#xoxo (platonically)

[auroreliis]

I imagined a situation that I found funny.

Imagine, the entire Batfamily on the beach while making a point of hanging around the reader's neck so they can participate in family activities(Forcibly) . But the reader is not at all in the mood to be part of this fake family scenario, and decides to stay in the shade on the sand making a sandcastle :3 . Jason, seeing this, decides to provoke the poor reader, accidentally destroying the sandcastle :(. Angry reader throws sand in Jason's face. Causing yet another punishment and forcing the reader to sleep in Jason's room. Poor reader

Hot. It was really, really hot.

Of course it was hot. It was the middle of summer and you were sitting on sand that had been in the sun for hours. In this heat, what could you even do? You wanted to stay at home and sleep, but they didn’t let you.

They wanted you to come with them to the shore and practically dragged you there, ignoring your complaints. So, here you were, sitting under a palm tree on the scorching hot sand. Though, you had kind of stopped feeling the pain. You didn’t want them to come talk to you under the guise of you seeming “unoccupied”, so you started building a sandcastle.

Most of them were in the water, probably to cool off.

Yeah, the heat was starting to get to you…

For just a moment, you considered going swimming, but immediately decided against it.

First of all, they would certainly bother you. You could already imagine Damian wanting to compete with you to figure out who could swim faster (obviously him, but he wants to spend time with you). You could already imagine Dick carrying you around inside the water because you “can’t swim properly” (you can, he’s just looking for excuses to hold you) and you could already see Jason trying to “drown you�� as a joke, despite the fact that you wouldn’t find it funny at all.

“Hey, aren’t you hot sitting there?”

Yes, that’s exactly what Jason would say to lure you into the water.

“Uh, hello? You there?”, Jason waved a hand in front of you face.

Huh, that wasn’t your imagination, that actually was Jason. You looked up unamused, ”No, I’m quite cold, really.”

He rolled his eyes, seemingly having caught your sarcasm,”Sure. So, wanna go swimming?”

And let you drown me? No fucking way. Oh, right, be polite…

“Um, no thanks”, you smiled awkwardly, not wanting to anger him and, as a result, Bruce.

“C’monnn, it’ll be fun. You do know how to swim, right?”, he teased, trying to rile you up.

“No”, you persisted, “Thanks…”

Jason crouched down next to you, clearly more persistant than you, “Oh, come on. Surely you’d rather spend time with me than Dick, right? If you remain alone for much longer, Damian will surely force you to do something with him.”

Ah…

Well…

You disliked Dick and spending time with Damian was…tedious.

Jason wasn’t any better, though.

Noticing your silence, he spoke again, “Not a bad sandcastle, but I could help you make it better.”

“…”

“We could compete and see who builds better sandcastles”, his smile was still present.

“Um…”, you looked around, trying to find a way to distract him.

“C’moooon. Here look, I’ll help ya”, he started adding sand to your castle.

“Wait! Nonono! Don’t touch that!-”, you froze after seeing your entire sandcastle collapse.

Silence prevailed for far too long.

You couldn’t think of anything to say. Jason, however, felt the need to salvage the situation.

“Oh, I’m…sorry.”

Sorry? He was SORRY?

The audacity left you speechless.

The only thing you could do was grab a fistful of sand at throw it at Jason. He dodged most of it, but he certainly felt your wrath.

To avoid further conversation with him, you got up immediately and left.

It took only a few steps for you to notice that what you had done was certainly punishment-worthy.

What would Bruce make you do? You shuddered as you remembered the time you had to hug and say 20 things you liked about Jason…yikes. Never again, you swore and yet, here you were.

You had barely gone a few metres, when you heard Bruce calling your name. When did he even arrive here? Was he here from the start?

You stopped walking and turned towards him. The look on his face was…stern. He did not seem very happy. Next to him, Jason was rubbing his eyes.

Wait, did you get sand in his eyes? No, you couldn’t have, he dodged it! Did he…lie to Bruce about what happened?

No, Jason wouldn’t do that-…

Well…would he?

Bruce called you over to him and Jason, so you slowly walked towards them, trying to come up with a good excuse to avoid doing whatever he wanted you to do.

[lunarparacosm]

hi tumblr i’m making a jegulus /wolfstar sci fi webcomic

first chapter will be free and shall drop hopefully mid-september

[harrietswriting]

Baking with the gang

The outsiders x gn!reader (platonic)

An: I know my last two fics were in 1st person but I think from now on I'm going to do them in second person. Please send me requests!! 💕

Tw: none? Men? Mediocre writing skills?

