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ruassurvivalkit · 2 months ago

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💫❤️‍🔥RUA'S MASTERLIST❤️‍🔥💫

💥Rules💥

1) I don't write ageplay, anything sexual to do with bodily functions e.g. vomit, underage, too graphic, beastality etc. Generally what most people on this app consider iffy

2)I have the right to refuse requests

(especially if it goes against rules or I am uncomfortable by the request)

3) don't reblog my stuff or I will find you! (/j about the last part but don't reblog my stuff /srs)

4) Request thro my ask button and do it respectfully or I won't make the request. If you want it to be specific to your tastes, make it specific. If you want me to have my own artistic interaptation then let me know.

5) I ONLY WRITE ROMANTICALLY FOR WOMEN/NONBINARY AS I AM A LESBIAN. (I will write for men platonically) (or the man is man x other character) and I don't write for male readers

6) I write romantic and platonic but you need to be specific. If you want a character to be written as a parental figure, say "can you write for parent!character" or if you want a character to be written as a crush/crushing say "can you write for crush!character or crushing!character"

7) depending on the fandom, I may write for one I don't have listed but i have the right to refuse

8) I write for character x reader and character x character and I'm chill writing with multiple characters if given specifics

9) I may write for a character not listed in the listed fandom but I have the right to refuse.

WHAT TYPE OF IMAGE/ONE SHOT IS THIS?

❣️ - fluff

💢 - angst

🍋 - smut (I am not well versed in writing smut but I'm willing to give it a try)

�� - dead dove do not eat

*trigger warnings will be given on iffy subjects (dead dove do not eat)

WHO/WHAT DO I WRITE FOR?

Arcane

• Jinx

• Vi

• Mel

• Caitlyn

• Vi and Caitlyn

Stranger Things

• Robin buckley

• Nancy wheeler

• younger characters × younger characters only as theyre 13-15 in the series(e.g. Max x Lucas or Mike x Will) but will only be cutesy fluff bc aweee

• Joyce × Jim

• Joyce Byers

• Chrissy Cunningham

• Vickie (cannot find her surname for the life of me)

League of their own (series)

• Jess McCready

• Lupe Garcia

• Max Chapman

• Carson Shaw

• Greta Gill

• Maybelle Fox

• Jo De Luca

• Shirley Cohen (love the girl but platonic only)

• Esti Gonález (platonic only)

Life is Strange

Lis 1

• Chloe Price

• Max Caufield

Lis tc

• Steph Gingrich

• Alex Chen

Feel free to request a character and ill yay or nay them

Yellowjackets

• Shauna Shipman/Sadecki

• Jackie Taylor

• Nat/Natalie Scatorccio

• Tai/Taissa Turner

• Van Palmer

• Lottie/Charlotte Matthews

• Laura-Lee

Hazbin/Helluva Boss

• feel free to request FEMALE characters and I'll yay or nay them asap but male characters can be platonic!!

Bridgerton

• Penelope Featherington(my love my life my wife not Colins 😾)

• Eloise Bridgerton (LOVE HER SM)

• umm idk who else but like requests and stuff! 😼

I also write for

• dc universe

• marvel universe

• 2 broke girls (only Max and depends on Caroline)

• Fallon Carrington the new Dynasty series (havent watched the older one)

• can request a lot of characters from diff fandoms as I always forget what media I watch/read etc until its brought up

• Harry Potter but only when the younger characters are older

• FEAR STREET!!!!

• doric from the dnd movie and Syd from ianowt 👀👀👀

• STRICTLY PLATONIC!!!!paper girls ❤️ I luv them they're such wee cuties but I can do Mac x Kj romantic bc duhhh just not x reader BC DUHHH

• mean girls

‼️DISCLAIMER‼️ This is a stream of consciousness so apologises for the messiness and istg I will actually combust and explode if anyone ik finds this 😔🙏💔

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novacqnes · 2 years ago

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more lupe garcia x reader???👉🏽👈🏽

Send in a request!

#asks

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merelypeachy · 2 years ago

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good luck charm

synopsis: what’s a player supposed to do without a good luck charm before their big game in the morning?

wc: 1.5k

pairing: lupe garcía x gn!reader

warnings: one swear, silly/teasing flirting, a kiss

a/n: i’m so in love with lupe garcía it’s not even funny

The polaroid in your hand is raised as an imitation of the sight in front of you, with the colors more drab and her posed expression being one of faux excitement solidified in a minuscule square. The pink of the dress is increasingly faded in the photograph, the socks less of an eclectic red, the entire silhouette looking like it couldn’t possibly be her in such an ensemble.

Yet here she is, the dress’s upper half only just unbuttoned, the fabric drooping to reveal the off-tone white of her tank top. The socks are bundled haphazardly to her ankles and her curls peek out underneath the red baseball cap, the ‘R’ staring back into your eyes as you register the view. She stands at an awkward angle, shifted over to one side more than the other, her glove dangling from her fingertips. There’s a sheen gracing her forehead and trailing down her arms that’s noticeable even in the somewhat dimmer lighting of the bedroom, the lamps illuminating her entire figure in a gentle, yellow gleam.

“I didn’t know you were being serious.” You bite your tongue in a feeble attempt to control the grin threatening to break through, crossing an arm under the one holding up the photograph, entertaining yourself all too much with the side-by-side comparison.

Lupe’s eyes roll, though she huffs out a breathy scoff through a barely-there smile, immediately reaching down to unbutton the rest of the few buttons. “The picture didn’t convince you enough?”

You start to shuffle closer, stopping at the end of the bed across from her. The polaroid flutters to a drop atop the sheets from your hands; you figure a photograph isn’t as good of evidence as the real, tangible thing. You shrug as you answer, “Figured I’d see the actual thing to really convince me, ‘ya know?”

Her eyes meet yours as she peers up at you through her lashes, tilting her head in disbelief, curls gracing the skin of her cheeks. “I hope you’re satisfied, then,” she smiles, beginning to unbuckle the belt looped around her waist, “‘cause you’re not gonna see me in this ensemble again until tomorrow afternoon.”

