#thanks for the writing prompts they're super helpful!!

[seaglassmelody]

I am trying to be an active participant in fandom for probably the first time ever and also get back into writing little things for fun so!!

Just a little scene for @thedissonantverses Writing Wednesday challenge:

Angst 2: Characters have tragically gone missing and left others behind to cope

Or: Lucanis and Bellara have to Cook Out The Stress

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised to find you in here.” There was a laugh in Bellara’s voice, but it was heavy, landing like a pebble in a still pond in the silence of the Lighthouse kitchen.

Lucanis looked up from his cup of coffee. Maker knows how long he’d been sitting there in silence, watching Spite pace the room in agitation.

“I was going to try to make dinner.” His voice was toneless, the ‘but’ at the end of his sentence heavily implied.

“Well…I could help! Emmrich told me to take a break before I burned myself out…”

The lyrium dagger copy was coming along, but not fast enough. It had already been a week and a half and no sign of real progress.

They hadn’t even heard any news about Neve still.

Bellara made her way to the kitchen as Lucanis pushed himself up from the table.

“I do not even remember what ingredients we have right now.” He glanced at the countertops, barely processing the vegetables and spice containers scattered about.

“Well…we should still have the bread and cheese I got for khachapuri!”

“Khachapuri? Hollowed out bread? Three kinds of cheese?”

There was silence for a moment before Bellara’s startled laugh rang through the room.

“That’s exactly what Neve said! When I told her I’d make it!”

The stressful tension in the room eased a bit as the two laughed- harder than the coincidental statement warranted, but desperately needed.

“So you bought that for Neve then?” He asked as they both managed to managed to catch their breath.

Bellara nodded. “Rook wanted to try it too. Said she never had it but ‘anything with bread and cheese has to be good.’” She wrung her hands together anxiously. “I really wanted them to tell me if mine was any good…”

Lucanis paused pensively. “We can taste test it with the others. Make sure the recipe is perfected when we bring Neve and Rook home.”

His voice was quiet, almost fragile. Bellara stared for a moment before giving him a bright smile.

“Yeah. Yeah! Let’s make sure we give them the best welcome back celebration we can muster!”

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(They proceeded to spend the next several hours planning out the perfect Welcome Back Party menu. Was it too much food for just the Veilguard? Probably. Does that matter? Of course not.)

[captain-huggy-bear]

The Little Things Mean A Lot

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Reader is a little emotional but this is just fluffy and super soppy.

Summary: Sometimes it's the small things that make you fall in love all over again, like your favourite Singapore chowmein from your favourite Chinese takeaway after a long day of teaching and parent's evening.

Notes: I have 2 parents evenings this half-term and a late open evening thing and I really hate the late evenings, and they're always on a middle of the week day where you have to get up and teach the next day while exhausted 😴

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)

Writing Masterlist

Teaching has always been a love-hate profession for you. You enjoy it, of course you do, but it's a lot of work and stress on the best of days and it's only made harder whenever you have a late evening like tonight. 'Parent consultation evening' also known as parent-teacher conference, parent's evening or the night that teacher's dread because they can't leave school until 8pm and just want to go home after teaching all day.

They're not terrible, you have to admit as you finish your last appointment at 8.01 pm. Parents are general complimentary to you and a lot of the issues you have with kids get sorted out simply by talking to their parents and getting the chance to show them their work or lack of. It helps that since Covid your appointments are online, so parents can't go over their time slot. But, you'd been out of the apartment since 6am and taught a full day of lessons, plus teaching your club and then you spent the last 3 hours talking non-stop to parents. So, yes, they weren't terrible, but you were exhausted and really ready to go home and fall into bed. You were ready to see Quinn or at least curl up next to him under the duvet.

Even collecting all your things together and putting on your coat felt like a chore. You tried to do it quickly, your work laptop shoved into your backpack without care, your water bottle, now empty, collected and your lanyard thrown into the bottom of your bag where you'd likely complain that you couldn't find it tomorrow.

The corridor is empty, dark as you make your way to the front doors of the school, passing a few other classrooms still with their lights on as the last remaining teachers finish their evening off. You wave at a few of your colleagues who catch your eye through their doors, but don't stop, determined to get away as quickly as possible. It's always a little eerie leaving school when it's dark out and barely anyone is around, like something out of a horror movie.

You slip your phone out of your pocket dialling Quinn on instinct, it barely rings before he answers.

"Hey, baby." His voice not even a little bit groggy, telling you that he's stayed up for you again and hasn't had a nap. No matter how many times you tell him he can go to sleep if he wants, he always stays up until you're home and have eaten. Even if he's had a long day.

"Hey..." You practically sigh out, tiredness infecting your tone, "I'm just walking to my car now, should be back at the apartment in 20 minutes if the traffic isn't too bad." The car park is practically pitch black and you're thankful for Quinn's voice on the other end of the line and the fact your car isn't too far from the doors.

"Okay, baby, drive safe, yeah? It's been icy, so don't rush." Quinn would know, he'd woken up way too early that morning, before even you, to scrape the ice off your car and make sure you didn't have to do it yourself. It had been a little thing that morning that had made your day easier but also made you love him just a little more. He knew how much you hated being even 10 minutes later to work than you normally were, your routine being put off would mess your day up, so he didn't mind keeping it on track for you. Even if it changed his routine in the process.

Your car is freezing when you get in, rushing to turn it on and get the heating going, practically shaking in your big coat and scarf, "I know, I promise I won't rush. I love you." You put your seatbelt on, turning the headlights on as you think about how glad you're going to be when you open the apartment door to Quinn.

"I love you too. See you soon." His voice is soft and it's hard to do but you say your goodbyes and hang up the call, setting your music to play and making sure you have everything with you before you set off.

The drive is uneventful thankfully, no real traffic and no real issues other than the hungry rumbling of your stomach and the tired blinking of your eyes. You've never been more thankful for the lack of traffic than when you pull into the apartment parking lot and into your designated space.

There's a moment, after you put your car in park, where you simply turn your car off and close your eyes. Needing a moment to decompress and get your bearings even as you can feel yourself starting to nod off. This moment is interrupted by a startling knock on the window of your car door that has you jumping out of your skin, hand clasping your chest. You look, only to see Quinn, bundled up in a hoodie outside your door, hands in his pockets, looking sheepish at having scared you.

You shake your head at him through the window, but let him open your car door for you. You don't protest when he walks around to the passenger side and grabs your work bag for you and you say very little, just melt into his side when he wraps his arm around you to usher you to the door of your apartment building.

You let him practically support your body weight on the way up to the apartment, feeling for the first time that you can relax. It's silly really, how easy it is to shut off around Quinn, barely looking where you're going because you know he'll steer you in the right direction, knowing he won't let you walk face first into a wall.

When Quinn finishes unlocking the front door, the first thing you notice is how warm the apartment is like he's put the heating on especially for you. You were always cold while he always claimed he was fine.

You toe your shoes off at the door, turning to watch as Quinn is much more careful with your work bag than you would be, placing it down by the front door and kicking off his shoes. His hair is at that gorgeous length where when he turns to look at you it practically flips like Prince Charming.

"Go take a shower, baby, I've already made your lunch for tomorrow and I'll sort dinner while you get comfy." It shouldn't make you feel like crying or get emotional but it does because he knows how much you hate making your lunch for work when it's late and he knows how tired you are after a parent's evening. He knows that if it's not made it'll put off your whole morning routine and he knows that that'll ruin your entire Friday. It just reminds you how much he does for you without fussing about it or expecting praise. How well he knows you.

You can't help but wrap your arms around his hoodie swamped frame, pressing your face into his chest for a few moments as you squeeze him as tight as you can, breathing in his cologne, and just enjoying being close to him for the first time in hours.

When you finally look up at him, you rest your chin on his chest, eyes soft as they meet his green ones, "I love you, what would I do without you?"

"You'd be fine, you know it." Yeah, you would. You'd make your own lunch and find your own dinner and scrape ice off your car by yourself, but you'd just be fine...you wouldn't be happy, you wouldn't be thriving. You squeeze him a little tighter around the waist, Quinn's own arms wrapping around you snuggly.

"Then why do it for me?" You ask the question even though you know the answer, because you want to hear him say it, because you love to hear him say it.

"Just because you can do this stuff doesn't mean you have to, I love you...so I want to make your life easier..."

You practically grin up at him, his answer the usual one, one you've heard time and time again but that you love every single time. "I love you too, baby." You reach up to press a kiss to his chin, lips moving across to his cheek, any available skin coming under assault.

He laughs loud, head reeling back to escape you, "Okay, okay! That's enough, you need to go shower! Go!" Quinn pulls out of your arms, struggling to free himself and when he finally does he sends a playful slap to your arse that has you laughing as you leave him, even tired, you can't help but feel slightly rejuvenated in Quinn's presence, like he gives you an energy boost.

You try not to take too long, cutting your shower short out of exhaustion and hunger before throwing on your most comfortable t-shirt and short combo. Your hair is wet, still dripping when you come back out to the kitchen area, the smell of Chinese food hitting you and forcing a grumbling gurgle from your stomach.

"Hungry?" Quinn laughs, looking up from where he's plating up the food. Quinn used to be the sort of guy who ordered one dish from the Chinese takeaway and had the entire thing, but you came from a household of purchasing many items and putting a bit of each on your plate. Mix and match. He'd adapted well to it and become the expert plate maker. Secretly, or not so secretly, he enjoyed making your plate for you, providing you with food even if it was just Chinese takeout.

"Starving! You got my favourite?" You take a seat at the kitchen table, eyes eagerly watching the food in a way that has Quinn chuckling to himself even as he gives you an extra spring roll. One thing he loves about you is how normal you are about food, you don't hide how hungry you are or try to avoid food, even when he can't eat something because of his training and his career, you don't let that effect you or your appetite.

"Mmhmm, and I've given you most of the chowmein, since it's your favourite." He places the plate in front of you, a large pile of Singapore chowmein on your plate, significantly larger than the share on his own plate. Your entire plate dwarfs Quinn's, his desire to feed you seemingly impossible to quash. Maybe you should feel guilty, instead all you feel is such overwhelming love and affection for him to the point of tears welling in your eyes. Maybe its because you're tired, a long day teaching plus parent's evening finally taking its toll or maybe it's just how sweet Quinn is, how determined he is to make your life easier, to look after you, but either way you're especially emotional tonight over a Chinese takeaway.

"Thank you..."

Quinn stops before he even sits in his seat, leaving his plate across from yours at the emotion in your voice. Instead, he comes to stand next to your sitting form, letting you wrap your arms around his hips, your cheek pressing into his side while he runs a hand through your wet hair.

