#sand castle movie

[justiceiswater]

Layla, great cousin, great girlfriend, so supportive and generous! Aiden, high class boyfriend, welcoming, kind, a good time. Jax, dumb and cute, toes that line between respectful of women and asshole. Reader, quick witted, strong willed, patience!!! so much patience! Sy, enamored i think, consumed by her presence. That probably doesnt happen to him a lot. Instant protector, instinctual, attuned and in control. Tightly bound, but not stiff. a great group of people! im excited to see where this goes

Meet & Greet

Syverson x Fem!Reader

vignette: Brand new to being a slight Texas resident, Y/N finally meets all of her cousin's friends for the first time.

words: 3,400+

warning: i don't know much about the us military or guns. sorry. (but shoutout to @all1e23 for helping me 🙏🏻)

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“Why couldn’t you just leave me to die?” Y/N groaned, hunching over as they walked toward Layla's boyfriend’s house.

“Oh, come on,” Layla argued. “Would you rather deal with cramps while you’re on a lake or on the couch?”

“Uhh. On the couch with central air conditioning, obviously.”

“Don’t be such a wimp. Woman up,” Layla pointed at her threateningly. “And all my friends have been asking about you.”

Y/N shook her head. “You’re such a liar. They don’t give a fuck.”

But that wasn’t true. Layla’s friend had asked about Y/N. They all grew up together to some degree. And therefore new people were few and far between. They were starved for new and interesting company. And once they found out Y/N was from the city, they were intrigued.

“Look, I didn’t even force you to wear a swimsuit. You don’t have to get in the water. You brought your book. I’ll make ya a mean margarita.” Then her eyes saddened for a second. “I only have you for a year. And I ain’t about to waste a minute of it.”

God damn her.

She always knew what to say to get what she wanted.

But Y/N also knew she was right.

After her company offered its employees the choice to work remote permanently, Y/N saw it as an opportunity to travel as much as possible. It was Layla’s idea to sublet Y/N’s apartment and have her come stay with her in Texas for a year.

Layla lived in a two-bedroom, two-bathroom house all by herself. She offered the second bedroom to her cousin with almost too much enthusiasm. And didn’t even want Y/N to pay rent for it. So Y/N was getting four times the space and quality…for free. Seriously, Layla knew how to get what she wanted.

Y/N didn’t have any reason to turn down the offer at that point.

And a week ago, she arrived to Layla’s house with half her closet in tow.

Layla was an interior designer and therefore her home was absolutely beautiful.

Y/N felt like she was living well beyond her means.

And she tried to convince Layla to let her pay some sort of rent.

But Layla refused.

So, Y/N quickly came up with a plan b to discreetly pay for all of their dinners out, bar tabs, and groceries.

Now Y/N followed a half a step behind Layla as they got to her boyfriend’s house. And it just so happened to be on a giant, gorgeous lake.

“Explain to me again why you haven’t moved in with him yet,” Y/N asked as she took in the huge property and beautiful scenery.

“I know you'll think I’m old fashioned or somethin', but I just don’t wanna live with Aiden until we’re married.”

“Why? You think you’ll go to hell or something?” Y/N teased as she lightly shoved her cousin.

“Of course not. I just think it will give us something to look forward to,” Layla shrugged.

“But you don’t truly know someone until you live with them. What if he clips his toenails in the kitchen? Or never does the dishes? Or can’t sleep unless it’s 80 degrees in your bedroom?” Y/N could go on and on with possible scenarios.

“We’ve been together for 5 years, Y/N. I already know all those things.”

“Probably helps that the two of you are fucking obsessed with each other,” Y/N mumbled, acting annoyed by the fact.

They finally spotted the group they were meeting. Y/N was surprised that there were more guys than girls. It always felt like the opposite when she went out in New York – further giving men more power than they already had.

Layla’s boyfriend, Aiden, spotted them first as they walked down to the dock they were all hanging out on.

Aiden immediately kissed Layla and then pulled Y/N into a hug.

“Y/N, I haven’t see you since Christmas,” he laughed.

“It’s good to see you,” she answered with a warm smile.

“Aiden, why don’t you introduce Y/N to everyone?” Layla asked. “And I’ll go make the two of us some margs.”

“Ight, y’all.” Aiden yelled to his friends with a clap. “This here’s Layla’s cousin, Y/N. You be nice to her or they’re’ll be hell to pay. Hear me?”

They laughed and nodded.

One of the men immediately jumped into action and offered his hand.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am. Name’s Jax.” Though his words were polite, Y/N could tell from his energy that he was trouble.

“Oh, fuck off with that ma’am shit, Jax,” another guy interrupted and pushed him away from Y/N. “Don’t mind him. He’s just trying to impress you because we all know you’re not from around here.” Then he too offered his hand. “I’m Benny. Nice to meet you.”

“Hi, Benny.” Y/N laughed.

Then everyone else went around to introduce themselves. It was oddly formal and a level of politeness that Y/N wasn’t used to – guess people really were nicer in the south.

Y/N was still working on remembering everyone’s names when a new guy walked down the hill of the backyard.

Everyone was too busy socializing amongst themselves to notice his arrival – except for Aiden and her.

Y/N watched as Aiden gave him a hug, doing the weirdly harsh slap on the back that only straight guys did.

The man was giant – not just in height, but build. His head was buzzed, but he had a thick and full beard. He reminded Y/N of a bear – but not in the cute way, the deadly way.

He was wearing simple, black swim trunks, a DILIGAF t-shirt, and aviators were folded into the neck of his shirt.

Aiden must’ve noticed Y/N studying the new arrival, because he gestured toward her and said, “Sy this is Y/N. Y/N this is Sy.”

“Hi,” Y/N softly greeted.

To her surprise, the man didn’t lay on the southern charm like the others. Instead, he just politely shook her hand and gave her a nod. He didn’t even speak. But it didn’t come off as rude by any means.

“Here,” Layla sang, taking Y/N’s attention away as she shoved a frozen margarita in her hand. "Hey, Syverson." Then she added a friendly wink.

“Oh, thanks,” Y/N quickly told Layla, clinking their glasses together in cheers.

Her attention was quickly taken away, but Y/N became curious about Syverson.

Was that even his real name? Was it his first name? Why was he so quiet? Is he shy or just bored?

He had a quiet confidence about him that Y/N couldn’t help but be drawn to.

Except he was not the type of guy that was into a girl like her. It was fine. Y/N just lived in the dating scene long enough to know what kind of guys had an interest in her and what kind didn’t – despite it not mattering if their perception of her was wrong or right.

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It took a lot for Ethan Syverson to have his interest piqued.

But Y/N seemed to have some sort of energy about her...because he kept watching her all day.

She was beautiful, obviously. But there was no shortage of beautiful women around here. And so many of them had a thing for military men and vets, meaning they ran after Syverson without giving a rat’s ass about who he was as a person.

But Y/N also seemed far more interested in getting to know all of them than sharing anything about herself. Despite clearly not having a lot to relate on, she appeared enthusiastic, asking people question after question about their jobs or their family or their hobbies.

Syverson knew he had a standoffish vibe about him. And part of that was intentional. So he wasn’t surprised that Y/N hadn’t jumped to talk to him. He wasn’t exactly social, and had no problem standing silently off to the side on days like this.

Y/N wasn’t in her bathing suit like everyone else. Instead, wearing baggy denim shorts and an oversized t-shirt for a band that he was surprised she liked – or maybe she didn’t actually like them.

While everyone was swimming in the lake, Y/N was sitting on the dock, sunglasses pulled down, reading her book.

Sy had to suppress a smile when he subtly read the title: Men Who Hate Women.

There was only one time that he happened to catch her eye by accident. And she gave him a shy smile, but didn’t try to suck him into a conversation – just went back to reading.

He found that strangely endearing. So many people were so uncomfortable with shared silence.

Jax suddenly climbed out of the water and got into her personal space, getting water all over the dock. “Whatcha reading?”

“A book,” Y/N smirked, holding it in a way that assured he didn’t drip on it.

A smart ass, Syverson mentally noted with amusement.

“What’s it about?”

She held it up, “I think the title says it all, Jax.”

“You one of them man-hatin’ women?” He joked.

“Maybe. But only because men hated me first,” Y/N countered, not missing a beat.

She was very clearly amused by how her sass and bluntness was catching this man off guard.

But the conversation was clearly taking a much more serious route and Jax had no interest in continuing it.

“You got your phone on you?” He asked her casually.

Her brow furrowed. “Not on me. It’s in that bag over there.” She nudged her head to a bag that was off the doc and in the shade, protected from the water and blazing sun.

“Good,” Jax answered before he ripped Y/N’s book out of her hands and then lifted her into his arms.

It took Y/N half a second to put together what was happening. But no amount of time was going to stop it.

“Wait! No. No. No,” she nearly shrieked.

But Jax just laughed as he jumped into the lake with her in his arms.

Without even realizing it, Syverson had shot to his feet at the innocent attack. Though he didn’t appreciate Jax ambushing a girl he hardly knew like that.

When Y/N emerged with a gasp, Syverson waited for her to start yelling. And it would be completely justified.

But Y/N just gave Jax a look that not even the Special Forces could train Sy not to fear.

“Real fuckin’ cute,” she told Jax, cold and even.

“Oh, come on!” Jax called after Y/N as she swam to the ladder of the dock.

“You alright?” Syverson asked her as she climbed up.

“Fine,” she mumbled, not even looking up to see who had asked.

He blinked at himself, not even realizing he had spoken until she answered.

It was obvious she was embarrassed by the sudden attention. And she rushed to her bag, quickly walking back up to the house.

“You better sleep with one eye open, Jax.” Layla suddenly called out from another part of the lake.

Jax whipped around to look at her confusedly. “I was just trying to get her to have some fun!”

“She’s on her period, asshole! Nothin’ fun about it,” she yelled back.