You let out a dramatic gasp, back of your palm placed on your forehead and the other stretched across your chest. “I don’t think I could possibly wait that long,” you admit theatrically, eyeing the pursed grin on Lupe’s lips before yours mirror her own.

“You’ll see it in all its glory, don’t worry. Dirt stains and all,” she reassures you, dropping the belt to the bed sheets. Lithe fingers undo the last two buttons, the matte red barely peeking through, until the top half is then folded downwards, fully revealing the stained tank top on her figure. She catches your gaze once more—you swear you see a twinkling flash in the brown pools of her irises—before she asks: “How long are you going to be here for, anyway?”. She ducks her head, now pretending to be somewhat immersed in the slight movements of her hands as she unties her cleats, foot propped on the edge of the bed.

You decide to take a seat, leaning against your hand dipping into the mattress and letting your head dangle onto your shoulder, eyes mindlessly wandering to her short-cut fingernails and a hum slipping from your lips. “A while. A friend invited me over for a wedding, so I’m staying over at their place.” A pause. “But of course, I also had to see you. Couldn’t pass up that opportunity,” you add.

Lupe steals a glance in your direction, a smile you’d almost describe as shy gracing her features, before she reaches over to drag the sleeves off the curves of her shoulders. The golden glow adjacent from her stature bled onto the skin of her arms, tracing down to her elbows, the angle of her wrists and the slits of her fingers, turning the light peach of the fabric now crumpled at her ribs into a familiar, sunset shade of pink that covered the sky looming just outside.

She releases a sigh, tonguing the inside of her cheek and slipping out of the dress entirely, throwing it carelessly next to her assortment of casual, more comfortable clothing. “I can’t blame you; I’d visit a famous pitcher, too, given the chance.” Her words are laced with the confidence you always associate with her presence. The biting, usual sarcastic remarks, punctuated with a sly smile that served as a reminder of her sometimes mischievous yet laid back nature; the sparkle plunging into the depths of the deep brown surrounded by delicate eyelashes a showcase of her determination and persistence—they all intertwined with other various mannerisms that melted to form Lupe García, the one who’ve grown quite fond of over the years.

It’s your turn to roll your eyes, making Lupe let out an uncharacteristic and rare giggle as she tucks any wandering strands behind her ears, having traded the cap for one that you both knew suited her better. The muted brown sitting atop her curls compliments the rest of her new outfit consisting of a dark green and gray loose-fitting flannel and caramel-hued slacks. Her socks, however, contrast with the rather simplistic look, the diamond pattern etched into the fabric a minimalistic design nonetheless.

You sigh, reaching across the expanse of the bed to grab the abandoned baseball cap, fiddling with the stitching along the edges before adjusting it on your head. “But enough about that cute little uniform of yours. How’s the rest of your week been?”

Lupe takes a seat in front of you, the mattress dipping with her weight. She crosses her legs, fingers going to toy with the fabric stretching across her knees. You’re not sure if it’s the lighting playing a harmless trick, but you feel as though you manage to barely catch a glimpse of a flushing on her freckled cheeks.

She licks her lips, lifting a hand to lay her cheek in her palm, smushing the half of her face. Her eyes stay mindlessly focused on the styled patches of the bedspread, a finger dragging along the stitching in circles. “Fine. Our practices have been pretty tiring, and my arm feels like shit sometimes, but what can you do.”

You furrow your brows, throwing her a sympathetic look bathed in genuine concern. “Are you resting it at all?”

Lupe scoffs, lifting her head up momentarily before letting it drop once more. “Obviously. It’s probably just ‘cause of minor straining, or something,” she mutters.

You allow the hollow register of the clanging of dishes and jagged conversations floating through the floorboards to act as a basis for the rest of your time spent with her, catching up on every little (seemingly unnecessary) detail that occurred in the moments since you last met. She speaks of the past games, all of the people she’s met—whether with a tone coated in awe or one that’s sour around the edges—and anything else in between. She asks how you’ve been, listening with the seldom nod of her head and a quip here and there. You notice her eyes darting their way to your animated lips, whether subconsciously or not; you bite back an elated smile as you continue on with your words.

A knock on the door is what finally snaps the flowing conversation between the two of you, both your heads snapping to the oak frame as it creaks slightly ajar.

“Lupe? They’re asking that we all come downstairs for a meeting,” a voice chirps, accompanied by a head just peeking through the crack.

The woman in question responds with an ‘I’ll be there in a sec!’ before you begin to rise and stretch your limbs, brushing off imperceptible dust from the front of your clothing. Lupe does the same, striding over to where you stand and crossing her arms, tapping one foot against the carpeted floor.

“I’m guessing that’s your cue to leave, too?” she ponders, raising a brow with a smile tugging her lips. She brings her bottom one beneath her teeth, displaying her teeth in a toothy grin, a sight that makes your cheeks warm.

You throw her a pursed look, rocking back and forth on your heels and patting the sides of your legs for emphasis. “Yeah, unfortunately. But, I’ll be sure to be the first one in the stands tomorrow.”

She clicks her tongue as she twirls around to see you pick up your bag, taking only a few steps to be next to you once more. There’s a certain glimmer in her eyes you can’t quite pinpoint as you meet her gaze, though from the mischievous curve of her lips, a giddy feeling blooms in your chest.

“You can’t leave until I have a good luck charm for the night,” she teases, “‘cause what’s a ball player without one?”

You pretend to remember that very fact, tapping your pointer finger to your chin in mock thought. “You’re right,” your voice is surprisingly small as you lean in, the ghosting of her fingers along your jawline etching you closer and closer, “how could I forget that?”

She smiles into the kiss, a sense of satisfaction surely bleeding into her veins as her hands gently grab hold of your jaw, the calluses of her fingertips tickling your skin.

You lean back, though only enough for her labored breathing to still hit your swollen and slick lips, and whisper with a content grin of your own, “Better take that to heart tomorrow, then.”

#✦ (peachy writing)#lupe garcia x reader #lupe garcia

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sawyerconfort · 2 years ago

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Catching You Wearing Their Shirt with The Rockford Peaches (+Max)...

Right! As always, when I open a new era on the blog, I start with a preference, and since I haven't done that in a while, I decided to use it to announce that I'm OFFICIALLY taking requests for A League of Their Own for now!

