#apparently when i was a kid i used to make my mom dress me in a matching outfit so like id have a matching hat shirt and pants

[socialistexan]

Themed sleepy time set up!

#can yall tell i like Cinnamoroll? #apparently when i was a kid i used to make my mom dress me in a matching outfit so like id have a matching hat shirt and pants #and they would have to be on theme #and color #how did they not realize im queer

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Look at how big my titties are getting.... so full of milk! I look like a regular breeding cow already. It's so wonderful seeing my pretty little boobs start to get so heavy and swollen. Pregnancy is amazingly fun! I was a bit worried when my doctor said he signed me up for this! I mean, I've been living as a girl for a little while now and my transition has been going super well. But as soon as I turned 18 he was like, "Emily, now that you're old enough I think you're ready to start carrying a few kids, don't you?" I was like "Uhhhh, sure?" And he had me sign all these wavers, despite me not 100% knowing what I was getting myself into!

Soooo, apparently I was entered into a trial to be continually impregnated on high doses of fertility drugs for a decade. My paperwork says that 'the patient's uterus is expected to produce a minimum of 100 kids in that time.' The minimum!? Ummmm...... wow. But I'm not too surprised. I'm only like six months along and I look huge. It's definitely making playing field hockey a lot more challenging, but as expected we are college girls now so over half of us are pregnant anyway. So I guess it's not a huge deal but when the other girls check me or tackle me I feel like my belly's gonna pop like a balloon, which would be fun to see, I suppose.... Hasn't happened yet though!

So, not only was I forcibly entered into this clinical breeding trial or whatever but I realized the procedure was pretty quick.... I asked my surgeon and I'm not going on Rocket, so I'm not giving birth urethrally, and they didn't hook my birth canal up anywhere, so I won't be giving birth anally like a lot of trans girls..... I decided to ask if they intended to do a new surgery and they said no. So I asked how am I giving birth? The people running the trial said a small device is hooked to my womb, when my babies are ready it'll emit a signal, telling them where I am.....

Guys, get this: I won't know when it's going off. They said they only perform the retrieval between 9-5 Mon-Fri. So I'll be at school or out, going about my day and they'll come by. Allegedly they'll have me take off my clothes wherever I am, they'll smear my belly with numbing cream, and..... perform a C-Section no matter where I am. College? A crowded mall? A movie theater? I'll have no choice, they'll just rip off my clothes, prep me, and open my belly like it's a casual, minor test they're performing, like drawing blood or weighing me or something. Then they'll take my babies to the usual government-owned civilian living centers all these babies are raised at by all these government-appointed breeders who manage to make it to thirty. I might end up being a full-time mom like that one day, if I'm lucky and I don't pop! So.... I have public C-Sections to look forward to! Wonder if it happens even if some random guy is fucking me as I try to go about my day? Wouldn't surprise me one bit.....

Guess I'm still glad I transitioned, even if being forced to have a uterus and pump out babies like a factory was not how I envisioned my twenties. No big deal, I guess. I love having this huge belly, and guys and girls go crazy about it! They go even crazier when they see I have a nice, thick cock between my legs, too.... I feel like it's getting even bigger lately, maybe it's just getting swollen because I jerk off so often? And every other person I run into gives it a few healthy tugs when they reach up my skirt or dresses..... Mmmmm, speaking of which I think I'm gonna put on a cute tiny dress and go out clubbing tonight. My poor pregnant body is just begging to be pounded by twenty or thirty cocks..... I'm sure my professors will understand if I'm late to class tomorrow!"

#pregnant trans #trans girl pregnant #pregnant mtf #pregnant kink #breeding k1nk

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the Asshole for taking my SIL to an anime convention?

My (42M) SIL (29F) has autism and was living with my MIL until she suddenly passed away from heart failure back in 2022. My wife (40F) and I both knew SIL likes to cosplay and go to conventions. Figuring that’s something she and MIL did together, I decided to tell her I want to take her to an anime convention the following year. We chose one that worked out for all of us, timeline wise, along with the costs of transportation, hotel, etc.

Now, this may be a controversial opinion, but I hate anime; nearly all of it is hypersexualized (aside from one, which I’ll get into in a moment). It makes me cringe that my oldest daughter (13F) loves anime, and that that’s all she ever wants to watch. Personally, I feel she’s getting too old for cartoons, but since I also have two younger children, I let it slide.

Prior to actually leaving for con, SIL had sent emails of videos and blogs all about attending anime conventions. Clearly eager to prepare us. She also had outbursts over all sorts of things and lashed out at us on multiple occasions; her emails were often filled with negativity, and simmering rage. In between all of this, we had her relocate to an apartment closer to us.

Anyway, SIL, my daughter, and I go to the airport, we get to the hotel and check-in. We explored the city for a few hours. Now, before all of this, SIL claims she has a “low heat tolerance”, and complained the entire time whenever we walked from Point A to Point B; yes, the city the con was at has good transit and yes I insisted we walk anyway. It’s good exercise! This led to her throwing a fit when we reached a museum I really wanted to check out. We took an Uber back to the hotel and I don’t hear from her again until the next day when we met up to have lunch.

She’s cosplaying a character I don’t recognize and doesn’t tell me anything about them when I asked; it was clearly supposed to be a boy character, though.

Next day, I got a text from SIL; she unexpectedly got her period. Great. Since she asked, I run and get her some pads, only to have to wait an hour in line. Also great. She’s cosplaying another character I don’t recognize. Some magical creature or a doll of some kind. Anyway, us three go into one of the viewing rooms to screen this anime SIL was insistent on showing us. Some Sherlock thing. My daughter likes it, and I’ll admit, I enjoyed it too; I think it is very kid friendly.