Quinn would say that you were naturally more emotional than him, not a cry baby per say, but with him? In the place you felt most comfortable? Then you were prone to tears, especially when he did something nice for you. It was an interesting thing about you, that you could deal with teenagers yelling at you, throwing things, swearing and being all around rude or parents harassing you, and not shed a single tear. But, the moment Quinn did something thoughtful you got choked up...although not usually over Chinese food. This was a new one.

"You're emotional tonight...you okay, baby?" You sniffle a little at his question, unsure why you're so emotional today of all days, other than possibly how tired you. Maybe your period is on the way? Or maybe it was just that time of year? Still, you can't help but lean into him deeper, clingy in your need to be close to him even as you try to sneak a bite of a spring roll, stomach still growling.

"I'm just tired and...and I love you so much....you're so good to me and you gave me almost all the chowmein." Quinn stifles a laugh at the way you say, all while sneaking food into your mouth, you're gripping him so tight he considers eating stood upright so you don't have to let go. He might not ever admit it, but he loves how clingy you are, how you always reach for him. He loves that he never doubts how much you want him.

"Oh, baby...you really need food and bed, huh?" His fingers run through your hair one last time, landing on the nape of your neck and resting there.

You nod your head and reluctantly let go of him so you can focus on your food. He watches you while the two of you eat, the slow blinks, the way your head lolls every now as if you might fall asleep at the table. He's happy though, happy you're eating, happy you're enjoying it, the way you gobble up your favourite bits and eat more than is probably comfortable. He's happy he can provide for you, look after you, especially given how much you give to your job.

Once you've both finish eating, you go to reach for his plate as if you're going to clean it for him, he pulls it away from you without hesitation, "Baby, I'll do it in the morning...you're too tired, let's just go to bed, yeah?"

You don't even put up a fight when he takes your plate from you or when he grips you by the shoulders, steering you towards the bedroom. There are no protests when he pulls back the covers and helps you ease into bed, the only protest you let out is when he tries to leave to lock up and turn all the lights off. But, you're placated by his soft voice telling you he'd be right back.

You're asleep by the time he's turned all the lights off and put the plates by the sink. Quinn can't really help it, the way he stops just off to the side to stare at you. The soft rise and fall of your breathing, the way you nuzzle deeper into your favourite pillow.

When he was younger Quinn was sure that he didn't want to be responsible for another person that wasn't his brothers, that he didn't want to look after someone else. The idea of loving someone seriously, of caring for them was too much. He'd been dead wrong, you weren't his responsibility and sure, you could look after yourself, but God, did he love doing it for you. He loved seeing you happy, content, well looked after. He loved knowing that even when you were exhausted from work, even when life threw you a curveball, he was there to make it easier, lighten the load. You made him feel needed, useful, in a way that was ten times more rewarding than being captain of the Canucks.

He loved that for all the things he did for you, you did just as much for him. The way you always put a towel in the dryer to warm when you knew he was coming back from practice. The fact you made sure to have his favourite cheat meal ready when he'd had a rough game or roadie. You might think he did more for you, than you did for him, but in reality it was pretty even. You both simply took care of one another.

He's as quiet as possible as he changes into just a pair of grey sweatpants, careful as he slides into bed besides you and gentle as he pulls you back into his arms. You stir slightly, but only enough to turn around and burying your head into his chest, leg wrapping over his hip. Still fast asleep even as you seek out his warmth.

Maybe when he was 19 he didn't want something like this, but now? Now he can't imagine anything better than spending his life doing the little things to make your life easier, to make sure you feel loved and respected even when teaching throws you a long day or a shitty parent or a ridiculous incident. He could do this for the next 70 years and never grow tired of it.

[dreamingunderacloudysky]

Hello!!! Nice to meet you here!!

Requesting separate HC's for Anya and Curly with gn!reader who miss them so much even for 5 minutes that just make big plushies verison of Anya/Curly to cuddle with

S/O That crochets their partner while they're gone Anya, Curly.

A/N: Interesting prompt, I shall do it! Thank you for the request! Gave it an interesting spin!

For context, the reader crocheted both themselves and their partner so you tow have a crocheted of eachother.

Curly

Is super flattered when you email him a picture of a crocheted version of himself. He'd originally thought you just crocheted a little you for him when he went on the Tulpar.

You send him pictures of little Curly on top of your shared pet with a cowboy hat on, which makes his heart swell with joy.

Every time he has a meeting with the Tulpar crew, he'll use the meeting projector to show all the silly pictures his partner sends to him of mini curly.

One picture is Crochet Curly on the dog against a bunch of mini dinosaur figures set up in a formation; another picture is of the Crochet double with you and it on a swinging bench in your back yard.

Swansea and Jimmy scoff at it, but a small smile curls on each of their lips. Daisuke is asking to help Curly with photography ideas with his own Crochet setting the doll various places on the ship. Anya silently enjoys the little pictures and sketches some of them into her note pad.

When he's alone he'll go through and look at the photo war you guys have between your two crochets.

He really misses you

Anya

Before she boarded the Tulpar, you rushed up and pressed the crochett of you into her hands before leaving a kiss and running back down the railing.

Anya spent the entirety of Tulpar's launch carefully holding the little you in the palms of her hands.

Anya herself may not crochet, but I can tell you that she would be a killer at origami, and she folds little Tulpar coveralls for your crochet to wear.

When the first batch of emails from home came in, Anya clicked on the file you sent and had to hold a hand over her mouth as hot tears welled in her eyes.

Seeing a little version of herself in crochet resting between your fingers, in a little lab coat with a stethoscope around its neck. She wished she could take it all back and be with you instead of this space delivery.

Like curly, Anya takes silly pictures at work of your crochet doing various things like holding the butterfly needle while drawing Swansea's blood or posing dramatically next to the 'Yimpy' sketch on her board.

Anya has made little cartoon comics of adventures your two crochets would go on fighting aliens or the declarations of love that Anya herself could not say out loud.

Her favorite picture is you holding the Anya crochet while in bed with a bag of Wendy's watching terrible reality TV. The Anya Crochet is holding a fry in a chocolate Frostee, a habit that mirrors the nurse's guilty pleasure.

She knows the moment she comes home, she'll tackle you out of your shared bed and not let go for a good while.

A/N: I actually had such a BLAST writing this one! It definately strayed from the original prompt but I hope you enjoyed!

[pha55ed]

Pasilyo | F2 (kimi bday celly)

type :: fluff tw/cw :: none contains :: kimi!, paul, pepe, zak, jak request :: beach day kimi bday celly prompt for our one and only summah KING PAUL ARON OFC!! and pepe, zak, jm, jak 🫶 (i have no idea who jm is buttt i know a litttleee bit about jak so this is my first time writing for him!) link to kimi bday celly!

Kimi Antonelli | 04

Going to the beach with Kimi during summer break had to be one of your favorite things ever. Not only was his family super sweet with you, but you got to meet your mini-best-friend, his sister! Kimi loved how well you got along with his sibling, it was always heart-warming to see you bond with her.

As you and his sister played together, Kimi came towards you both. Except, he was swimming underneath the water. This meant that he was playing his favorite game: "shark". Basically, he would go underwater and grab either you or his sister and drag you under.

Although you and his sister hated this game, he always forced you guys to play. As you screamed alongside his sister, trying to tell her to swim faster, you were too late. You watched as she instantly sunk to the bottom as Kimi grabbed her foot. If it wasn't broad daylight and if you didn't see Kimi's ugly teal and orange shorts, you would have been mortified.

You did your best to run away, leaving his sister behind. But you were too slow for Kimi, who was so fast for some reason. If Kimi wasn't a racer, you always thought he would be a swimmer of some kind, maybe a lifeguard. Distracted by your thoughts, you felt a hand grab your foot, you let out a scream. But your cries were muffled as you were quickly pulled under the water and met with Kimi's face.

The only thing you hated about beach days was the lack of PDA that you and Kimi could do. You didn't mind doing small PDA in front of his parents usually, but since you were both in such little clothing it felt 10x times more inappropriate for some reason. Kimi always insisted that his parents don't care and that they're super chill - but you refused to kiss whilst in bathing suits.

Knowing this, Kimi took his one opportunity to do what he's been wanting to do all day: kiss you. Whilst under the water, his hands cupped your face, pulling you closer as he gave you a quick peck on the lips.

Paul Aron | 17

"Paul, I'm literally going to shit myself in the water!!!" You yelled at him, but your pleas were unheard as he laughed. His smile was so bright that you'd rather look at the sun instead of his pearly whites. Although you begged to not go for another round of surfing, Paul insisted that you try it once more.

You borrowed his surf board and was only going on baby waves to test out surfing. Despite the waves being the size of a "pea" in Paul's opinion, to you, they were massive. Although it was your first time, you were doing really good thanks to Paul's help.

So once again, you made your way towards another wave as Paul cheered. Although there were other families at the beach, Paul didn't care and continued to shout praises as you rode a small wave. If he could, he would have recorded you like a proud parent.

The entire day, he's been glued to your side as he helped you learn how to stand on a board, swim you back to shore, and give you handfuls of compliments on your surfing and looks. Even though you felt bald with your hair wet and slightly insecure in your bathing suit, he always made sure to tell you to shut up as he gives you a kiss.

You always thought you couldn't fall deeper for him, but you always did. And the same goes for him: watching you smile, hearing your proud giggles as you say "I did it!" to him, and seeing you without any makeup in a nice swimsuit - he'd marry you right then and there if he could.

Pepe Marti | 21 there's no beach photos of him :(

Swimming was something Pepe only did if he had the proper gear. Not in the cool way, like swim caps or a nice pair of swim trunks. But instead in the loser way, in which he NEEDED his stupid little kid googles and his stupid baby paddle board.

So, as you hurriedly slap sunscreen on him before he ran off, he snapped his dumbass googles onto his face. Just like a dog, he dived into the water and as you looked at the beach, you realized he had matching googles with a different little kid who looked roughly 7 year olds.

And despite being roughly 7 year old, the little boy gave Pepe a weird look, silently saying "Aren't you too old for this?" You couldn't help but snicker under your breathe as you walked calmly towards Pepe, who was splashing around as if he was drowning.

"(Y/N)!" He said excitedly as he handed you his paddle board. "Let's play a game!!" A large smile was on his face, making it impossible for you to say no.

"Okay, what game?" You said with a sweet smile.

"Let's see who can hold their breathe the longest!!!" He said excitedly, before you could agree he started a countdown. "3, 2, 1 GO!"