Since I watched this series, I've been obsessed with it and the cast in general, so I thought that with the lack of fanfics about them here on Tumblr, I'd start writing some. I hope you like it, and I hope you might be interested in the series as well. It is worth taking a look!

Anyway, let's go to the preference. Starting with a cute one and going until you guys get tired of fanfics with them hahahah

(Just to add, the fanfics with the Heathers and Stranger Things will still appear here and will be free to requests too, if you want).

You can send me an ask or comment on one of my last posts if you have any special requests... the rules and masterlist are fixed on my profile!

Enjoy!

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W H A T H A P P E N S W H E N . . .

(Carson Shaw, Greta Gill, Maxine Chapman, Maybelle Fox, Jo de Luca, Lupe Garcia, Jess McCready, Esti Gonzales and Shirley Cohen)

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Carson Shaw

She opened the door with force and haste, not giving a damn about the girls who were jostling each other, just so she could see you step into her field of vision and jump into your arms, giving you a kiss when the girls seemed to walk away. .

“We won!” she screamed, as soon as she parted from your lips. “We won, and it was no fun without you there to celebrate!”

“I know not,” you replied, smiling. “But I'm proud of your victory, that's what matters. I missed you like crazy here alone!”

Carson smiled pityingly and kissed you once more. The two of you were dating, but she had decided that it would be best to avoid public appearances, because people might be suspicious.

Suddenly, she was staring at you with a frown.

“Hey, is this my favorite shirt?”

You blushed violently, caught off guard, thinking she wouldn't notice. "Yeah...", you stuttered. "I was missing you a lot, and I thought I could wear your shirt to have your scent closer to me and lessen the longing, who knows...", it was your turn to frown. "Why? Some problem? Did I get that ugly?”

“I think with the mask on, it’ll work a lot better,” Carson replied, her face serious and her brow furrowed. Seconds later, she was smiling and kissing you again, which made you understand that it was just a joke. “I'm kidding, baby. You don't look ugly even if you were wearing a watermelon around your neck. By the way, my shirt looked a lot better on you than it did on me, you know?”

Greta Gill

It happened in the same context between you and Carson. You were dating Greta and she was out for a game, the final. Knowing that girls would drink after they competed if they won, you knew that your girlfriend would be late and wouldn't be able to meet you.

But the longing was so much that you couldn't stand it. You had to wear a Greta T-shirt to assuage the urge to run after her so you could sleep better with her scent beside you.

When she opened the bedroom door to see if you were actually asleep, she was met with that adorable scene, and of course she recognized the shirt within the first few seconds.

Greta approached you and noticed your chest rising and falling, overcome with sleep. She smiled and pulled the blanket up to cover you completely so you wouldn't get cold.

"Sweet dreams, (Y\NN)...you can keep this shirt if you want", she whispered before leaving and closing the door again, a thousand times more in love with you.

Maxine Chapman

Max smiled at the sight of you getting on the bus, all dressed up and ready for the game you guys would have in another city. You sat next to her as usual and held her hands as she looked you right in the eye. Something was different about her girlfriend.

“There's something about you that doesn't feel right, (Y\N), what is it?”, she asked, still looking at your face.

You smiled, knowing what it would be, but you didn't really respond. "I don't know, what do you think, M?"

“Is it your hair?” she wanted to know. “My mom will kill you if you show up over the weekend with the shortest strands, you know that.”

You smiled again. “No, it's not my hair. Pay more attention, Max..."

She stared at you a few more times until she noticed, biting her lip in disbelief. “I can't believe it, you little thief! You stole my favorite shirt! That's why I wasn't finding it in the suitcase!”

Maybelle Fox

“(Y\N)!”

"Yes love?"

You came across a seemingly angry Maybelle. She was rummaging through her suitcase and had practically all of her clothes lying on the bed in the room she shared with Jo.

Her eyes widened when she noticed what you were wearing, and she walked over to you pushing you on the bed and grabbing you by the collar of your shirt. "How do you dare? I thought girlfriends were for making deals!”

“What did I do, May?” you asked, a little confused.

“Now, isn't it obvious? Look at yourself, honey!”, she smiled, running her fingers through the fabric of the shirt and using it as a form of teasing. “This shirt is mine, it was in my suitcase until yesterday!”

It was your eyes' turn to widen. “Oh, is that your shirt? I thought it was mine! I was wondering about the scent on her!”, you reached out to kiss Maybelle quickly. “Sorry, May, do you want me to take it off?”

She held you once more and smiled, her expression suggestive. “Oh no, honey, not now! You can keep it for now. I'll borrow yours then. Remember how you told me that I would be lucky in the next game if I used it?”

And Maybelle left you there alone, in bed, full of unanswered questions about her, your weird random good luck charms and without the shirt you loved to wear so much. But you loved her just the same, and that was what mattered in the end.

Jo de Luca

Honestly, Jo doesn't really care whether or not you're wearing her shirt, and she even likes to see you go out of her way to tease her, but of course, every now and then some teasing wouldn't be lacking.After all, your girlfriend is Jo de Luca, right?

“Are you wearing my shirt again, birdy? (A/N: I predict a lot of fights with Greta over that nickname, huh)”, she would come telling you, just for fun.

“Force of habit,” you would reply, shrugging your shoulders. "Why? Don't you like it when I wear your shirt, Jo? Say it, and I'll take it off in a minute..."

She smiled and walked over to you, reaching out and kissing the muck that rose when she reached out. “I love it,” Jo replied, kissing your lips afterwards. "But you lack muscles, baby, you'll never get Jo de Luca's muscles, even if you're wearing my shirt."

Lupe Garcia

“Wow, what is this I'm seeing with my own eyes? Díos mio!”

You turned around to face Lupe standing in the doorway staring at you too, and revealing your body in her favorite shirt. Your cheeks flushed and you replied, in a low tone. “Is there a problem, dear?”

Lupe cleared her throat, looked at you with her eyes closed and smiled, approaching your body and taking you by the waist. "The only problem here is that you get extremely hot when you're wearing my shirt, cariño."

Giving in to the teasing, you let Lupe kiss you and throw your back onto the bed, giving you a sly smile.

