#of course i love my grandpa and want him happy and such but damn...

[crownedinmarigolds]

I despise despise despise when family just assumes I will draw something for them or for another family member out of the goodness of my heart. Like I of course love gifting art or whatever, but I don't know how anyone can listen to me saying "my day is 100% full, I have a full time job, a husband and daughter I spend time with, and I draw commissions in my limited free time" and then just assume I can give out free art out of nowhere. I'm sorry - I cannot cheerfully accept drawing hyper-detailed emotional art pieces with my current schedule without incentive to do so. I have a very organized schedule I adhere to. "You should do it because he loves you!" I'm sorry - fuck off with that. I love him so much too but I am BUSY and he himself isn't even asking me this is you basically asking for a free commission for him. I know it makes me sound like a big jerk who isn't grateful or whatever but I am so busy and they don't even bother offering to pay me at all.

[caprisunnydays]

Stardew Valley x Reader Bachelor Headcanons

Alex

Before you and Alex got together, you probably became long time friends

He was def like "damn they hot" but then when it became more than just that he was like "DAMN THEY'RE HOT"

It's been a bit since he's felt those silly little butterflies, it genuinely makes him nervous

Que him leaning against a wall like "Hey bbg" but he's sweating bullets

After his confession, he feels much better, and the nervous air that only you could really pick up on has disappeared

Very PDA, arm is always around you, probably not in the back pocket but if he's tipsy enough then boom it appears

Insists on going in the mines with you but saw a slime and wanted to dip so bad but you protected him <3

"Heh...I totally wasn't scared. Don't worry babe I'll protect you" nah boy

He feels his heart melt every time he sees you and Evelyn baking together, or her just acting like your grandma

Even George has become a grandpa figure, giving advice with alex or general things

Alex is secretly insecure about himself, but with you, he finds room to grow as a person and find that those worries are unwarranted

Though he doesn't say it often, you make him feel seen, and he truly appreciates that

Elliot

(Personal fav right now so I'm about to go OFF)

If you picked romance for his book he's imagining you both as the main characters

Not a complete parallel because he's like "can't be creepy" but a teensy bit

Speaking of "can't be creepy" he has written multiple sonnets about you since realizing his feelings

Unlike some of the other bachelors, he embraces his feelings more, using his passion to inspire his writing and other endeavors

Heavy on the gifts and courting stuff

Gives you love poems at least once a week he has so many piled up but he doesn't wanna go overboard

Says the sappiest things all the time with this love struck look in his eyes

PRETTIEST MANNNNN

Words of affirmation kinda guy, he's poetic like that

Leah pokes at him for being a simp but mans could not care less he's proud

Picks out pretty sea shells that wash up on the shore and gives them to you, and they're always intact!

Big fan of the flower dance and looks forward to getting to dance with you in front of the entire town! maybe your worst nightmare but he's just happy to show you off (and his dancing skills lol)

Speaking of which, mans is gonna teach you how to waltz and a bunch of other old timey dances

At some point he WILL show up in the pouring rain to profess his love, or give you flowers, or both

You're like "Elliot we're literally dating was this necessary and he's like "OF COURSE MY DEAR"

He'd love heartstopper

Harvey

Insert too sweet by Hozier

Silly little doctor guy tries to avoid you but can't help but be drawn to you

He sees you running around doing your daily tasks, and just watches you from afar from the window of the doctor's office

Maru notices and tells you to come in sometime cuz her boss ain't gonna get nowhere by himself

When you start coming in more often he can feel himself die of embarrassment when he fails to make interesting conversation

Is very worried about your health though and fusses when you pass out in the mines/street

He gets even more adamant about you taking care of yourself once he's confessed

Way less nervous though!

Looks at you with adoration eyes when you do anything

Tipsy Harvey is a cute Harvey because he starts spilling his guts on how often he thinks of you

Whenever you're not busy with work he appreciates you stopping by the office, just to talk about both of your days

He yaps to everyone about you btw

Doesn't mean to but when someone brings you up he's like "oh yes me and my partner love to-" or "my partner loves-" etc etc

I used to not be a fan but he's such a sweetiepie

Sam

"I just love a guy who plays guitar <3" - u @Sam

That's it

I JEST

Originally he's like "hey come and hang out with me, Sebastian, and Abigail"

Then you start coming over and it's just you both alone

He's not creepy about it, just wants to spend time with you one on one

Loves showing you the songs he works on and if you want he'll show you how to play guitar too!

He's also happy with how well you get along with Jodi, always trying to get you both to bond, it makes him feel nice that you feel like you're apart of the family

Once y'all are together he does sneak you in anytime he gets the chance

He'll text you like "come over" You : I've gotta be up at 6am Him : "PLZPLZPLZPLZ-"

OG golden retriever bf

You both go shopping at Joja at 3am for fun and goof off

Or go run around in the forest taking aesthetically pleasing pintrest photos

Sebastian

You can't tell me he's not an arctic monkeys kinda guy so insert R U Mine? By Arctic Monkeys

It took him time to warm up to you

When he did you became one of the few people he could hang out with after a long day of socializing and not feel drained around

I can see him doing things that aren't always super platonic and thinking he wants to do them because

"Platonically" holding your hand, cuddling, etc

At town events he stands all close to you, complaining about how much he hates it, but showing disappointment when you mention leaving

Everyone's like are y'all dating and he goes NO way too fast

When you both finally ARE together though he's actually much less affectionate and public, but it doubles when you're in the comfort of his basement room

Finds the most joy in keeping you trapped in his bed with him until noon when you say you should be working on your farm

Especially in the colder months, then you can also share his mom's pumpkin soup

He's almost catlike with his affection

Another guy you run around and take aesthetically pleasing pintrest photos with, but his are more grunge esk

"Accidentally" leaves his hoodies at your place but he likes seeing you in em

I imagine that the characters have those closets filled with the same outfit, so when you try and give him his stuff back he goes "nah" and whips out his 100th hoodie

Shane

PACK IT UP SAVIOUR COMPLEX I mean what who said that

After you rescue him from the depths of his depressive alcoholism, he feels guilty for having feelings for you

Part of it is because he's like "fuck do I actually like them or is it just cuz they basically saved my life" and partly because it feels painfully stereotypical

Not a lot changes, though he is a lot more open to you then he is with other people, even with Marnie

Helps out with your chickens when he has free time

Talks to them about his problems and once you almost walked in on him ranting about his feelings for you (bro was shook)

But once he's confessed, well, he's still insecure about some things, but accepts your help with stride

Jealous easily, but tries not to show it

Acts of service kinda guy, so if you need him to run an errand while you're swamped with farm work? He's on it

Pulls up to your farm with a bunch of snacks and a bag full of movies for you to pick from

He sets it up while you take a shower to wash all the grime and dirt off from a days work so you can just come and cozy up on the couch with him

You're also basically besties with Jas, such a sweet girl, always asks you to play jump rope with her

You both go "say no to drugs" to her l o l

Marnie is also now your bestie so even when she's not working you can get stuff from the shop #WIN

I loooooove stardew valley it's so cool so great

[madhatterbri]

Daddy | D.P.

Summary: I was wondering if i could request a reader calling Damian Daddy during Thanksgiving dinner or while handing out presents to everyone on Christmas? 18+.

Author's Note: Starts with smut to kind of set the "omg how embarrassing would it be if you said that in front of your dad," mood. Also, I wanted to write smut. 😂🤣

Happy Monday Night RAW, babes. ❤️

Requested by: @eringobragh420

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Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @mrsarcherofinfamy @terrortwinunicorn @brideofinfamy @miss-kuki-nz @hotwheels1108 @new-zealand-chic @magicalbuttertarts @keytothewardy

As always, requests are open! Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist. ❤️

Y/N's knees were bent close to the side of the bed. Hands gripped the sheets below her. Her face laid against a pillow. Eyes partially rolled back in ecstasy.

Damian thrusted inside of her. His fingers wrapped around her waist. The tips of two of his fingers played with her clit. He cursed as she tightened around him.

"You quiet tonight," the New York accent noticed.

She blushed darkly. They were staying at a hotel for a few days. Thanksgiving was the next day, and they had plans to see her family. Y/N didn't want to wake up the neighbors.

"That simply won't do. I want them to know who makes you feel this good,"

"Y-you do," she stammered weakly.

"I need more than that," he told her flatly.

Damian pulled out much to her dismay. He arched her back. When he thrusted back in, he went deeper. His fingers toyed with her bundle of nerves. "Who makes you feel like this?"

"Damian," she moaned louder.

Still not content with her answer, he pulled back just enough so that only the head of his dick was inside of her. Damian thrusted forward roughly. The bed under them scraped loudly against the floor.

Y/N clenched around him. "Daddy!"

"That's my good girl,"

When they finished, Damian took care of her. He slid under the covers with her and kissed her temple. She laid her head on his chest. His heartbeat started to cause her to fall asleep.

A chuckle of his caused her to stir a little. "Make sure not to say that at the dinner table tomorrow. That would be something. How embarrassing,"

She hummed in agreement and fell asleep.

🦃

Y/N's parents loved Damian. He was a good man who was madly in love with their daughter. What wasn't there to like? They invited him to Thanksgiving dinner when they first met him months ago.

After saying grace at the table, they decided to dig in. Her nieces and nephews sat around Damian at the table. They wanted to ask him all the questions about working as a wrestler.

"Alright, guys, enough. Let Damian eat, and then he will answer all your questions," Y/N told them. The kids complained but obliged to her request. Damian whispered a 'thank you' to her.

"Of course. Can you please pass the mashed potatoes, Daddy? Those are my favorite,"

The chatter at the table stopped. Utensils clicked against the dishes. Damian was motionless at Y/N's slip up. The bowl of mashed potatoes rested in his hands. She didn't seem to notice her own mistake.

"Oh, thanks, babe," she smiled. "These are my grandma's recipes. The absolute best mashed potatoes you will ever have,"

Y/N finally noticed the family staring at her in shock.

"Damn sis," one of her siblings laughed. "I didn't know you were like that now,"

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked.

Before anyone could answer, her youngest niece beat them to the punch. "Mommy, I thought that Grandpa was her daddy. Is that man her daddy now?"

The table erupted in laughter. Y/N and Damian blushed.

"I guess at certain times they are," Y/N's brother answered. The table laughed again. Even her father chuckled some as he cut the slice of turkey on his plate.

Damian and Y/N looked at each other with a blush. They knew they were going to hear this story for the rest of the lives.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Bad Blood

Evan “Buck” Buckley x fem!reader

summary: tension rises as you have dinner with the Buckleys

word count: 1.6k

part one part two part three part four part five

“I’m not mad at you,” Bobby said after taking a sip from his coffee. You and Buck were sitting across from him and Athena because they had insisted that they needed to talk to the both of you. You all sat for twenty minutes, not a single word uttered while you and Buck held onto each other’s hands for dear life.

With the your recovery, there hasn’t really been time to talk to Bobby about the baby and all three of you had just now had time to spare to have a whole conversation. You were very nervous, but you were hoping that he would be happy for you.

“You’re not?” Buck asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Of course I’m not,” Bobby responded with a laugh. “You two are adults and in fact, I couldn’t be happier.“

“Do you want to see the sonogram?” You asked, holding the thing in your free hand.

“I’d love to see the sonogram,” he smiled and you didn’t miss the tears welling up in his eyes. You handed the small photo to him and both him and Athena leaned together to look at it, both of them crying.

“It’s a girl,” you told them and Bobby wiped his tears.