You watched as his head dived into the water as he held his nose. Little did he know, you weren't under the water...

Zak O'Sullivan | 02

Day time at the beach was something Zak liked, but didn't love. He liked the view, the sound of the waves, and seeing all the happy families. But he hated the sand betting stuck between his toes, the way his hair would get dried out from the sea salt, and the cold breeze that hit him while wet. It just wasn't his style, he'd much rather go to a pool than a beach.

But one thing that he did love, was late night bonfires with his friend group on the beach. Roasting s'mores as you talked with everyone, wrapped in a big jacket as you laughed at stupid stories. It was much more fun than splashing in the water in Zak's opinion.

As you chatted with his friend group, who gladly accepted you into their group, you felt his hand snake around your waist. His head rests on your shoulder, his warm breathe hitting your neck slightly. He felt comfortable around his friends, enough to be affectionate with you.

You smiled, having any of him touch you was an instant way to make you happy. And you smiled even wider as you realized his spare hand reached in front of you, holding a perfectly cooked s'more just for you.

If making a perfect s'more was a competition, Zak would win every time. You laughed at his surprise offer, taking it from his hands as you took a bite. Chocolate was perfectly melted, the graham cracker was lightly warm from the gooey marshmallow.

You felt his hand pull back from your waist, signaling he was going to go back to cooking. On instinct, you grab his hand, placing it back onto your waist. You gave his a small look, that was a silent way of asking him to stay instead of cooking like a manic.

He smiled at you, shaking his head gently as he then placed both hands on your waist as he nuzzled his head into your neck slightly. But it tickled slightly, you laughed as you tried to push him away. But his grip on your waist was stronger as he pulled you in closer to him as he continued to tickle you. His friend group didn't even cringe, only looking away and murmuring how they've never seen him be so soft and gentle.

But he would always be soft and gentle with you, how could he not?

Jak Crawford | 07

Despite how cheesy it is, he loves walking on the beach. Of course he loves the water and jumping in, but he loves talking to you whilst looking at the beach. Watching the light hit you and making you look as if you were sent from heaven. What can he say, he's a big "girlfriend" guy.

Even cuter, is his ambition to find the prettiest shell for his pretty girlfriend. As you chat and walk alongside the shore, laughing at stupid jokes and stories, he'll randomly freeze. He grabs a shell, runs to the ocean to quickly rinse it off and see if it's worthy of giving to you: which is always.

As you walk further along the shore, you're struggling to hold all of the little shells he's gathered for you. But you don't have the heart to tell him to stop. His small gasp when he sees a shell, and then his goofy smile as he runs back to you - how could you ever tell him to stop?

So once again, he handed you yet another shell with a bright smile on his face. Once again, you smiled back and accepted his offer, barely able to hold onto it. As you struggle to walk and hold all the shells, Jak notices and frowns.

"Let me hold some," He says gently, hand reaching out as he grabs a few of the shells he just handed you. As he takes some of the weight, you both continue to walk, giggling and laughing at his stupid jokes and stories once more.

[nicholasdaymiller]

could you do the prompt “lifting the shorter one up so they can be seen in photos” with nick miller and a super short reader??

SHORTIE — nick miller x short!gn!reader

[imagine the gif is how he lifts you up 🥰]

-> okay, here's my first attempt at writing nick miller fic. it's very short, as i said they would be, but i hope you enjoy! i'm nervous lol

••••

it's the eighth wedding of the season. you and the loft family: winston, schmidt, jess, and nick are all sitting around your table, a little bored, and very much wanting to go home.

jess taps you on the shoulder, and you blink rapidly, realising you had been dozing off, "huh? what?"

"they're doing a wedding party photo," she explains, "come on."

"let's get this over with so we can get the hell outta here." winston comments as he rushes out.

you follow your group of friends out onto a field outside, where the entire guest list is shuffling around, finding their spots for the photo.

you end up wedged to the left of the bride, a couple of heads back. the photographer announces loudly that he's ready to start taking shots, and that's when you get up on your toes, trying to get your head in over the taller people in front of you.

tip toes aren't enough, so you try jumping whenever the photographer yells, "aaaand, 3, 2, 1..."

the jumping doesn't help either, so you grab onto schmidt and nick's shoulders. "guys, can you boost me up a little?"

schmidt doesn't hear you amongst the chatter of the guests, but nick looks down at you, confused.

"why?" brows scrunch as he looks down at you.

you gesture pointedly at the people blocking you from being in the photo. "i'm too small." you laugh.

"i gotcha, shortie." nick glances around, then smiles, "i have an idea."

your eyes widen when you suddenly feel one of nick's arms wrap around your waist, while his other slides under your legs. he hoists you up bridal-style. "oof! there we go."

the new height means you can see above the heads in front of you. "uh– thank you." you reply, trying to ignore the butterflies that swarm your stomach at the contact — your arms wrapped around nick's neck, his holding you up with ease.

the photographer yells, "alright! last one, let's make this a fun one!"

you glance at nick, and he nods at you encouragingly before turning back to the camera and sticking out his tongue. you wrap one arm tightly around him, then throw your other arm in the arm, grinning at the camera.

a few days later, when the photos are posted on facebook, you stop on a particular shot. in this photo, nick had just picked you up, and your eyes are locked onto each other, while the rest of the bridal party is looking ahead. you click save.

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[if you want me to try writing some more nick stuff - go to this post for some prompts you can send in ❤️]

[rekino2114]

Let's see~ Valentines prompt 6 with Danganropa girl Junko enoshima with a male reader~, I think this would work well since it's just unexpected for Junko to go this route of just not being upfront. So with she's confessed to being the secret admirer and have to reassure her future boyfriend that this I not a joke, prank or dare, she is 100% in love with them

Junko being your secret admirer

Pairing:junko enoshima x male reader

(Non despair au)

"Thank you for agreeing to help me kyoko"

"It's nothing, I wouldn't deserve my ultimate if I didn't use it to help people, especially my friends"

"It's still a big help"

Kyoko nodded and entered your dorm as soon as you let her in

"So what mystery would you like me to solve?"

"This"

You pointed to the giant stack of letters on your desk

"........I........see"

"This admirer has been leaving these letters in front of my dorm for like a week. They're really sweet, but since I don't know who sent them I can't go talk to them"

"I understand, so you want me to find out who sent them"

"If you can"

"Can I see them?"

"Sure I guess they're mine now anyway"

The detective hummed and went to the desk to pick up one of the letters and open it

"It's OK if you can't It's probably just a prank anyw-"

"It's junko"

".............what?"

"It's junko, she's the one who's been sending you the letters"

".......how did you figure it out that fast?"

"Do you know any other girl in our class who would leave a very visible mark of seemingly very expensive lipstick on the letter?"

"I mean it-"

"Or who sprinkles it with glitter"

"............."

"Or who writes with an impressively good calligraphy but for some reason still dots her Is with hearts"

"........now you make me feel dumb"

"Don't, I'm the ultimate detective for a reason"

"But still......are you sure? Junko's so popular and I'm........well I'm me, those letters feel so passionate, does she really feel something for me"

"From what I'm reading, there's no doubt, she definitely does, you don't just write something like this for a dare"

"That's what I think so too but....."

"Does that bother you?"

"No, the opposite, I kinda like junko too"

"Then go talk to her, if she likes you you get a valentine and maybe even a girlfriend, if she doesn't then you can just move on"

".........yeah I'll go, thanks"

"No problem, if you need me again, I'm always here"

You went outside of your dorm, still a bit nervous, and found junko talking with mukuro in the hallway, as soon as the fashionista spotted you a very slight blush appeared on her cheeks and she sent her sister away before turning to you with a wide smile

"Hey y/n, what's up? You wanna hang out? Cause I'm always up for that"

"I'll just cut to the chase, are you....my secret admirer?"

".....w-what?"

"Like the person who has been sending me the love letters"

"*sighs* I knew you'd figure it out eventually, yep its me, junko enoshima! Hope you liked the letters I used some of my best lipstick to mark them"

"Y-yeah I loved them, but did you really mean all that?"

"Duh! I wouldn't have written them otherwise"

"So it's not a prank or some sorr of dare-"

"Listen y/n if someone ever asked me to prank you, I'd prank them back 10 times as much just for saying that, I love love you, whooooole lot, so much that I can't even put it into words so I tried to write it down, and then I saw a romance movie where the girl left secret notes for the guy she liked and thought it was like super extra adorable, so I decided to do the same since we're even in the perfect period"

"W-wow so you really like me?"

"No I love you, I already said that"

"Sorry it's just a bit hard to believe"

"Why? You're super awesome and the most handsome guy ever in my opinion, so it's only right that the hottest girl ever should get to ask you out"

"W-wait you wanna ask me out?"

"Obviously, or like to be my valentine, but I always thought those things were pretty much the same"

"......w-wow thank you so much"

"It's nothing cutie~ so wanna be junko's super amazing valentine?"

"Yeah of course"

"Yaaas!!! Being valentines is like step one to becoming a couple, I gotta post about this, can we go somewhere tonight, I know a really cute place that's perfect for first dates and I also have this dress I've been waiting for a right moment to wear and I think this is it"

"Yeah definitely, see you tonight junko I can't wait, this is amazing, thank you so much"

"No thank you for accepting the letters my valentine and most definitely future boyfriend"

You giggled and went to your dorm again both to prepare and to look at the letters that your now valentine and most definitely future girlfriend gave you

[vaguesxrrow]

hii! i was wondering if i could request a Dean Winchester x reader with an established relationship, and i had this prompt in my head [could possibly be used as future inspo's for you fics too if you'd like :>]

basically, the relationship between them is pretty new, like only a month or two new, and reader has claustrophobia, but never told him or Sam.

and for a case, they have to go into an elevator, which is fine, and reader seems to do a good job at pretending it doesnt freak them out that they're in a convined space (elevator is pretty tiny, even for elevator standarts)

but then it suddenly stays still, and gets stuck bc of electrical issues.

so now they're stuck in an elevator for who knows how long, and reader tries their best to stay calm, but Dean knows better and now that the elevator is staying still he notices the microexpressions, the panic, the fear.

and its just super fluffy with him helping reader deal with it untill the elevator is back on track

thanks! and have a great day!

i lovee all your requests sm, especially bc they challenge me to write new things <33 i rlly like how this turned out so i hope u do to !

dean winchester / claustrophobic!reader

a/n: i have no personal experience with claustrophobia but i researched it as much as i could. however sorry if it still sounds unrealistic !

cws: panic attacks, claustrophobia

wc: 785

tags: gender neutral reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, humour

"can we even fit in there?" dean asked dubiously, clearly unimpressed at the elevator that stood before you. "i mean, this has gotta be a health hazard, man, cause what is this?" he banged the doors as he stepped inside.