Poor girl, Sy thought to himself. That explained why she wasn’t wearing a bathing suit or why she didn’t even so much as glance at the water.

“She single?”

Jesus. Jax couldn’t take a hint.

“Yes. But she’s miles outta your league,” Layla told him with a giggle.

"Oh, come on, Layla. So is every woman on the planet. We can’t let that discourage him,” Aiden chimed in with a chuckle.

That made Layla laugh harder and playfully attack her boyfriend, dunking his head underwater.

A few minutes later, Y/N had returned to the doc. She was wearing the same shorts still – though they were still a bit drenched – but she had gotten rid of the wet t-shirt. Clearly she had no choice but to change into a bathing suit.

Y/N was looking around the dock and Syverson immediately knew what she was looking for.

“Here,” he muttered, handing her the book.

“Oh, thank you.” She looked him in the eyes this time.

“Didn’t want it to get wet,” he explained.

She just nodded, seeming surprised by his gesture.

“It any good?”

What the fuck had gotten into him?

Y/N blinked in surprise at his question and smiled sadly. “It’s depressing as fuck, actually.” She shrugged with a light laugh. “But it’s nice to have research and facts justifying the stress and fear of being a woman.”

Syverson simply nodded, mostly because he didn’t know what an appropriate answer to that would be.

“How do you know Aiden?” She asked him, saving the conversation.

“We used to work together,” and he nodded in Aiden’s general direction.

“Oh, in construction?”

He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

She smiled at that.

And it took a second for Syverson to realize she was amused by him calling her ma’am.

“What about you?”

“I’m Layla’s cousin,” she explained.

“I know that. I meant what do you do for work.”

“Oh, right. I’m a graphic designer.”

Sy nodded again. “What types of things you designing for?”

Y/N was caught off guard by his interest. No one else had really seemed all that interested in her work or what she did. They all just asked a bunch of questions about what it was like living in New York City.

“I actually do brand design for musicians and bands.” Y/N learned long ago that most men don’t actually care about her job, so she also learned to keep it short and sweet.

But Syverson gave her this look as if politely telling her to go on.

“Umm,” she bought herself some time. “Like, album covers. And then promotional art for when they’re trying to sell new albums or singles. Or the creative for marketing their tours. Oh! And merch, too.”

“Sounds interesting,” he nodded. “Meet a lot of cool bands?”

“Mhmm.”

Layla screamed at the whole lake that they had to get started on dinner.

Everyone slowly started making their way back to the dock.

Y/N lifted a intimidating brow at Jax, as he was the first one out.

“Sorry about that,” Jax at least had the decency to say to her.

“It’s fine. I’ll just poison your drink later tonight and we’ll call it even,” Y/N shot back with a disturbingly pleasant smile.

Jax just laughed nervously, proving that he couldn’t tell if she was joking or not.

But Y/N turned her attention back to Syverson.

“I’ll let you get back to reading,” he said politely, taking a half step back.

Y/N smiled shyly. He must have reached his conversation threshold, she thought.

Then she slowly moved back to the lounge chair she had been in before getting thrown into the lake.

Y/N glanced behind her to see that Syverson was walking back up to the house – probably to get more beer or something.

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The more the night went on, the more happy-drunk and less shy everyone got, especially Jax – unfortunately, for Y/N.

He tried harder and harder to flirt with her.

But did he even like her that much or was she just a sparkly, new toy?

He was getting a little handsy, but not yet at a level that was inappropriate. He was a harmless puppy who just wanted attention.

And Y/N didn’t seem to have any issue telling him to fuck off.

Sy watched as she got more and more exhausted with her personal space being invaded. Especially when she was clearly trying to get to know the other people at the house.

“Jax,” Y/N finally gripped the man’s shoulder, somehow doing it condescendingly. “If you’re looking for a one-night stand, I’m not the woman for you.”

“What?” He looked so pathetically sad. “How come?”

Then Y/N squeezed his cheeks together. “I’m just not the one for you, boo. But I support you on your slut quest.”

Syverson had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing at the scene he wasn’t meant to be watching. He had never seen a woman stand her ground like that. She didn’t even sound rude or harsh when she rejected Jax, just straightforward – almost even sounding like a supportive friend.

However, Syverson’s viewing was interrupted when a bunch guys rushed out of the house with various guns in their hands and beers in the other.

He tensed, only because he knew all of his friends were too drunk to be handling firearms. But he wasn’t a captain anymore, and he hated even slightly reminding people that he once was.

At least Jax had been pulled away from Y/N by the lure of shooting shit with the rest of his idiot friends.

Y/N sat in an newly empty seat around a bonfire, seeming relieved to finally be left alone by Jax.

“Sorry about him,” Layla giggled, sensing her cousins exasperation.

“He’s fine,” Y/N smirked. “Annoyingly persistent, but harmless.”

Suddenly, the boys started shooting off the guns into the forest beside the house.

Syverson watched Y/N jump out of her seat from the noise, looking like she was about to have a panic attack.

“HOLY FUCK!” She exclaimed, a hand moving over her racing heart.

Syverson was so used to gunshots that he could tell those were hunting rifles and not military grade. Maybe he would’ve at least blinked if it had been the latter.

But the more he watched Y/N, the more he realized how out of her element she was. Yeah, she was friendly and adapting. But she’d clearly never hung out with rednecks before in her life.

The boys continued shooting into the woods.

And Sy watched Y/N slightly jump with every bullet.

The worst part was that she tried to play it cool, as if it wasn’t making her extremely uncomfortable.

“What are they even shooting?” Y/N muttered to Layla.

Meanwhile, the rest of the women were giggling at the guys, which only encouraged them more. Because now they knew they'd won their attention and had an audience.

But there was something about Y/N’s evident distress that made Syverson uneasy.

And before he even knew what he was doing, Sy was on his feet and walking with purpose to the guys.

Y/N barely watched him, thinking he was going to join the shooting.

“Oh, hell. Look what they’ve gone and done,” Aiden sighed.

He was one of the few guys who’s stayed by the fire.

“What?” Y/N asked.

“Sy is ex-military,” Layla explained. “A real stickler for order.”

“What? He said he worked in construction,” Y/N thought aloud.

“Well, he does now…” Aiden laughed.

“Huh,” Y/N huffed, clearly lost in thought now.

The three of them watched as the men looked at Syverson with very serious expressions, despite all of them clearly being drunk.

Whatever Sy had said quietly to them, it got all of their attention. And next thing they knew, all of the guys were packing up the guns and walking back to the giant deck connected to the back of the house.

They looked like they had been scolded.

But the alcohol wouldn’t let them stay down for long. They’d rebound.

‘Huh. Maybe he doesn’t like the sound of guns anymore,’ Y/N thought.

“She’s never even seen a gun in her life, you jackasses.” Layla snapped at them, as they rejoined and gathered around the bonfire again. “Ya’ll are giving a horrible first impression, I hope you know. Jesus H. Christ.”

Y/N tucked deeper into the chair with embarrassment.

It wasn’t her fault she hated guns. She’d never even heard one until just a few minutes ago. That was just how she grew up.

As Syverson also returned, Y/N silently watched him, trying to get a read on the quiet man. Now that she knew he was a vet, she saw him differently. She didn’t mean to, it just happened.

“I've an idea,” Layla refused to let the party get low. “Let’s play Kings!”

There was a cry of agreement, especially from the girls.

Aiden went inside to grab cards.

And everyone started talking amongst themselves.

Y/N saw her window.

Making up a lie about getting another drink, she slipped away and walked back down the path that led to the dock and lake at the bottom of the backyard.

Y/N thought she’d been successful in slipping away.

But Syverson watched her as she desperately tried to get a moment of quiet to herself.

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I don't know how many of these I'll write. So seriously let me know if you like them and why. Otherwise I'll just probably stop. 😂

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Syverson & Vixen

Summary: Captain Syverson retires from the Army and takes an extended vacation. He wasn't planning on falling in love.

Pairing: Sy and OFC

Word Count: approx 2k

Warnings: swearing (future chapters will have smut and recreational drinking, smoking, drug use, violence, attempted sexual assault and minor character death.)

Authors Note: I'm very nervous posting this to Tumblr. I have posted it on other platforms, I don't know why Im so nervous. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my version of Sy. I enjoyed writing him.

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Part 2

Part 1

Syverson

God damn, sand gets everywhere.

I thought I liked beaches. I used to enjoy beaches. Now I hate sand, and beaches suck.

The wind off the ocean was nice, though. I laid down on my towel under the hot sun and let it dry me.

"How goods the surf?" Softy asked. 

I'd spent enough time with Softy to know that what he means is the surf is great. Since I don't surf and don't know jack about it, I just grunted in reply and kept working on my tan.

"You're gonna burn, mate." Softy said.

"You talk too much, Softy," I said, but I got up anyway. I tried to flick the sand off the towel and ended up covering myself in more God damn sand.

"I'm just looking out for you. You're not gonna pull a root if you look like a lobster." He had a point. I needed to get laid. It had been too long.

We tried to rinse the sand off at the outdoor shower, but there was so much of it on the ground that it didn't work. I put my flip flops on, and we walked back to Softy's place.

I met Softy in Iraq. He was Australian Army, and we did a few missions with them. They were good, well-trained soldiers and Softy and I bonded over Lynyrd Skynyrd. We kept in touch through WhatsApp group chats and Instagram. Mostly by sending gross-out pics, porn and memes, so although we have been friends for years, I didn't know him well.

I should have just found my own place, but Softy wouldn't hear of it. He said he had a spare bedroom and would be insulted if I didn't stay for a few weeks. When he said he lived five minutes from the beach, I agreed. I thought I liked beaches.

"We still going to that party at your girl's place?" I asked before I changed.

"Yeah, mate."

"You know I hate parties."