Last day, once again, I don’t see or hear from SIL until we meet up in the hotel lobby waiting for our ride to the airport. Seems she had a good time though. She was dressed as one of the kids from that hero anime my daughter likes. She also bought my daughter an axolotl plush (her favorite animal). Going through security was hell; SIL had the nerve to have an attitude the whole time (again later claiming she was overheated and cranky from her period). After we got home she claimed she was never traveling anywhere with me again.

In the days following, she returned the luggage my wife had leant her, having booby trapped it with a photo with the glass broken. Then informs me that her account was overdrawn (I would have gladly paid for more than I did, if she hadn’t been so bitchy).

When we went to her apartment to discuss this, she made the same claims: that she was tired and cranky from the heat, made worse from her period, that I was stressing her out half the time, but that she was grateful despite that because when her mom died, anime conventions were the first thing she was ready to give up.

She also claimed the photo she broke was taken the same year she first attempted to take her own life, and that triggered a panic attack on top of the meltdown she had after returning home.

And the kicker: apparently her mother barely spent any time at conventions, and only sometimes tagged along because she “wanted a vacation”.

Now she claims that I -I repeat I- ruined that Sherlock anime for her. And now is planning to attend a few more cons…Alone.

So what say you? Am I the Asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

[hamiltonaf]

Daddy’s Princess | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Dad!Kylian Mbappé x Mom!Female Reader

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: Angst if you squint but mainly fluff

A/N: Hi my loves. Apologies I’ve been away for so long, I had so much going on but now I’m back. This has been in my drafts for so long, I think it came to a point where I was writing this half asleep. Not proofread, hope you babes enjoy.

Also, you’re more than welcome to send requests .xx

1 year. A year filled with ups and down, but ups for the most of it ever since giving birth to my bundle of joy, Sofia. I couldn’t believe how quickly a whole year has flew by and she’s already one.

The downside of this one year was the harsh break up between Kylian and I just a few weeks after Sophia was born. Post-partum depression was already bad, the break up just made it all worse. Everything was perfectly fine, or so I thought, Kylian was so excited for us to finally be parents and so was I. Little did I know that he wasn’t ready for the odd hours of waking up for feeding or hearing cry’s then having to wake up in a couple of hours for training, plus balancing our relationship, it was apparently all too much for him to handle so he felt the need to sacrifice our relationship to make it easier for him to focus on his career.

He was so used to being an uncle that he didn’t realise that parenting was a whole other ball game. I was willing to reason with him and do all night duties so he can sleep in but unfortunately that wasn’t good enough. Co-parenting isn’t easy.

It really sucks to co-parent because even though Kylian and I have broken up, I still have to see him every weekend when he comes over to spend time with her or he picks her up to take her out for the day. We’re civil, basically acting as if we’re friends, but who are we kidding ? Ever since Sofia was 4 months I’ve noticed Kylian being particularly nice to me, passing compliments, asking me to tag along with him when it’s his turn to spend the day with Sofia, interacting with my socials a lot more…something is cooking.

Unfortunately my pettiness is here to stay, so whenever he’s being ‘overly’ nice, I just brush it off like it’s nothing. It just bothers me that he didn’t try hard enough and think about what I was going through. It was hard when I eventually had to go to work, I was so attached to Sofia that I didn’t want to leave her but I didn’t have much of a choice. The last thing I need to hear whilst I’m depressed is that I wanted to have Kylian’s baby just to get money. Absolute nonsense.

The interesting thing is that even though Kylian isn’t with us everyday of the week 24/7, once Sofia is with her dad she doesn’t want to leave him. She’s so attached to him, funnily enough that she doesn’t even bother crying for me when I’m around.

So since she’s daddy’s little princess, Kylian insisted that we had to have a big first birthday party for her at his place. I went along with it and we both settled on a Disney princess theme.

Kylian had outdone himself, the party was as big and fancy as one would throw when they turn 16. I invited a few people from my side, majority family and a few friends.

Sophia was looking absolutely adorable in a pink puffy dress with a gold crown to top it off. I held Sophia on my hip as I greeted the guests, it’s as if Sophia has a sixth sense that she spotted Kylian approaching us from behind. She immediately started jumping and squealing, eagerly waiting for her dad to carry her. “Is that Princess Sophia ?” He said in shock. I smiled at their interaction as she nodded her head and got shy.

“Come here princess” he held his arms out for her which she happily jumped into his embrace. “My baby looks so cute. Who picked out your dress ?” He pecked her cheek. “Mama” she said as she pointed at me. My heart melted. “Who dresses you better princess ?” I wiggled my brows at her. “Mama” she admitted shyly. “You made daddy sad” he pouted as he faked a cry. Sophia falling for it, she cupped his face and kissed his nose. Catching us both off guard, Kylian and I burst out laughing. “Bubs you’re too cute” I said as I cupped her cheeks with one hand and kissed her cheek. “Doesn’t mama look so beautiful” he said as he looked at Sophia. I suddenly froze. Was not expecting that.

“That’s because mama is a princess” she smiled. “Awww my little pumpkin pie, give mama a kiss” I leaned in and pouted at her, which she gave me a kiss. “Does dad get a kiss from mama too ?” He playfully asked. I gave him a side-eye. Just then our interaction was disrupted when someone hugged be from behind, catching me by surprise. “Darling” a familiar voice said. I turned around and was met by my work friend, Nate. “Oh my god ! Nate ! I’m so glad you could make it” I said as I pulled him in for a hug. Nate is a good friend of mine from work. I believe the crucial thing to mention here is that Nate has a girlfriend, whom which I’m very good friends with as well, unfortunately she couldn’t make it since she was away on a work trip… life of a model.

Kylian hasn’t met him or heard of him up until now. “Nate, I’d like you to meet Kylian, Sophia’s dad and my little princess, Sophia !” I introduced them. “Pleasure to meet you” they shook hands but Kylian didn’t look too pleased. “And look at this girl, beautiful like her mum” he cooed at Sophia. “So I’ve been told” I said proudly. Sophia got shy and cuddled up closer to Kylian. “Anyway let me not take up too much of your time. I’ll meet with the others in the mean time” Nate said with a soft smile and excused himself. It was so obvious that the energy changed in the air, well for me at least.

