she was granted magical powers by her now fairy partner Miku Hachune. She transforms using the game console her fairy gave her. She wields a microphone that doubles as a sword, her element is electricity, and her emblem is a rotated square on her front bow.

Rin Kagamine / Diva Treble

Miku's friend and a sweet and athletic girl, though she's a little naive. She transforms using a game console Hachune gave her. She wields a gutiar, her element is wind, and her emblem is one half of Yin Yang on her hair clip.

Len Kagamine / Diva Bass

Rin's moody but insecure brother who took a deal with Hachune to help his self-esteem. He transforms using a duplicated version of Rin's game console. He wields the bass, his element is wind, and his emblem is the other half of Yin Yang on his belt chain.

Luka Megurine / Diva Classical

A shy but hardworking college student, she is granted her powers after bonding with her new fairy friend Tako Luka. She is the big sister of the group. She transforms using her now-magically enhanced phone. She wields a organ-style key-tar, her element is water, and her emblem is a teardrop hanging from her choker.

Meiko Sakine / Diva Adagio

A sassy and feisty coffee shop worker who is the mother of the group. She has had magic powers since she was a young girl. She transforms using the gem on her choker. She wields a microphone that doubles as a staff, her element is fire, and her emblem is a butterfly on her choker.

Kaito Shion / Diva Vibrato

A fun-loving but over-dramatic ice cream shop worker who is the father of the group. He used to date Meiko during their high school years, but ultimately agreed to just be friends. He gains magic powers after Hachune decided she needed a sixth member of the group, though Kaito adapted pretty quickly and accepted his role if it meant being around his new family. He transforms using a brooch Hachune gave him. He wields a microphone that doubles as a staff, his element is ice, and his emblem is a four-pointed star brooch on his scarf.

Up next, Gumi, Gackpo, Neru, Haku, Lily, and SF-A2 Miki!

[gracev0609]

Sleepovers & Baby Snuggles

Josh X Danny X Y/N, Featuring Uncle Jake

It's Josh, Danny, and Y/N's one year wedding anniversary and Uncle Jake volunteers to babysit.

WC: 1.7k+

Warnings: While this piece is fluff the Iced Chai Universe is 18+ Only!, Uncle Jake has a lot of feelings mainly being excited and nervous.

“I'll watch her. I'll take her overnight if you want.” Jake offered as Josh and Danny discussed how their baby would fit into their anniversary plans. “ I've looked after her for the afternoon a bunch of times now, it can't be that hard, you two do it.” He jokes.

“I mean, I'm fine with it.” Danny agrees, looking at Josh for his answer.

Josh bites his lip,” I mean it is a little more work. But I know you'll be fine, let me just check with her Mama, see what she thinks.”

Jake smiled, his chest growing warm at the idea of looking after his niece, their first of (hopefully) many Uncle Jake and Hazelnut sleepovers. Excitedly his mind fast forward a few years when she's old enough to really laugh and play and they can watch movies and play pretend. Order a pizza and make ice cream sundaes, letting her stay up until she inevitably crashes on the couch next to him.

Josh interrupted his thoughts,” Y/N said she's fine with it, she said she trusts and has complete faith in Uncle Jake.”

🌜⭐🌜⭐🌜

Folding and placing the super soft, still warm, blanket on the couch he heard his doorbell ring. Jake felt giddy, he was excited and nervous, but he also felt honored that his family trusted him to care for their precious baby girl. Opening his front door stood Josh, Danny, Y/N and Hazel in her arms. He embraced them one by one before gently ruffling Hazel's little fuzzy head,” Hey girlie, you ready to hang with Uncle Jake?”

“Of course she is, actually she couldn't stop talking about it on the ride over,” Y/N joked, peering down at the five month old baby in her arms.

Jake giggles grabbing the diaper bag from off of her shoulder,” Alright, lay it on me. What all did you bring, what all do I need to know?”

Y/N goes through the mental list of everything they brought, the contents of her diaper bag, her overnight bag, and the toys she brought. Josh came over with a sheet of printer paper, Hazel's entire nighttime routine listed out in detail as well as a list of emergency contacts and her doctors numbers.

Jake's mouth turned up into a grin,” You really put our mom and Lori's number on here like I don't already know them?”

“Ah! Well, I don't know, I thought if you were in a panic it would be helpful to have them on the sheet.”

“There won't be any panic, but I appreciate it. Hazelnut and I are gonna have the best time.”

Y/N walks over to the baby swing Jake bought the first time he looked after her, gently setting her in and turning it on. Its then that Jake notices that they're dressed up,” So what's on the agenda for your one year anniversary?”

Danny smiles,”The location is a surprise, but I'm taking them to dinner-”

“And then we're gonna fuck like rabbits” Josh proclaims a satisfied grin on his face.