“A girl,” he repeated.

“And Buck and I talked it over and we want her to call you grandma and grandpa.”

“But I’m not-”

“For all the reasons that count, Bobby, yes you are. You were there for me when my dad wasn’t and I want you to be in her life just as much as you have been in mine. And Athena, I know we haven’t known each other for very long, but you took me in when I was going through a hard time. You insisted that I stay here while I recover from my accident and I will forever be grateful. And I would love nothing more than for our little girl to call you her grandmother.”

“Damn it, now I’m crying,” Athena laughed before grabbing a napkin from the center of the table. “I will wear that title proudly.”

“Have you told the Buckley’s yet?”

“No,” Buck replied. “We’re going over there tonight.” And you had been dreading it. Knowing what you did about his relationship with his parents, you weren’t exactly excited to meet them, let alone tell them that you were having Buck’s baby.

“Actually, we should probably head out now,” you said. “Don’t want to be late.” The restaurant was over an hour away and there was no way that you were going to show up late and make a bad first impression.

“Well, we wish you luck,” Bobby replied.

“If they give you any grief. Tell them that I’m a cop,” Athena winked.

The car ride was nothing but silent on the way to the restaurant. Music was playing on a low volume, but all you could think about was how nervous you were. Your hands were shaking and all you wanted to do was tell Buck to turn around.

Chimney and Maddie were going to be there for support, so at least there was that. Maddie was the one who offered to be the buffer since she knew that tension was going to be high. You just knew that as soon as you said the words that all hell would break loose and you were terrified that they weren’t going to have a single nice thing to say.

He pushed your chair into the restaurant with Maddie and Chimney in tow and Maddie grabbed hold of your hand, giving it a squeeze before pulling Chimney along to the table where her parents had already been sitting.

They both stood to hug Maddie and Chimney, leaving Buck for last and you could feel the tension rise as they hadn’t even acknowledged you. Buck pushed your chair up to the table and gave your shoulders a reassuring squeeze before sitting to your left, taking your hand and holding it for comfort.

“Evan, who’s this?” Margaret asked, gesturing towards you. “I wasn’t aware that we were having any guests.” Buck couldn’t figure out whether or not his mother was being rude or had genuinely forgotten the whole reason for the dinner which was so that her and Phillip could meet you.

“And where is Jee-Yun?” Phillip asked.

“She’s with the sitter tonight,” Maddie replied, resisting the urge to call them out for their behavior. She knew that if she had, it would have caused a scene and she really didn’t want to embarrass you.

“This is y/n,” Buck spoke up. “She’s my girlfriend.” Both of them widened their eyes. They have never met any of his girlfriends since he seemed to move on so quickly.

“Well, let’s hope this one sticks, hm?” Margaret replied as she put her napkin in her lap.

You sat there quietly, unsure of what to say. How was it worse than you thought it was going to be? How were they even more horrible than Buck and Maddie had described? You hadn’t even ordered drinks and it was already ruined. And you couldn’t even get drunk to act like it wasn’t even happening.

A waiter came by to take drink orders and you panicked when everyone was ordering alcohol. You were going to look suspicious if you hadn’t ordered anything and you certainly didn’t want to tell them about the baby now. You had a sneaking suspicion that it wouldn’t end well.

“And for you?” The waiter gestured to you and your mind went blank, your usual drink order suddenly leaving your head.

“She’ll have a water,” Buck ordered for you and you noticed Phillip eyeing you. Your face felt hot and you quickly glanced at the front door, imagining yourself fleeing the scene, no longer wanting to be apart of whatever was going on.

The waiter fled to the kitchen to retrieve your drinks and the Buckley’s turned to you, finally giving you their attention. You felt like you were in an interrogation room with how intensely they were staring you down.

“So, y/n,” Phillip spoke. “What do you do for work?”

“I’m a labor and delivery nurse.”

“Very interesting. I bet that pays very well.”

“I mean, yes, the money is nice, but I really love what I do. I love being a part of bringing new life into the world.”

“So, what’s with the wheelchair?” Margaret asked and you were caught off guard by the sudden subject change.

“Oh, I was in an accident a few weeks ago and broke my leg pretty badly.”

“Evan, why didn’t you tell us that your girlfriend was in an accident?”

“Don’t really tell you much of anything these days,” you mumbled. “I was a little preoccupied with taking care of her. Sorry.”

“Any other news you’ve been keeping from us?” It was almost as if they already knew about the baby and were just waiting for one of you to bring it up.

“Actually,” Buck gave your hand a squeeze. “Y/n and I are having a baby.” You could see his parents’ faces turn white as sheets.

“A real one this time? This one’s actually yours?” That was the final straw. Buck had told you all about being a sperm donor and you really admired that he had done something so selfless to help one of his friends. And now here his parents were discrediting something that he had done just because they didn't agree with it.

“Yes,” you nodded. “Buck is the father and he’s going to be a great one. Something you’d know nothing about.” Maybe your words a bit harsh, but you didn't care. You loved Buck and were going to defend him with everything you were.

“Excuse me?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

"You're excused," you told him.

"A child out of wedlock?" Margaret asked. "Are you going to at least get married?"

"We haven't discussed it, but if we do, trust me, neither of you will be invited," you glared as you pushed your chair away from the table and turned towards the door. Buck was quick to follow, standing up from the table and giving his parents a glare.

"We are very disappointed in you."

"Well, the feeling is mutual."

He then grabbed hold of your chair and pushed you towards the exit of the restaurant, both of you filled with rage. You knew that it was going to be bad, but clearly you had underestimated just how mean they could be.

Once you got outside, Buck rolled you to the car and squatted in front of you, wiping away the tears that you hadn't even realized had fallen. He then pressed a kiss to your lips before helping you into the passenger seat, grabbing hold of your hand as soon as he got into his, pressing a kiss to it, knowing that if you didn't have anyone, at least you had each other and your daughter.

Everyone else seemed to be happy for you, so why couldn't they? What made them think that they were better than everyone? They had been happy for Chimney and Maddie, so why was Buck any different? Maybe it was because all they ever saw him as was spare parts for his brother and when they lost Daniel, the realized that they just had another son for no reason.

Well, if they were going to treat you both like garbage, then maybe they just weren't allowed to see your baby. If they couldn't accept you both for what you were, then they just weren't going to be in your daughter's life at all, because clearly they didn't think either of you were fit to be parents. Well, you were going to prove them very wrong and show them just how great the two of you could be.

[bokutosbiceps]

ten years later

monkey d garp x afab!reader | fluff + smut | ~2.4k words

warnings: SPOILER ALERT FOR MARINEFORD, suggestive themes + smut throughout !! use of daddy/baby girl, blow jobs, vaginal sex, hair pulling, dirty talk, cum trapping, creampie

a/n: everyone stfu okay i KNOW he’s 78 yo but HOT DAMN this grandpa could rUIN MY SHIT. RUIN IT. idgaf. anyways, happy birthday to my favorite sugar daddy 🥳😍🤤

18+ MDNI

you had first met garp when he had dragged luffy from windmill village. you had seen an angry man, pinching the rubber cheek of the town’s notorious future king of the pirates and taking the child off to the mountains. everyone was giggling at the banter of the two as they set on the path to the mountains, but you were just staring at the broad back of the silver haired man.

“who's that?” you had whispered to makino. she just giggled at you.

“that’s garp, he's luffy’s grandfather and a vice admiral in the marines.”

you cocked your eyebrow in disbelief, watching as garp argued with luffy like he was also seven years old. you chuckled.

“that man’s a vice admiral in the marines?”

you were fascinated and a bit smitten with him. the silver hair on his head ending in a pointed widow’s peak on his forehead, shaggy hair of the same color above and below his lips, and his broad shoulders and chest. you were young, an adult but still young, and he clearly wasn't. 

nonetheless, you had waited for him to come back down from the mountain, watching the docks for his return everyday after he ascended the mountain. your patience had been fruitful, and you had run out to meet garp as he was untethering a smaller fishing boat from the docks. he had a bag with him.

“where's luffy?” you had asked breathlessly, your hair wind whipped from the way you ran. garp looked up at you with an amused grin, straightening himself to tower over you.

“dropped him off with some friends, they'll take care of him.” garp looked you up and down. “you know him?”

“of course, everyone in town knows him.” you grin back. “though, right now, i'm more interested in getting to know his grandpa.”

garp’s eyebrows rose in smug surprise. “me?” he stepped off the fishing boat, the wood creaking in protest beneath his weight as he stepped onto the deck to get a closer look at you. “and why’s a pretty young thing like you wanting to get to know an old man like me?”

the way garp had looked at you that day made you confess everything to him. you offered him your house, your bed, your body, whatever he wanted whenever he came back to windmill village. he had just laughed loudly, patting your head with a huge grin on his face.

“wait ten years,” he had told you, “and if you're still interested, I'll show you a good time.”

everyone is silent. the mountain bandit who had raised luffy and ace is unleashing her anger on garp and makino is standing beside you as you both watch in horror. the man you had come to know and love is sitting and taking it, a shameful look on his face.

eventually, makino steps in to split up the fight and you grab garp’s hand and take him to your home, a place he had visited many times over the past ten years. but only for food or drink or conversation, or even an overnight stay on your couch. 

garp is passive as you drag him to your living room and sit him down on the couch. you ruminate on what he had done, why everyone is mad at him, all while you make some tea for the both of you. you cover the bottom of garp’s cup with honey, just like you knew he loves it, and hand the steaming cup to him.

after a while, he speaks. “you're not mad at me?” he asks quietly, rubbing his fingers over the tea cup. 

you purse your lips and think for a moment. “don't get me wrong, i miss ace already but…” you sit next to him on the couch and venture to rest your head on his shoulder. “i also know how much you love him, and how hard it must’ve been on you… to be torn between your family and your duty like that.” you sigh and wrap your fingers around his thick forearm. “but after all these years, i could never stay mad at you.”

garp grunts and sets his tea down onto your coffee table, craning his neck to look at you. you give him a reassuring smile and the corner of his mouth quirks up in response. “ten years, actually.”

“what?”

“it's been ten years.” the roughness of garp’s palm meets the heat of your cheek and he shifts just slightly so that his lips are right in front of yours. “i know it's a weird time to ask this but...do ya still feel the same way you did ten years ago? do ya still want an old man like me?”

all you can do is utter the beginning of your confirmation before garp’s mustache is scratching against your upper lip. his lips are rough and heavy against yours, and he immediately pulls you into his lap. your hands immediately find purchase on garp’s cut jaw as you allow him to dominate your lips.

after getting your first taste of the weathered vice admiral, you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. you keep your lips pressed to his as your hands reach for his waist and fumble with his belt buckle, successfully undoing it and popping open the button of his pants. 

garp chuckles against your lips and wraps your hair in his fist, pulling your head back and away from him. “why so eager, baby girl?” he slides the heel of his hand against your waist and squeezes the plush flesh there.

“you made me wait ten years…” you pant, your eyes glazed over with lust and desire and need that makes garp’s cock twitch in his underwear. the corner of his mouth curls downward as he thinks for a moment.

it’s been a while since he’d been intimate with anyone, let alone a pretty and eager young thing like you. so before he can talk himself out of it, he grabs you by the back of your neck and brings you to his lips again. he growls softly as he feels your nimble fingers working at the buttons of his shirts and then smooth over his broad chest sprinkled with grey hairs. 

he holds your hips down to his own tightly, grinding up against you to feel that delicious friction he’d wanted to feel with you for so long. you break away from his lips, moving your lips to his ear and nibbling at the skin just below it. you press messy, open mouthed kisses down his neck and chest.

garp lets his grip on your hips loosen as you push his shirt off his shoulders and keep kissing your way down his body, stopping at the hem of his underwear. you pull at the elastic with your teeth and look up at him. “c-can i taste you, daddy?” you ask shyly, a bit of drool leaking out of the corner of your mouth.

garp swallows thickly, reaching down to rub his thumb across your bottom lip then open your mouth. yeah, he’s not gonna be able to hold himself back.