“I can’t believe you did that” Kylian said. “Excuse me ? Did what ?” I raised a brow in confusion. “Do you really think this is the time and place to bring a lover of yours ? That too to introduce our daughter to ?” He lowered his voice just so I could hear him. “What the…are you okay ? If you don’t know what’s going on, then don’t give me your 2 cents !” I said back. “I know exactly what’s going on. I’m not stupid. Keep him away from Sophia.”

“I- you know what… believe what you want” I rolled my eyes at him. “Let’s go bub” I said as I held my arms out for her. She happily obliged to jump into my arms as we walked away. I can’t believe he got so jealous.

I ended up getting caught up in a conversation with my mum and Fayza, mainly because I had their granddaughter in my arms. I was baffled mid conversation when the topic of discussion was about having another child. Did Kylian not tell them about our break up or are they assuming we’re back together. I didn’t even bother arguing with them to avoid any further drama.

Kylian took me by surprise when he took the initiative to be the MC. Everyone had dropped their conversations to go get seated, while I had to go stand beside Kylian since I had Sophia with me. “Hello everyone and welcome to my baby’s first birthday !” Kylian announced as everyone erupted into cheers, Sophia had joined everyone as she clapped along, making us giggle and look at her in awe.

“This party would not have been possible without you all so thank you to every one of you for coming” he paused as everyone started clapping. He then glanced at me for a brief second before placing a hand on my back and pulling me to stand closer to him. “This party would also not be possible without my (Y/N), who has given me the greatest blessing of being a father. I will forever be thankful for all that you did and continue to do. Thank you for also shaping me into being a better version of myself. Lastly, thank you for helping me out and telling me what Sophia needs when she’s crying” everyone had burst into laughter at his last line.

“So a round of applause for (Y/N) !” He yelled as everyone followed by cheering. He then turned to look at me as he pulled me in for a hug. My heart had completed melted at his speech. More especially when he referred to me as my (Y/N). He released from our hug and kissed my cheek. It’s as if we forgot that we had Sophia in between us, it was only until she said “I love you mama” and kissed my other cheek that I snapped back into reality. “I love you more bubba” I smiled and kissed her cheek.

We then sang for her and cut her cake before everyone was free to mingle and eat. Sophia was actually starting to get crabby I guess with all the attention she was itching to play with the other kids so I accompanied her on the jumping castle. Low-key reliving my childhood through Sophia.

Nate then caught me by surprise when he joined us on the jumping castle, we were laughing more than talking. I guess our laugh was that loud that it caught Kylian’s attention. “Dada jump !” Sophia squealed as soon as she saw Kylian make his way towards us.

She quickly lost interest in jumping in these few minutes that she sprinted into her dads arms. “Tired bubs ?” He asked her softly as she cradled her face into his neck. She shook her head. “Do you want your bottle ?” He asked. She nodded her head. He then gave me a glance as a sign of help. I quickly said goodbye to Nate to help Kylian out.

“Wanna come by mama ?” I cooed. She shook her head as if I was a stranger. I gasped in shock. “You just broke mama’s heart” I faked a cry. Sophia actually started giggling. As we were walking into the house, both our mums spotted us walking together. “Aww where are you taking our baby ?” Fayza cooed. “She’s hungry, (Y/N/N) and I will take care of her” Kylian said. Both of our mums shared a look before moving out of our way.

Once we were inside, it was total peace and silence. Just the three of us, with of course the party happening being a soft background noise. Kylian sat her on the kitchen counter top and was about to make her bottle but I stopped him. “Watch her..I’ll do it” I said with a soft smile. He then kept her occupied by making small talk with her and played a game.

It didn’t take me long to make her bottle. After testing to see if the temperature was fine, I shook the bottle in front of her to see her reaction. “Who do you want to feed you ?” I playfully asked. “Mama !” She squealed. “Now you’re leaving dada for mama ?” Kylian acted offended and faked a cry. In the cutest way possible, she covered her eyes with her tiny hands and the cutest smile on her face. I cradled her in my arms and walked over to the couch to sit down. She held her own bottle and got distracted when Kylian started making faces at her. “Oii stop it” I joked. He then sat down beside me. “Is it a good time to talk now ?” He asked curiously. “Depends on what the topic is” I said as I glanced over.

“It’s about us” he hesitantly answered. I remained silent for a while before speaking up, “Not the perfect timing but I can’t run away from this so you might as well just be frank” I shrugged. “I feel terrible ever since I left you and Soph. It was wrong of me to let you take care of her on your own when you needed me the most. Spending time with the both of you in these last few months have shown what I was missing out on this whole time. I want to be with you every step of the way to take care and watch our little princess grow” he said. I was left speechless. “I know it’s a lot right now, but I obviously wouldn’t have dropped this on you if our feelings weren’t mutual” he smiled softly. “How do you know our feelings are mutual ?” I raised a brow.

“I notice the little things, when you get flustered after I compliment you. Especially earlier when I asked for a kiss until that idiot ruined our moment” he said annoyed. “Wait wait… is this about Nate ?” I furrowed my brows. “No !” He scoffed. “Oh my god. It is ! You’re jealous of him aren’t you ?” I started giggling. “What ? Me.. jealous ? No” he laughed. “Ky, I just know when you’re lying” I shook my head trying to fight back a smile. Sophia finished her bottle and handed it over to me. I then held her upright against my chest to rub her back. “Okay fine. I was triggered to do this sooner. I’ll forever hate myself if I didn’t try to make things right with you. I don’t want to lose my girls. I’ve always loved you and never stopped loving you”

I was taken aback by everything he said. “Why didn’t you come back then ?” I asked. “Because I figured you wouldn’t want me back so soon after I what I did. You didn’t deserve that and I thought I didn’t deserve you, but I couldn’t let you go.. after all I’m still in love with you. So I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me and allow me to have a second chance” he said hopeful. I sighed. “You’re making this harder because I literally see Sophia’s face when you look like that” he broke into a smile. Speaking of Sophia, she fell off to sleep. Sleeping beauty. “You’re lucky you’re her dad” I smiled.