"it's fine, dean, stop being dramatic." you rolled your eyes, trying to fight the wave of panic (or was that vomit?) rising up inside you.

not letting yourself think about it any further, you stepped in after dean. at first, you thought it was just your claustrophobia whispering how this elevator looked like a death trap. but then your (wonderful, by the way) boyfriend dean had pointed it out himself, and wasn't that just awesome?

you weren't irritated at him, but at the situation itself. you and dean had only been dating for a month, and definitely hadn't reached the 'divulge your deepest fears and secrets to each other' stage.

you could tell dean about your claustrophobia now, but what else was there to do? the stairs in this building had been destroyed by the vampires you knew nested on the top floor.

in conclusion, the elevator was the only way.

determined, you punched the button to the 17th floor. this was fine.

dean prattled on about the job. something about 4 vampires, killing 3 residents until the others had to evacuate...

suddenly, the elevator groaned to a stop, on the 10th floor. you hit the buttons again. god, it had been going so well.

"what happened?" you asked. the lights began to flicker. "is there a ghost here, too?"

both of you scanned the area as best as you could, having to shuffle around awkwardly to look at the whole area.

"nah," dean finally said. "probably just electrical issues."

you sighed. "it's gonna be humiliating calling sam to rescue us."

"tell me about it." dean rolled his eyes, even as he dialed his brother's number. "yeah, sammy, [name] and i got into a bit of a situation... no, dumbass, we're not dying-"

you forced a laugh at the boy's banter, even as the walls seemed to be closing in on you. breathe in and out, you chanted internally.

"-if you could just come get us..." dean glanced at you, pausing in surprise for a second. "hey, sammy, i gotta go, just get here as quick as you can, would ya?" he hung up, tucking his phone back into his pocket. you were too focused on keeping your emotions in check to notice dean had become alerted to your subtle panic, and was now giving you his full attention.

"you okay, [name]?" he asked.

you forced a teasing grin. "fine, just wishing i had some fresh air to get away from your stink."

"that's a smooth evasion if i've ever heard one, but it ain't gonna work on me, hot stuff." he wiped away a miniscule bead of sweat from your forehead. "literally."

you closed your eyes. he had clocked you - no point in keeping up the act now, even if it was embarrassing.

"can i touch you?"

you nodded. he put an arm around your shoulder, his other hand lightly grasping yours. he guided it to his chest where his heart was. "you feel my heartbeat?"

you murmured an affirmation.

"alright, it quickened a bit there, but that's the effect you have on me." he winked. "how fast is it? does it match the.. what was it, bpm, of any song?"

you shook your head at him in confusion. "what?"

"answer the question, [name]." he rolled his eyes, flushing slightly.

you furrowed your brow as you thought. "wanted dead or alive, bon jovi?"

he smirked. "awh, that's awesome. now you get to bear witness to my rendition of it."

that alone was so unexpected it startled a laugh out of you. "excuse me?"

he began swaying, jostling you in the process. "you heard me. i'm a cowboy, on a steel horse i riiide." he spun around, although it was more of an awkward twirl. "i'm wantedddd..." he held out both hands to you, tugging you close when you took them. "dead or aliiiveeee!"

you snorted loudly at his attempt to hold the last note, and yelped in surprise when the elevator lurched back into movement. dean's hug tightened, steadying you.

"i must be one hell of a singer if that was all it took to get the elevator sorted," he remarked, looking hilariously proud of himself.

"that's one way to put it." your previous panic and embarrassment had dissipated, leaving only gratitude for your boyfriend. "thanks."

he kissed you briefly. "no problem. but can you imagine the look on sammy's face when he gets here and we don't need help anymore? ha, imagine that!"

[hptriadfest]

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[justin-chapmanswers]

AAAA THE SILVER SPOON EXIT IS FANTASTIC!!! You guys always do such a good job with the Exit Interviews. They're super fun videos that also add juuust that little extra amount of characterization that makes them even better to watch.

What inspires you guys to add the little mini-stories in each interview? Do you usually have an idea of what direction you want it to go beforehand, or do specific questions give you inspiration?

Thank you so much!!! Had so much fun working on that one. And looooove the question. Partly cause I'm like "idk if anyone cares that I do this, but it's fun, anyway!"

When writing any Exit Interview (I've been sole-writing or co-writing all from Box's-and-on, but might not for Balloon's?), I always want to be writing with some sort of angle. Sometimes it's a story for the contestant (TK, Cabby #1, Paintbrush, Silver) , sometimes for the interviewer (Box, Clover), sometimes both (Goo). Sometimes it allows us to hit on an angle on a character that we haven't already, sometimes it gives us some time to show off how far a character has come. Sometimes something that affects the whole interview, sometimes something that'll pop up towards the end that we can hint at earlier. But we tend to try for at least a little-something! We like presenting new narratives wherever we can. The tale is never quite done with these pals!

As for how we plan it out, I'll often go into an interview knowing exactly what angle I want to come in with, and how much that angle'll need to weigh on the characters. I knew I wanted to tell a narrative about Paintbrush wrapping up their three-season-journey and expecting a hyper-dramatic interview to express every facet of their emotional experience... only to receive a bunch of nonsense questions that leaves their final wrap-up feeling empty. So I noted to the audience that we'd love silly questions. I knew that for Silver's Exit we were going to explore the anxieties around criticism, so I made sure to write in the question prompt that Silver would love to hear some compliments- so that we could then receive a bunch of complimentary questions for him to appreciate (but not enough to make a deep impact), and inevitably we received some negative too- which I could then use to show how hard one mean comment can hit for the guy.

For Cabby we wanted to prep for her eventual return by sewing in her current troubled state of mind without tying things up to cleanly in a bow. Clover we wanted to flip it around and have her help an interviewer down on his luck. With Bot we needed to let them reflect on what they've been through but also think on some of the elements of their existence that are still feeling complicated. In Yin-Yang's we knew we wanted to make sure we were following through on their tricky feelings regarding their experience Candle, while also demonstrating their growth as a fun lil duo. Etc.

Occasionally I'll need some inspiration, so I'll ask for the questions first and see if that sparks any particular ideas. When we received a bunch of motherly-oriented characters for Tea Kettle I was left to ponder "how would she feel about this?" With Goo's Exit a couple Cheer Factory questions popped up and I started to think about the fun juxtaposition of matching Goo with someone serious who expects Goo to be a legitimate entrepreneur. Since then we've enjoyed leaning into pairing contestants with very different-vibe interviewers when possible.

And the mindset of writing with an angle all stems to working on Inanimate Answers. Not sure how many people have seen that, since the newest ep predates Invitational, but there we had a very very similar format. It's sorta like the unintentional test-run of Exit Interviews, with some personal conflicts for the contestant, and some for Justin. I'd loooove to make more of those, but they were being made at a point in time where I didn't have a non-II full-time job, and II wasn't focused much on episode production. So finding the time has been tough. We did make a mini version for the Inanimate Direct which was fun (although funnily some of my favorite on-camera work I've done for the channel was in that same video but the Patreon-information segment- which no one will ever watch again cause the Patreon no longer exists haha). And I have an old Yin-Yang Inanimate Answers 5 script that would need to be pretty heavily reworked now that season 3 exists for YY, if I were to try at them again. Maybe there's room for IA in the future. Lots to figure out with the channel! But I'm glad we've had Exits to take on the legacy of some bonus viewer-interaction-based-storytelling.

[nivasichakano]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @patheticfangirl! Procrastination on a Monday? Don't mind if I do. 1. How many works do you have on AO3? 18 — 16 for BG3 and 2 for Arcane (sorry Jayvik one day I'll come back to you 😭) 2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

433,097 (never finished writing a thing in my life before I discovered Astarion, thanks darling).

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Hustle - What I want to write: angsty romantasy. What I actually write: Bloodweave YouTubers. I love these boys. WeaveStitch 4eva <3

Hiraeth - My First Fanfiction, an isekai about a BG3 gamer who finds herself dragged into Faerun. I didn't know how to use AO3 then, I tagged my OC, Astarion, and Gale in a threesome by accident, and Gale and Astarion are super horny for each other throughout because I didn't yet know it was my life's calling to write Bloodweave. But I'm proud of the ending and people still seem to like it.

What Friends Are For - Also known as, Nivasi discovers Bloodweave. This fic has my favorite chapters of anything I've written ever (chapters 11-13).

Driven - Meepbois 😭 I miss them so they're getting a one-year anniversary epilogue this year.

Snakes & Ladders - A silly one-shot enabled by the Bloodweave Brainrot Discord. No tadpole AU in which Astarion is sent by Cazador to steal from Gale.

4. What fandoms do you write for?

BG3 and Arcane. On a knife's edge about Invisible Boys and IWTV.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always. I'd like to pretend that I 'write for myself' but you know it's true, everything I do, I do it for you(r comments).

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Familiar is probably the angstiest thing I've written ('What if Gale's dad was one of Astarion's victims?'). Otherwise, Hiraeth has a very bittersweet ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Literally everything else.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Someone once compared Hiraeth to Twilight, which I consider to be hateful.

9. Do you write smut?

I mean... I try 😅 Not well?

10. Do you write crossovers?

I haven't, but I'm open to it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I think it'd be fun. HMU.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Bloodweave. I can't believe I'm still here over a year later. Just love 'em.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

*cries in Eurovision fic shame* I do actually really want to finish After the End, my Jayvik longfic too, since it's all plotted out. But I realised I can't work on more than one thing at once and Hellfire Club Bloodweave AU is dragging me into the hells at the moment.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I genuinely don't know how to answer this. Uhh, the ability to make absolutely everything a romcom?

Actually, I just came back to this one because I remembered that I can write the shit out of a first chapter. Give me any prompt and that first chapter will be with you in under an hour.

It's just finishing them that's the problem.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Making everything a romcom, if you hate romcoms, I guess. Other than that, oh, so many things: procrastination, repetition, cliches, getting distracted by shiny new ideas, autistic Gale + bbgirl Astarion

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I did it in Driven, because Astarion speaks French, and it taught me how not good Google Translate is. I ended up getting help from the lovely French Quarter of BWBR in the end, and would always go straight to this option in the future.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

BG3! This has been my first experience of fandom and my first time writing fics. I like it. You're all onto something here.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

I think it's got to be Driven. It's not as popular as Hustle, but I received the most surprising amount of love for this story. To the extent that it was actually emotional when it came to an end? Which I really wasn't expecting when I plonked a wizard and a vampire into F1 cars. Thanks meeple <3

* Riddle me this @badmarilynart @hylianworrier

[zombiigrll]

ok ok, hear me out...