"But we both agreed that you'd be better off without her, right?"

(I BELIEVE IN DADDY LUPE’S SUPREMACY SORRY FOLKS)

Jess McCready

"Love? Jess?”

“(Y\N)! No! GET MY SHIRT OFF YOUR BODY NOW!”

You smiled at your girlfriend's cute moment. Jess was very attached to her favorite T-shirt, and she hated people wearing it without asking permission. Since she treated you normally, because she thought she had no reason not to, you were on those people's list.

“Love, I'm so sorry,” you paused at the door, peering through the crack open while Jess had her face turned away so she wouldn't face you. "I know you like this shirt, I'm taking it off now, a minute!"

Suddenly, you were pulled inside with tremendous force, and Jess smiled as she pinned you to the wall. “God, you're so cute!” she whispered, kissing you. “You can have my shirt, beautiful, I don't mind. I have decided that I’ll make an exception for you in this regard.”

You smiled and kissed her playfully. “Of course, Ms. McCready.”

“But just for you, okay?” Jess whispered, approaching the door and yelling, now in a very loud voice. “DID YOU HEAR YOU IDIOTS? ONLY MY GIRLFRIEND CAN WEAR MY FAVORITE T-SHIRT, IF I SEE SOMEONE WEARING MY FAVORITE T-SHIRT, I WILL KILL THAT PERSON! THIS IS NOT A THREAT!”

God, your girlfriend was one of the cutest people in the world.

Esti Gonzales

“(Y\NN), have you seen my shirt-”

Esti smiled at the sight of you wearing her favorite shirt. You turned to face her and were about to open your mouth to apologize when she said it, in slurred English. "Don't be sorry, (Y\NN), don't be sorry...you can have her."

"Are you sure? I can give it back to you if you want.”

She shook her head and hugged you, kissing your cheek. “You look cute with her. Besides, what's written on it really resonates with you, you know?”

Your eyes widened. The writing on the shirt was, of course, in Spanish, something you didn't quite master yet. It was getting better, actually. That was one of the perks when she was dating Esti.

"Sorry Esti, I don't know what is written..."

She smiled, giving him a wink before leaving the room. “Novia caliente, which naturally means 'hot girlfriend', something you really are...”

Shirley Cohen

“(Y\N)? What happened? Why are you running?”

You smiled, stopping to speak to Esti in the middle of the room. “Shirl saw me in her shirt, now she thinks I'm going to get a virus or something. You know, she's totally crazy..."

“I SERIOUSLY!” Shirley yelled from the stairs. "YOU CAN GET SICK!"

“You don't have a virus, love, don't worry!” you yelled back from where you were. Shirley went downstairs. “Besides, Beverly asked that all the girls' shirts be washed last week. Any germs that want to get in won't last two weeks with the fabric softener smell in here."

Shirley stared at you as you smiled and hugged her sideways. "Confess, you're jealous of your favorite shirt, that's all."

“I'M NOT JEALOUS, I'M JUST CAREFUL!”

#carson shaw x reader #lupe garcia x reader #greta gill x reader #esti gonzales x reader #shirley cohen x reader #maybelle fox x reader #jo de luca x reader #jess mccready x reader #max chapman x reader #a league of their own #aloto #lgbt #preference #romance #imagine #send me requests please #i'm obsessed with them

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bee6r · 2 years ago

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Bee's Masterlist

to join my taglist... just comment!

💖fluff ~ 💔angst ~ 🔥smut

~ I Don’t Feel Safe Anymore {Daryl Dixon x Reader} 💔

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

~ Wake Me Up {Daryl Dixon x Reader} 💔💖

~ Never Leave Me Alone {Daryl Dixon x Reader} 💔💖

~ How Could I Ever Stop Loving You? {Carl Grimes x Reader} 💖

~ When the Ship Goes Down 💖

Jess McCready - Lupe Garcia

~ Lupe Garcia Headcannons 💖

~ Jess McCready Headcannons 💖

~ Just a Girl at the Bar {Jess McCready x Reader} 💖🔥

Part One - Part Two

~ For Ever and Ever {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💖🔥

Part One - Part Two

~ Bruised but Not Broken {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💔💖

~ Nightmare {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💖

~ Coming Home {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💖

~ Will You Be Mine {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💖

~ Opposites Attract {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💖

~ Secret Lovers {Rafe Cameron x Reader} 💖

~ The Concert {Rafe Cameron x Reader} 💖

~ Gamer Boy {JJ Maybank x Reader} 🔥

~ Midnight Dances {John B Routledge x Reader} 💖

~ Rushed Reunion {Gally x Reader} 💖

Part One - Part Two - Part Three (COMING SOON)

~ Coffee and Heartbreak 💔

~ Kinky 🔥

~ Girlfriend

Part One 💖- Part Two 🔥

~ Masculine Girlfriend 💖

~ Swimming 💖

~ Jealousy 🔥

~ The Yacht 🔥

ALL BLURBS POSTED UNDER #BEES BLURBS

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beachbabey · 2 years ago

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I’m so smitten with Ana Blair, Lupe Garcia and Jess McCready

got me blushing, giggling, twirling my hair and kicking my feet

(Please link some x readers and help ur local lesbian)

#I’m so lesbian for them #a league of their own #aloto #jess mccready #lupe garcia #aloto 2022

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danicruel · 4 years ago

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🌷🌸 danicruel 🌼🌻

quick notes:

• This blog is 18+, as are most of my fics, so do not follow me or interact with my smutty/lemon posts if you are a minor. I will unashamedly block you.

• Please do not send me nsfw material or prompts, unless specifically requested. I used to take these kinds of “asks” and turn them into little blurbs back in the day, but I’m not interested in this anymore.

• My requests are closed, and likely will never be open again. Again, I used to take requests, but I’m not interested in doing so anymore.

• I do not look at my asks every day, so please don’t be offended if you don’t see me answering yours right away. Also, there’s no guarantee that I’ll answer your ask if I’m not into what you sent.

master list below the cutline:

The Last of Us 🍂🍃

Abby Anderson x Reader

Oh love, you're just scratching the surface | 6/6 chapters | angst / fluff / smut | You hurt on a run and Abby gets all protective and worried, and yes, it ends in you fucking.