"Two-Bit, I swear to God. Stick your finger in the batter one more time and I'll beat you with this whisk." You threaten the laughing greaser angrily as he runs out of kitchen licking his finger.

You sigh and mumble: "Never making cake here again," then go back to stirring the batter.

"I'll stand guard, y/n," Ponyboy says as he peeks into the dining room at Two-Bit who had sat down to watch Soda and Steve's card game.

You laugh, "Thanks, Pony."

Dallas walks in past Ponyboy, Johnny tagging along behind him.

"Hey Pony." Dallas nods in his direction as he leans against the counter and crosses his arms. Johnny greets you and Pony too.

"I don't get a greeting, Dally?" You ask, feigning hurt.

"No."

"What are ya making?" Johnny leans to look in the bowl.

You smile proudly. "Chocolate cake," then you look past him at the cake's secret service agent. "Pony, where are the pans?"

"I'll get one." He opens a cabinet and gets out a cake pan. "Like this?"

"Yes thank you." You smile has he hands it to you.

Steve cheers in the other room having evidently won against Soda. Two-Bit laughs. Sodapop tells him to quit it.

"When's Darry gettin' back from work, Ponyboy?" Johnny asks. You had been wondering too. You start to carefully pour the cake batter into the pan.

"Soon I think. He said he was going to stop at the store once he got off." Pony answers. Steve walks in with a cocky engery around him.

"You win?" You ask him as he eyes the cake pan.

"Hell yeah!" He declares proudly. "Who else wants to play me? Dally?"

Dallas shrugs. "Sure. I win, you owe me a pack of cancer sticks."

"Sure, and vise versa." They walk back into the dining room just as Soda walks in.

"Cake done?" He asks.

"No, I'm putting it in now." You open the oven, which you'd pre-heated, and gingerly set the pan on the middle rack.

"Shoot." He looks a little disappointed. He leaves and goes back to the dining room.

Pony and Johnny start talking about some movie they'd seen and the drive-in. Pony's mad they never show good movies there, and Johnny's not convinced there are good movies. You hum a Beatles song as you turn the timer and set it for 30 minutes then place it on the counter.

"You just haven't seen a good movie because you've never gone to a movie theater." Pony argues.

"I'm not paying to see some phony movie that i won't like." Johhny rebutts.

"I think the drive-in plays some good movies." You add. They look at you.

"That's cause you have low standards." Ponyboy says matter-of-factly. You scoff. Two-Bit, had entered the kitchen just in time to hear the comment and decides to add: "Yeah, that's obvious, look at your your ex!" He laughs.

"Uh- You're not getting any cake Two!" You're offended, that was uncalled for. He shrugs, knowing your bluffing.

"We were talking about movies." Johnny shifts to lean against the counter like Dally had been doing earlier.

"Oh. Forgot you guys are boring." He laughs again.

"Hey Two! Mickey's on!"

~

Thirty minutes later you're all stuffed in the living room, including Darry, who had finally gotten home. Dallas, Ponyboy, Johnny, and you were on the couch, Pony on the arm of the couch. Darry was in one chair reading the paper, and Soda was in the other. Two-bit was sitting on the ground and drinking a beer while Steve counted his winnings next to him. Steve had lost against Dallas then proceeded to beat Soda again, Johnny, and you. You sadly had to hand over the money you had in your pocket to him. He was very happy.

The timer goes off and you get up from the couch.

"Does that mean the cakes done?" Soda asks.

"I'll check." You walk to the kitchen and can feel excited eyes on you. Jesus, these boys like chocolate cake. You get out an oven mit and a tooth pick before opening the oven. You poke the cake with the toothpick and sure enough, it comes out clean. So, you carefully take the cake out of the over and you plop it onto a plate.

"Cake is done!" You yell as you carry plate out to the dining room. Two-Bit is sat. Zip. He's already here. And Steve is right behind him.

"I'll get forks and plates!" Soda announces. He gets the quickly and hands them out. You cut the cake into generous slices, the first piece going to Two-Bit. Dallas finally joins the party at the table. Darry comes next, and now everyone is sitting around the table.

Two-Bit takes a bite and closes his eyes in satisfaction. "Mmmm."

Steve gets one next, then Soda, Pony, Johnny, Dallas, and Darry, then finally you cut yourself one.

"Thank you y/n." Darry says before taking a bite. This encourage a slew of thanks from the rest of the guys, even a mumble from Dallas.

You smile. "You're welcome, guys."

Within 20 minutes the cake is gone.