“So you forgive me ?” He broke into a smile. I nodded my head. He was about to make noise until I shushed him and pointed at Sophia. “Oh sorry” he said in a hushed tone. He then pecked Sophia’s forehead then looked at me. “What ?” I asked confused. “You didn’t answer my question from earlier” he grinned. “Which was ?” I raised a brow. “Can daddy get a kiss too ?” He wiggled his brows. “I’m feeling petty so not right now” I grinned. “Ahh chérie just one” he pouted. “Later Kyky” I said as I stood up. He then took Sophia from my arms and carried her. “I think I’ve been tortured enough by how you look every time I see you” he pouted. “Nice try” I then surprised him by pecking his lips. “That was too short” he pouted.

#football #football fanfic #football fanfics #football imagine #football fluff #football angst #football smut #football x you #football x reader #football blurb #football drabble #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe smut #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe angst #kylian mbappe imagines #kylian mbappe blurb #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe x you #kylian mbappe oneshot #ricciardoaf oneshots

[ultralightpoe]

Copy Cap - Steve Rogers

Authors Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Word Count: 1,601

Warnings: slutty is used A LOT

Description: Small halloween blurb.

This is a part of my Halloween event, stay tuned for a new story every hour!

Happy Halloween!

“What on earth is that?” The sound of Steve Rogers honest to god shocked voice draws your attention from the halloween decorations you had been sent out to get. You find him standing towards the end of the aisle where the kids' costumes started. 

Tony was throwing a halloween party within the tower, and he said that each Avenger HAD to be there. He sent a text out reminding each and everyone of you of a threat on what would happen if you did not attend ‘Starkoween’. And as much as you hated Tony’s parties you truly did not want him sending out the falls and mistakes that Jarvis has caught on tape over the years. The public did not need to see you running into the glass windows thinking it was open.

But not only had you been invited, no, you had been given a task from Tony. 

He apparently was out of lights, and he had also found out that you were short of a costume so he gave you his card and sent you on your way to complete his shopping and on your way out he pawned the super soldier off on you. 

It’s not that you hated Steve, the exact opposite actually. You had a huge crush on him, the kind that reduced you to very few words whenever he was near. Your heart beating through your chest and the need to impress him filling your bones. 

But he was the exact opposite, he liked to ignore you, and when he did actually talk to you it was always about work. He truly just could not be bothered by you. 

So it was odd, so freaking odd, when Steve agreed to ride with you to pick up his own costume. 

Which leads you to this moment, walking up behind Steve to where he is now glaring at a costume. A laugh threatens to escape you as you see what has his so irritated, your eyes catching on the slutty cap costume. 

The woman wore a very skimpy one piece that plunged down and barely covered her ass. It was placed together with male versions and kid versions, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. 

“What’s so funny?”

“It’s just….. You look like a mom-” A cackle finally falls from your lips and he whirls on you with a shocked face, the hands on his hips just making it worse. 

“A mom?”

“YES!” “Do you realize how vulgar this costume is?” 

“It looks great, she looks great.” You sigh, finally beginning to calm down. “Not the best spot for it, but still a great costume.”

“It’s completely inappropriate.” He snaps out, snatching a random costume from the shelf and storming off. 

“I didn’t mean to make you mad!” You call after him, seeing his head shake as he keeps storming off. 

That stings, and just like every other conversation you have had with the man you are left feeling stupid. And that wasn’t fair because you were always trying. He NEVER tried. And honestly, you were sick of it. So you shoved the pumpkin and bat lights in the cart before grabbing your own costume and making your way to checkout. 

- 

“You don’t understand, Nat.” Steve can do nothing but sigh out, one hand clenched around a beer bottle as he watches everyone pass around him. The beer was honestly just for show, truthfully he thought they tasted disgusting and the super soldier serum didn’t allow him to get drunk so he pretended to drink to blend in. Not that it truly mattered since he was hiding by Nat and Sam all night. “It was so embarrassing.”

“What about a slutty costume is embarrassing?” His friend laughs, sipping slowly on some weird cocktail that had gummy eyeballs floating through it. It was the first time he had seen her drink anything but a martini or beer. “I don’t think-”

“What does Y/n think of me?” 

“That…… you’re slutty?”

“Yes! Or just… it’s embarrassing that she might view me like a joke. I mean if people can dress me that way then what do they think of me? What does SHE think of me?”

“I think that you are overthinking this whole thinking thing.” Sam sighs, rubbing his eyelids. “I seriously doubt that costume made Y/n think of you in a bad way, everything can be turned into a slutty costume these days. A nun can be-”

“What about nuns?” Bucky asks, walking up with another round of drinks balanced in his hand. 

“Slutty nuns on Halloween. I was telling Steve that anything can be slutty on halloween. Hell I’ve seen girls dress as slutty corn-” Sam starts. 

“Slutty teacher.” Tony cuts in.

“Don’t forget slutty michael myers.” Wanda supplies, fixing the pirate hat she wore. 

“Or slutty pirate!” Nat points and Wanda looks completely shocked. “Says the slutty mouse!”

“You guys are saying slutty wayyyyy too much.” Bruce sighs before Bucky smiles from ear to ear. 

“How about slutty Y/n?” He blurts and Steve’s head whips towards him, anger coursing through his blood as Bucky looks back to him. “Watch yourself James.”