Meet me in the hallway | 4/4 chapters | fluff / smut | Abby meets up with you at a bonfire and you wind up going back to your place.

As thick as thieves | One shot | fluff | Abby and you have your first kiss after wrestling with one another in an abandoned meadow.

A long way back home | 5/5 chapters | angst / fluff / smut | You return to Abby after being sent on a year-long mission. The surprise is that your group found Abby’s thought-to-be-dead dad and now they’re about to be reunited.

There’s something bad about to happen to me | One shot | angst / hurt & comfort | You and Abby get into a passionate argument after being assigned on a run together months after you broke up. You wind up kissing in an abandoned cottage’s overgrown garden.

Lead me from the dark | 3/3 chapters | fluff / smut | Years of longing and tension boil over during a power outage at the WLF stadium when Abby comes to comfort you.

Without a doubt | 2/2 chapters | fluff / smut | Abby comes knocking at your door late one night, complaining that she can’t sleep, and then suddenly she’s in your bed, giving you the eyes.

Hold me closer now | One shot | fluff | You wake up from a nightmare absolutely terrified. Good thing Abby’s sleeping just a few feet away.

A quick one before the eternal worm devours Seattle | One shot | smut | You’re on a morning patrol with Abby when a snow storm ambushes you. You hole up together in an abandoned little house.

Abby Anderson x Ellie Williams

Let me light you up | 2/2 chapters | smut / a little bit of angst | Amidst a brutal thunderstorm, Abby walks into the boat cabin to find Ellie waiting for her, instead of Owen. They fight and then fuck.

Oh, bite me | One shot | smut | Werewolf!Abby and Vampire!Ellie fight and fuck it out in Ellie’s vampire lair.

Only you, darling | 4/? chapters | smut | Ellie rescues Abby from a snowstorm, only to discover she’s the most attractive woman she’s ever seen. They keep each other warm in the log cabin Ellie’s holed up in.

Arcane 💜⚙️

Caitlyn x Vi

Making pretend | One shot | smut | Caitlyn and Vi try to put on a convincing show in the brothel when they spot Silco coming down the hall.

A League of Their Own ⚾️🎟️

Jess McCready x Lupe Garcia

Where the grass grows tall | 3/? chapters | fluff / smut | Lupe arrives at the McCready farm to shoe horses and work as a farm hand, never thinking she’s going to fall in love with her boss’s daughter.

#tlou #tlou2 #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby x reader #smut smut smut #fluffy feelings too #and a dash of angst #tlou smut #abby anderson smut #ao3 #ao3 fic #ellabs #ellie x abby #abby x ellie #abby/ellie #requests #hey look I wrote this #asks

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richincolor · 3 years ago

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New Releases

Happy early book birthday to the following books out this week:

Redemptor (Raybearer #2) by Jordan Ifueko [Out August 17] For the first time, an Empress Redemptor sits on Aritsar’s throne. To appease the sinister spirits of the dead, Tarisai must now anoint a council of her own, coming into her full power as a Raybearer. She must then descend into the Underworld, a sacrifice to end all future atrocities.

Tarisai is determined to survive. Or at least, that’s what she tells her increasingly distant circle of friends. Months into her shaky reign as empress, child spirits haunt her, demanding that she pay for past sins of the empire.

With the lives of her loved ones on the line, assassination attempts from unknown quarters, and a handsome new stranger she can’t quite trust . . . Tarisai fears the pressure may consume her. But in this finale to the Raybearer duology, Tarisai must learn whether to die for justice . . . or to live for it. [Image and summary via Goodreads]

(Me) Moth by Amber McBride [Out August 17] Moth has lost her family in an accident. Though she lives with her aunt, she feels alone and uprooted. Until she meets Sani, a boy who is also searching for his roots. If he knows more about where he comes from, maybe he’ll be able to understand his ongoing depression. And if Moth can help him feel grounded, then perhaps she too will discover the history she carries in her bones.

Moth and Sani take a road trip that has them chasing ghosts and searching for ancestors. The way each moves forward is surprising, powerful, and unforgettable. Here is an exquisite and uplifting novel about identity, first love, and the ways that our memories and our roots steer us through the universe. [Image and summary via Goodreads]

Cazadora (Wolves of No World #2) by Romina Garber [Out August 17] In Cazadora, the follow-up to Lobizona, Romina Garber continues to weave Argentine folklore and real-world issues into a haunting, fantastical, and romantic story that will reunite readers with Manu and her friends as they continue to fight for a better future. [Image and summary via Goodreads]

Empress of Flames (The Girl King, #2) by Mimi Yu [Out August 19] Princess Lu knows that the throne of the Empire of the First Flame rightfully belongs to her. After all, she is the late Emperor’s firstborn and has trained for the role all her life. And she can’t forget made a promise to shapeshifter Nok, the boy she came to love, to win justice for his now powerless people. But even with an army at her side, Lu will need to face down a major obstacle: the current sitting Empress, her once beloved younger sister, Min.

Princess Min used to live in Lu’s shadow. But now she can control a powerful, ancient magic, and she’s determined to use it to forge her own path and a strong future for the Empire, even if that means making enemies in court. But Min’s magic isn’t entirely under her control, and she must learn how to tame it before it consumes her . . . and the entire realm.

Lu and Min are set for a confrontation that can’t be stopped. But the Empire faces threats greater than their rivalry, and even if they choose to stand together, it could cost them both the throne-or their lives. [Image and summary via Goodreads]

The Upper World (The Upper World #1) by Femi Fadugba [Out August 19] ‘Believing is seeing, Esso . . .' Esso is running out of time and into trouble. When he discovers he has the ability to see glimpses of the future, he becomes haunted by a vision of a bullet fired in an alleyway with devastating consequences.