An: SEND ME REQUESTS PLEASE. Also, do you guys like 1st person or 2nd person narration better? Please giveme constructive criticism or something. okay bye love yall 💕💕

[xoxo-sarah]

ugh daryl or rick x reader but the reader is reading shy and they yell at the reader and the reader cries 😣😣 but comfort and stuff

Bunny

↝a/n: not really sure if this lives up to your expectations, but this is the first time I've written for TWD openly.

↝pairing: platonic!Daryl Dixon x reader

↝ Warning: reader getting yelled at, mention of Carl's death, reader's nickname is Bunny (platonically!), not proofread

↝⎙ 4.30.23

You were walking behind Daryl, talking his ear off about the comic you had found in an old, broken down store. You hadn't really realized how much you were talking and who you were talking to. Carl used to listen to you ramble on and on about the comics, but he saw where you came from. Daryl had never been one for them. A squirrel crawling up a tree caught his attention. He brought his bow up, aiming until you went through one of your fits, your voice going up an octave as you got excited. The squirrel scurried off.

Daryl had swung around, glaring at you through his eyelids. "Do ya ever shut up? There just went our dinner because you can't be quiet about a stupid comic book!" He had never raised his voice at you. Sure, you've seen him angry, but it was never directed towards you. He saw you as his own, never wanting to hurt you.

"Bunny,"

"Fuck you." Any trace of a tear was gone, replaced by a straight face. You walked right past him, in the direction that the squirrel had gone off to.

He went after you, kicking himself. He knew you hated getting yelled at. It was like an off switch for you. All excitement had been drained from your eyes.

He waited, giving you space, where you weren't in his line of sight, but he could track where you went, seeing your footprints in the dirt.

As he was walking, he stared at the ground until your shoes were in front of his. He looked up, seeing you holding the dead squirrel by its back legs. "Here's dinner, asshole." He caught the squirrel as you threw it.

Daryl watched your face as you looked deep into the flames of the small campfire he had made to cook the meat of the squirrel and keep you warm in the Autumn night air.

"Bunny, look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at ya. I just hadn't found any food for ya and when I did, it ran away."

Daryl has never been one to apologize, but always been one to grumble and mumble back. But he couldn't just let you off thinking he wasn't sorry. He wouldn't be able to live if something were to happen to you and you ended up thinking he wasn't sorry. He'd blame himself for yet another death.

"Whatever."

"Don't do that." It's the teen angst, he had to remind himself. Carl went through it, he knew. "Don't 'whatever' me, damnit." There wasn't any fire behind the curse, he almost sounded desperate for you to know he didn't mean it. He felt it was his fatherly duty to keep you alive, feed you.

"It's okay, Daryl, really. I get it." Your facade disappeared, along with your posture. Your body folded in on itself, knees to your chest. "I just don't have anyone to talk to about them, anymore, ya know."

After Carl died, it was as if your world crumbled. He was like a big brother to you, and now he is gone.

You felt arms around you, bringing you into a hug. The warmth around you was comforting but it was new. He had never hugged you before. It was a fatherly hug, one he wished would take all the negative thoughts away; one to fix everything that has ever gone wrong. "Well this is a first."

He pulled back slightly, halfheartedly glaring at you as he grumbled. "Not a word to anybody, got it?"

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•My work is not to be translated, copied, modified, and/or reposted on any other site without my permission. [!I don't give permission!]

[sabotourist]

between 25 and 54

This fucking chapter is 8k words. We just kept writing it and words kept happening!

But hey! New chapter of the chorus trilogy chatfic, 'laughter is a decent opioid,' written by @illusion-of-sea-axes and me! This time: betting pools and car chases! Enjoy!

[so-many-ocs]

no talking stage i draw your character and then we never speak again

[shortystack75]

Fishy Pac :) messing with lineless and i didn’t hate it so here you go <3

(Close ups under the cut)

(oh they’re a lil blurry thats unfortunate)

[haunted-vespera]

Hey guys! I have a crazy idea:

Stop being assholes just because you learn something new or believe something different. 🫸😲🫷