“No, look at your girlfriend.” Bucky teases, pointing in your direction. Steve finds you in an instant, coming down the steps from the living quarters with a wide smile on your own face. Your walk is smooth, and Steve cannot pull his eyes away from you in the slutty cap costume he had seen at the store. 

You had paired it with thigh high red heels and red lipstick, the mask covered half your face but it was very easy to recognize you. 

The beer bottle in his hand shatters and multiple turn to see the commotion, party goers spotting all the Avengers and suddenly move forward to greet the group. But Steve is already moving through them to get to you, not even bothering to apologize when he bumped into people. 

“Y/n.” He calls, face heated as he tries to catch your attention. “Hey-”

“Eyyy, It’s lady liberty over here-” A drunken voice catches his attention, filling his vision before he could get to you. And the second he sees the drunk abe lincoln heading towards you a wave of jealousy fills him.

  It’s not really fair, he knows this. He avoids talking to you because he doesn’t want to look like a fool but he hates when other people talk to you. A never ending game. 

“Y/n! Hey-” He calls again, feeling his chest lighten when you finally glance over at him. 

“Captain America!” Drunken Abe calls, reaching a hand out for a high five. “Hate to say it but she wore it better-”

“Don’t I know it.” Steve blushes, finally within arms reach of you.

“I’m not changing.” You snap, crossing your arms. “And before you start you should just be thankful that I didn’t buy the little shield.”

“I wasn’t gonna say you should change, you look…… you look great.”

“Oh? Not too vulgar?” You glare and his fight or flight begins to kick in. Landing on flight.

“Did I…. have I made you mad?” He asks, rubbing at his chest, trying not to blush too much. He probably looked insane, standing in a turtle costume while you are here looking like an actual goddess. 

“Did you make me mad? You were mad earlier!”

“I… what?”

“You snapped earlier and stormed off.”

“Because I looked like an idiot!”

“Oh whatever-” You go to walk off and he finds himself following you. 

“Wait, just hold on-”

“You realize this is like the third actual conversation we have had that lasts more than two sentences?”

“I do.” Entirely his fault, he could never seem to figure out what to say. 

“And you always act like an ass-”

“I don’t mean to. Wait just let me explain, okay?”

You squint, watching him for a moment before sighing and nodding. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” He sighs, leading you to a quieter side of the room, the lights around you both flashing bright. “I just… okay here goes nothing-”

“You’re wasting my time.”

“I know, it’s just I don’t know what to say.”

“How about the truth?”

“The truth? Okay. You make me feel like an idiot. Not on purpose but you do. It’s been nearly 100 years under the ice, 100 years since I talked to a woman and I was still unpracticed before I went under. And then I come out and I am living with this absolute gorgeous gal who is just…. perfect . I am so under prepared for anything, I know nothing of the new world and I think everything I say is wrong.”

You're watching him with such intense eyes he might die. 

“And then today, I finally talk myself into trying to talk to you and before I get a chance I saw the costume and I just felt…”

“Stupid?”

“Yes. Embarrassed and like I was the butt of a joke. Truth is I really like you, and here you are wearing a copycat of my costume while I am dressed up as a Ninja teenage mutant turtle-” Before he can finish his sentence your mouth his on his own, and he can’t breathe. 

Kissing back deeply and falling into a trance as his hands move up to hold the sides of your head. By the time you both pull back the red lipstick is covering half your chin. “I don’t think you’re stupid and I love the costume.” You smile and before he knows it he is reaching down to kiss you again.

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[wandasaura]

OKAY NOW HOLD ON 😭😭😭

LIKE maybe r feels insecure about her body after giving birth to two kids, and it shows in little ways that wandanat pick up/notice. HEAR ME OUT, the kids get to school— and they just take their time appreciating r (non-sexually and sexually)

she's never been overly confident in her body, but she's never second guessed it either. she used to wear what she felt comfortable in, whether it was a loose fitting sundress that came down to her ankles, or tiny baby-tees and skirts that left almost nothing to the imagination, but after having their littlest lady she experiences the typical mom crisis of "im a mom now. my body isn't fully my own anymore. how do i dress so people understand im a mom to a toddler and a school aged toddler." and wanda and natasha pick up on how she traces over the stretch marks on her belly and pulls at the skin around her hips. they reach their breaking point when they overhear her in the shower one morning berating how her boobs look. when they drop the littlest love off at daycare and the biggest little maximoff gremlin off at kindergarten, they take her out by the pool where the june sun is just starting to warm up with summertime and they kiss every inch of her skin as they undress her. natasha is especially feral over her boobs now, and that's apparent by the deep purple bruises sucked into the sensitive skin that fed both of their children. wanda kisses her belly and makes sure to show extra attention to the stretch marks that her little princesses created, and if they fuck her, depending on the mood, it's slow and its soft and its just their bodies. no toys, just fingers and tongues and soft sweet motions and words

#yail: asks #a: anon #answered. #𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 ꔫ #minors dni ৎ୭

[antxlss]

enchanted

pairing: rafe cameron x kook!reader

summary: after recently moving to the obx, you get an invitation to midsummers. while there you meet an enchanting boy.

warnings: none

words: 867

a/n: i’m back after like a two month break lol. this is obviously based off of taylor swift's song enchanted. had to do a fic on homer of speak now tv coming out soon. as always, thank you for reading! if you have any requests, please do not hesitate to reach out! i love you, enjoy! <3

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I just moved to the outer banks. My dad is expanding his automotive company, and we landed here. It's not like I'm complaining though. The house we have is ginormous, and its surrounder by houses the same size or even bigger. The only thing i have to complain abot right now is the fact that my family and I have to go to some kind of fancy outside party thing, Midsummers, i think is what they call it around here.