A generation later, fifteen-year-old Rhia is desperately searching for answers – and a catastrophic moment from the past holds the key to understanding the parents she never got to meet. Whether on the roads of South London or in the mysterious Upper World, Esso and Rhia’s fates must collide. And when they do, a race against the clock will become a race against time itself . . . [Image and summary via Goodreads]

Living Beyond Borders: Stories About Growing Up Mexican in America by Margarita Longoria [Out August 21] Twenty stand-alone short stories, essays, poems, and more from celebrated and award-winning authors make up this YA anthology that explores the Mexican American experience. With works by Francisco X. Stork, Guadalupe Garcia McCall, David Bowles, Rubén Degollado, e.E. Charlton-Trujillo, Diana López, Xavier Garza, Trinidad Gonzales, Alex Temblador, Aida Salazar, Lupe Ruiz-Flores, Sylvia Sanchez Garza, Dominic Carrillo, Angela Cervantes, Carolyn Dee Flores, René Saldaña Jr., Laura Perez, Justine Narro, Daniel García Ordáz, and Anna Meriano.

In this mixed-media collection of short stories, personal essays, poetry, and comics, this celebrated group of authors share the borders they have crossed, the struggles they have pushed through, and the two cultures they continue to navigate as Mexican American. Living Beyond Borders is at once an eye-opening, heart-wrenching, and hopeful love letter from the Mexican American community to today’s young readers. [Image and summary via Goodreads]

#ya lit #redemptor #cazadora #(me) moth #empress of flames #the upper world #living beyond borders

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omg a part 2 to blue moon pls perhaps with lupe smut, maybe ms holiday (love that thank u) goes to a game and some other girl (peach or other team) flirts with her and we get jealous lupe…………. hot

you are brilliant

rumor has it // lupe garcia

warning: 69’ing with lupe, jealousy, possessiveness, dirty talk, top!lupe

pairing: lupe garcia x fem reader

a/n: i wasn’t planning on writing a part 2 originally but i love everything about this so here we go (also i had to google baseball terms for this so if they’re incorrect forgive me)

anticipation radiated off of the crowd as the teams tied. it was the final inning of the game and the blue sox batter stepped up to home plate. you watched nervously as lupe prepared herself for her final pitch.

she placed her feet shoulder width apart winding up her arm, she then lifted her leg parallel to the ground extending her arm as far as she could, exerting all of her power on the baseball. it flew from her grasp and past the batter and straight into carson’s mitt, first strike.

a sudden burst of cheers came from the crowd but it was too early to celebrate. silence swept over the onlookers as lupe took her spot once again, repeating the same series of moves almost ritualistically.

she launched the ball and it soared through the air, the batter swung hard but to no avail and it landed into the mitt, second strike.

excitement poured out of you and the rest of the peaches as it came down to one last pitch, it was on lupe. frustrated, the batter stepped up once again bracing for the impact as hundreds of eyes landed on the pitcher.

taking a deep breath lupe reeled the ball in and with all of her strength sent it flying, faster than she’d ever have. it took even carson by surprise as she caught it losing her balance. the crowd erupted into cheers as the peaches took home yet another win.

you shot up joining along as lupe searched for you in the crowd, sending you a small grin before joining the rest of the peaches on the side. she was practically oozing with pride and part of it was because of you.

since your initial meeting at the bar the peaches— or more specifically lupe had been on a winning streak. her performance was better than ever before and most importantly she was happy.

after each game she’d make her way towards your apartment allowing a beautiful relationship to bloom between you— within the walls of your home that is. due to the risks the two of you made sure to limit the displays of affection to indoors, only going out when it was safe, which was rare.

however after enough convincing lupe gave in and you were able to finally watch your girlfriend in action. seeing lupe in the game she was an entirely different person and it left you to wonder what else there was to her.

dozens of people poured off from the stands as the game came to a close, leaving a few others and the teams. although it was completely safe, you made your way to the field, hoping to sneak just a few moments with lupe before going home— but she was nowhere to be found.

the longer you waited the more stares you drew from the blue sox, most of not all curious ones. the attention caused an uneasy feeling to fester inside of you and you were sure you’d made a grave mistake.

turning on your heel you began to make your way to the exit when you felt a soft, alarmingly gentle hand on your shoulder. when you whipped around it wasn’t lupe but a tall, slim blue sox player. she had curly blonde hair that fell at her shoulders and a wicked smirk.

“looking for someone?” she asked.

“i was, but i think i’m just gonna head out.”

her eyes ran over your body as she took a step closer. most of the players were distracted by this point but a few gazes remained, a certain pitcher being one of them.

“that’s too bad….this your first game?”

“that obvious?” you chuckled, nervously picking at the hem of your skirt.

the longer she held you under her gaze the more nervous you became, it was wrong but you didn’t know how to pull away, not without making things worse.

“sort of….you know i like to remember people’s faces in the crowd, especially the new ones.” she purred.

her voice dropped to a teasingly low tone as she stepped closer, drastically diminishing the distance between the two of you. her pupils burned with pure lust as they landed on your lips, setting your cheeks ablaze.

craning her head to the side she leaned into your neck, her breath gently fanning your ear.

“i can’t—“

“i’ve seen you sing at the bar downtown…rumor has it that you offer private shows from time to time.”

a sweltering heat buzzed underneath your skin as the blue sox player watched in amusement. a shit eating smirk spread across her lips as she watched you back away, calmly making a beeline towards the nearest exit.

before you could even make it towards the fence you noticed lupe standing just a few feet away with her arms crossed over her chest. to say she was livid was an understatement.

“lu!” you exclaimed, rushing towards her, “jesus, you won’t believe what just happened-“

yet before the details of your latest encounter could leave your mouth lupe had already walked away, not even sparing you a second glance. she stormed across the field into the peaches changing room, leaving you behind. dumbfounded, you stumbled into the room along with her.

“um…what the hell?”

an eerie silence filled the room as lupe refused to look at you, angrily pulling off her uniform. you stepped closer to her putting a gentle hand on her shoulder when she whipped around to face you, her skin a deep red.

“why are you here?” she barked, pointing an accusatory finger at you. her tone was hostile, a complete contrast to how she normally was with you.

“excuse me?”

rather than pulling away you held your position gazing into lupe’s fierce brown eyes— she was fuming. her fists were balled at her sides and her nose scrunched, causing tiny lines to form.

although she was doing her best to appear intimidating, you weren’t scared, more so intrigued. you’d never witnessed this side of lupe and for some reason it stirred something deep inside of you.