“daddy, eh?” garp lets out a belly laugh, making you pout up at him. you were getting impatient, so you tentatively pulled his underwear down just enough to release him. the heaviness of his cock prevented the tip from slapping against his belly, and droplets of his pre cum sprayed across your face. you lick your lips and kneel on the ground before him, licking one long stripe up from his base to his tip. garp bucks against your lips involuntarily, angling his head down to watch you kiss and lick at his erection. 

he grits his teeth and wraps your hair in his fist again, making you look up at him. “you’re sure about this ain’t’cha?”

“very. have been for the past ten years.” you say hurriedly, looking up at the vice admiral with pleading eyes. garp watches the way you’re clenching your thighs together, and he can’t help but notice the little bit of his precum dripping down your chin.

“well, if ya want it so bad, go ahead and take it.” garp grunts, pushing the back of your head down so his weeping tip pokes the back of your throat. you open your eyes and notice he’s barely halfway in your mouth, so you squeeze your eyes shut once more and inhale deeply as you try to press your nose to his pelvis. garp lets out a deep moan, letting his hand rest on the back of your head but no longer pushing down. “that’s it, baby girl, suck like you mean it…”

garp’s hips snap up to meet your lips as you suck him off, and he can’t help but marvel at your hollowed cheeks and tearful eyes. the little moans and mewls you’re making send vibratory waves of pleasure from his tip to his balls and he pulls your head back, his cock being released from your mouth with a slick pop.

you’re about to whine in protest when garp stands up abruptly, bending down to wrap his arms behind your knees and lifting you up against him. he kicks off his pants and underwear and walks with you to your bedroom, throwing you down onto the bed and climbing onto you immediately. 

his brute strength knows no bounds as he practically rips your clothes off, mumbling a half assed ‘sorry’ followed by a promise to buy you new clothes. you don’t care much, though, since you’re only focused on the way garp’s lips and teeth are worrying at your skin. 

“need you on my cock, baby girl.” he rasps between kisses, stopping every once in a while to lick or teeth at your nipple while his hand squeezes your breast. his other hand reaches down and pushes your underwear down, dipping his thick fingers between your folds and shoving two inside you.

you cry out, clutching on garp’s back as he fucks you on his fingers. “i-i thought you wanted me on your cock?” you manage to ask.

“gotta stretch you out first, baby girl.” garp grins up at you before adding a third, then fourth finger until your thighs are trapping his fingers between them, clenched as your first orgasm rips through you.

garp kisses back up your body before sealing another kiss onto you lips. he kneels and grabs your thighs in his big hands, spreading then securing your legs over each of his shoulders. he stops to grin at you as he rubs his dick between your folds, gathering up your slick and shuddering at the warm and wet feel of your pussy.

“you’re so pretty, baby girl. i can’t wait to be inside ya…” garp chuckles excitedly to himself before pushing into your pussy, bottoming out in one go. you immediately arch your back and whimper, but garp is quick to soothe you with a palm to your cheek and a kiss to your neck. 

he decides it’s best to not ease into it so he draws his hips back just to snap them forward harshly, the sound of skin on skin echoing throughout your room. he leans over you and sets a blinding pace, cock pummeling into your pussy and fingers gripping your hips so tightly there will most definitely be bruises in a few hours.

“f-fuck, baby girl, you’re so tight. you’re doin’ so good for daddy…” garp chokes out, feelings his cock get squeezed every time he pulls back or pushes in. you can only lay back and let him use you, your jaw slack and your eyes half lidded as he takes over you. 

you knew somewhere in the back of your mind that garp was in a heightened emotional state right now, that this might only be something fleeting or purely sexual, but you still held onto the hope that this meant just as much to him as it did to you.

between the way your pussy was milking his cock so beautifully, and the little whispers of his name that fell from your lips, garp is cumming in seconds. he fucks you through his orgasm, twisting his hips just right to rub up against that spongey spot inside of you and bring you to your own climax.

he stays kneeling over you, his hands on either side of your head as he pants, keeping his cock sheathed inside you to ground himself. the way your walls are still fluttering around him over stimulates him, and he decides to pull out. he watches in amazement and amusement as his cum leaks out of your stretched out pussy, and he can’t help but use his fingers to stuff it back inside of you. you moan at the sensation of his thick fingers back inside you, after his cock had just blown you wide open. 

he chuckles at your fucked out expression and presses a sweet kiss to your temple, preparing to head out and find a place to stay tonight to give you your space. maybe head up the mountain, even though he’s sure dadan wouldn’t let him near her place right now.

“stay.” you mumble, using some of the last ounces of your energy to lay your hand on his shoulder and stop him. he considers it for a moment before sighing and laying back down, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to his side. who is he to deny this woman he’d come to love after these ten years? he looks down at your face, noting your closed eyes and the small, blissful upward curl of your lips.

“was it worth the wait?” garp whispers with a chuckle as he brushes his thick fingers over your sweat matted hair.

you hum and nod, snuggling into his side and wrapping one of your legs over his hips. you’re trapping him here if it’s the last thing you do.

“good…i don't think i’ll be able to leave ya alone after this, baby girl.”

“you better never leave me alone, old man.” you mutter, making garp left out another one of this belly laughs you love so much. he squeezes you into his side and sighs.

“yes ma’am.”

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𖤐 description: love-struck/lovestruck (adj.) experiencing intense feelings of romantic love for someone; besotted or infatuated.

𖤐 ft. lovestruck/lovesick! satoru × yuji's sister! reader (fem)

𖤐 content: lovestruck/lovesick! satoru, fluff, sickeningly disgusting fluff, the gojo satoru falling in love, wholesome, feeding my delulu rn, cringe and cliche sorry, reader is described as very beautiful, almost angelic (the things lovestruck! satoru can see lol), reader is yuji's big sister here (obviously an au)

𖤐 author's note: my writing style is so inconsistent i'm so sorry, everything's just based on my mood lol & my grammar sucks. anyways i'm terribly down bad for a lovestruck satoru so, i'm bringing y'all with me. (p. s. reader is well versed in arts and crafts and runs a small business in australia)

(author from the future: heyy, since y'all agreed that i should post this piece of crap rotting in my drafts, so here it is! so sorry for the late post, i've been busy with school.)

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"sensei, can we go to the airport?"

yuji suddenly asks, looking up at his teacher, who was seated beside him. "airport? why do we need to go there?" probed satoru. "my big sister's coming back from australia today. normally, she would only come back for vacation but...now that our grandpa has passed, i guess she just wanted to give me some support." yuji responded with a mellow smile at the thought of his big sis, he's missed her so much.

satoru pondered for a moment, before giving his student an accepting grin and a thumbs up. "i don't see why not! i mean if it's for my student of course i'll accept" he said, pearly whites showing as he stood up, which was soon followed by a gleeful yuji. "really? thank you, sensei!" yuji's smile widened, to which satoru returned with the same gleeful smile. seeing his students happy in this damned world was enough.

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"so, what's your sister like?" satoru asked curiously, hands gripping the steering wheel as they drove to the airport. (unfortunately, he had to drive) yuji's eyes lit up at this, finding this the best opportunity to ramble about his big sister.

"she's the best sister anyone could ever possibly ask for, except her teasing, she still treats me like a kid even now.." yuji started, obviously passionate about his beloved big sister. "she's well versed in arts and crafts, and even she even opened up a small shop in australia!"  she's talented, satoru thought, feeling the gleefulness of his student from the driver's seat. "she sounds impressive," he nodded with a smile, a pause following soon after. "is she pretty?" satoru felt bold at the moment, not sure why. maybe he was just curious, yes that's it, right?

"very! she's basically the female version of me, sensei!" yuji replied, to which satoru chuckled imagining a vague image of yuji's sister in his mind. "can't wait to meet her then!" satoru nodded with a cheeky smile as they got nearer to the airport.

the weather was surprisingly pleasant, the sun shining down from the large patch of blue sky, covered slightly by white fluffy cumulus clouds creating a breezy atmosphere that isn't cold but not too hot. the traffic wasn't too much of a bother as well, they got to the airport as quickly as they left the jujutsu technical high school.

the only predicament was, the airport is jam packed with people. yuji frantically searched for his big sister, since her plane had landed thirty minutes ago. even with satoru's height, it's still quite hard to look around properly, he didn't quite know what yuji's big sister looked like in person, yuji just described her to be a feminine version of him.

that is until he sees his student's eyes light up, rushing towards someone, almost pushing everyone that was in the way, engulfing a shorter girl with the same pink hair as yuji in a bear hug.

"you've grown so much, yuji! you're taller than me now!" the pink haired woman said, stepping back to look at her little brother (that's not so little anymore). satoru couldn't see her very well, unfortunately. "i missed you lots, nee-san! i brought sensei with me, come meet him!" yuji takes his sister's hand and leads her to satoru, who was somewhere at the entrance of the airport, leaning against the wall.

to say he was infatuated by her was an understatement, hell, he was enamoured by the woman who stood before him. she was short, her hair shone a strawberry pink like her brother's, her eyes, oh her eyes were beautiful, they shone like a pair of gems, and her smile, they were so bright and warm, almost like the gentle rays of the sun. she stood out from the rest of the crowd.

"hi! you must be yuji's sensei. i'm (____) itadori, his big sister. nice to meet you..uhm, sorry what was your name again?" you greeted with a smile, small dimples showing on each side of your cheek as you held out your hand for him to shake.

your voice snapped him out of his euphoria, it sounded so angelic, he wanted to hear your voice everyday. satoru's mind felt absent as he looked down at you, you were really more beautiful than he had imagined you to be.

"sensei?" yuji queried with concern, making satoru shake his head, that same charming and handsome smirk appearing on his face (he was nervous). "sorry sorry, nice to meet you too, miss (____). i'm satoru gojo." he held his hand out as well, meeting yours, his hand was larger than your hand, almost swallowing it whole.

you smiled as you shook hands with him, feeling a small electric spark when your skin came in contact with one another, though you paid no mind to it.

"yuji has told me all about you, mr. gojo! thank you kindly for taking care of my brother. How could I possibly repay your kindness?" you said with a slight bow, making satoru feel slightly embarrassed  (for the first time ever). "no need, i was just doing my job as a teacher." replies satoru, clearing his throat. his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. hard. why was he so nervous in the presence of this woman who he just met? he was so used to flirting with other girls (despite being a virgin) but.. you. you made him nervous.

"oh I insist, mr. gojo!" you chuckled, lifting your head up, straightening your posture. yuji tugged at your sleeves, making you look at your little brother. "what is it, yuji?" you ask, tilting your head sideways. cute: satoru thought. "i'll go to the bathroom for a bit" yuji says quietly, earning a nod of acknowledgement from his sister. "sensei" yuji gives him a thumbs up before rushing to the nearby restrooms of the airport.