Our neighbors, the Williams, invited us. Of course my mom was ecstatic. I have complained ever since she accepted the invitation. She insists it's a perfect opportunity to make a first impression on the rest of the island. So, here I am, wearing an expensive dress and strapping on 5 inch heels that will probably be off of my feet 10 minutes into the night.

“Y/N honey, we have to go, your father is already in the car!” my mother yells from downstairs.

“Coming!” I reply as I stomp down the stairs. I get in the car dreading the long, tiring night ahead of me.

***

After a short drive, we arrived at the venue. It's a beautiful outdoor space with fairy lights hanging and a bar to the side. We walk down the stairs and my mother is dragging me close behind her. My dad leads us to a group of people. He shakes everyone's hands and starts talking to them like he's known them his whole life. When he gestures to me I just fake a smile and nod my head sweetly.

We move from one family to another as my father introduces us and talks about his business and gives out his card. I am about to just walk away but something made my head turn, and apparently everyone else's. Down the entrance walks a family. They look pretty important, because everyone is practically lining up to talk to them. They all look like models. A broad dark haired man with a beard, two tan blonde haired women, a dark headed girl with glasses. And then there was a built boy wearing a powder blue suit. His hair was slicked back perfectly. My eyes lock with his piercing blue ones and I forget about all the reasons I don't want to be here right now. He cracks the most beautiful smile I've ever seen in my life. He looks away and talks to who I assume is his father. Then his silhouette starts heading in my direction. 

Oh my gosh, he's coming over here. I straighten out my dress, adjust my hair, and try to hide my nervousness. He finally reaches me and I finally get a good look at him. He towers over me.

“Hey.” he breaks the silence.

“Hi.” I breathe out.

“You were staring at me.” he laughs.

“You were staring at me too.” I fire back.

“Touchee,” he grins. “You must be new here, I haven't seen you around here before.”

“Yeah, I just moved here about a week and half ago.” I answered.

“Well I'm glad you're here, welcome to the OBX. I'm Rafe Cameron.” he sticks his hand out for me to shake.

“Nice to meet you Rafe Cameron, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” I grinned.

Rafe and I talked about everything. He told me about his family, apparently they are pretty high up around here. He told me about kooks and pogues and how I'm a kook. I talked about where I moved from, and all my old friends. We talked about anything and everything. We made our way around the whole venue, I'd say. We stopped at the bar, sat down and occupied a few tables. We were talking about my first beach trip as a kid when my dad came behind me and tapped me on the shoulder.

“Hey honey, it's time to go,” he stated.

“Oh wow, already?” I was shocked.

“It's 12:00.” Rafe said with raised eyebrows.

“I guess we lost track of time.” I laughed. “I guess I have to go.”

“It was lovely to meet you.” Rafe grabbed my fingers and placed a gentle kiss on the back of my hand. “I hope to see you again.”

And with that, he walked away and I was left standing there smiling and blushing like an idiot. My dads voice broke me out of my trance.

“Good idea, making friends with the Camerons, I've heard they have a pretty big influence around here.”

Everything he said was going in one ear and out the other. I was in a trance, I was enchanted to meet Rafe Cameron.

***

I’m laying in my bed. It's 2 a.m. and I can't go to sleep. All I can think about is him. While I struggled to get that tight dress off, while I showered and scrubbed all the hairspray out of my hair, while I washed all my makeup off, my thoughts echoed his name. I want to know if he is in love. I want to know if he knows how I feel. I want to know if he feels the same way. I guess I won't know until I see him again.

#rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #rafe angst #rafe cameron imagines #rafe fanfiction #rafe obx #rafe x you #rafe cameron smut #rafe imagine #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe x y/n #rafe fic #rafe smut #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x oc #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron fluff #obx jj #obx x reader #obx #obx fic #obx2 #obx smut #obx s3 #obx3 #obx imagine

[yakumtsaki]

Welcome, everyone, to Unions In College: Targaryen edition! That's right, all my fears about the distant cousin dating situation are about to come true and as a sign of things to come, I originally started this update last weekend and then got food poisoning in the middle of it. We've finally reached the point where the Unions are making me actually vomit and not metaphorically! Because of the new pic limit, this is part 1 of the update and I'll post part 2 right after.

We have arrived at La Fiesta and everyone looks simply amazing, especially Barth in his cowboy look. As Felina and Meadow (Fedow??) immediately reconnect, we are greeted by some #MajorDormieDrama:

Apparently a love triangle between Purple Hair Glasses, Awesomely Dressed Raver Dude and Former Blue Dog Shirt has formed right under my nose! It's so moving to see how between Gunther, Cyn and Sophito, we have used and discarded all 3 of these people multiple times over each generation❤️

-Screw you, Former Blue Dog Shirt, I gave you my precious dormie heart and this is how you repay me?? -I'm sorry, Purple Hair Glasses, it's just that we know each other so well that things got stale!

Seriously when did you dormie losers even find the time to develop relationships?? Last few gens we've been staying at the dorms for about 20 seconds each run like wtf.

ANYWAY, let me go give the kids makeovers and definitely not deal with something that will make me think my hood is corrupted and cause me to have a mild heart attack!

CLAIRE WTF ARE YOU DOING HERE

-There's some empty rooms so I'm moving in!

WHAT. YOU'RE LIKE 60YO

-Once a dormie always a dormie! Lakshmi is coming too!

WHAT

-Hi Mom! -Hi sweetie, I'm here to relive my youth!

I don't have any pics after this as I was FREAKING TF OUT. After Claire, Laksmhi aka Blue Meatballs aka ANOTHER 60 YO FORMER DORMIE WHOSE KID IS ATTENDING COLLEGE ALSO MOVED IN. I'm pretty sure if the dorm wasn't at capacity Stacy was also gonna move in, WTF.

Mercifully I resolved this shit by going to the main hood and having everyone's elder birthdays, they were only a few days away anyway, and once they turned into elders they fucked off and new dormies moved in. I think it was some unintended consequence of the no dormie regen mod??? No idea but it was SCARY.