“you said you wanted to see me. then when i come looking for you i find you flirting with the blue sox pitcher,” she spat.

jealousy was laced in each and every word that left lupe’s mouth. the way she spoke of the blue sox pitcher and seeing you with her— it all read envy. your relationship had rarely ever been put to the test of outside influences. therefore experiencing it for the very first time sent lupe into a fit of jealousy that she had no way of containing, or so she thought.

“honey, i do wanna see you. what you saw- i promise it’s nothing.”

you brought your hand over to her cheek, cupping it in your palm to reassure her, but she wasn’t fully convinced. now, lupe didn’t doubt your ability to be faithful in fact it was the least of her worries. her biggest gripe was with the thought of someone else talking, touching or even thinking about you in the way that she did.

she saw it in the bar, the way both men and women flocked to you with their awful methods of flirting. they’d gawk at your body and gush over your singing just to win you over, but it rarely ever amounted to anything. however seeing fellow players have their shot with you was completely uncharted territory.

“you don’t believe me, do you?”

lupe remained silent but that alone was enough confirmation. it was becoming abundantly clear that words alone weren’t going to convince her. you wrapped your arms around her neck, ushering her closer as she felt your chest press against hers.

“what would it take….to convince you?”

lupe snuck her arm around your waist, her eyes burning with desire along with hundreds of possible ideas that ran through her mind. but she finally settled on one when her eyes landed on the wooden bench just a few feet away.

“i’d like to witness ms holiday in all her glory.” she teased, eyeing you up and down through your tight floral dress. her lips brushed against your neck sending a small buzz of pleasure to your skin, and with that you knew it wasn’t about singing.

she left behind a trail of small kisses up your neck, just enough pressure to tease you. you gripped onto her tightly as she made her way up, slipping a man’s underneath your dress.

you cupped her face in your hands, desperately kissing with lustful desire. remnants of tobacco lingered on her tongue but you ignored it, pushing yourself against her even more.

pulling away lupe helped you undo your dress, savoring each image of your body as you undressed. after you were fully naked you turned towards her, eagerly tearing off the rest of her remaining clothes.

she went to lay on the bench first, laying flat when she gestured for you to come closer. tentatively you walked towards her lower preparing to get on your knees when she stopped you.

“i want you up here, on my face.”

her words rushed straight to your core causing you to yearn for lupe more than ever. you positioned your legs on opposite sides of the bench hovering over her mouth. slowly you began to sink down, gasping at the warm wet contact of lupe’s tongue against your clit.

you clutched onto her thighs, leaning forward as she ran her tongue along your dripping pussy, relishing in every moan and whine she was able to draw from your lips.

“fuck….” you cried, gently circling your hips on her face. she wrapped her arms around your legs enticing you to come closer, pursing her lips upward with an extreme fervor. streams of pleasure raged through your body from your pussy, egging lupe on even more.

“you like that, holiday? like how i fuck you with my tongue.”

“oh—fuck—i love it,” you mewled.

she gradually tightened her grip on you, giving you no room to run. she sloppily ran her tongue around your clit, sucking it into her mouth before moving on to your dripping hole. freeing one hand, she spat on her index finger before slipping it inside. together, she wrapped her tongue along the sensitive flesh, curving her finger to awaken your g-spot.

writhing above lupe, you could hardly contain yourself. your back slowly began to give, causing you to lean forward, just a few inches from lupe’s own heat. to preoccupied with your pleasure to notice this her pace weakened. the once fast flicks of her tongue dampened to tauntingly slow flicks that left you craving more.

without hesitation began to place deep kisses over lupe’s clit, sending a shiver up her spine.

“shit—y/n….keep going.”

she parted her legs a bit further enticing you to delve in further as did she. she wrapped her lips around your sensitive core, swirling her tongue along your folds, forcing you to moan into her pussy. the sweet vibrations of your mouth on her sent lupe into oblivion as she held onto for dear life.

your legs began to shake in her grasp, leading her pride to surge with each cry and obscenity that fell from your soft lips. she adored the sight of you unraveling, clinging onto lupe as if she was your whole word. it was further confirmation you were hers.

“want you to come all over my face— i wanna taste every part of you,” she groaned.

“lu, i’m so close—more, more, please.”

hungrily, you lapped up her fluids paying extra attention to her delicate nub. however, it grew increasingly more difficult to stay focused as her fingers toyed with your g-spot bringing you closer to a splintering high. lupe could feel it, how you wrapped around her fingers so deliciously and sloppy each movement of your tongue, you were moments away from an orgasm taking her along with you.

the insatiable ache between her legs rapidly built as she fueled yours. your pleas became more incoherent by the second, and lupe’s muffled by your core. she could feel herself losing control as your body went still above her. a shattering feeling rippled through your body, causing you to write helplessly against lupe. reeling from her own orgasm she pressed deep kisses into your thighs, soothing you.

“you did so good, baby,” she cooed.

with the last bit of strength left you shifted away from her face lying lifelessly on the wooden bench. she moved towards you, gazing at your sweat covered face.

“do you believe me now?”

“mh, of course.” she grinned, swinging an arm around you as you leaned in closer.

“why is that?”

lupe trusted you, therefore it was never a question of loyalty she just simply needed reassurance. and both of you found that sex was a more pleasurable way of doing so. one where she was able to have you all to herself, which was something she wasn’t afforded at the bar or even on the field.

she smirked, “well for one, you can’t fake sounds like that. two, i’m the one that got the private show… so i guess the rumor is true.”

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minnie-marvel · 7 years ago

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Ice Cream Run (Peter Parker x Reader)

When you catch Peter outside your apartment nearly in tears and wearing what looks like a ridiculous pajama set, you decide that there can only be two people that could help him: two buddies named Ben and Jerry.

Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 1342

A/N: i literally named this gif i saved ‘DON’T YELL AT HIM YOU MONSTER

This was a request from my beautiful, spectacular, sickeningly sweet @holland-haven SHE JUST RECENTLY WROTE ME A REALLY CUTE SPIDERMAN FIC CALLED S’MORES BY STARLIGHT!!! Check it out yall!!