IKR fuckin bonkers idea, but it's True, you are all assholes when you learn new things and refuse to just say 'okay cool, new knowledge obtained' and move the fuck on. I'm not going to lie, I've been a dick after learning new things too, but I try to change that *learned* reaction all the time. In the past Few years I've been on the Internet, I've seen my generation overreacting to just about everything and everyone. No, someone doesn't deserve to be cancelled to the point of suicide just because they were offensive on accident because they didn't know something. No, some 7 year old shouldn't want to kill themselves because they like something that is cringy. No, someone shouldn't be scared of being themselves just because they are trans. Someone doesn't deserve to suffer just because you don't like something they like. People shouldn't be bullied because they are young and disabled. You shouldn't be a bully just because you are to much of a pussy to admit that you are different. No one should be suffering ESPECIALLY because they are aroace or intersex or bi or whatever. No, your religion doesn't matter to me, I still want to be nice to you because you are a living breathing being. People have the right to choose because we all deserve the right to choose. Love is love and it's still okay to not be in love, it's okay to not experience romantic or sexual attraction and it's okay to not like having sex just because you don't like it. No, what's in your pants does not fuckin matter, what does matter is the kindness you have for others, and no I won't respect you just because you are older or we are both disabled or queer in someway, you earn my respect by respecting me, that doesn't mean I can't agree with you on something. People learn to hate, but we were born to care. I will still be friends with you, whether you are Jewish, Buddhist, polytheists or monotheists, Christian or Catholic, or whatever religion you might believe in , because I know that I can respect you and care for you without needing to believe in the same things. If you can't respect someone else just because they aren't cishet or your religion, GTFO of my page and seek therapy and get off the Internet.

No matter what religion you are, or what gender or sexuality or what fucking ever, you can respect someone else. Be kind because we only have one life and one earth, don't destroy it just because you are too big of a pussy to put differences aside.

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On another note, I may have missed something and this probably is not the most continuous thing ever but it needs to be said, this society that we have built was built in hatred and bias. Go out and be kind despite your differences, learn something new and keep exploring, be respectful and responsible and stay safe.

Any violent comments on this post is a one way ticket to block town, I can and will block you if you are being rude/offensive on purpose/racist or sexist. Comments will be off for a reason.

Drive safe, drink water, go eat and rest if you need it.

~

Love, vespera

[rollercoasterwords]

my delusional prongsfoot heart was so happy this chapter. they call each other by their first names!! it may have something to do with them being in life or death situations sureee but hey growth. and i think sirius respects james more

i mean he does! they’ve been thru a lot 2gether at this point so of course their relationship will be changing…shifting&evolving etc. however i would not hold out 4 any amount of prongsfoot in this fic lmao

[snowqueen]

they r so sweet to me btw

[hertwood]

this morning thinkin abt omega!logan who hates to be vulnerable in front of other ppl but he can't NOT be vulnerable in front of alex bc they're still stuck together via knot

[salparadiselost]

I don’t think y’all realise how desperate I am to write omegaverse but I have no ideas that just catch me. I gotta lotta half formed things but nothing is really taking off.

[captainderyn]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @tiredassmage <3 <3

Tagging: @storyknitter @elveny and @greyias if y’all would like to join!

Have some mild angst as I continue to wrestle with this prompt fill for Five :))

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His most recent failure to abide by that rule taunted him from the screen in front of him. The light dimmed, the system slipping into sleep mode. With more aggression than intended he bumped it back on, glowing at the data that still hadn’t changed.

Agent Erabelle Torven

Designation Cipher Nine

Last Known Location: Corellia, [UNKNOWN], Timestamp: 16:35 Dromund Kaas Standard Time

Status: Missing In Action

Notes: Cipher Nine failed to report in at scheduled time to supervisor. Intelligence indicates possibility of agent being compromised.

Five steepled his hands against his face, kneading his knuckles against his forehead.

It should’ve been him. Nine never should’ve been put in this position, not as a junior Cipher. The Star Cabal was a beast that even most senior agents would have struggled with.

And he knew nothing. The file holding all of this case’s information had been shut down, locked to only the highest of need to knows.

Almost a decade in Intelligence hadn’t earned him that.

“Staring at the screen isn’t going to bring her home faster.”

His office door quietly clicked closed and he sighed, squeezing his eyes closed.

“Fixer,”

[xoxo-sarah]

🐿️ Daryl Dixon masterlist 🐿️

♡= fluff | ☹=angst | ⌲=favorites

[Imagines]

Bunny ☹♡

Distracted ☹♡

Rabbit Questions ♡

Not Leaving ☹♡

⌲ Done This Before ☹

⌲ Can't Come Back From This ☹

⌲ Ms. Perfect ☹

⌲ The Fair ☹

⌲ Easy Street ♡☹

⌲ Reckless ☹

⌲ My Wife ☹♡

Patience ♡

⌲ Bone Gnawing Guilt ☹

[Headcanons]

Pending...

[Series]

Pending...

[dariasonlinedairy]

I hope that all of you will have a beautiful April along with all of the loved ones and with your friends. I am happy that y'all are here, with me, liking my posts and supporting me.

Love y'all! 🌼

🌻 - Xoxo, D.

[tetzoro]

luffy is my f/b (fictional bestie)