"well that was something" satoru laughs as he stands there, quite awkwardly now that he's left alone with you out of all people. you on the other hand, only laughed at his awkward response. "now, back to my statement: how can i repay you for taking care of my brother, mr. gojo?" you ask once again, you were stubborn like your brother, almost.

satoru comes up with an absurd idea in mind, he hesitates, this was going to be a bad idea. "your number," satoru responds, his throat becoming dry from the sheer nervousness he was feeling. "you can repay me by giving me your number, miss (____)." he continues, it was insane how he was able to keep his smirk up despite his palms beginning to sweat.

you were silent for a moment, your cheeks becoming rosy by each passing second. it wasn't always you encountered a man who was bold and smooth enough to ask for your number, and actually become successful at it. you chuckled as a response, your chuckle coming out as embarrassed instead of happily as originally intended. "really now?" you whisper, your index finger scratching your cheek lightly, before you came up with an idea.

you rummaged through your backpack, finding a thin black marker in one of its pockets. "that's a pretty bold move you got there, mr. gojo" you bite back a smile as you take his left hand and begins to write your number on his palm, you looked so adorable in his eyes, with your half-lidded gaze concentrated on writing the numbers on his skin, your visibly rosy cheeks, and your hair that was annoyingly in the way of letting him see your face in all its glory.

slowly, satoru lifts his free hand up to tuck a thick strand of your pink hair behind your ear, since it was in the way. a seemingly harmless action yet it made you divert your attention from his palm, to his face with slightly wide eyes, and suddenly, your gaze felt like a spotlight, it was as if you were looking at him like he was the only man in the world.

you clear your throat, stepping back to give him his space, and then put your black marker back in your bag, eyes studying the numbers that you wrote on his palm. "there"  you say simply, with a small smile. satoru stands there, seemingly in a state of euphoria for a moment before shaking his head, cerulean blue eyes looking down at the black ink drawn on his skin through his blindfold. a lopsided smirk appearing on his face. "now for some reason, i feel quite special to have a cute girl's number in my contact list. thank you, miss (____)." he responds, his smirk turning into a cheeky grin as he stuffs his left hand in his pocket, careful not to smudge the ink on his palm. after all this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

in return, you huff out a laugh. "(____)'s fine, mr. gojo." you chime in, your voice seemed so soft to him.

"i'm back!" yuji yells, catching the attention of the two adults as her runs back from the restrooms. "why don't we grab a meal? my treat" you say, smiling at the two boys, in which yuji returns with an excited nod. "i don't mind, but it will be my treat, i insist." satoru offered, "oh no need, mr. gojo. i insist." you reply,

"i insist, miss (____)"

"no, i insist, mr. gojo!"

"why don't we just divide the bill?" chimed yuji, making the two adults that stood in front of him think for a moment before coming to a conclusion.

"oh alright, that seems fair." you nod, looking up at satoru, the man nods as well. "then it's settled, let's go!" satoru grins excitedly, staring down at yuji and back to you.

"let's go! i'm starving!" yuji groans, taking the first step forward, and you smile at your younger brother, a sweet, nostalgic smile.

satoru swears to himself that he was going to win your heart, your soul, all of you. you were perfect from head to toe.

and he sure as hell isn't gonna let someone like you go.

— Mayven.

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Hi!! I absolutely LOVE your James Maguire series! We really don’t have enough James love on the internet. Is it ok if I request a James Maguire x reader oneshot set just after the camping trip episode? Where they still go to the caravan and all the teens have to put the beds together and squeeze in one room and no one wants to sleep next to James so reader ends up there and they wake up cuddling? The others probably make fun of them so bad lmao (Maybe like a little extra from the fella series??) 🥺thank you so much if you do, I had this idea and I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. If you don’t write it I understand thank you anyway xxxx

Squished (James Maguire X Quinn!Reader)

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Summary: A stolen tent means less room. But the Derry Girls make do.

A/N: I’m gonna be posting this as a stand alone (so not on the fella masterlist), but I’m gonna write it using the stuff from the fella part 5. So this can be read by itself or as like a lil extra thing from the fella

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It was a long while before the Derry Girls arrived in Portnoo. After hours of being squished in two cars, harboring what was most likely a fugitive, and getting Grandpa Joe’s friend’s second-best tent stolen, seeing the caravan felt like seeing Mother Mary herself. The only thing that stopped Y/n from rolling out of the car the second she spotted it was her baby sister, who had sat in her lap the entire journey.

“Oh, thank fuck.” Michelle almost yelled as everyone poured out of the cars. Erin gave her a remark about her crude language, in front of her family no less, but was ignored. “I’m allowed to be upset, Erin. I just lost the love of my life and was stuck in a car with you and your kookie aunt for God knows how long.”

“You didn’t even know him, Michelle. He was a criminal.”

Y/n handed her sister Anna off to James so she could get out of the car and stretch her stiff limbs. She tried to ignore the sight of James holding Anna because he seemed nervous to hold her but was still trying to entertain her while he waited for Y/n. It was just too cute.

“Okay, I can take her.” Y/n sighed, reaching out for her sister. James looked at her a little funny.

“Are you sure? You held her the entire trip up here; you don’t want a little break?” She supposed he was right, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t like how he acted with her interest in mind.

“I mean if you don’t mind-”

“Of course not.” James smiled at her, and she would’ve been giddy if Erin and Michelle weren’t there. Anna babbled against James’ shoulder, grasping at his jacket. The two teens smiled at her, talking to each other while Erin eyed them, not that they noticed.

“No wonder Emmett thought she was their wain,” Erin muttered to herself as she grabbed her suitcase out of the car’s boot. She didn’t know whether to be disgusted or happy for her sister and the fact that she fancied their English friend.

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“Jesus, it’s cramped in here.” Michelle groaned as she squeezed past the girls to throw her bag somewhere in the caravan the Quinn family had rented. They only rented one; they didn’t expect Erin and Y/n’s friends to accompany them on their annual holiday. Grandpa Joe, Gerry, and James were going to sleep in the tent that Joe’s friend had lent them, but those plans had gone south. But Joe insisted that they should still sleep outside.

“We’re men, aren’t we?” He had said. “We don’t need no damn tent.”

But one look at James, and the girls knew that wouldn’t work out well. He was already nervous around Joe and Gerry, mainly Joe, especially because he was the one who allowed Emmett to steal their tent. But living outdoors with them for who knows how long? No thanks.

The adults had gone to a close-by shop that sold camping gear to get another tent for them to sleep in. Grandpa Joe almost had a heart attack when the girls suggested that James sleep in the caravan with them, but then Mary calmed him down by saying that the girls would be fine because James was gay.

James was getting sick of correcting this assumption. But he didn’t want to sleep in a tent with the adults, so he let it slide.

“Okay, how are we doing this?” Y/n asked, looking at the somewhat cramped space. The girls’ things were either thrown somewhere in the caravan or clutched closely to try to create more room. Everyone looked around. “I know there’s a bed at the end.”

“I call it!” Michelle yelled, pushing past everyone to sit on the bed before anyone else could claim it. She looked smug, probably thinking that she wouldn’t have to share with anyone else.

“Fine.” Y/n sighed, moving Anna to her other hip. She was charged with looking after her while the adults were gone. James was going to offer to carry her, but then decided to take their luggage. “But you have to room with someone else in that bed.”

“What the fuck, Y/n?!” Michelle snarled.

“Look around you, Michelle.” James defended. “There’s six of us in here.” Michelle rolled her eyes at her cousin. Huffing in annoyance, she looked at everyone in the caravan.

“Fine. Clare, you’re with me, yeah?”

“Two down, four to go,” Y/n muttered, looking around. “There’s the two seats in the front, and then the sofa could probably fit two.”

“I’ll take the sofa.” James volunteered, moving to set his bag on it, but still holding Y/n’s for when she decided where to sleep. Erin smirked.

“Orla and I call the seats!” Y/n would’ve glared at Erin if she wasn’t in a room with James and Michelle. She had a sneaking suspicion of what Erin was planning. 

“Is that okay with you, Y/n?” James asked. He was still holding her bag, in case she had reservations about sharing a sleeping space with him and wanted to switch with someone else. 

“Yeah.” Y/n nodded, watching James smile as he dropped her bag next to his. “Fine with me, James.”

“Aye, James, it must be exciting to finally have a girl in your bed.”

“Shut up, Michelle!”

***

It was late at night when the girls finally decided to go to bed. They had spent most of their time talking about this and that or playing games. Everyone bid each other good night and went to their sleeping areas.

“So, how should we do this?” James asked Y/n quietly. Their gazes kept going between the sofa and each other, trying to figure out what to do. “I can sleep on the floor if you’d like. I’m fine with it.”

“No, James. Don’t be silly.” Y/n bit her lip, trying to figure out how to fit the two of them in this tiny space. “We could lay on our sides.”

It became awkward very fast. The two faced each other, noses almost bumping. They were stiff, trying not to disturb the other. Y/n tried to fix this by turning around so they wouldn’t face each other. She must’ve forgotten how small the sofa was because James reached an arm out to stop her from falling to the floor.

“Careful,” James said, arm wrapped around her waist to pull her further from the edge. Y/n couldn’t ignore the butterflies in her stomach, somewhat surprised that James had the strength to pull her. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She replied meekly, grateful it was dark so James wouldn’t see the blush on her cheeks even though he was so close to her.

“Want me to let go?” His grip loosened slightly, but she caught his hand before it could leave her.

“No!” Y/n cringed at how loud she was. “I mean, uh, if you don’t mind.” James’ arm settled around her.

“Of course not.” He adjusted himself slightly before letting out a deep sigh. “Good night, Y/n.”

“Good night, James.”

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“Why is he all over her like that?” Michelle grimaced, joining the crowd of her friends. They all stood before the small sofa, looking down at a sleeping Y/n and James. In his sleep, James had wrapped both arms around Y/n and kept her close to his chest. She didn’t seem to mind, holding her hands on his to prevent him from moving. “Fucking disgusting.”

“Quiet, Michelle,” Clare whispered as Y/n stirred. When she stopped her movements, the group let out a breath of relief they didn’t realize they were holding. “You know what we should do?” Seeming to read her mind, Erin slipped her shoes on.

“I’ll go get Mammy’s camera.”

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ꕥ𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰/ 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢ꕥ

“When my father didn’t have my hand, he had my back.” —Linda Poindexter

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𝓡𝓮𝓭, a testament to never-ending strength and courage. White, a resemblance of peace and purity. Denmark, a hot-ass place to be in the middle of summer, wearing a thick cream colored suit and tie. It’s what you’ve been trying to tell your headstrong, handsome, manly hunk of a husband all evening. Although somehow, you’ve ended up bundled in layers of silk sheets, the orange sun peeking through the sheer curtains, the ever-so-calming timbre of Farum Lake and rustling leaves, cradled warmly in the embrace of the man we all know and love, Kento freaking Nanami.

“I swear I’m gonna break that damn clock one day,” you blurt out before your mind can register what you said. A slight offense on your part—forgetting that the clock you’re so avidly pressed about was Nanami’s grandmother’s, one of the last remnants of her being. Grandpa Soren’s house is the worst place to be in the scorching summer heat. Do you want air conditioning? Buy a water bottle and a bucket of ice. If it weren’t for the croissant bakery, the ice cream truck, and the taco joint down the road, you’d flee right back to good ol’ Ammurica on the first flight available, but… this is one of the sacrifices you have to make when you have a husband, right?

"I love your commitment to destroying antique furniture. Maybe we should replace all our furniture with IKEA next." 

You can’t help but roll your eyes at his snarkiness. He does that sometimes, most of the time. “Nanami—” “I apologize.” 