"Well, you've got two choices. One, come to my girlfriend's party where she's invited all her single friends, and they invited all of theirs. A party where I guarantee the girls will be lining up for a taste of the US Special Forces experience. Or two, you can stay home and have Mrs Palmer shows you a good time."

"I'm going. I'd rather go to a bar, is all." There was no way I could go much longer without getting laid. It had been months. It didn't bother me if I went months without sex on deployment because I had other things on my mind. Once I had taken my retirement, though, it was all I could think about.

"Pub, you want to go to a pub. A bar is a place in the pub you get the beers or an establishment that caters exclusively for wankers." Softy explained for the fifth time.

"Right," I said. "I want to go to a pub."

"Well, you're either an alco or a creep if you go to a pub by yourself, mate, so since I'm not going to the pub, you've got no choice, do you?" Softy said, grinning.

I had a proper shower, even giving my short hair and beard a good scrub. I got dressed in some boots, jeans and a black t-shirt. It was a hot afternoon, but I wasn't ready to embrace the board shorts that most of the guys around here seemed to wear. I had a quick look in the mirror and realised Softy was right. I could already tell I had burned. "Fuck."

I went out to see Softy and ask him which girls would be up for a good time. Having some names ahead of time should speed up the process. 

"Depends, on what level of difficulty you want, mate."

"Give me the options."

"Righto. Well, Level One, Easy. You've got Chrissie. There probably isn't a guy at the party she hasn't fucked."

"Including you?" I asked.

"Including me."

That surprised me. I thought girls were more territorial than that. "While you were with Jess? Why is she invited then?"

"Nah, back in high school before Jess and I got together. If she's there alone, she will go home with you. Hell, even if she's there with someone, she might go home with you. It's happened before." She sounds like more trouble than she's worth. "From all reports, though, she's a terrible lay. I wasn't gonna judge her on our high school root, but apparently, she hasn't gotten any better. She's a starfish."

That didn't sound appealing. I prefer a girl who at least appears like she's into it. "Level Two then?"

"You've got more options. I reckon Vanessa or Sammie. Both are keen for a root but more choosy than Chrissie. I hear they are both decent lays too. They're both pretty cool girls, good fun. I'd go for Vanessa personally, but both are a bit of alright."

"Vanessa or Sammie. Got it."

"Wanna hear about Level 3: Hard Mode?" His face says I do.

"Go on then," I said, giving him a grin.

"Jess's best mate and roommate, Vix."

I made a face. "What kind of name is Vix?"

"Her name is Victoria." Softy said. His grin tells me there is more to it than that.

"Why is she hard mode? She a prude or something?"

"Nah, mate, not at all. I've seen her lingerie hanging on the clothesline. Wink, Wink." Softy is grinning like a mad man.

"So why is she Level 3?"

"All us boys have been trying to get into her pants since high school. Not one of us got close. Oh, I tell a lie. Robbo made out with her earlier this summer, but that's it."

"Does she date?"

"Yeah, just never any of our guys."

"Is she a bitch?"

"Nah, she's awesome. She's almost one of the boys, stays at parties till the sun comes up, doesn't get offended by our shit, even joins in. She's come to strip clubs with us, got lap dances and everything." She was starting to sound interesting.

"Is she gay?"

"Nah, I think she likes to look at girls but is into men. Jess swears she's not gay. Plus, she's only taken boyfriends to parties before, never girls."

"Is she good-looking?"

Softy shrugged. "Yeah, but she's got a look. If you don't like the look, you won't like her. But all the boys think she's hot." Softy laughed, "you're gonna go for Level Three, aren't ya?"

"You know I love a challenge," I replied with a grin.

Victoria

I looked at myself in the mirror again. Pretty good. It was too hot for anything better. I would have preferred to leave my hair down, but it was too thick. I reapplied my lipstick and put some more powder on my nose. It was just too hot for more make up than that and eyeliner.

I went into the backyard to help Jess. She was struggling to empty a bag of ice into the esky. I helped her.

"You should have waited for Peter," I told her, already feeling like I would start sweating again.

"But the ice will melt."

"Just put the bag in the esky and get Pete to do it when he gets here," I said, exasperated. She was anxious already.

"Yeah, you're right. I want Pete to have a good party and not have to do anything."

"It's fine, Jess. Just cause it's his birthday doesn't mean he's suddenly a child. Asking him to put ice in an esky isn't exactly difficult. You can ask his Seppo mate if you don't want to ask him."

"But I haven't even met him yet. I can't ask him to help out when he's a guest." Jess was wringing her hands. Literally. She's the only person I know who does that. I thought it was a made-up thing that sounded good in books until I saw her do it.

"Ask one of the other boys to do it then. Come on, Jess, don't get worked up. Let's get those salads sorted." Jess stressed less when her mind was occupied.

I started chopping up the cabbage for a coleslaw. Jess kept giving glancing over at me like she had something to say and didn't know how to say it. "What?" I asked her, getting fed up.

"You know Pete wanted to set you and Sy up," Jess said, trying to sound bored. I knew that tone. She was trying to work out how I would feel about it.

"Oh yeah? What makes Pete think I'd be interested in one of his meathead mates?"

"'Cause you like meatheads," Jess said, amused. She wasn't wrong.

"I am capable of finding my own hookups," I said, annoyed.

"I know. That's why I told him not to do anything." Jess was lying.

"Jess, if this guy is coming tonight thinking I'm his date or something..."

"I told you we didn't set you up. Pete just thinks you'll like each other."

The doorbell rang. Jess jumped, anxious again. I sighed, "I'm done with the cabbage. Start on the carrot, ok? I'll get the door."

It was the entertainment. I let the DJ/Karaoke guy in. Our whole group was really into Karaoke. We always had Karaoke at birthday parties, and we always sang Khe Sanh last. We all got really into it. We used to even make up routines for songs a few years ago. We didn't do that much anymore. The only exception to that was Stop by Spice Girls.

Our group was made up of Jess and Pete, who had dated since leaving school, Chrissie, Robbo, Yobbo, Mikey and myself. Others had joined throughout the years, and now about 15 of us were regulars at our get-togethers, plus another 20 or so who were coming tonight. It was a great mix of people, but it was falling apart in some ways. Mikey's misses Leanne, she had a kid last year, so they didn't come around as often. They would be coming to this party because it was Pete's birthday. I was looking forward to seeing little Milo again.

I helped Jason, the DJ, set up then told Jess I would sort the yard out. I took out all the plastic chairs and put them in small groups. I brought out the ashtrays and garbage bins. I tested the fairy lights and found one of them was busted. I sighed and looked down at my black peep-toe shoes and wondered if it was a smart idea to climb onto a chair to take them down.

I decided it wasn't, and I didn't want to fall and flash the DJ. My underwear didn't cover much. I wanted to leave it to Pete to fix when he got here, but Jess had freaked out about him filling eskies. Fuck it. I would have to do it.

I went and got one of those small Ikea step stools and pliers and climbed up. I barely reached.

I worked through the lights, cutting each of the ties until I had reached the last one. It was higher than the others because, of course, it was. My arms were tired, and I was groaning with effort as I tried to reach it. My dress had hitched up pretty high, and I hoped I wasn't flashing the DJ.

I would have to ask Pete to put the replacement lights up. This was ridiculous.

I stood on my toes on the top of the stool and reached up as high as I could. I wasn't quite lined up enough, so I shuffled to the left, and just I got it. I snipped off the cable tie. 

"Yes!" I shouted in victory. "Gotcha, you fucker." I said to the tie.

I heard a deep chuckle from behind me. "My, my, my. That's some colourful language, Darlin'," an amused voice drawled. Only one person could sound like that.

Fuck.

Part 2

@henryobsessed

[endermen-impasta]

Happy Halloween!!! 🎃

(( We are going as a cat raccoon this year and gonna have fun ))

Also, we're seeing the FNAF movie today so I'll give a report tonight if an alter remembers to do so!!!

(( This is also for our hispanic alters for November 1st to the 2nd. ))

Hope you guys have a fantastic Halloween and enjoy the rest of your day!!!

[peyton-warren]

I have said I should come back and write more for these two... Maybe I should.... they are so cute. I loves them.

Syverson and 🛎?

You know of all people I can't say no to Sy, ever. Who would. And waiting on him hand and foot... hmmmm. Got a bit angsty but there is potential smut coming in another part in the future.

Three-Jump Cowboy

Characters: Gender Neutral Reader, Captain Syverson Pairings: Reader X Captain Syverson Fandoms: Sandcastle, Henry Cavill characters Word count: 1400 Type: angsty, fluffy. Warning: 18+. Minors DNI. Injury, surgery, hospitals, no blood, vague description of accident, and a teeny tiny mention of spanking Summary: Reader waiting on Sy hand and foot. Author's Note: Blame @ronearoundblindly, I do. She sent me ask from this as game if you would like to play too. Thank you to @adulting-sucks for the beta. And thank you to @sarahdonald87 for the injury idea. Ask Box: Open Masterlist

“Sugar,” Sy exasperatedly stated.   If you thought too hard about it , his tone would almost seem like a whine.  You just smiled softly at him as you set the tray of food across his lap where he was sitting up in the guest bed.  “I coulda come to the table, I told you that.”   

“Doc said you are to stay here unless you absolutely have to move.  Eating can be done here,” you assured him as he reached for the silverware.   “I’ll let you cut your own meat up,” you teased.  “Let you keep your masculinity intact.”

You hid your smirk from him as he scowled menacingly at your comment.  You knew keeping James Syverson in bed was going to be an issue from the second the doctor told you both that his femur was broken and would require an extended period of time in bed.  James wasn’t used to being stationary, and you weren’t used to him being dependent on anyone but himself.  This was going to be a trial for both of you and likely your relatively newish relationship.  