Moving on, I was worried whether Fedow's teen romance was gonna translate to college but I legit didn't even have time to give them makeovers, it's straight to Daniel's old room where all the CC is missing!

-Can you please read the undecorated room and fuck off?

Yes yes, let me catch up with the rest of our beloved dormies..

Oh look, a newly-generated dormie is here, ok, we are safe from the crazed geriatrics!

-Hiiii I'm your new age-appropriate dormie friend :)

-As am I!

I'm so happy to see you guys I'm not even gonna comment on the fact you're both Don clones, will this face template ever stop haunting me?? Well whatever, looks like no dormie marriages for us for a while..

-WHAT?!?!

Omg Miss Havisham I didn't see you there in your bridal veil and underwear, of course we'll marry you!

-Really? You mean it??

Let's move on!

Aww, Fedow is back in love! Note that this happened so fast I still have not been able to give them them their makeovers. Alright Meadow, falling back in love so quickly seals it, you're marrying in!

-YAY🌞

Now it's time to gaze upon your LTW panel and see what awaits me and I'm certain it won't shake me to my very core!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

MEADOW WHAT THE FUCK

Frankly I don't even feel bad for myself, this is what I deserve for violating the 'no family aspiration spouses' rule I instituted after Wyatt. So to recap, Felina wants 3 top-carreer kids and Meadow wants 6 married off ones!! Fml!!!

-You know, Spice, the more I look at your nose the more I think you should invest in a good, wide-brim hat like your father. -The more I look at Meadow's LTW I think you should invest in some birth control.

VERY TRUE. Ok Felina, please fuck off so I can introduce the cousins.

-You're not gonna introduce ME?!

Ya I think people know both you and Bartholomew all too well if anything!

We begin with Spice, Sugar and Claire's shockingly good-looking-until-you-look-at-him-from-the-side-and-see-the-Don-nose son. I gotta give it to Claire's gene's, they put up a heroic fight.

Neat: 10 Outgoing: 6 Active: 10 Playful: 3 Nice: 5 Aspiration: Knowledge  Secondary Aspiration: Fortune One True Hobby: Science LTW: Become Game Designer Major: Art

Introducing this generation's punching bag aka Reginald and Half-Alien-Prof's son, Britannicus. Here he is being hit in the face by a baseball thrown by Barth.

Neat: 9 Outgoing: 9 Active: 7 Playful: 5 Nice: 3 Aspiration: Fortune Secondary Aspiration: Popularity One True Hobby: Fitness LTW: Become Hall of Famer Major: Poli-sci

Julian and Stacy's daughter, Sunsent, whomst we've already met and I LOVE, I'm obsessed with her face.

Neat: 8 Outgoing: 8 Active: 1 Playful: 5 Nice: 7 Aspiration: Popularity  Secondary Aspiration: Pleasure One True Hobby: Cuisine LTW: Become Icon Major: Drama

Meadow, whose teen outfit I actually sat down and converted to adult because none of the existing conversions of this iconic outfit were accurate enough for me!

Neat: 4 Outgoing: 4 Active: 4 Playful: 7 Nice: 6 Aspiration: Family Secondary Aspiration: Pleasure One True Hobby: Nature LTW: Not gonna type it Major: Art

Last but certainly not least, June and Blue Meatball's daughter, Cyan, who is a super nice FREAK just like her mommy. She also has one of the iconic @lamare-sims custom LTWs, make 10k playing poker, I had a lot of fun giving her a stereotypical poker pro makeover huhu

Neat: 9 Outgoing: 3 Active: 8 Playful: 4 Nice: 10 Aspiration: Pleasure Secondary Aspiration: Fortune One True Hobby: Tinkering (she's a Tinker-Union, awww) LTW: Make 10k Playing Poker Major: Math

Cousins aren't the only thing we brought to college with us, as someone also brought over this FUCKING COLD that's been ravaging the neighborhood this entire generation.

I've been tracing this thing and I'm pretty sure it originated in Claire's household where fucking Wilfred came home from work sick and he passed it to Spice, then Spice came over to visit his bum dad Sugar, passed it to the main house, then Sunset came over from school with Barth, got it from the main house and passed it to the June/Julian/Blue Meatballs/Stacy household who then passed it to Daniel's household. So basically the only unaffected house is Gunther and Melody! That's why never seeing your kids is the right call.

We spend our first night skilling as everyone this generation is a complete moron with no skill points. I had both Barth and Felina choose the psychology major as I feel they will need those skills (for vastly different reasons) given their LTW's and Barth wastes no time putting his new charisma skill point to good use!

-YOU SICKEN ME, DON-FACED FUGGO. NOW GO ON A DATE WITH ME

Bro I can't. This is the first LTW so far where I actually feel like I CAN'T DO IT. How tf am I gonna convince 20 sims to sleep with this freakshow?!?!

-Did someone say chin filler??

NO I DID NOT, GUNNAR, GET OUT OF HERE, I'M NOT THAT DESPERATE

-Wooo mama, he can Roque my Gunnar if you know what I mean!!

ABSOLUTELY NOT. We've made some questionable choices in this legacy but Gunnar Roque is where I draw the line, that chin is not entering our gene pool.

-I'm not saying I'll marry him!

OH PLEASE BARTH BE FOR FUCKING REAL. It's been 5 generations of this bullshit, we all know if I let you date him you'll be rejecting every sim and forcing me to marry you to the ugliest and creepiest option. NOT HAPPENING

-Don't worry, Gunnar, I will fight for us!!! -That's fire bro, let me know, I'm around. Peace. -Oh God, we're a match made in heaven! How can you stand in the way of true love??

What? Sorry I spaced out, I seriously can't believe this comparison between your chins. God.