“Yeah, you better, fool!” You laugh heartily, chest hurting as you throw a nearby pillow at him. But of course, with his trained Jujutsu reflexes, he dodged it perfectly even though he’s retired. 

“Dammit! I will get you next time!” The other pillow you were about to chuck straight into that gorgeous face of his, got halted by the creek of the rusty metal hinges. You both looked, craning your heads to the side. 

Slimy fingers which most definitely were coated with snot and boogers trailed up your sides. An ooey, gooey monster? No… just your five year old girl, Jasmine, who runs in the house like she owns the place. You refuse to tell her that one day, she will. 

Jasmine held one of those velcro wooden pizza sets that you can mix and match. You guessed it was her favorite feature because it was the only explanation for a pineapple, salmon, mushroom and pepperoni pizza all in one. To make it even better, her slobbery fingers made an excellent argument on why NOT to indulge in this intriguing delicacy. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDYYYYYYY!!!!” Jasmine was your crazy ball of energy, you really have no idea how she is such a contrast to both your and Nanami’s personalities. 

Grandpa Soren shuffled into the room, his long beard swinging slightly with each step. Coupled with an angular visage. The lines on his face told stories of loneliness, but his eyes brightened as they took in the sight of his family. 

His voice, though worn and gravelly, carried a tender note as he spoke. "I'm sorry," he said, running a hand through his beard, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "She just really wanted to see you on your birthday, Nanami."

Jasmine returned to galloping around the master bedroom like the centaur she is– should be. 

"She's too fickle! Slips right out of my hands!" he chuckled, shaking his head in amused resignation.

“How would you all feel about a birthday breakfast in bed, hmm?” Now we’re talking. You were the first to raise your hand, NOT your birthday. Nanami looked at you, a knowing look on his face. A nod of confirmation, and Grandpa Soren is gone, whisked away into the wonders of the kitchen. 

The scent of warm pastry dough, buttery and slightly sweet, mingled with the eggs, created an irresistible symphony of smells that tickled the senses.

“Daddyyyyyy!!!! Why not eat my pizza!!!!!?? Is delicious!!!”

She really needs to go back to preschool. You couldn’t hold back your reaction, a fierce chortle, eliciting a brown faux fur pillow right in your face, shutting you up immediately. 

Nanami went into full-on dad mode, a mode that even when you two are alone, is hard to turn off. Literally, his pupils dilated fully, looking like a straight up puppy. He seemed to snake off the bed effortlessly and onto the ground, kneeling down to her level. You witnessed his hands tremble in fear as he stuck out the tip of his tongue to taste his daughter’s creation. 

“You like? You like, daddy!!???”

He tried his hardest not to break his facade and provided Jasmine with a crooked smile, attempting to hide the sensation of his stomach twitching.

“Delicious, baby. Make Daddy another one?” And thus began the start of a grave mistake that eventually roped you and Grandpa Soren around in it as well. Sour expressions ran through the family. Luckily, you were no longer burning in the heat as Grandpa invested into a fan. You thought you’d never see the day. Only Nanami would risk his life for his daughter’s wooden pizza creations. This is why Nanami is daddy. Our very own daddy. 

╰┈➤Banner (Canva rules) ╰┈➤Fanart drawn by yours truly - KeyRey. ╰┈➤Special thanks to @cafekitsune for the divider! ╰┈➤ Extra special thanks to @pseudowho for inspiration to start writing again ahhh! Love your work ❤️

(I don’t know if I was supposed to tag, sorry! New to the unspoken rules of tumblr etiquette 😅😅 >.<)

■□■<Unrelated Teaser for a potential sequel>■□■ An autistic dog accompanied by an autistic girl, an uncalled for turn of events, but my current reality as he shakes in my arms, petrified by the sharp, whirring whistles of red, white and blue. A symbol of bravery, peace and freedom. But we all know expectations and realities provide an unequivocal sense of falseness. Which is why a compressed thunder jacket, warm cozy blankets and bread coated in peanut butter, stuffed with an anxiety pill inside is the way to go.

Extra little note: A few mistakes might've went under my radar when writing this, please don't be afraid to point out corrections! ⇣⇣Real footage of Nanami and his baby⇣⇣

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Ooh! Who is who in your Lost Boys au & what are the best protectiveness parts?

ok so lost boys au that lives in my brain. this might be long for no reason so I apologize for that. two things to keep in mind:

idk if you've seen the lost boys before, but don't try to think of the characters as a 1:1 ratio, not in their relationships to each other nor their personalities. some of this will make more sense given their relationships in the movie and some of it will not

vampires-only universe. and the winchesters are just normal people with no prior knowledge of them

so most importantly dean is michael (older brother who falls in with the vampire gang and is unknowingly turned) and sam is... well sam! it makes almost too much sense given michael also calls his little brother sammy

dean is early 20s and sam is late teens

in this, john is lucy. lucy is technically divorced in the movie, but we can just keep it canon and have john be a widower (sorry, mary). certainly a version where mary is alive and john is dead can exist, but it's not this one

okay so this next part is kind of embarrassing. I know the lost boys is about well the lost boys, the gang of four vampire boys, but I really only have the most important member planned out.

benny is david, the leader. it makes sense given his relationship with dean in canon. can be homoerotic if you prefer. I can't find any photos of ty olsson around the age I'd want him to be here, but you can imagine him as dean's age (at least at the moment he was turned)

cassie robinson is star, who in the movie is david's (unwilling) girlfriend and is herself a fledgling vampire. if you want dean and cassie to be together the way michael and star were, then that's fine too! cassie is gorgeous; star is gorgeous, and both are brave. makes sense to me

btw I don't care about that little kid who hangs around star in the movie, so we're not gonna care about him here

my favorite role to fill was the frog brothers, two teens who work at a comic book store, befriend (movie) sam, and try to warn him about the existence of vampires. making them charlie and garth seemed like a no-brainer. they can still call themselves the frog brothers (even though charlie called the men of letters' name sexist, being a frog brother is just much cooler and I think she'd like it). they don't have to be literal siblings. sam, charlie, and garth will work to cure dean of his vampirism by attempting to locate and kill the head vampire

oh the grandpa is going to be bobby, a family friend john and the boys move in with for the time being. I don't think this needs further explanation

okay so now max, the head vampire

I want him to be rowena. now HEAR ME OUT

I love rowena and of course I don't see her as a villain by the end of spn but damn it let me have fun!! let her seduce john with the motive of turning him and his boys into vampires so they can all be one big happy vampire family. let sam, charlie, and garth try to prove she's a vampire in front of john and have that hilarious and iconic dinner scene from the movie ensue

because vampire mother is much cooler than a dorky vampire dad, yeah?

so now the best instances of michael protecting sam in the movie that I can then use for dean and sam? while it's true michael is not as outwardly protective of (movie) sam as dean is of (spn) sam, it is clear he cares for sam a lot and is not letting any vampire near him (including himself)

there's another iconic scene where sam is in the bathtub and michael nearly feeds on him, only to be mauled by the family dog lmao. so dean can indeed nearly feed on sam and get mauled by the family dog, sam's dog, bones in this case!

bones is a very good boy

when the vampires make their final attack on the winchester brothers, cassie, and the frog brothers, (who are all at bobby's house while both bobby and john are away) bones will run out into the yard, leaving sam to run after bones and dean to run after sam, shouting at him the entire time. bones will be fine!

there was also a part earlier in the movie where sam and the frog brothers sneak into the vampires' lair to kill them. this is where that gifset came from. michael (dean) is weak from the sunlight and nowhere near as powerful as david (benny) and his gang, warning sam (sam lol) that he can't protect him down there, to which sam replies that he has to protect dean this time

if you are still having a hard time seeing the vision, please imagine these two scenes as sam, dean, john, and rowena and then sam, dean, and cassie, respectively

and there you have it! lost boys au that lives in my head. ending and in fact the majority of the plot is up to you

if you know anything about the movie and want more specifics, and if I've thought of those specifics, ask away again!

[ahgasegotarmy116]

The Art of Etiquette Part 2 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You try to back out on being a debutant so you can stop taking lessons with Mr. Jeon but your mother is going to do everything she can to make you follow through Paring: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 2k~ Warnings: Like one cuss word but thats about it lol a/n: Let me know how you guys are liking this! I was planning on posting this later but I wanted to see if posting around this time would be better :) p.s. roughly edited lol

"Mom! Mom! Where are you?" I yell as soon as I get home. "I'm right here so please stop yelling, you know that there is no yelling in this household" she scolds. "Okay, then why did you yell at me when I got a bad grade on my midterm paper?" I throw in her face. "Watch your tone y/n I am still your mother" she retorts. "Now what is it?" she says quickly turning the conversation back to it's intended course. 

"I can't do this" I say and start making my way to the living room with her soon trailing behind. "Do what?" she sighs once we've both sat down. "This whole debutante thing, it's not for me" I say hoping it would pacify her but knowing for a fact that would never happen. "You're doing it!" she says, wanting to end the conversation already. 

"No I'm not!" I argue back "I'm not cut out for this thing. This life of high society and playing nice with strangers, pretending like you actually care about what they're talking about. I just can't pretend to be someone I'm not" I explain but unfortunately she'll have none of it. "Did something happen at your lessons today?" she asks, hoping to find the cause of my anxieties.

"Nothing happened" I huff, standing up and making my way to my room. "Obviously something happened since you always seem to have something to say about everything even at the most inopportune times" she says, obviously exacerbated by the memories. "Are you talking about the time I added staying alive to the set list at grandpa's funeral?" I question chuckling at the memory. 

"See this is exactly why you need those lessons. It's time to grow up, and if you're not ready to do that yet then I'll just have you get a job and start paying your own tuition so you can learn on your own what it means to be an adult" she threatens. "James said that he would pay for my tuition if I decided I wanted to go back to college. You can't take that away from me!" I argue and stop in my tracks, surprised and upset that she would even stoop that low. 

"Since you still feel the need to whine over small sacrifices such as these then it looks like we should probably start giving you some more responsibilities so you will grow up. Just take the damn lessons y/n, it would really make your father and I happy if we could introduce you to everyone properly" she explains softening her tone towards the end.

"But he-" I start, wanting to tell her what my instructor made me do but we're cut off by the sound of James getting home. "How are my two lovely ladies doing?" he asks while giving my mother a kiss on her temple. "Oh we're fine, y/n was just telling me how much she enjoyed her first lesson right?" she says giving me a stern face, daring me to say otherwise.

"Oh yeah they were great Mr. Jeon seems like a very nice man" I say giving him a half smile, forcing the answer out of myself. I hate lying to him, especially since he's been nothing but nice to me so far. A lot nicer than my mother that's for sure, so I would hate to mess things up with him. 

"Well that's great news! Especially since he called me just now and asked if you would like to take more lessons with him. It seems like he's taken a special interest in you and wants to really make sure you're set up for success. Would that be something that you would like?" he asks, thankfully leaving the decision up to me but with the glare my mother is giving me it seems like from her point of view there's only one obvious answer for this question.

"That works for me. Whatever you both think would be best is fine by me" I say, doing my very best to sound as genuine as possible even though I'm dying inside. 

"Wonderful! He's asked if we could do three days of etiquette and two days of dance lessons during the week and on days closer to events we should do dance lessons on the weekend before the event as well. That schedule work out alright for you?" he asks while taking out his phone to no doubt send a message to Matthew to contact Mr. Jeon tomorrow morning so he's prepared for my newly scheduled lessons as well.