You had only been together a few months when you got the call from the base that he had been in a training accident.  You didn’t even know he had put you down as his emergency contact, but you had quickly headed to his bedside, scared at what you would find there.  The nurse on the phone had not been overly loquacious with the details. 

The woman at the information desk told you how to find where his room was going to be, that he was in surgery and who you should talk to once you got there.  The nurses on the floor were kind but busy, telling you they’d let you know if they heard anything and then gestured to the corner room where you should wait.  

You did as you were bade and sat in the uncomfortable chair beside the neatly made institutional looking bed.  Your mind whirled at what his injury was, who else you should call.  He mentioned his mom somewhere back home, why was she or his brother living in Michigan not on his emergency contact list?   How would you get a hold of them if something else happened to him?   

Your heart lept at the sound knuckles on the door.  Your eyes refocused on the woman dressed in scrubs standing in the open doorway.  “Just wanted to let you know he did well, just needs to rest and heal now.  He’s in recovery and will be brought down in a bit.  I’ll be back once he’s settled and awake to talk to you both about next steps.”

“Thank you,” you barely squeaked out with a nod.  It escaped you to ask what his injury was until after she was gone.  By then she was probably long gone, moved onto another patient who needed her. 

 You heard the sound of wheels and a few pairs of feet approaching a little while layer.   As predicted, your beast of a boyfriend was rolled into the hospital room, eyes open but glazed, his normal sober face lit up like a child’s as he noticed you.  “You came?” Sy asked gleefully, as if you were on a date instead of sitting in his hospital room.  

“Of course I did, Sy,” you said softly as he tried to sit up in the gurney.   The  man at the head of the bed placed a hand on his shoulder.  He was almost as big as Sy, his rust colored beard, hair pulled back into an elastic at the back of his head.  “You need to stay still, sir, just a few more moments.”

“But-“ Sy tried to protest, gesturing to you.  

“We are blocking their escape,” the other orderly joked.  

You smiled at them all, and stayed seated as they managed to transfer Sy from one bed to the other.  When they pulled back the sheet to move him, you noticed the new cast running from his calf to his hip on his left leg. 

“Oh shit,” you whispered, your sight trained on his leg.  

“Ain’t nothing,” drugged Sy confessed.  “I’ll be up chasing you before you know it,” he said teasingly, reaching a hand to your knee, squeezing, his fingertips pressing harder into your inner thigh, making your legs close right around them.    

When the doctor returned a few hours later, Sy and you learned his injury was far from nothing.  He had landed wrong on a routine training jump.   His ‘chute had fully deployed but something had happened to the rigging, preventing him from decelerating his speed, the brunt of which ran up his left leg upon contact with the ground, breaking his femur.  The puckered brow on his face told you he struggled to remember much of it, but the doctors assured you both that it was the pain meds talking.   

“Six months??” Sy sternly asked a few moments later.  “I have to be in bed for 6 months? Are you-“ 

You laid your hand on his forearm, sliding your smaller fingers down to curl between his, silencing him.  “When can I take him home?” you switched tactics, trying to keep him calm, and focusing on the next few steps.  

A few days later, Sy was delivered to his own home in town by ambulance.  There was no way he was going to fit in your tiny car nor be able to get into his truck with a full leg cast.  By the time the paramedics brought him home, you had worked with a local in-home care service and set up the guest bedroom on the main floor of his home to fit his new needs.  

He was grumpy but complicit as he was carried on the gurney into his home.  He was agitated, looking exactly like a caged animal, clutching his jaw, eyes flicking around at the EMTs, at his home, at you.   They softened just a touch at the sight of you standing off to the side, dressed in one of his beat up old button-ups, sleeves rolled up to your elbows, leggings and old boots you had stashed at his house to help around the yard.  You hadn’t really been back to your own apartment since you got the call from the hospital at work 4 days previous.  You did a drive by to grab some essentials the first morning after his accident and then had set up in his home (with his consent) to get everything ready and settled for his arrival.  

Catching him looking at you as you stood off to the side out of the way of the two paramedics doing their jobs, but yet still hovering like the protective mother hen you suddenly felt like, you gave Sy a soft smile, happy to have him back in his home where maybe he could relax and let himself heal and  recover.  

It was later that evening when you brought him his dinner on the wooden tray, a steak, mashed potatoes and creamed spinach, one of the meals you made for him when you first started dating.  Only thing new was the side of painkillers and post op antibiotics that were waiting for his belly to have some food as a buffer.

As Sy looked at the tray in front of him, he softly, ruefully sighed and you pecked his forehead, rising to leave.  “Sugar,” he said quickly, but quietly, his hand wrapping viper fast around your wrist, stopping you, surprising you a bit. 

“Yes?” You looked from his hand to his face, seeing the man struggle with the words he was trying to share.  

“Thank you,” he sincerely stated, his crystal eyes clear and possibly sparkling.   “For all this.” He gestures around the room, the bed, the dreaded walker, the other equipment, as well as the food in front of him.  “You didn’t-“

“I know,” you assured him.  “But I wanted to.   I’d like to think you’d do the same for me if the roles were reversed.”

James nodded and smiled a little wider, the dimple you adored making a rare appearance even through all of his beard.  “I woulda.  After I finished spankin' you for jumpin’ out of a perfectly good plane.”  

You both laughed for the first time in almost a week. This was going to be a long journey, but together you were gonna make it to the other side.  

General Tag List: @littleone65, @mysweetlittledesire @jvanilly HC Tag List: @m07belzen, @used-to-be-bourbonwithice, @hawklin, @geralts-yenn

[heartlilith]

WHAT THE VENUS SIGNS REMIND ME OF

🩷Oddly specific things I think about when I hear ______ venus

Aries Venus: Summer, rubies, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, rollercoasters, fast cars, the color red, vampire fangs, Saturday nights, liquor stores and gas stations, fireworks, sour candy, cool bic lighters, “you’re mine”, Mario Kart, boys who wear nail polish, fuck it energy, oversized sweatshirts, middle finger emoji, cherries

Taurus Venus: Satin pillowcases, white candles, pearls, mirrors, hand holding, walking someone home at night, vinyls, red lipstick, full lips, fancy dinner dates, the wine and dine, old romantic movies, wallets and purses, hotels, French manicures, old money, “I won’t get on my knees for no man”

Gemini Venus: Driving around at night listening to music, reading to someone, comedy shows, mimosas, Samantha from Sex and the City, libraries, nerd kink, hot teachers/student kink, emerald green, laughter, swing sets, looking out of the window and just watching, untied shoelaces, dogs and puppies, dad jokes

Cancer Venus: Soft feather pillows, a bowl of warm soup, a bubble bath, tears and running mascara, babies and how babies laugh, poetry, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be”, hot tubs, hot coffee, teddy bears, heartbeats, soft hands & skin, lotion, bagels and cream cheese, doodling in your journal

Leo Venus: Lip gloss, mojitos, getting drunk at brunch, diamond tennis bracelets, drunk texts you regret sending later, the block button, lonely nights, shooting stars, blowing bubbles, piggy back rides, art museums, glittery eyeshadow, jumparoos, birthday parties

Virgo Venus: Taking a shower, Dove soap, smooth skin, symmetry, butterflies, the smell of books, getting a facial or going to the spa, chicken caesar salads, the good tasting water, chunky headphones, acoustic guitar, running errands, getting your eyebrows done, neat handwriting, neutral colors, sushi

Libra Venus: Blush, dimples, Y2K fashion, Hello Kitty, makeup skills, those little hand mirrors, princes and princesses, cupcakes, pedicures, Margaritas, taking pictures, art, castles, Disney movies, daisies, spin the bottle, cartwheels, soft hair, bubblegum, skincare, watermelon and pineapple

Scorpio Venus: Psychology, neck tattoos, “until death do us part”, Kings & Queens, snakes, sacred sex, chess, secrets, hickeys, the feeling after you stay up all night, the feeling of being at a concert, roses, knives, tequila shots, legs intertwined, dirty martinis, sparklers, Avril Lavigne, fantasy books, true crime and dark history

Sagittarius Venus: Clouds, rock climbing, rappers, Hip Hop and R&B, going on vacation, açaí bowls and fresh fruit, sun kissed/radiant skin, the color yellow, retreats, history, yoga and Pilates, spicy food, “it is what it is”, curly hair, the smell of weed, casinos, the last day of school, Las Vegas

Capricorn Venus: Leather, red wine, the cow pattern, cowgirl boots, the color brown, espresso, dark chocolate, briefcase of money like in the movies, the movie Scarface, whiskey on the rocks, bosses, owls, turtle necks, caramel, wearing suits, lingerie, business, New York City

Aquarius Venus: Lightbulbs, telescopes and microscopes, LED lights, hamsters, college parties, glitter, peace signs, 70s concerts, food trucks, skipping school, “fuck it”, diving in the pool, the beach at night, disco balls, getting detentions in school

Pisces Venus: Mermaids, kittens, cartoons and Disney princesses, champagne, Webkinz, little kid stories like Goldilocks, 3 Little Pigs, Hansel and Gretel, clear glittery lip gloss, holographic, snowmen and icicles, swimming in the pool, flower gardens, glow sticks , picnics, bumblebees, sand castles, elementary art class, 3D movies

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[tinylilacbun]

Ok so what about big brother Rafe and the youngest cameron where she is like 3-5 years old, she is just loves her big brother so much, and dont understand why is everyone afraid of him. Also rafe is only soft when it comes to her😭💞

Big, Bad, and Scary?

Pairing: brother!rafe cameron x toddler!sister!reader

Warnings: none I guess?

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It was no secret that you love and look up to Rafe, of course you do, he's your big brother after all. It's just that with everyone else he seems to be intimidating, a crazy spoiled rich boy with short temper who only seeks his father's approval.

But with you, with you he's patient and almost instantly drops what he's doing the second he hears you call for him. Somehow only you get to see a side of Rafe that no one gets to experience. Maybe it's because you look at him like he's the only person in the world, that you just want to spend time with him.