Enid Rhee x Dixon!Reader??

Prompt: "...Why are you quiet?" "That's probably the most I've ever heard you talk."

So basically, where reader (either fem or gn, whatever you want) is Daryl's kid (biological or adoptive) and they're super quiet, similar to their father. Like, only speaks if spoken to. Reader and Enid are close friends and maybe after a dangerous encounter, or something angsty, reader can't keep their feelings to themselves anymore and confesses.

AAAGH i'm gonna leave it at that and give you whatever creativities you want. I literally love all your fics and your style of writing, so I hope you like this request and take it cause I would personally be thrilled to see what you come up with.

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FATHERS DAUGHTER. ⋆｡°✩ enid rhee x fem!dixon!reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 1.2K ꩜ .ᐟ WARNINGS ⭑ angst + fluff + friends to lovers (mostly fluff IDK WHAT TO CALL IT theres so many fanfic terms my ass is not caught up on!), reader is daryls daughter (you can interpret if its adoptive or not ), reader is quiet/monotoned, near-death situation? kissing, mostly just cute stuff with a tiny bit of angst! .ᐟ SUMMARY .ᐟ ⭑ you admit your feelings out of fear. ꩜ .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ okay i LOVE THIS REQUEST ANON!! thank you so much!! enid is so fun to write for and this was just so fun to write AHH!! and thank you so much im so glad you like my writing, hope i did your request justice <3

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you had been staying up all night reading some book you had found on a run.

it was clear to everyone that you were a night owl. you could stay up days without being super effected by it, but that could also just be what happens after being in an apocalypse for a few years.

or, it could be that you were exactly like your father.

you were as quiet as him, had the same sleep schedule as him, everything.

anywho, you stayed up and saw the sun started rising, and thats when you remembered you and enid had a quick run together a little ways away from alexandria.

you decided to start getting ready a bit early, just to kill some time. you placed your bookmark in the gutter of the book before closing it and standing up.

the only thing differently you did from your father was that you kept all of your clothes as clean as possible. you even did his laundry sometimes. you didn't blame him though, he was a busy man. you were glad you could help in some way.

you picked a blue flannel, rib-knit tank top, and jeans.

just as you finished changing your clothes, you heard a knock at your door.

"come in." you replied monotonously.

enid opened the door, raising her eyebrow with a slight chuckle as she looked at you. "you're already ready?"

"mhm."

"did you even sleep last night?" she walked over to your bed and sat to your side.

"no. i was reading." you looked at her. your expression and voice was always quite flat, but enid never cared. she knew it was just who you are, and she'd never change a thing about you.

"of course." she nodded in response, looking at the book that laid behind the two of you. "you are your fathers daughter."

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"oh, nothing bad." she nudged you in the shoulder. "you're just quiet and a night owl. just like daryl."

"yeah." you put a hand up to your shoulder, acting like it hurt with a slight smile.

"well, are you ready to head out?" enid jumped off the bed and picked her bag back up.

you nodded, standing up with her.

...

you've been driving for a little while now. like i said, the place your guys' run was located was a little ways away from alexandria.

but, you guys made it.

you parked on the side of the road and stepped out, grabbing your bag as well as holstering your gun.

you looked over to your side at enid as she stepped out of the car. you walked a bit further forward, scoping out the area.

"does it look clear so far?" enid sneaks up behind you, her iconic smile still plastered on her face.

"so far. i don't hear anything right now, but we still have quite a bit of area to look over."

she nods, stepping directly to your side. "i'm sure this run will be easy. we've never had much trouble over here." enid continues, her voice almost sounding as if she's trying to comfort you?

you shrug. "mhm."

the two of you walked throughout the forest, no signs of any walkers.

"why'd they have us go out here if theres nothing?" enid looked around, her knife in hand despite her firmly believing she wouldn't need to use it today.

"you're jinxing us."

"you believe in jinxes?" she chuckled, her mouth slightly curving up.

you look away, a bit embarrassed. you shrug your shoulders again in response.

as you step forward, you hear a crack from the woods that you guys had yet to check.

"yes, i do."

you pull your gun out and begin stepping into the woods with enid following behind you.

there was a hill at the edge of the woods with a couple of trees surrounding it. you could barely see where it ended.

you turned around at the sound of groans, and spotted quite a bit of walkers in the distance heading right your way.

but before you could think, the edge of the hill cracked beneath your feet.

"oh shit!" you screamed as you fell. enid instinctively reaches out and grabs your hand. you hit your nose on the hill as you swing down, causing it to bleed.

it was at least a 20 foot drop. you looked down as enid struggled to try and get you up.

"oh f- hold on! it'll be okay." enid tried to comfort despite her freaking out along with you. she moves her other hand to try and pull you up.

"fuck, fuck!" you panicked, the taste of iron entering your mouth as you tried reaching your other arm up to help. you helped her pull yourself up and you fell onto the ground.

"come on! we have to go!"

enid holds your hand, intertwining it with hers, to lift you up. you both begin running through the forest and past the walkers that were starting to surround the two of you, adrenaline rushing throughout both your veins.

you guys arrive back at the car, throwing yourselves into the seats and catching your breath.

without thinking, you start speaking through your breaths.

"oh man, i thought.. i thought i was going to die... i thought i was going to die, and i didn't even tell you how i love you, enid. i really love you, i-i'm sorry."

enids eyes widen, her hands still placed on her chest catching her breath as she stares at you with a reddened face.

after a moment of silence, you speak up again.

"...why are you quiet?"

"that's probably the most i've ever heard you talk."

enids expression changed into a large grin. she leans forward and pulls a rag out of her backpack. "and you didn't even care about the fact that your nose is still bleeding."

you stay sitting there as she cups your cheek, putting the rag up to your face.

she didn't respond to what you said.

did she feel the same? or did you just make a fool out of yourself?

as your nose stops bleeding, she sets it down and looks at you with a smile.

"i love you too, by the way."

before you could react, she leans forward and kisses you.

your body froze as you processed what was happening, but you finally got the courage and moved your hands up to her cheeks as you returned the kiss.

you could feel her smile under the kiss the moment your hands touched her face.

you were sure she could tell how anxious you were. that she could tell that there were butterflies in your stomach and a knot in your chest, despite the kiss being soft and delicate.

she pulled away, her mouth still curved into a smile.

you looked back at her in shock, taking in all of her features before she broke the silence.

"you're extremely red."

you choked on air as her words snapped you back to reality. "oh, shut up."

"i'm serious! you look like a cherry." she giggled, moving your hair behind your ear.

you rolled your eyes, unsuccessfully pushing away a smile. "come on..."

"wanna do it again?" she tilted her head, her hands moving down to your shoulders.

despite what seemed like a protest previously, you nodded vigorously.

she laughed and leaned in once again.

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[moon-ttokki-x]

Can you do something fluffy with 29 and 45 with Changbin? Glad to see you back!! (JJ)

hihi <3 thanks for the request, it's good to be back! this is my first time writing prompts but it's super helpful actually... idk why i didn't do it before. i know you said fluff but i've been itching to write spy!changbin for so long so i just did it quite lighthearted. lmk if you want a rewrite <3

gatecrasher - seo changbin

pairing: seo changbin x reader

summary: you and changbin get sent on a spy mission. look i don't know what the fucking description for this is supposed to be okay

genre: fluff, superspy! au, crack, pretty lighthearted, a few mentions of guns but that's it, kiwi hyunjin surprise appearance

a/n: i mean, come on. changbin as a spy? yes.

⛓️ prompts: 29. "I like the way you think." / 45. "This changes everything."

skz prompt list | skz masterlist

Changbin is smirking as you reach the bottom of the red-carpeted stairs, his hands tucked into the pockets of his sleek, dark suit. The top button of his dark dress shirt is undone and he pulls the material away from his skin, fanning himself dramatically as you reach to take his extended hand.

He bows exaggeratedly and you swat at his chest, chuckling. You subtly brush a hand across your thigh to feel that the gun holster strapped to your thigh hasn't come loose. You know the exact model and make of your pistol is also strapped against Changbin's chest, sleek and dark and out of sight.

For now.

Adjusting the comm-link in your ear, you take Changbin's arm as you two subtly blend in amongst the other guests. The ballroom is large and sumptuous, filled with sparkling light and expensive items for auction. The guests themselves are dripping in diamonds and glamourous clothing and you fight the bile rising in the back of your throat. These people are so snobby and oblivious.

Changbin nudges you silently and you both take several steps backwards, disappearing behind a heavy velvet curtain. Part of you wishes you could keep walking through the ballroom and admire everything, but you and Changbin have a job to do.

That's the thing about being a spy. Sometimes you want to do things and then your duties tug you in the other direction, the way an irritated owner might tug their yappy dog on a leash.

"By the way," Changbin whispers from where he's situated next to you, "you look good."

"You too, gatecrasher."

He rolls his eyes. "We're spies. We're allowed to gatecrash. Legally. I think."

He tugs on your arm now, leading you to the curtain. You're both here to acquire a precious item; or rather swipe it and bring it back to your headquarters. Peeking out from in front of Changbin, you notice the target item being inspected by a snobby-looking man and another woman.

"What now?" You whisper.

Changbin hums from where he's looking out the curtain above you. "We just have to wait a while until they leave. Then we'll swipe it."

You groan softly. "I hate waiting. It'll take ages for that guy and his wife to leave. Look how much they're yapping."

He snickers. "Some particular intel tells me that woman with the snobby-looking guy is his mistress, not his wife."

You gasp, equal parts scandalised and delighted. Changbin claps a hand over his mouth to muffle his laugh.

"Or," he says, clearly struggling to hold his mirth in, "We could go now and try to fake-buy the stupid thing first. This is an auction, after all."

"Yeah. One that we broke into."

He rolls his eyes and pokes your forehead. "That's because it's our job to break into places and steal things. It's for the greater good."

You grin. "Greater good, my a-"

"Shut up, they'll hear us. Let's just wait a couple minutes then stroll out all posh and try and win the auction for the item."

You smirk and look back out the curtain. "I like the way you think."

Changbin nods modestly. "I know you do. It's very obvious."

"Just one thing, how are we supposed to walk out of here with the item? You have to pay for it and then show your receipt to the bouncers at the door."