"Yes that's fine but where will I be taking my dance lessons?" I question now confused as to why Mr. Jeon would speak to James about them as well. "Oh I didn't tell you?" he's your dance instructor as well" James says and leaves to his office to take a phone call. 

"No fucking way am I dancing with that man" I say turning back to my mother once he's out of earshot. "Did he do something that made you feel uncomfortable?" she asks, just now deciding to finally ask why I didn't want to take the lessons. "No he's just a dick" I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Really, that's the reason? What did you expect? He's meant to teach you to act like a lady and let's be honest, a nice sweet approach isn't going to work on you" she says and makes her way to who knows where, to do who knows what. With how big this house is it could honestly be anything. 

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"So is he hot?" Jesse asks, clearly interested in how things went yesterday. "I mean I guess but he's too rude for me to even begin to pay attention to that" I huff, frustrated at the thought of him alone. "What's his name?" he asks, taking out his phone to look him up.

"I don't remember but his last name is Jeon" I say taking a bite out of my sandwich. "J-o-h-n?" he questions, confused at the unusual surname. "No J-e-o-n. I'm pretty sure he's Korean" I say and slide over to his side to see what he can dig up on him.

"Jeon Private Etiquette Tutor" he types in and hits enter. "Woah" both of us say, seeing how many articles and pictures of him with actors, CEOs and public figures there are.

"This guy must be loaded" Jesse says, clearly stunned at who he's worked with. "And he's hot! Damn girl you really won if this Jungkook guy wants to see you five times a week" he says and keeps on clicking through everything he can get him hands on about him.

"And seven days a week when there's some stupid event I have to go to" I groan just thinking about how many hours of my life I'm going to waste with him. 

"He's only 27, I wonder if he's single" Jesse says winking at me. "For me or for you because you can have him" I scoff making him laugh.

"No take backs! Well, unless he's straight. Then you can have him back. No matter how heartbreaking that might be" he says, wiping away fake tears.

"Sorry to break it to you babe but he probably wouldn't go for either of us" I say placing a hand on his shoulder and getting up to leave.

"Hey! Where are you going? We don't start class for another half an hour" he yells after me. "I gotta go change since he wants me to be 'dressed like a lady' when I come and I won't have time after class" I yell turning to face him as I walk backward for a second. "Alright, have fun Barbie" he yells as I get further away to which I respond with a shake of my head as I make my way over to my car. 

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"Acceptable" Jungkook says taking in my form. "Although the hem is far too short" he says looking down at my legs again before looking back up and making eye contact with me. "It was all I could find on such short notice" I explain but unfortunately he isn't satisfied with my answer. 

"Excuses will get you no where, you either do it or you don't. I'm sure you could have put in a little more effort into finding something more suitable if you had tried. Let's remedy the situation by the next class shall we?" he finishes off sarcastically before turning his back to me and walking over to the sound system in the corner of the room and I take the chance to stick my tongue out at him in retaliation. 

"You do you realize there are mirrors in this room correct?" he asks, clearly not amused with what he had seen me doing. "My apologies Mr. Jeon" I settle on, not bothering to give an excuse this time. "But are you really?" he asks, walking back towards me slowly, his voice an octave lower, catching me off guard. "N-no" I answer truthfully, nervous with the way he stalks towards me with clear displeasure enveloping his entire existence. 

He leans towards me talking directly into my ear, clearly using tactics to show his dominance over the situation. "Let us be honest with each other then. It would be a waste of both of our time if we were to do otherwise" he say sending shivers down my spine and I hate that it's something I couldn't have controlled even if I wanted to. "Is that clear?" he asks, his warm breath hitting my neck making my mind feel clouded, leaving me confused on how to respond to him leaving me only being able to nod in response.

"Good" he says leaning back, giving what I had hoped for was a little more room to breathe. "Next time use your words" he says tilting my chin up just as he had done at my last lesson. "Yes Mr. Jeon" I say quietly, leaving him satisfied with my cooperation and straightening back up to go back to what he had been working on.

'What the fuck was that? What the fuck was that? What THE FUCK was that?' I ask myself over and over and over again. I'm startled out of my circular train of thought and am met with what I can assume is some sort of waltz music running through the twin speakers on either side of the wall that the sound system is placed against. 

"I can't dance" I voice out, sticking to my word and answering the question before he bothered to ask. "I thought as much, ballroom dancing is a lost art amongst the youth of your generation" he says adjusting a few more things before coming back over to me. 

"You speak of my generation as if it was much younger in comparison to yours" I respond crossing my arms over my chest in defiance. "Were you perhaps curious enough to inquire about me?" he asks finally turning around to face me, making his way back over to me as he had done before, having caught me red handed leaving me changing my position, holding my hands together and having them rest against my thighs.

"I had just assumed based off of how youthful you look" I respond, giving him a forced compliment, not wanting to admit to what I had done. Well, really what Jesse had done but again he would see right through me. "Haven't we agreed to be honest with each other?" he questions reaching his hand out and easily pulling my hands apart. Placing one of mine on his shoulder and the other held in his hand, leaving his free one to rest on my waist. 

"Do as I say and hopefully we'll come out of this without any injuries" he says practically daring me to make a mistake. "But of course" I say and straighten my posture to match his and follow his lead as best as I can. 

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Enigma// ch 24 pt 2

anakin x reader

A/N: HELLO MY LOVES!! i am so so sooo sorry for my long ass break- school has been insane; im taking 19 credit hours and have three labs on dif days 😭/ last week my grandpa died and then my car broke down… so it’s been a time. anyways!! im back now for the time being!! i hope you all have been doing well and are excited for the stories to progress!! thank you all for the support and for being so patient w me :)) i love u all

Unexpected guests, a tedious day… how will anakin react?

warnings: cursing, ani is a disabled veteran, ptsd

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There was a knock on the door and Anakin begrudgingly hoisted himself up to go see who it was. 

He opened the door and was met with Ben, Satine, Ash, and their other friend Rex. 

“Surprise!” they said in unison.

You felt a wave of anxiety- you knew Anakin wasn’t fond of surprises (look how he reacted to your pregnancy!) But you also understood the gesture everyone wanted to make. 

“Happy Birthday Skyguy!” Ahsoka exclaimed once Anakin stepped aside to allow them inside. 

“It was Ahsoka’s idea by the way” Ben said to Anakin as he patted him on the shoulder.

“Look, you wouldn’t have let us celebrate if we asked- and if we planned something you wouldn’t come. So this was the only choice!” Ahsoka defended in a mock-sad voice. 

Anakin seemed perplexed- almost frustrated, so you were ready to be on damage control once he finally responded. 

“Thanks guys, I really appreciate it”

Huh?

“Not what I was expecting, but I'll take it!” Ash exclaimed. 

“Wow Anakin, that's some real character development” Rex joked as he placed the chocolate cake on the counter. 

“Yea” Anakin blushed. 

“y/n” Ben greeted, “how are you doing my dear? Is the baby doing well?”.

“Hey Ben! We’re both doing just fine, except that this little one has decided that around midnight is the best time to start kicking” you joked (it really was a pain though; you weren’t getting good sleep at all). 

“And is Skyguy tending to your needs kindly?” Ahsoka added with an arched brow. 

“Yes, Ani has been so sweet; making me weird combinations to satisfy my cravings” you laughed, rubbing his back. 

“Of course,” he said back, eyes full of sincerity. 

“Damn, y/n. He must really like you because he hates cooking. When we bunked together, I had to bribe him to make me a PB & J” Rex added with a boisterous laugh. 

“I never said I didn’t like to cook, maybe I just didn’t like to cook when it was for you” Anakin quipped back. 

“Look at you Sky guy! Being a good boyfriend and all '' Ahsoka joked. 

You and Anakin hadn’t really talked about what the relationship officially was since the fight; it just never really came up. But hearing him being referred to as your boyfriend again made your heart skip a beat. 

“Is this everyone?” you asked Ben as Ahsoka and Rex continued joking with anakin.

“Yes, we didn’t want to overwhelm him, plus the last time we did a surprise thing with a bunch of our friends, he wasn’t thrilled” Ben chuckled. 

You, Ben, and Satine stayed on the side line and observed the other’s banter. You couldn’t help the soft smile that found its way onto your face as you watched his eyes crinkled when he laughed. 

Satine noticed your adoring gaze and nudged Ben’s shoulder; she nodded her head towards you and the pair smiled. 

Ben gave his Fiance a look and she nodded. 

“You really do care for him, don't you?” 

Ben’s voice grabbed your attention from Anakin.

Of course you did, but you didn't want to sound childish and too forgiving to Satine and Ben. 

“Yea” you tilted your head to the side and sighed, “I do. I know he has his flaws but so do I”.

The pair listened intently, “I know some may see me as too forgiving, but I believe Anakin is a good man. A man deserving of love; love that I want to give him.”

“Maybe some of my optimism is the baby, but I wholeheartedly believe that we would still be as happy as how we were before, if I never got pregnant”. You explained, placing a gentle hand over your stomach. 

“Do you think that’s naive of me?” you asked worriedly.

Ben scratched his beard in contemplation and Satine shook her head. 

“I do not think you are naive for having hope in the person you love.” her smooth voice assured you. 

“I have known Anakin for many years and rarely have I witnessed him care for another as he does for you.” Ben added.

“Of course, he loved Padme at a time, but even when they were in the prime of their relationship, he never really actively bettered himself. They would get into little spats over repetitive things that Anakin promised he would fix, but his resolutions never really stuck.”

“Though…” Satine interjected, “I do see a change in his nature since you’ve been with him”. 

In that moment you locked eyes with Anakin across the room and he winked at you; no matter how long you’d been together, he never failed to make you blush. 

You turned back around and smiled to the couple, “Thank you, that really means the world”. 

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“Alright, everyone! We’re gonna light the candles!” Ahsoka shouted with a jovial tone. 

Everyone headed towards the kitchen and gathered around the counter; Anakin was already standing by the cake (which looked quite scrumptious), so you walked up beside him and gave him a small side hug. 

“Hey princess” he smiled as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

Everyone was still chatting amongst themselves and Ahsoka was looking for the lighter she unfortunately misplaced, so no one noticed Anakin wrap around a gloved hand to lightly squeeze your ass. Your eyes widened and you pinched his side lightly, making him let out a small laugh. 

“Found it!” Ahsoka exclaimed, excitedly holding her beat up lighter. 

“You coulda, just asked me for mine, y’know?” Rex offered.

“Why didn’t you offer it when I was ripping my bag apart?” Ahsoka sighed, fakely annoyed.

Everyone laughed before Ahsoka opened the cake box and lit the lighter. 

“Alright, Skyguy! This is your moment, better wish for something good“.

“Don’t worry Snipps, I’ve got it ready” he joked, pointing to his head. 

“Alrighty” she said with a sing-songy voice before lighting the candles.

Rex started the “happy birthday” song and everyone joined in to celebrate the man in the middle. 

Anakin blushed ever so slightly before giving his cunning smirk and gently blowing out the candles in single blow. 

Everyone cheered and Ben handed him a knife to make the first slice. Anakin’s hand slowly gripped around the hilt of the knife before he brought it down into the soft top layer of icing. After the pieces were distributed, everyone found somewhere to sit and began conversing with whoever was close by.

Anakin sat in his normal spot on his sofa and you invited yourself to the seat beside him after he nodded you over. 

You sighed as you sat on the plush couch; the weight of the baby was really getting to you so it felt nice to be off of your feet for a moment. Anakin set his plate down onto the end table to his left, then promptly draped his stiff arm over your shoulders to draw you closer. 