He doesn't get it. With what does he deserve all your adoration and love for him? He didn't exactly do anything to deserve that except for listening to the things you got to say and simply existing.

Rafe can't complain though, it's nice to have someone who actually appreciates him or isn't judging him even if you're just a four year old who doesn't know better and only wants to spend time with her brother, not knowing how messed up he really is.

The scary thing is he could be shouting and having an angry fit in one second but the moment you enter the room he's calm again, afraid to scare you and destroy the bond he has with you.

"God, Top, could you stop your fucking whining already?" He snaps into his phone, standing on the balcony with one hand resting on the railing, the other gripping his phone tightly.

As Topper on the other line keeps complaining he hears your small feet toddle behind him, feeling you tug on his shirt a second later. He looks down, holding the phone away from his ear. "Yes?"

You only raise your arms in response, making grabby hands. The request is clear and Rafe sighs, balancing his phone between his ear and shoulder he bends down to pick you up.

As you place your head on his shoulder he focuses back on his call, taking a deep breath, your mere presence alone has him a lot calmer. "A'ight, listen, we both know who did that and make sure he regrets it. Just- I'll text you soon. Yeah, bye."

He ends the call, pocketing his phone and turns his attention to you. "So, what's up with you, hm?"

"S'nap time, Rafey." You mumble, a yawn escaping your lips and without another word he walks back inside, making his way to your room.

You would notice when people avoid looking at Rafe, rushing past him to not accidentally set him off somehow. Like at the beach, you're just building a sand castle with Rafe sitting beside you, busy on his phone when you see a group of boys walking past, glancing at you both and suddenly speaking to each other in hushed voices.

You furrow your brows, looking over your shoulder and watching them for a moment longer when Rafe pokes your side. You turn back to look at him. "Rafey?"

"Yeah...?"

"Why people look at you like that?" You ask, tilting your head.

"Like what exactly?" He puts his phone aside to give you his full attention.

"Dunno...they always look at you weird." You mumble, mindlessly working on your castle.

"Oh, uh-" He scratches his chin, thinking about how to explain it to you. "Y'know...some people are just- surprised I guess. It's nothing bad, you don't need to worry 'bout that."

You nod seeming to accept his explanation, placing the last sea shell on top of your sand castle to finish it up.

One day Rafe took you to that outdoor movie thing that has been organized. It's unsettling how he can still look intimidating with you sitting on his lap, your legs swinging back and forth on each side of his, giddy with excitement.

"When's it gonna start?" You ask craning your head to look up at him.

"Soon, kid. Just be- hold on. Top, look over there." Rafe stops mid sentence, nudging Topper's shoulder and pointing in the direction of Pope and JJ. "Told you they'd be here."

"Yeah, great, what do you think we can just go over there and give them a mindful?" He remarks sarcastically.

"Course not you dumbass." Rafe rolls his eyes, noticing you trying to reach for your cup that was on the ground beside his chair. He grabs it, handing it to you. "We gotta wait for the perfect moment to surprise them."

After it got dark, you were still engrossed in the movie that was playing and munching on the popcorn with your back resting against Rafe's front. You make a sound of protest when he suddenly stands up, placing you to sit on his seat before crouching down in front of you.

"I'll be right back. Stay here and don't talk to anyone, okay? I won't be long." He makes sure you nod before standing straight again, ruffling your hair and walking off with Topper.

Your moment of concern of them being away is gone the second you focus back on the movie. Everything was well when suddenly the screen caught fire, people jumping up gasping and shouting in surprise.

You jump in your seat at the sudden commotion, looking around frantically and tearing up but don't dare to get up. Rafey told you to stay.

Speaking of Rafe, he was behind said screen after his little altercation with the two pogues. His eyes wide as he notices the fire, snapping out of his adrenaline haze as Topper slaps his shoulder.

"Dude, your sister..." He reminds him.

"Shit-" Rafe doesn't think twice, running off to where he left you, his anger forgotten the second Topper mentioned you. Stupid, he is so damn stupid. Leaving his little sister alone just because he felt like messing with the pogues.

He quickly finds you, feeling guilty the moment he sees your distressed expression and the tears running down your cheeks. Immediately he picks you up, placing his hand on the back of your head to cradle you against his chest.

"Shh, you're okay. I'm sorry, I'm here now..." He murmurs, starting to walk towards where his truck is parked, rubbing your back the whole way there.

Your crying subside to quiet hiccups but still cling onto his shirt tightly. He leans against the truck, still trying to soothe you by murmuring softly in your ear and holding you securely in his arms.

"There we go, all good now?" He asks as you pull away, his thumb wiping away some of your tears. You nod, the moment of shock disappearing as exhaustion takes over. "Let's go home."

He turns around and opens the back door, getting you settled in your car seat and buckling you in. Rafe kisses the side of your head before shutting the door, running a hand through his hair with a sigh when he sees Topper approaching him.

"She good?" He asks, obviously concerned about you.

"Yeah...just a little spooked but she's fine. I'm gonna get her home now, see you on the golf course." Rafe pats him on the back, rounding his truck to get in the driver's seat, glancing at you in the rearview mirror. You're already knocked out cold and he smiles at that, turning on the engine.

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Taglist

For everything:

@my-river-lilly @pauntedblacknails @fanfictioniseverything @devilslilbabysblog @buckymydarlingangel @hallecarey1 @daybreakwinter @loveshineslikethesky @wandaslittlewhore @vase-of-lilies @white-wolf1940 @simpingbutch @mischiefsemimanaged @alina02 @teddybearsgrr @doozywoozy @angelbabydoll28 @glxwingrxse @lilymurphy03 @veryvaughnny @lokigirlszendaya @youngstarfishdinosaur @little--baby--bear @minideathgoddess @rach2602 @aagn360 @gh0stgurl @flourishandblotts-inc @fluffyblanketgecko @lovelyy-moonlight @yoruse @kissforvoid

For Rafe:

@chiaraanatra @chimindity

[honey-milk126]

Dating the MHA characters (pt.1)

Includes: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Fumikage Tokoyami, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki, Tenya Ida, Hanta Sero, Mashirao Ojiro, Yuga Aoyama.

A/n: Hope you enjoy.

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Izuku Midoriya (15)

1.Loves when you pet his hair.

2.Lets you out flowers in his hair.

3.Loves to cuddle while watching all might.

4.Hates when he has to leave you to train.

5.Lets you watch him train, if it's not super late.

6.Loves it when you make him food.

7. Takes notes on your quirk.

8.Loves to brush your hair, and paint your nails.

9.Will watch scary movies with you. (Even though he's scared)

10.Loves to pick you flowers

11.Loves to make you flower crowns

12.If you wanna go on a walk at night, he will go with you.

13.Hates when all might trains him on date night.

14. Loves to take pictures of you.

15.Nicknames for you: Baby, pumpkin, princess, babe, my love.

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Katsuki Bakugo (15)

1.Tries to not yell at you.

2.He will train with you. (He wants you to be able to protect yourself)

3.Will cuddle you.

4.Watches scary movies with you. (He protects you)

5.Threatens mineta if he touches you.

6.If you take medicine, he will remind you to take right on time. (He has it ready for you.)

7.Loves when you sleep on his chest.

8.Will do your nails and hair for you.

9.He plans date night every Saturday.

10.Will watch romance movies with you. ( he thinks they are cheesy)

11.Will get up past 8 to help you with anxiety. (If you have it)

12.Will comfort you if you have a nightmare.

13.Loves to play with your hair.

14.Gets you a locket.

15.Nicknames for you: teddy bear, baby, mine, love, my queen.

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Fumikage Tokoyami (15)

1.Dark shadow loves you

2.Loves to cuddle you.

3.Loves to take you out on picnics.

4.Loves to get you stuffed animals.

5.Will massage your back if it hurts.

6.Loves to pick you flowers.

7.Makes you flower crowns.

8.Makes your birthday so special.

9.He takes you out to eat, then gives you a stuffed bear, then you go star gazing and then he gives you a promise ring & a necklace.

10.He got you a stuffed animal that is a baby deer.

11.he buys you anything you want.

12.Will go camping with you. (If you like camping)

13.Loves to take pictures of you. (& your dates)

14.Loves to watch movies with you.

15.Nicknames for you: baby, my love, my birdy, my queen, sweetie.

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Denki Kaminari (15)

1. Loves to flirt with you.

2. Will charge your phone for you.(willingly)

3. Loves to cuddle you.

4. Gets embarrassed by short circuiting.

5. Let's you paint his nails.

6.Loves to match outfits with you.

7.Loves to play video games with you.

8. He tries to help you with homework.

9. Loves to watch movies with you. (All of them)

10. Loves to star gaze with you.

11. Buys you snacks.

12. Loves to get you flowers. (He does it randomly to)

13.Loves to watch YouTube with you.

14. Buys you stuffed animals.

15. Nicknames for you: baby, my love, my pumpkin, my queen.

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Eijiro Kirishima (15)

1. Let's you help dye his hair.

2. Loves to nibble you. (He just bites you)

3. Loves to cuddle.

4. Gets you random cards.

5. Loves to draw on your skin. (Little stars and hearts)

6.Takes you on Lazer tag dates.

7. Loves to take you to the movies.

8. Loves to go to the beach. (He builds sand castles with you)

9. Goes to look at puppies with you. (And cats at the animal shelter)

10. Loves to cook for you.

11. Loves to try new things.

12. Gets matching pajamas.

13. Has an album of pictures on his phone of you guys.

14. Loves late night walks.

15. Nicknames for you: pebble, love, my star, my love, babe.

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Shoto Todoroki (15)

1. On hot days he uses his ice to cool you off.

2. On cold days he uses his heat to warm you up.

3. Love to spend money on you. (It's his dads money)

4. Loves to watch movies with you.

5. Loves to watch the the sun set with you. (And sun rise)

6. Loves to cook for you.

7. Let's you try new foods.(if your super picky)

8. Loves to slow dance with you.

9. Let's you mess with his hair.

10. Loves to match.

11. Is okay with family dinners

12. His sister loves you. (So dose his mom)

13.His family pretty much loves you.