He grins. "We'll figure that out soon enough."

You roll your eyes and turn back to peek through the curtains. A tiny, almost inaudible sound from behind you makes both you and Changbin whip around, guns unholstered and in hand.

Hwang Hyunjin is leaning against the wall, dressed in a sleek white and black tuxedo. His hair is startingly different, now a shorn dirty blonde and you find yourself missing his long, dark locks all of a sudden. Not that he looks bad. He looks good, pretty even-

You gulp as Changbin lets out a small puff of laughter. "Hello, kiwi."

Hyunjin just rolls his eyes, his voice a low drawl. "Hello, Bin. Chief sent me to keep an eye on you two. Swiped that pretty target item yet?"

He looks at you as he says the word 'pretty' and you feel Changbin bristle on your behalf. Not that you mind, though you feign annoyance at Hyunjin's subtle remark.

"I don't see you with the item," Changbin retorts.

"Yeah, because I'm supervising."

You fight a laugh as Changbin turns back to the curtain, huffing dramatically. "Supervising. Totally."

Hyunjin just grins and peeks out the curtain too. "I mean, I could go get the item, since you two are content to hide behind here."

You poke him harshly in the side and he bends sideways, glaring playfully at you.

"This changes everything," Changbin huffs. "It'll look suspicious if two of us came behind this curtain and three of us walk out."

You side-eye him. "What now, then?"

Hyunjin's breath plays across your cheek. "Let's all go."

"No," you and Changbin whisper in unison.

He rolls his eyes. "On the count of three."

"Hyunjin-" You protest.

"Onetwothreego-"

And he's gone, sashaying into the crowd of opulence.

"Fucking kiwifruit man." Changbin swears, glaring through the curtain. "Come on, he'll wreak havoc on his own."

You grin and take his offered arm. "Thought he was supervising."

"Not anymore, it seems. We need to swipe that target item or at least catch up with Hyunjin. We exit from the curtain on three, okay? One-"

"Two three go!"

a/n: if i had the motivation i would have made this into a series

[captain-huggy-bear]

1000 Followers Celly 💕

Firstly, thank you sooo much for 1000 followers! Seems absolutely mad to me that there are 1000 people willing to listen to my absolute feral behaviour about Clayton Keller and read my writing, so i'm very grateful! Especially as I'm not always super prolific in my writing due to adulthood!

I know I have loads of unwritten requests but I wanted to do something for this milestone even if it takes me forever to write them all! Don't worry if you've got older requests in my inbox, they're still being looked at and they're not forgotten about.

So for 1000 followers i'm going to be accepting in simple requests in the following format:

A piece of dialogue + the player you want it written about (you can always offer me a choice of 2 players if you want to)

For example:

"Wish you were here..." + Clayton Keller

The players I will write for this are (in bold are my favs to write at the moment):

Clayton Keller

Michael Kesselring

Mac N Cheese/Mattie McKenzie (Hockey OC)

Quinn Hughes

Jack Hughes

Luke Hughes

Kiefer Sherwood

You can make up your own piece of dialogue or you may wish to take a piece of dialogue from a prompt list linked below if that helps! It must be a piece of dialogue, rather than a fully fledged idea! I want to be able to go a little creative and it might lead to me taking an idea somewhere that it wouldn't have originally.

300 assorted dialogue prompts

Levels of intimacy

One bed trop prompts

Fluff prompts

Taking care of a tired lover

List of random dialogue prompts

Domestic prompts

Cute dialogues 02

Once again thank you for following me and dealing with my absolute brain rot and feral behaviour! <3

[theladyheroine]

Unexpected OTP Pairings ✨

❥ Okay I know Valentine’s Day was last week! Almost two weeks ago! But recently I’ve been wanting to branch out a bit with my blog writing, & writing prompts are something I love a lot! So, I’m trying something new & came up with a few OTP ideas! I hope you enjoy, thank you & have fun!

❥ F x M writing prompts! I didn't specify who is who though so everyone can read!

Former! Villain x Superhero

Not even a real villain, just some dumb person who steals things or who makes evil schemes that always fail. Kind of like Dr. Doofenshmirtz, & they’re actually really nice in real life! But when a superhero comes to stop them, they instantly fall in love! Seriously has heart eyes & doesn't pay any attention to the hero’s grand pre-fight speech.

Or doesn’t put up a fight at all, just hands them the stolen goods & escapes. Leaving Hero completely confused as the Villain they were supposed to stop didn’t even bother fighting, which is still good but they’re still confused.

After this, the Villain now decides to become a Superhero!! To not only impress their new crush but also because they've always really wanted to be one anyways! It was just the push they needed.

Cue them now running the streets in a completely different outfit trying their best to stop the bad guys! Usually, it doesn’t end well though: they’ll trip over the air & let them escape, or maybe just show up late to the fight & it’s already over.

It’s even worse when their Hero crush joins the fray, and then they’re really clumsy or just start sputtering like an old car. Their former henchmen, now turned sidekicks, try to console them as they lay on the couch completely embarrassed by their feats.

Oooooor, they are super confident & much better at being a superhero than they ever were being a Villain. Maybe this confidence goes to their head a bit & will literally try flirting with Hero on the battlefield! Hero gets a bit embarrassed sometimes & their other super-friends tease them about it. If this does happen, Hero might end up trying to run away from the former Villain in an effort to focus on their job. But it just ends up being really funny to watch.

Bonus: They have opposite powers or maybe one has no powers at all.

Dashing Thief x Friendly! Detective

I'm sorry this one is a bit short!

A notorious thief with a heart of gold who only ever steals from bad guys & acts more as a Robin Hood character than any. Hardly ever keeps anything for themselves; just struts around after dark on the lookout for anything suspicious. Not one person has been able to catch them & their identity remains a mystery. Would be cool if they were a nobleman/woman or had some kind of big fancy hideout. 

The detective is actually their friend/partner (maybe)! The good egg who actually sees the thief’s true intentions instead of just mucking around in a Halloween costume. Although they're pretty ticked at the way Thief does things, they usually keep their coworkers & the boss off Thief's trail. Maybe a newbie or an intern at the detective agency, determined to prove themselves on the field. 

Maybe they met as civilians & the thief switched to a disguise to hide from authorities, but bumped into the detective who was out on a coffee break. It was love at first sight for both of them, so cute! 😆 They do a lot of coffee dates now, but sometimes Detective overdoes it.....

One is the brains, and the other is the brawn. Together they can get any job done! The Detective’s coworkers find it strange how the Thief shows up more often when they're specifically on the job. The Boss is suspicious but sometimes finds them cute.

Often swing by each other’s places to not only hangout but help each other with cases or special kinds of info. If the Thief has any sidekicks, no doubt they’ll spill funny stories of missions gone wrong or close calls. 

Stealing each other's hats and impersonating the other one for fun, then cue a playful chase scene around the room! So cute!

Dragon x Wizard

I know some people like fantasy stuff!

A dragon is resting in their cave until they hears footsteps at the entrance. But instead of finding a grumpy old knight, they find a wizard! Maybe the Wizard was exploring the caves nearby or on a journey to the next town, but instead of feeling scared or angry, they started fangirling/fanboying over the dragon instead! 😆

Likes to ask them all sorts of questions & sometimes can’t stop talking. Now Wizard can come whenever they like & the two become friends!

The Wizard visits whenever they can, showing off all sorts of new spells or potions they've created. Even though it might not be as impressive as their fire, the Dragon still finds it cool & applauds.

The Dragon will always try to impress their wizard friend with tall tales of each piece of treasure. How they got it, where they found it, if they fought anyone over it, etc. But sometimes those stories are exaggerated…

The Wizard will be in absolute awe at the Dragon’s stories & can’t help but be a complete chatterbox about it. Asking more questions about different things like how their magic works, how they can fly with all that extra weight, or if they can learn a fire-breathing spell from them instead—

If the Wizard lives in a tower then the Dragon will visit just as frequently! Usually it’s in the early morning or during sundown when there are fewer people around. But if the Wizard lives in a town or city, it might take some time for the Dragon to come around. It’s not that they don’t care, but dragons are more solitary creatures. Either way, they enjoy each other's company & the dragon likes to ask questions about different thingamabobs on the Wizard's shelves.

They can both be pretty clingy but that’s sometimes a bit tough to handle because the poor wizard has to be extra careful, especially with pouring bottles or waving their wand around if they’re not even two feet apart. Doesn’t mind but sometimes will complain a bit if their partner won’t stay cooperate.

Extra Duo!

Since I loved the superhero one a lot I thought of another one: what if a Hero’s Sidekick & a Villain’s Henchman fall in love!

The Henchman does end up giving Sidekick any tips about their next plan. Cue the Villain throwing a tantrum in their lair wondering why the Hero is always one step ahead of them. 😅

They like to hangout in civilian settings together! Bonus if they found out their secret identities on accident lol

Extra Bonus if the Henchman or both villains become heroes at the end!

[skeren]

Writing Request! Prompts????

Hello the internet! I am an author who has somehow gotten out of the habit of writing and I realized, belatedly, that I'm in the SVSSS fandom. (No don't judge me I know I have multiple fics here but they're more serious writing projects mostly. Yes, I RP, but that's like with one person mostly these days)

Ahem! But what I realized was that SVSSS fic can be as wildly unhinged as I want, or get inspired to write, and that's just fine.

So please, please, anyone seeing this, please give me writing prompts. Reblog this with them, send me asks with them, message me, any which way is fine, but I need something wild and sideways to get myself writing consistently again and writing something that doesn't strictly have to make linear sense could do it for me.

One word prompts are fine. Song lyrics are fine. Whole scenarios are fine (as long as you don't get too detailed so think more place, characters, some AU aspect/why they're there than anything super elaborate). Heck just asking for a random thinkpiece or POV item for a certain character, while possibly setting my brain on fire, could be helpful.

All that being said, if we could stick to SVSSS primarily that would be excellent. If you come at me with any other fandoms, they WILL be crossovers with SVSSS and what I will accept for this will be FFVII, Naruto, MDZS and maybe Meredith Gentry if it's a character that shows up in the first few books (that's as far as I've reread recently okay). Oh! And the MCU but only as far as Endgame as I mostly stopped keeping up after that last Spiderman movie.

Thanks everyone!

[galaxysupreme17]

AU - The Study Session Scheme

Y/n = Your Name

Rio Vidal x daughter!reader!

The sound of pages turning and soft mumbling filled the Kaplans' cozy living room as Y/n and Billy worked through their study materials. Agatha's English class was no joke, and an upcoming in-class essay loomed over them. Both teens were determined to be prepared. Y/n sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, her notebook sprawled in front of her, while Billy was draped dramatically over the couch, his textbook balanced on his knees.