“Hi” you smiled, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Hi” he smiled back, leaning in to gently kiss you. 

The two of you sat quietly for a moment just observing the others.

“What did you wish for?” you eventually said.

Anakin sighed and began to speak, “Well, I-”

You gently (but quickly) placed your hand over his mouth, making him confused.

“wha-?”

“Shh, shh It was a test!” you giggled. “Don’t ya know that if you tell your wishes, they won’t come true” you smiled.

He rolled his blue eyes with a smile and playfully obliged, “alright, if you say so. But it better come true, now that you said that” he winked.

“I’m sure it will, the birthday wish is a sacred tradition” you joked as you batted your lashes at him. 

“Of course it is,” he playfully responded. 

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The party continued until Rex realized he had to be at work in 5 hours; Anakin thanked everyone and they all left with wide smiles. THankfully there wasn’t much of a mess, so all you had to do was put the leftover cake in the fridge. 

Once everything was taken care of, you took a seat on the couch next to Anakin once again. You leaned into his chest and ran your fingers through his sandy locks. 

“I didn’t think you would be this thrilled by a surprise” you said after a few moments of silence.. 

He grabbed his soda and drank some before speaking, “Well with all that’s going on- who’s to say I’ll get another one of these?”.

His grim reminder made your stomach drop. The macabre threat of Anakin’s eventual death always hung over your head, but the joyous events and lifted spirits of the evening must have kicked it to the back burner for a moment. 

You bit your lip and leaned over to embrace him. 

The two of you sat there for a while until you felt droplets landing on your shoulder. You pulled away to see Anakin’s blue eyes filled with a sea of sorrow. 

“Oh, Ani…” you sighed, pulling him into your chest.

“I’m scared, y/n”.

You had nothing to say because you were just as scared; so instead you held him as tightly as you could. 

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a/n: RAHH sorry again for being gone for so long 😭😭 but i hope this chapter still is as enticing as the others!!

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[cal-daisies-and-briars]

happy Friday Cal! I forget if I've dropped into your asks since you added Spark to the game so I'm just gonna go for it :) I was thinking of sending smaller asks too but you know I love a pattern, it feels like it makes this even more fun

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🚨

🦮🦮

🧟🧟🧟

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮

🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

Hey! Yay this is awesome! Love it!

Here are 3 for ⚡:

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Eddie smiles softly. “Yeah, I think he probably does.”

“When are you doing this?”

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3 for 🚨:

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Christopher giggles. “No, Buck!”

Eddie leans back in his seat. 

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6 for 🦮:

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“But, I… I feel so much guilt and so much shame, and I thought tonight could be different.” Eddie pauses, taking a shuddering inhale. “I thought… But I’m not ready.”

Buck isn’t exactly sure what Eddie isn’t ready for. Honestly, this whole thing has him confused. But that doesn’t really matter right now.

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9 for 🧟:

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“Check!”

“Okay, let’s go.” Buck motions towards the exit. 

“Can I carry the fish bucket?” Denny asks. 

Buck chuckles. “Yeah, kid. Of course.”

Denny takes the white plastic bucket from Buck’s hand and skips ahead.

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15 for 🔮:

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“And take off your shoes!” His mother calls after him. 

Buck kicks off his sneakers mid stride, turns around, and hurls them down the hallway. They don’t hit anything, just clunk loudly off the floor. 

“Really, Evan?” His father shouts as he continues towards the staircase in the front entry. “Immature, selfish…”

Bobby doesn’t hear the rest of the rant. He knows he’s not here for Phillip and Margaret Buckley and their unique brand of parenting. He follows Buck up the stairs and into a blue-green painted bedroom, slipping in just before Buck slams the door so loud a football poster falls from where it’s sticky-tacked on on the back. Buck ignores the fallen decor, and throws his body down onto his unmade bed. He lays face down, head in a pillow, and starts to sob. 

Bobby’s chest aches. 

“I’m sorry, kid,” he whispers uselessly. There’s obviously no chance Buck hears him.

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24 for 🌠:

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“I didn’t run away. I just needed some space.”

“Well, you scared the shit out of your family. So good work.”

“Sorry,” Nico mutters. 

“You should be.” Chris presses. 

He knows he’s being a little harsh. But they baby him sometimes. Both of them. This kid has had the easiest life ever and still thinks he can just take off without a note when things get a little tough? At least when Chris had pulled that shit, he went to Buck’s. And he was younger than Nico is now. Nico should be smarter than this. Nico is smarter than this.

“Are you taking me to Grandpa’s?” Nico asks. 

“No,” Christopher replies flatly. “You’re coming back to my place.”

“What?” Nico whines. “No, Chris! I was supposed to-”

“Stay at home and wait for May to pick you up?”

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“Speaker, please,” Sophia says. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Buck agrees. Like this is an old routine between them. It probably is. 

Buck answers the phone and puts it on speaker.

“Helena,” he says by way of greeting.

Damn. Cold. It takes a lot for Buck to be that cold. 

“We have a bit of a problem that might impact tomorrow’s plans.” His mother’s voice announces.

Hearing her is strange. On the one hand, that’s his mom. And it’s been so long since he saw her or heard her voice. A small part of him does miss her. But then there’s everything she and his father have done; from taking Chris to Texas in the blink of an eye, to obviously not abiding by Eddie’s wishes to have Buck raise him in his absence. And now, this? Trying to stop him from coming home? That’s what this is, right?

“And what would that be?” Buck asks. 

Sophia sees the worry on Eddie’s face and shakes her head a little. 

“It’s always something,” she mouths, inaudible to the smartphone. 

Eddie takes a deep breath and tries not to freak out. 

“He’s not feeling well.” His mother says. “It’s his stomach. He barely touched his dinner. Now, if he has a stomach bug, I just don’t think he should get on a plane.”

Eddie wants to shout bullshit. He wants to come home. They’ve probably been begging him to reconsider. Pressuring him. Making him feel bad, the way they know best. If his stomach is off, it’s likely anxiety. Eddie’s stomach hurt lots as a kid in that house. 

“Has he been puking?” Buck asks.

[lily-alphonse]

hi! for your rarepair suggestion thing, i would love to see Leah x Alex, idk i just think they’d be fun together

I’m really loving your rarepairs so far, i think the Shane and Sandy one is my favorite so far! Can’t wait to see more!!

Ottterpops I love you. I see you in my notifications all the time and this is the sweetest little ask I love knowing these things like which are people's favorites and stuff wow wow wow 10/10 ♥️♥️ reach out more often my dear I love you

BUT THIS IS INSANE

Damn. Leah and ALEX? Ughghapeuwefn 😩 What the hell would they be doing together?

Ok. Ok. Asshole Alex? Asshole Alex. Misogynist Alex. Strong and independent Leah. I'm cooking, let's go.

ITS ENEMIES TO LOVERS TIME BABYYYY 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 The crowd goes wild, they're going feral, we love to see it

They're butting heads right off the BAT. Because see, Alex is just coming back after flunking out of university. And Leah just moved to Pelican Town like a year ago. So she's had time to get settled into town, maybe even helps out Granny Evelyn sometimes since Alex was gone.

Actually, she's heard a lot of great things about Alex from his grandmother. She was looking forward to meeting him. The first time she sees him, she thinks he’s super hot. How couldn't she? He's got muscles on muscles and a little dimple in his chin to boot. 

But Alex comes home, feeling like absolute trash after his dreams have come crashing down, and there is a stranger in his house acting like she knows his family better than him. So that goes over GREAT (/s) as you can imagine.

He immediately has an attitude with her, to Evelyn's horror. She apologizes for him while he walks away and slams his door like a moody teenager. (Oh god this would be so fun to do a back and forth with them both being justified in their hatred of each other I'm salivating.)

Alex has also been raised that women should present themselves a certain way, and act a certain way, and Leah is none of that. She wears chunky hiking sandals and no makeup and has arms covered in scars from her work. She does intense manual labor and lives on her own in the woods. She even helped clean the gutters while he was gone, which is another thing on the long list of insults to Alex's manhood that he takes personally. Cleaning the gutters was HIS job.

They have a bunch of tense run-ins from there as he tries to re-establish himself. He sends her away when she comes by to check in on his grandparents. She holds her tongue then out of respect for his grandmother, but she isn’t so quiet on their next run-in. 

He comes across her in the forest on his morning jog and she’s CHOPPING WOOD of all things. Alex hasn't held an axe in years. It pisses him off. He asks her what she’s doing (with an attitude, of course) and she is all too happy to put him in his place with her axe in-hand. She shouts at him and calls him a jughead, among other names.

Alex is silent throughout. Normally he hates being yelled at, it's triggering. By coaches, by his grandpa (reminds him of his dad). But it's different coming from a girl. She’s sweating, muscled arms out, and wielding her axe. It’s… almost kind of hot? He tries to not think about it too much and stay mad, but later realizes he might actually like a girl with fire in her blood. 

He starts actually kind of looking forward to crossing paths with her, to have her attention on him no matter how negative. Throughout this time he’s also working through the grief of his failure, and figuring out a new future now that his gridball scholarship is gone. Evelyn continues to give him grief about how he treats her, and he starts to feel bad about how he came between them. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have her start coming around again, if anything just to annoy the hell out of her.

She's cold to him when he visits, which was to be expected. She looks him up and down, eyes narrowed and scrutinizing. She has some paint on her arms and fingers. It seems like she wants to yell at him but she's holding it in. 

"Granny okay?" she asks.

He nods, and can barely start saying "Yes" before she is shutting the door. "Wait!"

She opens the door and crosses her arms, taking a deep breath and unleashing her anger on him. She's defending her right to stay here, telling him he's not going to run her out, that she is stronger than he thinks and has dealt with worse than the likes of him. He is once again silent, and a little turned on, until she stops to breathe and he can get a word in.

"I came to apologize."

She deflates. "You... what?"

He shifts uncomfortably, runs a hand through his hair. "I was an ass, when you got here. I was... I was just going through shit and I think you should go back to coming over, if you want.”

She takes a deep breath to recalibrate, and takes a moment to think. She's always wanted things to be okay with Alex. It was incredibly stressful to be at odds with him, and lose the precarious belonging she had found in her new town. 

"Noted," is her eventual response.

"Noted?"

"Yes. I don't forgive you, yet."

He nods sheepishly. "Understandable, I guess."

She has him wait there in the doorway and comes back with her phone. She holds it up as if filming him.

"Alright, Jughead. Say 'I'm a dumbass and I'm sorry.'"

He sucks his teeth and shifts uncomfortably. "You're not gonna post this somewhere are you?"

"No. Promise. I won't promise I won't show anyone else though." She smiles for the first time at him, and he has to relent at that.

"I'm a dumbass and I'm sorry," he says, looking at her instead of her phone.

She laughs, and even though its at his expense it makes him smile. She has a good laugh. "And 'Leah is better at cleaning the gutters than I am'," she adds.

He gapes at her. "That is NOT true."

She shrugs and stops the video. "Remains to be seen."

"Am I forgiven now?"

"Oh, this is only the beginning," Leah grins impishly.

And thus begins their romance arc. The teasing is more playful than mean. Sometimes they end up working on something together, and it's not so bad. They help clear the driveway of snow together and end up tossing snowballs at each other. It gets dangerously cute.

Leah sees more of how Alex actually is. He's a good man who has just been through a lot. She could see herself with a man like him. But surely not him, she still has to hold her grudge after all. She's happy things are mostly back to normal though, she doesn't have to consider moving again.