14. Goes on walks with you.

15. Nicknames for you: princess, love, my baby, babe, my queen.

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Tenya Ida (15)

1. Has a schedule for everything.

2. Loves to walk with you.

3. Trains with you.

4. Loves to go on dates, at the park.

5. Will watch movies with you

6. Will make you a schedule. (If you need it)

7. Helps you clean and cook.

8. Loves to try new foods.

9. Loves to get you new clothes.

10. Lectures the class if they are mean to you. (Mostly mineta)

11. Loves to protect you.

12. Tries to train you so you can walk by yourself. (If you need alone time)

13. Stays up when you go on a night walk. (If you went by yourself)

14. Loves to cuddle you, when you have had a back day.

15. Nicknames for you: My love, my queen, my hero, baby.

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Hanta Sero (15)

1. Has a ton of pictures of you.

2.Loves to cuddle

3. Hates when mineta is near you.

4. Will tape mineta's mouth shut. (For you)

5. Loves to get you flowers.

6. Loves the fast and furious movies. (Will watch them with you)

7. Will watch true crime documentaries with you

8.Gets you to try spicy food.

9. Loves to go on walks with you

10. Loves to look at the sun set

11. Loves to climb trees with you.

12. Tries to bake with you.

13. Loves when you lay on his chest to sleep.

14. Will read books with you.

15.Nicknames for you: Mi alma,Princesa, Media naranja, Mi amor. (Translation:my Soul,my princess, the other half, my love)

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Mashirao Ojiro (15)

1. Lets you play with his tail

2. Teaches you martial arts

3. Loves to cuddle

4. Walks around town with you

5. Loves to go out to eat.

6. Let's you do his hair.

7. Picks you flowers.

8. Has hit mineta because he tried to look up your skirt.

9. Loves to give you piggy back rides.

10. Loves to go to the petting zoo, with you.

11. Loves to sleep on your chest.

12. Loves to star gaze.

13. Loves to walk at night.

14. Has a locket with your picture in it.

15. Nicknames for you: baby, love, my star, babe, sweets.

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Yuga Aoyama (15)

1.Matches with you 100% of the time.

2. Hates late night walks. (He needs beauty sleep & so do you)

3. Will go on walks with you.

4. Will feed you cheese.

5. Hates stress and hates when you are stressed.

6. Loves when you guys cuddle.

7. Loves to snack on cheese.

8. Loves romance movies.

9. Brags about you to everyone.

10. Specifically brags to mineta on how he has a gf and he does not.

11. Loves picnic dates.

12. He let's you wear his hero costume

13. Loves to flirt with you.

14. Reads magazines with you.

15. Nicknames for you: my fabulous queen, . Y love, my star, my queen, my sweet heart.

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End, let me know if you want a pt. 2!

I do not own any gifs or characters, they belong to their rightful owner!

Hope you enjoyed!

See you in my next post! <3

[majoresca]

This sleepover must be in a mansion or a castle to fit so many people in one place!

I'm going to bring a bunch of really fluffy, pillows and cushions. ( And food, because it's never too much, especially with so many people.)

@moonightsky @ushsblog @sweetmariihs2 @reverseenchancia

WE’RE DOING ANOTHER MOOT SLEEPOVER TAG IS:

Moot sleepover <3

(the heart as well)

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[starkwlkr]

Hi I just found your blog as well as your Barbenheimer imagine and I absolutely loved it! Can you do more Barbenheimer and Cillian Murphy imagines like that soon. Like maybe it's after Cillian sees the Barbie movie and is talking about the movie to y/n?

she’s everything, he’s just ken | cillian murphy

here’s some more barbenheimer fics for you <33333

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y/n.l/n she’s everything, he’s just ken (and also the father of my child❤️) hope everyone loves Barbie as much as my husband does!

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“Can you ask Greta if I can have a kenough shirt?”

It was a nice sunny day out and the Murphy family wanted to take advantage of it by spending it at the beach. Alex Murphy had been asking his mom for a ken shirt ever since he saw his mother’s film.

“I can ask her, sure. What color would you like?” Y/n asked, cuddling into her husband side on the beach chair they were laying on.

“Mum, you have to be joking! Pink. I think it will look great on me.” Alex nodded.

“Definitely. You look great in anything.” Cillian added.

“Can dad get one too?!”

“He’s for sure getting one and I’m taking a thousand pictures of my two boys.” Y/n chuckled.

After a while, Alex decided to build a sand castle while his parents relaxed. Cillian then broke the silence.

“I really did enjoy your film, love. I think I even teared up a bit at the end.” He admitted.

“I love you so much.“ Y/n kissed Cillian’s lips.

“On the topic of films, what about mine?” He teased.

“Okay, before I say anything about Oppenheimer, just know that I love you so so so much and you’re my best friend and the only love of my life apart from Alex of course.”

“Y/n. . . ”

“I haven’t seen Oppenheimer.”

[deadghosy]

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𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭���.

Day1: Waking up to the sound of shores, Theodore smiling while putting on a shirt. He kisses your head, whispering “good morning” to you.

Day2: Having a picnic while the sun sets down. Theo chuckles at the wind blowing in your face. Making him brush it out of your face and then kissing your sleeps softly

Day3: Watching the sunset as he holds you close to his body. The waves crashing with the sand making it beautiful to remember every time.

Day4: painting extra seashells that you two didn’t make into bracelets

Day5: Finding seashells together and making them into bracelets so you can have something that reminds you every summer

Day6: going for late night walks along the beach of Italy.

Day7: swimming together, probably splashing each other to the point it goes to almost drowning each other

Day8: napping together at the beach.

Day9: creating a small movie about how you two spent time at the beach

Day10: sand castle wars.

Day11: sand sculpture of each other. You made his hair horribly while he did your face kinda wonky.

Day12: Burying each other in the sand. He likes making funny memories with you.

Day13: possible crab hunting. He’s surprisingly a beast at it.

Day14: watching fireworks at the beach. He’s wearing shade while having his arm around your waist.

Day15: matching swim wear so you and him can look good together

Day16: water gun fights. He likes how wet you were from him.

Day17: night swims. Even late night walks by the sea, you both like the vibe it gives off.

Day18: eating along side the beach, relaxing as you two talk to each other.

Day19: feeding random seagulls. You do this while Theodore is like “hon, no…”

Day20: packing up your things from the beach. Theodore carrying most of the stuff as you head back to the hotel.

[hibiscuslovecandles]

✿MY LOVE✿| BSD

Genre:Fluff,parenting,crack,GN!READER Warnings:Children,babies,not proofread,may be ooc,Let me know if there's any warning I missed! Featuring:Chuuya Nakahara, Edgar Allan Poe, Gin Akutagawa, Doppo Kunikida Note:My next headcanon post after this might come out pretty damn late, I've been a neet for 3 years and I'm being forced to get a job and get a drivers permit so it'll take awhile

🍷When you mentioned wanting to have kids while the two of you were watching a movie together cuddled up on the couch together while drinking wine nearly made him choke on his wine. You two had a good hour long conversation on the topic of kids.

🍷After waiting some time for Chuuya to be mentally prepared for the responsibilities that come with being a parent, he brought up the topic again. That's how you ended up becoming parents.

🍷When they were still a baby it was common to see Chuuya sitting on the playmat with them humoring the infants nonsense and making sure they didn't swallow anything that could kill them.

🍷Whenever the baby would cry in the middle of the night Chuuya always would insist that you stay in bed while he goes to check. 20 minutes would pass and you'd see Chuuya in the rocking chair of the nursery, baby in his arms, fast asleep.

🍷Will take so much pride if the baby says their first words in his presence. It doesn't need to be dada or anything any word and he has the most stupid smile you've ever seen on his face.

🍷Makes sure you and the baby are safe at all costs, the apartment is COMPLETELY baby proof, Chuuya is even mildly offended if you say he's doing too much.

🍷You don't know that Chuuya has a entire folder on his phone dedicated to you and the baby, you don't that these photos were even taken since they were all taken when you preoccupied with the baby like when you're giving them a bath or you building a sand castle with them at the beach, of course he has photos of the two most important people in his life.

🍷Chuuya was sadly….out on business when they took their first steps, when you two video called that night per routine you told him and Chuuya felt like shit for not being there for it….then there was the baby hitting the screen of your phone not quite understanding why Chuuya is inside a rectangle.

🍷When Chuuya returned the first thing he needed was to see his baby and when you placed the baby on the ground and he saw his baby waddle towards him, he wanted to cry, but he didn't it just holding his baby once they reached him.

🍷You are required to send him photos whenever you and the baby are doing something and he can't be there. Send him that photo of the baby on the swing set, send him the photo of the baby flipping through those baby books, send it!!!

🍷He has photos of all three of you together in his wallet. There's nothing he loves more.

🍷Was originally strongly against diaper duty but now takes it upon himself to do it.

🍷Reads all the ingredients used on the back of the baby food and makes sure nothing in the baby bottles you guys buy has any remotely harmful chemicals. He can't lose this one thing.

🍷And a baby grows into a child.

🍷Whenever he's scolding your child for doing something bad and he gets too frustrated he'll have you take the reigns since he wants to avoid taking his anger out on his child.

🍷Chuuya might not be around often due to his uh…position at work but once his kid starts developing interests he keeps those intact. His child into animals? Taking them to the zoo next week. His kid into sports? Signing them up for baseball as soon as possible.

🍷Whenever Chuuya feels like he missed out on something due to work he'll lay next to you in bed and ask you if he's a bad dad while just looking at the ceiling.