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Peter Parker was left on the street with nothing but the cheap tourist clothes that hung on his body. He stared at the grimy concrete sidewalk that was covered in gum and old papers. Tears threatening to leak out of his eyes, stinging and watering all at once. He felt his teeth clench together and his lips press tightly, trying to hold himself back. He suddenly looked up from the ground, mentally readying himself to step inside and make sure May didn’t murder him on top of everything else that he’d lost today.

You were sitting on your apartment steps just a building over, your lips parted only slightly threatening to call out to him. That was Peter, wasn’t it? You two didn’t go to the same school together because Peter was practically a genius and you were just average but you were neighbors. When you were younger you’d practically force him to play some sort of ridiculous game that you would make up on the spot constantly, but ever since middle school things had just gotten distant. You didn’t let it bother you, after all, this was all just hormones. Peter had gotten super busy with his new school and his Stark internship so since then you just hadn’t seen him around. But now he was practically screaming for help.

He looked upset… maybe you should just leave him be. It had been so long since you two had talked it was probably going to end up super awkward. But goodness… that look on his face. It was as if someone just tossed their puppy out in the backyard for the night for chewing their shoes. He just didn’t deserve to look that sad.

“Hey, Parker!” You shouted from the steps causing his neck to snap towards you his entire body jerking in surprise.

“Oh Y/N… what’s going on?” He asked sniffling himself quickly trying to regain his composure so that he could speak to you like a normal human being.

“I’m bored out of my mind!! Come on let's go on a snack run!” You encouraged jumping off your steps. Now that you were closer, you could clearly see his red eyes probably fresh from crying.

“I don’t know, I should probably get back to Aunt May… she’s waiting for me and she’s already worried enough,” You saw him look up at his apartment window glumly.

You bit your lip. “It’ll be quick I promise,” You said sincerely. “I just wanna talk you know? We never see each other anymore,”

He took one last sad glance at the window before turning back to you. “Just for a few minutes alright? I really have to get back to May,” he said. You nodded beginning to walk to the corner. “That’s all I need.”

The first minute of your walk was left in complete silence. Maybe Peter needed that too, a moment to collect himself before he could have the chance to cry again.

“Okay Parker, you know that we’re friends but I’ve gotta ask,” You said motioning to his hello kitty pajama pants. “What the heck happened to you?”

“It’s… a long story…” Peter said through tight lips before taking the lead across the street to head closer to the bodega. You nodded. Obviously, this was going to be harder than you initially thought.

“How’s genius school huh? I bet you’re like the top student there nerdface,” Did you really just call him nerdface??? When he was crying like two seconds earlier??? Goddamnit Y/N, have some respect for the kid!

“It's fine but….” He heaved a heavy sigh. “Nevermind.”

“What? No!” You shouted taking him by the arm. “Parker… I know this is like super weird and awkward because we don’t see each other often and I’m not a super genius like you but…I can at least tell when someone’s got something important on their mind.” You looked up at him trying not to let yourself cry at the sight of his own tears.

He looked like he was the complete epitome of sad. The skin around his nose and eyes were blotchy and red his eyes were still practically watering. His posture was slacked as if he didn’t care if he got run over, hands stuffed in his pockets and back slouched. His hair was a mess and you thought you saw some slight bruises on his arms.

“You’re not getting bullied again are you…?!” You asked the realization setting in. “Did someone force you into that?! Oh god, Peter should I call the police?? I bet it was that one kid… what’s his name Ftalz?? Farts??? Whoever that little shit is I’m gonna roll up into mid-tech and lay waste to his skinny ass-“

“God Y/N, I lost the internship with Stark!!!!” He shouted finally running his hands through his hair in a craze. He tugged at it quickly sucking in sharp loud breaths trying not to break out in another sob fest. “Is that what you wanted to hear?? You happy that you have me all figured out?!” He screamed now. You could feel the bitterness of his words in every sentence. You saw that there wasn’t any real anger behind him although…just…sadness.

“Hey hey hey….” You said suddenly softer than ever. “I’m sorry Parker I just… shit. I know I can be a busybody, I just wanted to make sure you were good…” You muttered. You stood in front of the bodega with him the pale blue flickering lights scattering across your faces while the night continued quietly. Everything felt delicate and intimate, and you knew that you needed to be careful at the moment.

“Let’s get some snacks and then if you want, we can talk about it?” You pulled him into the store with you heading straight for the ice box that sat in the corner of the building. You slid the box open and fished inside your fingers dancing across each cold treat with a bit of excitement. If ice cream didn’t cheer up Peter you didn’t know what would.

“They’ve got Cherry Garcia,” you coaxed shaking the ice cream tub gently in front of his face. He only gave you a nod looking around the store seeming lost. You grabbed a tub of cookies and milk ice cream before paying for your sweet icy treat.

“Let’s just chill out and eat some ice cream okay? Nothing a good ole tub of Ben and Jerry’s cant solve!”

The two of you walked out of the store and you handed him his Cherry Garcia. He slowly took it in his hands staring at the small offering before speaking up.

“Listen Y/N… I’m sorry if I was out of line it’s just….its been a hard day.” He confessed. The ice cream was cold almost to the point where it stung at the tips of his fingers but he only clenched it tighter. “With the internship gone I just…”

“Hey,” you interrupted him as you walked together. “I know this is probably a lot for you to handle right now Parker… I just, I want you to know that even though I’m not with you twenty-four seven… that I’m here for you, you know?” You felt your feet stop in front of your respective buildings.

“You don’t have to tell me anything about what happened today if it hurts too much. I mean the wound is still fresh after all,” You shrugged. You felt his expression relax only a twinge. It was obvious that trying to explain everything was a huge stress to his demeanor.

“Thanks, Y/N… for everything.” He said lifting his tub of ice cream in front of him as if he were to say cheers.

“I should probably just… head into my apartment before Aunt May murders me but… really,” He turned back at you again the sincerity in his gaze could have melted the ice cream in your hands. “Thank you.”

“No problem Parker,”You felt yourself smile. “And hey, if your aunt doesn’t kill you after whatever happened you should swing by the steps and we can properly have our little ice cream date!” You snickered heading up the building stairs.

“Yeah, thanks Y/N… w-wait date???”

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