Then Evelyn has a fall or something and they both rush to the hospital together. She can tell Alex is bottling everything, trying to stay strong in the hospital room. Leah takes his hand and squeezes and he doesn't shove her off. Afterwards when they get home she follows him into his room.

"Alex."

"Hm." He's avoiding looking at her and keeps swallowing. He looks to be dissociating.

She takes another chance and hugs him hard. He puts an arm around her weakly.

"Come on squeeze me like you mean it!" she scolds, muffled in his chest.

He makes a sound half chuckle, half sigh, and squeezes her back.

"Harder, I'm not made of glass," she whacks him on the head for good measure this time.

It works, because he chuckles and squeezes so hard she can't breathe. She squeezes him back as hard as she can, and they just hold each other for a moment, partially comforting and partially a contest of strength.

When he pulls back both their eyes are misty and she brings her hand to his cheek. They both kind of want to kiss and are both terrified of upsetting the other person. But as soon as Leah feels Alex leaning in even slightly, she takes full advantage and pulls him down the rest of the way to kiss.

I TOOK THIS ONE SO SERIOUSLY I SPENT SO MUCH TIME ON IT LOLLL I actually ended up rewriting it because I didn't like the first one

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Fictober Day 24: "you didn't do anything wrong"

That '70s Show Fanfic

Donna was working, writing a think-piece on what might be in store for the rock scene in the '90s. The townhome she and Eric rented had a third bedroom she used as an office. Soon, they'd convert it into a nursery. The waterfront view that inspired her creativity would become a serene place for her to focus during late nights with the baby. Or early mornings. And all the hours between.

She'd thought the decision to have a child would be a tough one. Her parents had little choice, considering her dad got Mom pregnant their senior year of high school. But Donna spent years integrating her relationship with Eric into her freedom and independence as an individual. She was more than ready to expand their family; she wanted to.

Her left hand went to her belly. It would "pop" eventually, Mom told her. She dropped her pen, and her notebook fluttered closed on the desk. Dad had as much right to know about his first grandchild as Mom. He'd be so supportive and excited, like he was everything Donna did -- mostly everything. If he told Point Place about her and Eric's temporarily private business, so be it.

She picked up the phone receiver and dialed his number. He picked up after three rings. "Did I catch you in the middle of Young and the Restless?"

"One Life to Live," he said, and Donna laughed. "Hey, being an entrepreneur-slash-retiree gives me a lot of free time. If Jo didn't still work, we'd probably have moved to Florida by now."

"I'm glad you haven't. Dad ... there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it, pumpkin?"

Concern cut through Dad's voice. It rippled in her stomach, and she pressed the phone receiver hard against her ear. "Your pumpkin is having a pumpkin of her own."

"With brown cinnamon?"

"With Eric. I'm having a baby, Dad."

An exhaled breath whooshed through her phone's ear pierced. "I'm so happy you told me! I wasn't sure if I could hold out another week."

"You already knew?" Donna twisted the phone cord around her right wrist.

"Your mom gave me the news. Then Red and Kitty swore Jo-Jo and me to secrecy because of their Halloween party."

Donna bowed her head. She'd misjudged her dad. Terribly. "I'm so sorry," she said, trying not to cry. The damn hormones flooding her pregnant body made the fight useless. "I would've... should have told you sooner -- "

"You didn't do anything wrong, sweetheart. I understand. Your dad can be a blabbermouth."

"Still, you're my dad. My dad," who loved her enough to quit being a chauvinist, with help from Joanne. Whose punishments contained mercy. Who gave her best friend a home when she had none. "You grew into being, like, the best dad in the world!"

"And I'll be the best granddad in the world. Speaking of which, Red can be called Grandpa. How about your little guy or gal call me Nonno?"

She smiled into the phone. "But that's what I call my nonno."

"Okey-dokey. Then Onorato."

"Honored?" in Italian. Of course. "Eric and I were thinking more of you being Pop-Pop."

A loud clatter sounded through the receiver, and she pulled the phone from her ear. "Are you okay?" she shouted.

"Yeah, just dropped the phone. Pop-Pop'll make me seem like a cartoon. I get plenty of ridicule from Red, thank you."

"All right, all right. I'll get over it. You can be Nonno," she said, and he corrected her pronunciation. She tried again, but he wasn't satisfied.

"I've changed my mind," he said. "If our grandkid calls me No-No, Red'll have a field day with that. What if I'm Grandpa and Red is Grampy?"

"Too close to Grumpy."

"But accurate."

Laughter overwhelmed her. She couldn't stop -- damn pregnancy hormones. They should be called horror-moans. "Dad," she managed to get out, "we'll figure this out later. I love you, and I have to vomit."

She hung up the phone and dashed to the bathroom. Hopefully, he'd be as forgiving about her putting I love you and I have to vomit in the same sentence as he was about her keeping her pregnancy from him for three weeks.

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i know you're more season one focused [ur so real] BUT if/in your own interpretation of s4 where klaus were to lose all his powers and be stranded in ordinary normyville cold turkey, how would/did he handle the life change? canon didn't really get into it beyond germaphobia cause they're cowards, but i'd love to hear your thoughts on if/how the change might've changed him

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OKAY so like, I’m gonna try to be organized in this response and respond to this in a sort of chronological order of what I think Klaus' timeline would be after arriving in a powerless timeline...

I think, for the most part, Klaus would be totally fine without his powers?? He wouldn't relapse back into his addiction like the show seems to suggest, that's for damn sure. And I mean, of course it would definitely be an adjustment— in the first few years, Klaus would definitely still rely on his siblings (he’d probably still wind up at Allison’s place, or maybe even with Five or Luther) just because, like, my dude has never had a job in his life?? he doesn’t know what the fuck to do now that he’s not running this constant, decades-long marathon???

Because like. The thing is: aside from maybe Luther and Ben, Klaus is the only sibling who couldn't turn his powers off at all. Klaus has spent over 30 years living with something that he couldn't avoid and couldn't dampen without hurting himself in the process and idk I think somewhere along the line he just got so used to hurting himself and numbing himself, so to take away that pain is liberating, but I also think there's a part of Klaus that would genuinely kind of mourn the life he could have had all these years if he'd never had the power to begin with :(

So all of that is to say: there’s definitely an adjustment period where he realizes that actually he doesn't know who the fuck he is outside of his addiction and his powers. Maybe he hops around from sibling to sibling, or maybe he stays with Allison and takes up knitting again, and writing, and maybe he starts to pick up Claire from school and help her with her school projects and he finds that actually, he kind of likes that kind of thing. And that doesn't mean he turns into a bubble-wrapped grandpa overnight— Klaus is still Klaus. He's still impulsive, he's still weird and curious and mischievous. But maybe instead of going out on a bender, he prefers to do karaoke night with Claire.

Like, the longer I think about the germaphobia thing, though, the more I realize that I actually don't prescribe to that characterization...at all. Because that entire concept hinges on two predications which are: 1. the idea that Klaus, without his powers, is afraid of death. And 2. that Klaus has something to live for.

And I don't think either one of those things would be true, at least at the beginning of s4. Even without the guarantee of immortality, Klaus is never truly afraid of death. In his mind, he never really planned on living past the age of 20. In fact, every time Klaus has gone into the void, he never wants to leave. The void is where Dave is, and his mom, and all the crap television his heart desires. He's died a thousand times by this point, what's one more?

Plus, if we're being honest...before his relationship with Claire and Allison really forms, there's not a whole lot that he would even be motivated to stick around for in the first place. like sure, his family would be bummed if he kicked the bucket but like, they don't need him?

So ANYWAY yeah I mean I think powerlessness would be a genuine lifesaver for Klaus, even if it has comes with some complications! On the one hand I think it would give him the opportunity to get clean and really grow into a version of himself that he's happy with (and YEAH maybe he does clip coupons, and maybe he's a little softer around the edges), but on the other hand, I think adjusting to powerlessness would also force him to realize that if he only has one life to live, he has to make his own meaning out of it.

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Yay new chapter ✨️ damn so proud of Yuuji he's getting stronger bit by bit he's going to be so formidable someday. Calling out Sukuna on his bullshit behavior is great especially since he actually did research and knows that alphas in the past really didn't act all awful all the time. I don't doubt Sukuna when he says he had people trying to get with him all the time back then though especially since in the manga he's got yorozu and kashimo flirting with him. I wonder if he'll be able to put it together in his head that he didn't like how pushy Yorozu was with him so why would he assume that kinda behavior would fly with someone else… Probably not. Ahh man Yuuji's right on the money Sukuna is a bit feral with no proper socialization. It was so good to see all the ways he's trying though looking up how to be a good alpha is straight up hilarious and the crooning was adorable!! He's learning ok he's capable of change it's just slow and he needs examples on what to do. Unfortunately all of their previous interactions have not left Yuuji with a good impression of Sukuna so of course he didn't respond the way Sukuna wanted him to. I was so happy to see Sukuna's lovely nest hehe<3. In the first chapter Sukuna asked if Yuuji grew up around omegas and learned to make nests from them. I wonder who he learned from? He could have learned from the internet of course but maybe in this fic Uraume was an omega and he learned from them. No romance there, they're just besties. The sleepover was delightful. I could read about all the students getting to cuddle and relax together forever and the mini war to cuddle the pillow had me grinning so hard. The upperclassmen being all supportive was exactly what Yuuji needed. the ending though ahh you really know how to hit hard huh now I've got to be all scared for my boy!! Yuuji's in danger what could Sukuna possibly ask in exchange for his help?! Wait this fic is interactive I've got to come up with some ideas to help answer that question. Ok Ok so I was kinda hoping Sukuna would really have to earn his place in Yuuji's nest although asking to be allowed in would make sense… hmm maybe he could ask to be allowed to scent Yuuji instead. Gotta (enjoy the brat smelling like him) Keep bothersome alphas away after all. I Think after Sukuna rescues Yuuji he should take him back to his grandpa's house and make a nice nest there so Yuuji wakes up surrounded by familiar comforting blankets that still smell like home to him. When it's all over and they talk Yuuji should get close to Sukuna and Sukuna tenses up a bit but Yuuji gives him a hug and whispers thank you. Sukuna should get to freeze and then very carefully hug back. Perhaps Sukuna can learn what it feels like to save someone and be the hero for just a moment. Perhaps if he plays his cards right and manages to mitigate his bastard tendencies for a whole five minutes he'll even get to cuddle. Ahh man I'm caught between loving slow burn enemies to lovers and loving happy sweet cuddling so so much ugh Maca how do you decide when to let them get all fluffy together? Sukuna could decide he really doesn't like it when other alphas try to bully Yuuji and offers to teach him something to protect himself. I think it'd be cool if Yuuji learns a simple domain or makes a deal with Sukuna where he could use his technique against enemy alphas in exchange for Sukuna being allowed out for a bit whenever he does. There's also an angsty option here where Yuuji compares the awful alpha to Sukuna in a moment of rage, which deeply hurts Sukuna although he hides it under anger. Loved this chapter and look forward to the next one. Thank you for writing and sharing with us!!

The trick to knowing when to do the cuddles is that the emotions are there, the time is right, and the stage is set c: When dealing with characters, it is always about doing it on their own terms that makes it fluffy! Like after all this...now they are taking those first steps <3 All about the feels. When the time is right, the characters will make their move <3

Going to pull some ideas from here for sure to mix into the next chapter! Got so many suggestions, I'm excited to see how this next chapter comes out! (as I never have any idea until the compiling of all the comments happen, which was today hehe!)