"Okay," Billy said, tapping his pen against his chin. "Let's run through potential themes again. If Agatha's giving us 'identity' as one of the prompts, you know she will want something deep. Like, existential crisis-level deep."

Y/n snorted, flipping through her own notes. "Great. I'll write, 'Who am I?' fifty times and see if I get extra credit for creativity."

Billy laughed, but his expression turned thoughtful as he set his notebook aside. "Speaking of identity," he started, his voice taking on a tone that Y/n instantly recognized as suspicious, "I've been thinking about your mom."

Y/n froze mid-highlight, her eyes narrowing. "What about her?"

"Okay, hear me out," Billy said, sitting up and leaning forward, his enthusiasm practically radiating off him. "Rio and Ms. Harkness would be perfect together."

"What?" Y/n blinked, genuinely startled. "No. Absolutely not."

Billy raised his hands in mock surrender. "Just listen. They're both super smart, super cool, and, let's be honest, Ms. Harkness could use a little happiness in her life. She's got that 'mysterious loner' vibe, but your mom? She's the kind of person who could break through that."

Y/n rolled her eyes, trying to focus back on her notes. "Billy, this is not happening. My mom doesn't need me meddling in her love life."

"But it's not meddling," Billy argued, scooting closer. "It's... facilitating destiny."

"That's literally meddling," Y/n shot back. "And what makes you think they'd even like each other? Agatha's my teacher, Billy. She'd kill me if she found out I was scheming behind her back."

Billy grinned, unperturbed. "She wouldn't have to know. And come on, you've seen the way she talks about literature-it's like watching someone come alive. She's so passionate and... I don't know, fiery. Your mom's all warmth and energy. They'd balance each other out perfectly."

Y/n sighed, pressing her palms against her face. "Why do I even let you talk me into these things?"

"Because you know I'm right," Billy said, nudging her shoulder with his. "And because you love your mom and want her to be happy. Imagine how great it would be if she had someone to share all her corny jokes and amazing cooking with. Someone who actually gets her."

Y/n peeked at him through her fingers, her resolve wavering. "You're way too good at this, you know that?"

"I'll take that as a yes." Billy grinned triumphantly, flipping open his notebook. "So, here's what I'm thinking: we invite Ms. Harkness over for coffee under the guise of needing extra study help. That's step one."

"Step one?" Y/n groaned. "There's a whole plan?"

"Of course!" Billy said, his eyes lighting up. "Step two is orchestrating some 'chance' encounters. You know, like bumping into each other at the coffee shop or the library."

"Billy," Y/n said, trying to inject some reason into the conversation, "this is ridiculous. And if it blows up in our faces, you're taking the fall."

"Deal," Billy said without hesitation. "But it won't blow up. Trust me, Y/n. Your mom and Ms. Harkness are going to thank us when this all works out."

Y/n shook her head, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"Yep," Billy replied, leaning back against the couch. "But I'm also a genius matchmaker. You'll see."

As they returned to their study session, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that this was a terrible idea. But as much as she hated to admit it, a small part of her couldn't help but hope Billy was right.

The next morning, Y/n dragged herself into school, already dreading Billy's next move.

"Alright," Billy said, sidling up to her as they walked down the hallway. "Today's the day."

"The day for what?" Y/n asked, pretending she didn't know exactly what he meant.

Billy rolled his eyes. "The day we execute Step One of Operation Matchmaker."

"Billy, no," Y/n groaned. "My mom won't fall for whatever ridiculous scheme you've cooked up, and neither is Ms. Harkness. She's too smart for this."

"Exactly," Billy said, undeterred. "That's why we need a flawless plan. Lucky for you, I've already thought of everything."

"That's not reassuring."

Billy ignored her. "So, I told Ms. Harkness yesterday that we needed a little extra help with our essays. She said she'd be happy to stay after school and go over some pointers. All we have to do is ensure your mom picks us up afterward."

Y/n stopped dead in her tracks. "You're kidding."

"Nope," Billy said, grinning. "And once they meet, sparks are going to fly. Trust me."

Y/n groaned, resuming her walk. "This is a terrible idea. My mom will think it's weird, and Ms. Harkness will think we're insane."

"Or," Billy countered, "your mom and Ms. Harkness will hit it off, go out for coffee, and thank me in their wedding toast. You're welcome."

Y/n shot him a glare. "If this backfires, I'm throwing you under the bus."

That afternoon, Y/n sat stiffly in Agatha's classroom, pretending to focus on her essay notes. Billy, however, was as relaxed as ever, grinning like a cat with a canary.

"So," Billy said, leaning back in his chair as Agatha reviewed his outline. "How's the neighborhood treating you, Ms. Harkness?"

Agatha glanced up, adjusting her glasses. "The neighborhood? Oh, it's quite nice. Peaceful, for the most part. The people are friendly, and it's... quaint."

"Yeah," Billy said, nodding sagely. "Quaint's a good word. Speaking of neighbors, isn't it funny how you live right next door to Y/n and her mom?"

Y/n froze, glaring at Billy. Subtle, Billy. Real subtle.

Agatha raised an eyebrow but smiled. "Yes, I've seen them around. Your mom is lovely, Y/n. Very gracious and polite."

Y/n mumbled, "Thanks," while furiously scribbling nonsense in her notebook to avoid meeting her teacher's gaze.

Billy wasn't done. "You know, Ms. Harkness, you and Rio should totally hang out sometime. Like, maybe over coffee or something? You two seem like you'd get along."

Agatha tilted her head, giving Billy a bemused look. "Is that so?"

"Oh, definitely," Billy said, nodding enthusiastically. "You're both smart, cultured... into books and stuff. It's a match made in neighborly heaven."

Y/n finally snapped her pencil in half, drawing Agatha's attention.

"Are you alright, dear?" Agatha asked, clearly suppressing a laugh.

"Fine," Y/n muttered. "Totally fine. Billy's just... full of ideas today."

Agatha chuckled, standing up and gathering her notes. "Well, it's nice to hear such glowing recommendations. But I think your mom and I are already on friendly terms. No need for elaborate setups."

Billy shot Y/n a triumphant smirk as Agatha turned to her desk. Y/n glared daggers at him, mouthing, Drop it.

After the session, Rio arrived at the school right on time. Y/n braced herself as her mom walked into the classroom, her usual composed demeanor making Y/n wish she could vanish.

"Hi, Agatha," Rio said with a smile. "Thanks for staying late with the kids. Y/n mentioned you've been helping them prep for their essay test."

"Of course," Agatha replied, matching her neighbor's warm tone. "They've been working hard. Billy, in particular, has... enthusiasm."

Billy grinned. "You know it."

Rio chuckled, glancing at Y/n, who was studiously avoiding eye contact. "Well, we appreciate it. Maybe I should return the favor sometime. You're welcome to stop by if you ever need a cup of coffee or a break from grading papers."

Y/n's head snapped up. What?!

"That's very kind of you," Agatha said, her expression softening. "I might just take you up on that."

Billy elbowed Y/n triumphantly, earning himself a whispered, "I'm going to kill you."

"Why don't we walk out together?" Rio suggested, gesturing toward the door.

The four of them left the classroom, Billy practically skipping as they reached the parking lot.

Later that evening, Billy's grin stretched ear to ear as he FaceTimed Y/n from his room.

"Did you see that?!" he crowed. "Step One: executed to perfection. Your mom basically invited her over!"

Y/n flopped back on her bed, groaning. "It wasn't a plan. She was just being polite."

"Polite?!" Billy scoffed. "That was a window of opportunity. Now, all we have to do is nudge them a little closer. What if you 'accidentally' invite Ms. Harkness over while your mom's baking something? Boom-instant bonding over cookies."

"I'm not sabotaging my kitchen for your dumb plan."

Billy smirked. "Fine. Then I'll do it myself. Don't worry, Y/n. Love is on its way."

Y/n groaned, burying her face in her pillow. "I hate you."

"Love you too, bestie," Billy said, already scheming his next move.

The following days were a blur of school, homework, and Billy's relentless scheming. Y/n tried her best to keep him in check, but her so-called best friend was like an unstoppable matchmaking machine. Every time she saw him, he had a new "brilliant" idea for how to bring Agatha and Rio closer together.

On Friday, Y/n was halfway through a study session in the kitchen when Rio walked in, her hands dusted with flour. She was humming softly to herself, a melody Y/n recognized as an old Spanish tune from her childhood.

"Whatcha baking, Mom?" Y/n asked, grateful for the distraction from her notes.

"Conchas," Rio said, flashing her daughter a smile. "I thought I'd bring some to the neighbors. It's been a while since we've shared anything."

Y/n froze. "Which neighbors?"

Rio shrugged. "The Kaplans, of course. And maybe Agatha, if she's home."

Y/n tried to keep her face neutral, but her heart started pounding. Billy's obnoxious voice echoed in her head: "Boom-instant bonding over cookies." She swore he'd willed this into existence.

"Need any help?" Y/n offered her voice a little too eager.

Rio raised an eyebrow. "You? Wanting to help in the kitchen? What's the catch?"

"No catch!" Y/n said quickly, grabbing an apron from the hook on the wall. "I just... want to spend some time with you. That's all."

Rio chuckled, shaking her head. "Alright, mija. Grab the extra rolling pin."

An hour later, a fresh batch of conchas cooled on the counter. The kitchen smelled like cinnamon and sugar, and Y/n had to admit the pastries looked amazing.

Rio carefully arranged a few into a basket, wrapping it with a colorful cloth. "Alright, I'll drop these off at the Kaplans' first. Want to come with me?"

Y/n hesitated. If she went with her mom, she could maybe steer the conversation away from Billy's ridiculous matchmaking plans. But if she stayed behind, there was no telling what might happen if Rio and Agatha ended up chatting alone.

"Uh, sure," Y/n said, grabbing her jacket.

When they arrived at the Kaplans' house, Billy answered the door almost immediately, his face lighting up when he saw the basket.

"Mrs. Vidal! You shouldn't have!" he said, dramatically clutching his chest.

"Don't be so dramatic," Rio said with a laugh. "It's just a little something to share."

Billy winked at Y/n. "Speaking of sharing, how about some gossip? Anything exciting happening on your street?"

Y/n rolled her eyes. "We're leaving now. Bye, Billy."

"Wait!" Billy called as she dragged Rio away. "Don't forget about cookies!"