���Chuuya is the dad that his kid has no memory of ever seeing him cry when they get older. Mostly because he only really cries by himself and occasionally in your arms in bed.

🍷Has scared off multiple people he thinks were getting too close to his kid.

🍷You have a photo of a completely unbothered Chuuya sitting on the couch reading as your kid is practically climbing him with their blanket as a make shift cape.

🍷Chuuya is always there for whenever you need some you time and just need a break and is completely understanding. He'll take you out for a nice relaxing night out as a close friend of yours watches over your kid granted Chuuya was very hesitant to leave your kid. Not a single hair on their head will be hurt without someone dying.

🍷Whenever your kid comes home from school having a bad day they know they can tell Chuuya as he will hold them close and rub their back and whisper reassuring words as he listens.

🍷When the two of you got called by the school only you could go and pick up your kid since Chuuya was busy doing stuff. Your child got into a fight on the playground is what you told Chuuya when you got home and seeing him washing his hands of…stuff in the kitchen sink, Chuuya was proud of his kid, not for fighting that's bad, but for winning said fight.

🍷 “Did they win?”

🍷 “Not the point Chuuya.”

🍷 “I know but-”

🍷Will sit down and talk to them as to why fighting is wrong and why they shouldn't do it unless absolutely necessary his job doesn't count.

🍷Always tries his best to get your kid the best gift on their birthday. It's like a competition for you two just without any stakes.

🍷Chuuya puts your kid into private school for their entire life, only wanting the very best for your kid.

🍷You could be busy sitting with your kid helping them with their math homework at the dining table and you'll suddenly feel a pair of lips on your cheek. Chuuya returning from a uh…business trip earlier than expected and surprising the both of you!

🍷Chuuya will take a mental photo whenever he sees you and your child sleeping because your child was scared of the thunderstorm outside and wanted to sleep with you two. Seeing the way your child is curled up into your chest and you snoring away is a sight he'll cherish. He loves you two so much.

🦝When you mentioned kids to Poe you had to catch him when he fainted…..it took him quite awhile to warm up to the idea of kids mostly because he's worries if he'll be a good father, he was on board with kids after alot of time but you didn't mind, kids are alot of work and fragile so of course he's hesitant.

🦝The way it was brought up was when he cooking dinner and you were just getting home from work, he had been building up the courage all day so when he heard that front door open he yelled from the kitchen that he was ready for kids…you hadn't even taken off your shoes yet, when you entered the kitchen and asked him to repeat himself because what the fuck was that he was so embarrassed from how he mentioned the topic back up that he refused to even look at you.

🦝Poe had to be taught by you on how to hold a baby and when he looked down into his arms and he saw the warm, squishy, soft, mini human in the fluffy blanket he let out tears of joy, you couldn't really tell though since how hysterically he was crying.

🦝Despite him originally being WAY more opposed to having kids than you were he knows way more about babies than you, having read only the finest books on babies and honestly might mansplain at you about your baby.

🦝Should you leave your baby with a racoon?probably not but when you and Poe both are trying to figure out what's wrong with the bathroom sink there's Karl in the doorway giving your baby a bottle. You're so glad you got a picture of that.

🦝The first time Ranpo came face to face with your baby was when he was going to leech off you two again by crashing at your guy's place and when Poe opened the door he immediately noticed the baby crying in your arms trying to calm them down. Ranpo pushed past Poe just to poke. Poke at your baby and they stopped???

🦝Poe goes to those mommy support groups and it's honestly surreal to see him at the park with all his mom friends talking about their pediatricians.

🦝Whenever Poe makes a mistake like being too loud infront of the baby it keeps him up at night and him muttering about how your baby is going to cut him off as soon as possible and you have to put a stop to this thinking.

🦝Has a photo album dedicated to your baby's growth.

🦝Despite them being a baby and not being able to understand what's being said to them yet Poe reads them bed time stories.

🦝You were playing in the snow with your baby while Poe was inside working on his novel when they said their first words and you rushed inside, baby in arms, to get them repeat their words to Poe and when they do Poe snatched them from your arms and showered their face in so many kisses.

🦝The two of you turned your back from the baby for two seconds while adding a new wall decoration to the nursery when you guys hear Karl make a ear piercing squeal and when you two whipped around the last thing you two expected to see was your baby standing on Karl's tail- wait what. The moment was quickly over when your baby fell back on their bum and cried from how loud Karl was. The two of you were so happy for their first steps less happy about all the yelling but this'll be a fond memory in the future.

🦝Babyhood to childhood.

🦝Hes kind of a push over, if his child begs enough he will buy them whatever they want its usually up to you or Karl to slap some sense into him Karl in a more literal sense to make sure they don't grow up spoiled.

🦝Ranpo ends up being the uncle to sneak candy or a dollar to your kid whenever he sees them to which you scold him and your child. Considering how often Ranpo freeloads off you and Poe he might as well be another child.

🦝Poe is still in contact with the moms from his mom-baby classes and takes your child to play dates with the other moms children.

🦝On his desk are photos of your child on their birthday and a photo of you and him on your wedding day.

🦝Ranpo and Karl are a surprisingly good babysitting duo whenever you and Poe just want a night to yourselves because believe it or not having to make sure a fun sized human with the survival skills of a cabbage doesn't die can be stressful though you and Poe never find out all the hijinks that happen on those nights cause Ranpo bribes your kid to not say anything about the three of them getting lost in a city one hour from your home.

🦝He reads as many books and observes how you handle things whenever it comes to having to disciplining your child so that he can feel like a actually good parent, he looks up to you so much you don't even know.

🦝He still showers your child's face with kisses even if they do start getting embarrassed by it.

🦝He has taken it upon himself to homeschool your child, changing his schedule for his child, being very hands on like taking your kid outside for science lessons :)

🦝One time when Poe was busy writing he walked out his office to see you covered in scratches, you got them when you tried to get Karl to match clothes with your kid. Poe tended to your scratches.

🦝The horror that appeared on both your faces when you two noticed your child was in the bathroom for a weird amount of time so you guys went to check and they were cutting their own hair. Rest of their childhood from then on they had short hair.

🦝Multiple bags filled with clothes that your kid has grown out of that Poe refuses to get rid. Just reminds him of how tiny they used to be.

🦝Poe got into the habit of eating baby food when your kid was still a baby and only recently has stopped.

🦝Immediately hugged your child when they fell off their bike for the first time while learning.

🦝Poe likes answering questions about basic things that your child asks like why is the fridge light only on when you open it? Why can't he play right now? He just finds these questions about simple things that any adult understands amusing.

🦝Poe's heart gets all mushy whenever he sees you tucking your child in. He has it all.

🔪When you mentioned children to Gin while the two of you were making dinner together she froze in place, tears began to poke out of her eyes and it wasn't because of the onions she was cutting, she needed space and time to think it over and so you stepped back.

🔪You were suprised when months after you initially asked the question she gave a answer to your question while the two of you were on a ice skating date. You completely forgot about it so when she told you she thinks ready you were really confused. You aren't confused anymore now that you two are parents.

🔪You'll come home to a eerily silent house and just witness Gin sitting on the living room floor just watching your baby.

🔪Gin triple checks to make sure the car seat is secure before driving.

🔪Ryuunosuke has affections for your baby, after all their family and will protect them with his life, but has he ever supported the weight of the baby in his own two arms? Absolutely not. The closest he's got to holding them was using rashomon to take them when you forcibly handed the baby to him while you scrambled to turn the stove off after you realized you left it on and even them he put the baby on the ground next to him immediately.

🔪She is aware that the nature of her job might prevent her from spending time with you two so she always tries to keep things as snappy and clean as possible so she can make it home in time for dinner.

🔪Whenever you tired after taking care of the baby she'll gladly run you a nice bath and wash your back for you.

🔪You two have a entire manual prepared just in case you guys have to leave your baby with Ryuunosuke.

🔪Gin is very hesitant to give the baby any sugar but does feed them sugar every once in awhile for good behavior due to you convincing her.

🔪She gushes over your baby's first words, you were coming back from hanging out with friends and see her gently pinching your baby's cheeks and you don't even get to ask what's up when the baby repeats the word again.

🔪Prides herself in being the best mother ever.

🔪The baby was sleeping in bed with the two of you once and cried seeing Gin sleep with her eyes open. Fun memory years later, Not fun in the moment.

🔪You have a photo of her sleeping on the couch with the baby sleeping in the position as her under her arm, she'll never know you have this photo.

🔪A baby eventually turns into a child.

🔪Gin is the one who styles the kid’s hair.

🔪Has a photo of your kid on the first day of school as her lockscreen.

🔪Your kid is in public school, Gin just wants your kid to have a normal average average childhood.

🔪Takes everything her kid says very seriously, the kid could be talking about the most recent episode of their favorite show and she'll be listening intently.

🔪Please give her a head massage at the end of the day she deserves it considering her job and the kid.

🔪Whenever your kid does something bad Gin calmly sits down and explains why what the did was bad and why they shouldn't do it again ignore her job details .

🔪Your child's playdates just make Gin happy to see her child enjoy something she never did.

🔪If she gets home earlier than expected she'll help your kid with their homework.

🔪Your child has most definitely said “Eewwwww!” seeing you two slow dance together

🔪No one knows about you or your kid's existence. She stays private about it and wants to keep you two safe.

📒He was the one to mention kids to you when the two of you were getting ready for bed, he's financially and mentally ready to have a child are you? He handled the conversation with you with much care and if you ever got overwhelmed during the conversation he'd help calm you down.

📒Kunikida made sure to spend days talking about this subject with you since having a child is a life altering event. And now the life altering event is here.

📒He does those little baby leg exercises every morning before work so that your baby has enough leg strength for when they start walking.

📒Kunikida is not embarrassed to wear a baby carrier.