Jake shakes his head, his face twisting in pretend disgust,” Glad I could help.”

Steering the conversation back in the right direction Danny tells Jake that her bottles are already in the fridge, and that instructions for reheating are on her sheet.

“Seems like everything is covered. We're gonna be fine.” Jake states, slipping his hands in his sweatpants pockets.

Y/N embraces him,” You are gonna do fine. We love you and we'll see you in the morning.”

Each of them embraced him one more time before saying goodbye to their daughter, he could tell that they were feeling bittersweet.

The door closed and he locked it behind them making sure it was secure. His sock covered feet carried him back into his living room and he smiled at his niece staring back at him, swinging back and forth. His eyes wandered to her soft toys and stuffies strewn about his living room, adding a certain color and vibrancy to the space.

“Hey sweetpea, Uncle Jake's got this. Your parents made sure of it,” he giggles. Leaning down his hands wrapped around her back, gently lifting her and cradling her to his chest. “ What do you wanna do huh?” As if she was voicing her opinions, coos and squawks left her lips.

“Uh huh, okay, yeah sounds good. TV it is, but I get to pick the movie.”

Jake settles in on his couch, placing her on his bouncing knee as he navigates the remote selecting the movie he wants to watch. As the title screen plays and the actors are introduced the same way he's seen dozens of times before, he sees that she is intently looking at him. Jake makes a fishy face, briefly crossing his eyes and she giggles. He giggles too, her bright baby laughter infectious. Next he leans in blowing a raspberry against her tummy and she squeals. He continues making her laugh for a while longer until she settles and loses interest. He leans back against the couch watching as her tiny hands grip onto his silver coin necklaces. She goes to put one in her mouth and he redirects her,” Eugh that'll taste yucky…. How about we facetime grandma and say hi. I think she'll like that.”

Leaning over he grabs his phone off of the end table, unlocking it and pressing on his mom's contact. She picks up on the second ring,” Hi honey! How are you?”

“I'm good! I actually have someone with me who wants to say hello.” He watches as her eyebrows furrow, unsure who could want to say hi. He angles the camera down so she can see his face as well as Hazel nestled on his chest.

“Oh hello sweetie! How's my favorite little girl? Are they over too? I want to say happy anniversary.”

“No actually I'm watching Hazel overnight, they're out celebrating their anniversary.”

“Overnight? That's great honey, she's a good girl, Y/N was just telling me that she's a hard sleeper.” His mom giggles, her eyes focused on her granddaughter. After a few beats she sighs lovingly,” You know Jacob, you look good like that, with a baby on your chest.”

Jake smiled, warmth spreading in his chest,” Thanks mom…”

“Do you think you'll ever have one of your own?”

Hazel's head lightly thudded against his chest as she got comfortable,” I would… you know I have a soft spot for kids.”

“You do! You and Josh both, big softies.’

He lightly chuckled his free hand gently rubbing on her little back.

“Well mom, it's getting kinda late, we just wanted to say hi. I still have to get her fed and changed and ready for bed.”

“Okay honey, I love you both. If you need any help you know you can call me. I'll put my ringer on full blast.’

“Thanks mom, love you.”

Jake hung up the phone and picked her up, setting her back down in her swing while he went to go make her bottle.

🌜⭐🌜⭐🌜

He double checked the list making sure he did everything before settling down on the couch. He laid back against the cushions bringing Hazel with him. Her tiny pink footie pajama’d feet idly kicking across his tummy.

“Shhh shhh, it's time to relax honey. You have a full belly you should be getting sleepy.” He pulled her against his chest and she began to melt against him, relishing in the body heat he provided. Soon enough her little legs curled up and her little pink mouth began moving around her binkie. Gently Jake grabbed the blanket from across the back of the couch and covered them with it, tucking her in. An hour and a half later his movie was over and his eyes were getting heavy, peering down at the little girl she was still peacefully asleep. He didn't have the heart to disturb her and transfer her to the cold sheets of her crib so he let her slumber on his chest.

🌜⭐🌜⭐🌜

His doorbell rings bright and early, and he goes to open it, a groggy little baby in his arms.

“Good morning!” His twin sing songs as they file inside of his home. A smirk forms on his lips when he sees the three of them with matching dark circles under their eyes.

“Long night?” Jake snickers.

“Actually no, not for the reason you're implying. We couldn't sleep, we missed her too much. Our house felt too empty without her.” Danny expressed.

Y/N makes grabby hands at her Hazel and Jake, almost reluctantly, hands her over.

Once her baby was cradled to her chest she asked,” How did she sleep?”

Jake grins,” Well actually, she only woke up once. She actually slept on my chest all night, we were so warm and comfy, I couldn't put her down.”