The walk to Agatha's house felt like an eternity. Y/n mentally prepared herself for the possibility of awkward small talk-or worse, Billy's influence somehow reappeared.

Rio knocked on Agatha's door, and Y/n held her breath as it swung open.

Agatha stood in the doorway, her usual confident demeanor softening into a warm smile when she saw who it was. "Rio, Y/n. What a pleasant surprise."

"I hope we're not interrupting," Rio said, holding out the basket. "I baked some conchas and thought you might enjoy a few."

Agatha's eyes lit up as she accepted the basket. "Thank you. That's very kind of you. Please, come in."

Y/n reluctantly followed her mom inside, and the cozy atmosphere of Agatha's home immediately made her feel out of place. Books were stacked neatly on almost every surface, and the faint scent of lavender lingered in the air.

Agatha set the basket on the counter and turned to Rio. "Would you like some tea? I was just about to make a pot."

Rio smiled. "That sounds lovely."

Y/n stared at them, torn between panic and disbelief as they chatted like old friends. Agatha asked about the recipe for the conchas, and Rio told her stories about learning to bake as a child.

It wasn't until Agatha laughed-a genuine, carefree laugh-that Y/n realized Billy might actually have been onto something.

"Well, I should let you get back to your evening," Rio said after finishing her tea. "Thank you for having us, Agatha."

"The pleasure was mine," Agatha replied, walking them to the door. "And thank you again for the conchas. They're delightful."

As they stepped outside, Y/n glanced over her shoulder to see Agatha watching them with a small smile.

"You two seemed to hit it off," Y/n said casually as they walked home.

Rio shrugged, her expression unreadable. "She's a very interesting woman."

Y/n didn't know what to make of that, but she couldn't help feeling a little hopeful. Maybe Billy wasn't entirely insane after all.

Of course, she wasn't about to tell him that.

The next morning, Y/n groaned when her phone buzzed with a FaceTime call from Billy.

"Good news!" Billy said the moment she picked up. "I heard from my mom that Ms. Harkness loved the conchas. She even called your mom 'charming.'"

Y/n sighed, flopping back onto her bed. "I'm never going to hear the end of this, am I?"

"Nope," Billy said, his grin practically glowing through the screen. "Now, onto Step Two..."

Y/n groaned, but despite herself, she couldn't stop the small smile that crept onto her face.

A couple of weeks later, the morning sun cast a golden glow over the quiet suburban street as Rio Vidal stepped outside to retrieve the mail. She tugged her cardigan tighter against the crisp air, savoring the stillness. These peaceful moments were rare, and Rio had learned to appreciate them after her divorce and the big move.

As she sifted through bills and junk mail, a voice called out, interrupting her thoughts.

"Morning, Rio."

She glanced up to see Agatha Harkness walking by, her dark coat swishing dramatically with each step. The signature smirk on Agatha's face made Rio's heart do an embarrassing flip.

"Morning, Agatha," Rio replied, trying to sound casual as she tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

Agatha slowed her pace, pausing near the gate to Rio's yard. "You're up early. I take it the chaos upstairs hasn't started yet?"

Rio chuckled. "Not yet, but give it time. Teenagers and FaceTime marathons are a dangerous combination."

Agatha laughed, her gaze lingering on Rio. Their flirtation had been building for months, with each interaction filled with teasing remarks and meaningful glances. But for once, Rio decided to be bold.

"Actually, Agatha," Rio began, her tone turning serious, "are you free tonight? I was thinking... maybe we could have dinner?"

Agatha arched an eyebrow, clearly surprised but not displeased. "Dinner, huh? Are you asking me out, Vidal?"

"Maybe I am," Rio said, her confidence bolstered by Agatha's playful tone.

Agatha's smirk softened into a genuine smile. "I'd love to. Pick me up at seven?"

Rio grinned. "It's a date."

The day passed quickly, with Rio busy working from home while Y/n holed up in her room, laughing and chatting with Kate and Yelena on FaceTime. Every so often, Rio would hear bursts of laughter echo through the house and couldn't help but smile. The move had been tough on both of them, but Y/n's friends made her adjustment easier.

Around mid-afternoon, Rio found herself pacing in her room, second-guessing her decision. Should I tell Y/n about the date? She chewed her lip as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. "What's the worst that could happen?" she muttered to herself.

Finally deciding to let the chips fall where they may, Rio began getting ready. She traded her casual sweater and jeans for a sleek black dress, curled her hair, and applied makeup.

Upstairs, Y/n flopped onto her bed, laptop perched precariously on her knees as Kate and Yelena cackled on-screen.

"Okay, so picture this," Kate said between giggles. "Y/n, as an undercover spy, trying to blend in during a mission but wearing the worst possible outfit-like neon green camo or something."

"Please, she'd make it fashion," Yelena snickered.

"Ha-ha, very funny," Y/n retorted with mock indignation.

Suddenly, a creak from downstairs caught her attention. She glanced at her door, curiosity piqued. "Hold on, guys," she said, scooping up her laptop. "My mom's up to something."

Kate and Yelena leaned closer to their cameras. "Ooh, this sounds juicy," Kate teased.

Y/n padded downstairs and peeked into her mom's room. Her jaw nearly hit the floor when she saw Rio standing in front of the mirror, adjusting her earrings and looking way too glamorous for an ordinary evening.

"Mom?" Y/n asked, stepping inside.

Rio spun around, caught off guard. "Oh! Hey, sweetheart. What's up?"

Kate and Yelena's voices rang out from the laptop. "She looks amazing! What's the occasion?"

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, Mom, what's going on? You're all dressed up."

Rio hesitated, her gaze flickering between her daughter and the laptop screen. "Well, uh... I have a date."

"A DATE?!" the three teens exclaimed in unison, Y/n's voice loudest of all.

"Mom!" Y/n stared at her mother, wide-eyed. "With who? When? How long has this been going on?"

Rio held up her hands defensively. "Okay, okay, calm down. It's just one date. And it's with Agatha."

The room fell silent for half a second before Yelena and Kate erupted into cheers.

Yelena burst out laughing. "You mean to tell me your mom is going on a date with your English teacher? This is gold!"

Kate chimed in. "This is iconic. Agatha is awesome! I mean, she's, like, way better than any of our other teachers."

"Not helping!" Y/n exclaimed, burying her face in her hands.

Rio couldn't help but laugh softly, shaking her head. "Well, for the record, I didn't plan on dating your English teacher. It just... happened."

Before Y/n could respond, the doorbell rang. Rio glanced at the clock. "That's her. I'll see you later, sweetheart."

"Oh, no, you don't!" Y/n grabbed her laptop and bolted for the door, Kate and Yelena's faces still onscreen.

When Y/n flung the door open, there stood Agatha, looking sharp in a tailored navy blazer.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite teenager," Agatha said with a wink. "What's with the audience?"

Kate and Yelena chimed in simultaneously. "Hi, Agatha!"

Agatha chuckled. "Hello, troublemakers. Should I be worried about what you've been telling Y/n?"

"Not as worried as you should be about us setting a curfew," Kate quipped.

"That's right," Yelena added. "Have her home by ten. No later!"

Agatha smirked, tilting her head toward Rio, who had just appeared behind Y/n. "Looks like your entourage has spoken. Shall we?"

Rio rolled her eyes, leaning down to kiss Y/n on the forehead. "Behave while I'm gone, okay?"

Y/n groaned dramatically but smiled. "Fine. Have fun, I guess. But seriously, Mom, don't make this a regular thing."

As Rio and Agatha walked to the car, Y/n closed the door and turned back to her friends.

"Well, that happened," she said, flopping onto the couch.

Half an hour after Rio and Agatha left for their date. Y/n, Kate, and Yelena were still on FaceTime, sprawled out on Y/n's bed and laughing hysterically at some story Yelena recounted about her latest escapade in New York.

"So Clint walks in, takes one look at the mess we made, and says, 'I'm too old for this,' and just walks right back out!" Kate finished, practically crying with laughter.

Yelena wiped a tear from her eye. "Classic Clint. He's like a dad to you but also done with all of us."

Before Y/n could reply, the doorbell rang again, followed by frantic knocking.

"What the heck?" Y/n muttered, grabbing her laptop and heading for the door. "Hold on, guys. Someone's about to break the door down."

She opened the door to find Billy, red-faced and wide-eyed, breathing heavily like he had run the whole way to her house.

"Billy? What's wrong?" Y/n asked, confused.

Billy burst into the living room, waving his arms dramatically. "You are NOT going to believe what I just saw!"

Y/n closed the door and turned to him, her brow furrowed. "Okay, calm down. What's going on?"

Billy paced in a circle, still catching his breath. "I was downtown, you know, grabbing food with Tommy, and we passed this restaurant, and I SWEAR I saw your mom having dinner with Ms. Harkness!"

Kate and Yelena, still on the laptop screen, immediately started laughing.

"Wait," Billy said, suddenly noticing their faces. "Why are they laughing? Why are YOU laughing? Did you know about this?"

Y/n shrugged, trying not to smirk. "Yeah, Billy. We know."

Billy froze, his jaw-dropping. "What?! How long have you known? Why didn't you tell me?"

Kate grinned. "We found out like, what, 45 minutes ago? When Rio was getting ready?"

"Yep," Yelena chimed in. "And Y/n's been internally screaming ever since. Isn't it great?"

Billy threw his hands up. "Great? GREAT? This is insane! Your mom is out on a date with our English teacher! Do you know how awkward that's going to be in class on Monday?"

"Tell me about it," Y/n groaned, flopping onto the couch. "But it's not like I can stop them. They're both adults."

Billy collapsed into the chair across from her, his head in his hands. "This is wild. How did we not see this coming? Agatha's been dropping hints in class for months about having a 'special someone.'"

Kate leaned closer to the camera, eyes wide. "Wait-what? She has?"

"Yeah!" Billy said, sitting up. "She's always mentioning how she likes 'strong, independent women' or talking about someone who 'makes her laugh.' And now it all makes sense."

Yelena laughed. "Wow, she was literally describing Rio this whole time. Amazing."

Y/n groaned again. "Okay, can we stop analyzing my mom's love life? I'm trying to process this nightmare one step at a time."

Billy smirked. "Fine, fine. But I'm still not over this. Do you think they will become, like, a thing?"

Y/n sighed, rolling her eyes. "Knowing my mom? Probably. But honestly, if she's happy, I guess that's what matters."

Kate grinned. "Look at you being mature about it."

"Don't push it," Y/n warned, throwing a pillow at the laptop.

The group burst out laughing, the initial shock finally fading into something resembling acceptance or at least as close as Y/n would get that night.