📒You were caught having one of the babies snacks and Kunikida snatched it away saying it was for the baby not you!

📒Doesn't mention you or the baby unless someone asks and when they do he talk about the two of you with so much pride.

📒When the day with the baby was particularly exhausting Kunikida will cup your face and tell you that you're doing a amazing job and only shower you with praise about how he admires your strength.

📒Kunikida and you were at the park having a picnic as a date together when you got a call from the family member that was baby sitting for the two of you that your baby took their first steps. Kunikida wanted to immediately get up and go see for himself but he didn't, this day was about you two celebrating your anniversary. When you guys went to pick up the baby though Kunikida cried on his knees when he saw the baby stumble on over to you two.

📒You were sitting on the bathroom sink recording Kunikida giving your baby a bath when they decided to say their first words, a shock to the both of you since they were months late to say their first words so the two of you just froze. Then you realized you got it on video and told Kunikida… he just smiled and gave your baby a kiss on the forehead and kept bathing them. This video is cherished.

📒You have all the gifts that Kunikida’s co-workers gave you guys on a shelf, some of them missed the assignment but it's the thought that counts though the crotchet stuffed cat by his co worker ‘Junichiro’ has to your favorite out the bunch.

📒You'll wake up in the middle of the night and realize Kunikida isn't there. Everytime you'll walk into the nursery and see him with the baby having fell asleep in the rocking chair.

📒Kunikida knows that his job requires him to do something life threatening things so he records his voice, talking about anything and everything talking about his schedule, how much he loves you and the baby, his time at work, just incase he doesn't end up coming home.

📒Luckily he made it to your babies childhood he still has voice messages just incase.

📒Instead of tying his kids shoes for them he decided to turn it into a lesson and teach then how to tie their own shoes.

📒Playdates are always held at your home because the other parents no for a fact that their kids are safe.

📒When your kid scraped their knee when they tripped over the pavement Kunikida was the first person on the scene.

📒You have a framed photo of your kid messily braiding Kunikida’s hair.

📒Might embarrass the kid but he doesn't care, his kid is required to bundle up as much as possible during winter.

📒Raising kid can be exhausting, he gets it, so. While your kid is being watched over at a family members house he takes the two of you to a nice planetarium date.

📒Your kid will activately be saying “Gross!” While you cover them in kisses.

📒Kunikida will take off his glasses for 000.1 seconds he'll look back and your kid took them.

📒Your kid cleans their own room and washes their own dishes.

📒…Good chance your kid had to help Ranpo get on the train before.

📒From the way you and your kid walk into the grocery store with blacked out sunglasses they probably thought you two were about to raid the place when in reality your kid just wanted to feel cool while getting their favorite snack.

📒Your kid always feels loved because every night before they close their eyes they see you and Kunikida telling them goodnight before the lights are out.

📒You feel loved. Kunikida doesn't fall asleep until he knows you two are asleep, just a safety thing.

Smoking and drinking beer with If I Die Young by The Band Perry while posting this lol

[thatstolenpayal]

40 reasons to live:

panipuri

your favourite food

roses

soft rain

thunder

journaling your soul out

reading

music

ghazals

vanilla scent

chocolate ice cream

hair wash days

a good result after toil

the winter sun

the cool breeze over your sweaty skin

seeing yourself in the mirror after crying

gossip sessions with your girlies

when a 'he' gives you butterflies

sleeping in august wrapped up in a blanket

the sound of the waves

petrichor

payals

sparrows

swans

flamingos

kittens

hugs

kisses on the cheek

building sand castles

a long bath

movie nights

stargazing

sunsets

tumblr

pinterest

silence

mandir/dargah/gurudwara/church, etc places of worship

strawberries

bollywood movies

gajras

[mariespen]

little thoughts with dad!steve harrington

content: fem/gn reader! pure fluff 𓂃⊹

warnings: none 𓂃⊹

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⊹˚.⋆ trying to take your daughter to kindergarten and you were slouched forward on the kitchen counter with your elbows resting on the smooth marble, waiting to load her into the car. Of course, before she could ever step foot out of the house, Steve had to give her a “proper goodbye,” as he called it. 

“You’re gonna have a great day, yeah? Love you, bug.” He said, his eyes full of love as he held out his hand for a high-five.

“Yeah!” She said, her dimples obvious on her face when she smiled up at her daddy, high-fiving him back. “Love you daddy.” She repeated, hugging his leg.

He picked her up, spinning her around before kissing her cheek and smoothing out her small sun dress when he inevitably had to put her down. He gave her a small pout when she asked to be picked up again and he bent down to kiss her forehead.

“Done?” You asked with a giggle before he stood back up and walked over to you, grabbing your waist and pulling you into him with a playfully annoyed smile.

“I guess..” He said with a sarcastic sigh, smiling and kissing your cheek when you reach for your keys, your daughter already running off to try and open the front door.

⊹˚.⋆ going on a peaceful beach vacation after an especially hard week, watching him lay on the sand next to your daughter. He smiles and watches her build a sand castle, looking at her with pure adoration. 

“C’mon bug, let’s get more water, yeah?” And he picks her up, going to the smaller waves and letting her fill the bucket the best she could. Hauling the water bucket back with one hand and his little girl holding the other.

“Let’s show mommy, hm?” After they finished their collection of sandy towers and decorated it with sticks and shells. He kisses the side of your sandy hair as you talk to your baby girl, letting her show you around the castle. He makes little comments like, “Where’s mommy and daddy’s room, baby?” And she eagerly points out a tower near the center.

You’re sitting together after your daughter ran around and tired herself out, all three of you on your baby blue beach blanket. His arm is wrapped around your waist as you rest your head on his shoulder, your daughter sleeping on the side of his leg with a towel wrapped around her as he uses his other hand to rub her back. You capture his lips in a kiss and can feel the smile on his face.

“One more..” He mutters when you pull away, and he pulls you closer to him.

⊹˚.⋆ finally putting your daughter down for bed and walking to the living room where Steve was waiting impatiently for you. 

“Look, love, it’s this one!” He says excitedly, talking about a movie that he’s been wanting to watch forever. You sit next to him on the couch, eventually laying on his chest and sharing the plush white blanket with him. You smile as he tells you about the plot, which was… inappropriate to say the least. But of course, you agreed and he thanked you with a soft kiss to your lips. You relaxed into him as he absentmindedly played with your hair when the movie started. 

Twenty minutes in, there were already incredibly R rated scenes. You watched them intently, not hearing your daughter’s footsteps. She stumbled sleepily into the living room right as the scene ended and Steve shot up, looking at her as she sleepily rubbed her eyes.

“Daddy?” She asked and he walked quickly over to her as you paused the tv.

“Bug.. what’re you doing awake?” And he sweeps her up, kissing her cheek and walking her away from the tv as she asks him for a sip of water.

“Of course baby..” He says gently, walking to the kitchen with her in his arms, taking a look back at you with a relieved smile. 

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Drawing Her

Regulus Black x Potter! Reader

word count: ~550

warnings: none

note: ... i've been gone awhile, without warning i'm sorry. it was really just a lot of personal stuff, then my sister had another baby so i was helping with her toddler and just been busy but i'm hopefully back (??)

The air was calm, which wasn’t usual around the black lake. The couple were on the rocky shore, Y/n had brought a blanket for the two since they were planning to spend their day together there. It was the weekend and most of the students were at Hogsmeade, including the marauders so they decided that staying back at the castle was the best way to get some alone time together. 

Y/n was standing feet half in the water. It was an optical spot for skipping rocks, or that's what she told Regulus when he asked why she was taking off her shoes and tossing them to him. Unlike his girlfriend Regulus wasn’t interested in what he called a ‘physical activity’.

“Did ya see that one, Reg?! I reckon that was what? 4? 5? Skips!” She turned on her heels, feet digging further down in the sand, and saw that Regulus was more focused on his sketchbook than her. “Love!” 

Her yelling broke the boy from his focused stare, “Yes?” He said, wiping his head up to face her. He instead didn’t only got his beautiful girlfriend running up and falling down on the ground next to him, in turn he subconsciously blocked his page from her view, an action she noticed instantly.

“What were you drawing?” “N-nothing, it was just the uh- view, the water and mountains.. And the castle.” “The view? Me? Were you drawing me? I’ve never had a boyfriend who drew, a boy has never drawn me! That is such a movie moment!” She rambled, not even conscious of what she’s saying, now she’s worried that maybe that wasn’t something he wanted her to know, or worse he wasn't even drawing her at all. 

“You can look.” He mumbled while handing the book over to her.

“I don’t have too.” “It’s fine.” “Okay.” She smiled, making grabby hands and moved to lean her head back on her boyfriend’s lap.

The book settled on her chest to be comfortable in front of her face, and with Regulus’ hands running through her hair. Her eyes now landed on the drawing, a landscape of the hills and part of the castle in the background, and in the centre of it all was the young girl skipping her rocks.

“Reggie! This is so good!” She muttered and studied the piece, then flipped the page to the previous, it being a sketch of the male anatomy. “Woah! Warn a girl.” 

She flipped back a few pages and landed on another sketch of a girl that looked just like her. “This is me. You’ve drawn me before.” “Many times.” “‘Many times’!” “Yes, and suppose that may sound creepy or a bit stalker-ish.” “Maybe, but I think it’s cute. How many drawings do you have of me?” “Um.. Well, a few from over the past 5-6 years.” 

Y/n sat up fully, and sat criss-cross while facing him. “Since your first year?!” “Okay, yes, it’s bloody creepy but- I mean I’ve liked you for so long and I just think you're beautiful. I’m sorry if it creeps you out-” “No really, Hun. I think it’s really sweet. I mean it makes me feel great, aren’t I just irresistible?”

Just as always, Regulus rolled his eyes with a smile on his face and mumbled, “Yes, darling you really are.”

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