Y/N smiles at him, her eyes a little glassy.

Jake helps Josh and Danny gather up their belongings and says goodbye. As Jake closed the door behind him he smiles, their Uncle Jake and Hazelnut sleepover was a success. Turning around his face falls as he notices the lack of life in his home. The house is quiet, he can hear the hum of his air conditioning. The carpet is tidy, no more colorful toys and fluffy stuffed animals. The only things left were the baby swing he purchased sitting next to the couch and the fuzzy blanket they were wrapped up in all night. Sitting back down on his couch he wraps himself up in the blanket and he swears he can still smell her baby pink smell on it. Swallowing hard he realized that he hated his empty house, it's lonely and cold. His mind wanders to last night, how warm and cozy, and right everything felt with the addition of a little one inside of these four walls. Maybe, that's what I need. What I really want.

He thought back to how he felt when his mom told him that he looked good holding a baby. He thought about how he would look holding his baby. Jake pulled his phone out of his pocket, quickly hitting the search bar typing in surrogate agencies near me, clicking on the nearest highest rated one. His eyes were flooded with information as soon as he opened the website, he studied and studied each page. His smile widening when he clicks the button, schedule a consultation.

Soo, plot twist 🫣 Jake's going to be a single dad by choice.

[missuswalker]

HOPE UR HAVING A GOOD DAY!!

the craig hcs are so good can we get those for stan??? omg

yes ofc 🤭🤭

relationship headcanons || stan marsh x fem reader

✮ summary: stan as your boyfriend 🤭 ✮ warnings: nsfw content, alcohol, reminder that characters are aged up

sfw

tries to act very cool around you for the first month

kenny likes to mess with him and he freaks out

"dude, don't embarrass me in front of my gf 🙁"

takes everything you say too seriously for the first month as well

"stan youre so annoying" "im sorry 😕"

apologize to him now.

takes a good amount of time to get completely comfortable with you

after that he's all "fuck you, get out of my house"

and then makes out with you

hoowee he looves french kissing

anyways, he wants you to be the big spoon

"y/n, everything is shit 😞🤓" "i know, stan, just go to sleep"

gets super emotional around you when he's drunk

"and- and 😢😢 i just really.. 😖 i really like you 😩 please don't break up with me 😭" "i just wanted to know if you wanted subway"

if you really want him to, he'll TRY to stop drinking so much just for you

still fighting that battle

he loves you so much, he tries so hard to get everything right with you after wendy

he doesn't want you to leave him

if you guys shower together, he likes when you wash his nasty hair

this is only when he's a little drunk

doesn't like you to see him fully naked if you guys aren't sillying

he's a little nervous, that's all 🤞🥰

talks to everyone about how he's gonna marry you one day and make you mrs. marsh

you're like the light of his life

but he hates when you call him stanley

if he's with his friends and you walk past, he's immediately walking away without a word and following you (like that one clip of joe biden following the ice cream truck)

wants you to wrestle with him

don't tickle him though because he gets embarrassed for giggling and being all like "stoppp 😊🥰"

nsfw

really sexually frustrated

it's so bad

gets a boner over everything

worse than kenny

"hey y/n 🥰 how are you 🧐 you look nice today 🤓 can you please give me head 😁 pretty please 🙏"

doesn't like sexting because he's worried kyle will find it and give him a lecture about digital footprint

unless he's wasted

like gone

then he's texting you "fucdk beab, wish yui were hrre. pics?"

don't give him pics, he prints them out on his dad's printer and puts them in his wallet

very slow, sensual sex on a good day

super caring but vv quiet

moans

maybe grunts when he cums

when he's drunk, wants you to ride him so bad

roughhhh

MEOWWWWW

"shit, y/n, so good for me"

embarrassed the next day when he remembers he said that

does it more if you like it though 😻

wants to ask you to suck him off all the time but doesn't because he doesn't want you to be like "😐" and break up with him

[i-like-anything-water]

soulmate AU, platonic or romantic. where one of them has passed but they're still in the mortal realm as a ghost and their soulmate doesn't know they're soulmates.

instead of moping (they do that at first, of course) they try to help them with little tasks. their (alive) soulmate wonders how everything seems to be going better than usual. the biggest help is whenever they're having panic attacks and suddenly their favorite mug is 'perfectly' in their line is sight, the printer that they thought was broken suddenly worked again or their favorite flavor of ice cream had coincidentally been available during their down days.

and it's all because of their soulmate who with the force and determination of ten thousand suns, became solid enough to move even the smallest of things on Earth.

because for them, despite being in literal different planes of existence, that's what they've wanted to do should they have been alive.

and when the day the other one also passes, they'll meet and everything clicks into place.