-JUST BECAUSE I'M FIGHTING FOR GUNNAR DOESN'T MEAN I WON'T ALSO FIGHT YOU, BITCH! SNEAK ATTACK! -SAVE ME, MEADOW!

-Lalala, painting pretty pictures for one of my six nurseries🎵☀️

Meadow, I'm getting a distinct feeling that you might turn out to be my worst nightmare??

Anyway, time to invite over placeholder Jimmy Phoenix so we can start the arduous process of getting into our Greek House, Britannicus is up first-

-AND WE DISCOVER HE MIGHT HAVE SOME GUNTHER BLOOD IN HIM AFTER ALL LOL. THIS WAS LITERALLY HIS FIRST INTERACTION WITH HIM, GO BRIT

Boy, that escalated quickly and I think we have Sophito to thank for it. He dumped Jimmy and then forced him to stick around and watch him bang the entire campus, making him desperate enough to go for Britannicus! Family truly means helping each other out❤️

Jimmy lingered here after Britannicus got in in record time, so I seized the opportunity to have everyone befriend him so we can leave this dump asap and move to our own dump.

-So, Jimmy, I'm a pleasure aspiration and if I were to get into the house I'd be constantly throwing parties and inviting all my family! ALL my family, like my uncle Sophito! -Nice try, Cyan, but you're way too late! 10 minutes too late, to be exact, since that's how long I've been an incredibly serious relationship with Britannicus!!

-BRITANNICUUUUUUUUUUUS... THE STARS SHINE UPON YOUR NAME -Oh my.

JIMMY. REIN IT IN, FAM

-I will not!

-So ya, that time with Sophito doesn't count so I can't wait to have my very first woohoo with my lover, Britannicus! -That's great, can I please join the Greek House now? -Oh is that why I'm here? Sure you can!

Alright flops, pack it up, time to fuck off to the Greek House.

-LOVE HAS MADE YOU SOFT, FAILINA -THAT'S A PROBLEM YOU'LL NEVER HAVE, VIRGIN

See you in part 2!

#gen 4 #ts2 #long post

[promptful]

Could you do a list of prompts where it's enemies to lovers but only one of them hates the other? Thank you so much!

Enemies to Lover Prompts, but Only One of Them Hates the Other

Hi there! Thank you for requesting, here you go!

WARNINGS: Hospital mention!

SCENARIOS

1) Sometimes I wonder why my boss assigns me to you of all people and—why are you blushing? 

2) Small car? Fine. Small car with you, and you now hate my guts even more now? Not so fine. Small car with you, hating my guts, and you’re wearing that suit/button-down/dress and looking absolutely amazing? Really good, but really, really bad. 

3) I hate you, but you’re bleeding after a mission/an accident and I don’t know what to do but sit here. You want me to hold your hand, and I know I shouldn’t feel this way seeing you so vulnerable. 

4) There’s nobody to check you into the hospital, and they won’t let me back there unless I’m related. Congrats, I’m your wife/husband/spouse now. Ready for a shotgun marriage? 

5) I’ve always thought you’ve hated me as I’ve hated you. Whenever there was a meeting, you’d do nothing but stare at me, but now that we’re alone in the break room/office/building, I don’t think you hate me as much as I thought. 

6) I may not like you, but I’d hate you getting caught by the police even more. Here, hide with me. 

7) How, after two years of us being in the same office, I now only figured out that you apparently have a crush on me? And the office knew? I thought you hated me. 

8) Group projects aren’t fun, but group projects with you are even worse. Gotta make sure I clean my room, and make sure there’s snacks, oh, and make sure that my mom doesn’t come in the room and—wait… why am I putting so much effort in? 

9) I know that when I took this job, I said I’d do anything to get to the truth. But a fake marriage between you and I? Not happening. (It happens anyway.) 

10) I saw a crumpled up letter sitting on my desk, and all of our coworkers were snickering about it. It was a note confessing your love for me, obviously trashed. You never hated me? 

11) We’re about to be caught, and you pull me into a closet/cupboard/dumpster/alleyway, and now you’re really close. Lord, help me. 

12) I got a piece of paperwork that I can’t do alone, so I took it up to your office. Entering your space was a one-time thing, but when did it become a habit to stop here every other day with coffee, then? 

13) Our boss is planning on firing both of us if we can’t get along—and he/she even went as far as to threaten a get-along shirt. Come on, let’s go bowling/watch a movie/to the arcade or something… why am I so warm? 

14) I never thought that out of this whole room, you’d be the one to advocate for me. 

15) I overheard your secretary ordering you coffee, and being the best employee that you have, I got you a second one in the afternoon. You return the favor, and maybe you’re not such a bad boss. 

16) You’re babysitting my daughter/son. I hate you, but you do a good job. You hate me, but I tip you well. What happens when my kid locks us into a damned closet after you finish up work, and you start blushing? 

17) I am trying not to cry at the fact that my ice cream dropped on the pavement. It’s already been a rough day, okay? But then you, my boss, who should be back at their office and definitely not here, buys me a new one. Who are you, and what did you do to my boss? 

18) I called yesterday to not come in today. I don’t want to deal with you, or anyone else for that matter. But then you’re here with groceries and ice cream… thanks.

19) That’s my dog... who likes your dog? Even though you’re my annoying neighbor that blasts music at two in the morning, maybe we can get along. For the sake of our pets, of course. And not because you’re—

20) TURN DOWN YOUR MUSIC. DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU ONE MORE TIME, AND—that’s some tight sleepwear/you’re not wearing a shirt—and… I… uh…

#story prompt #otp prompts #prompt list #writing prompts #creative writing #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts #prompts #fanfiction prompts #rp starters #writeblr #writing prompt #writing ideas #character prompt #fic prompt #enemies to lovers #enemies to lovers prompt #tw hospital #tw medical #prompt #p.

[wynnyfryd]

“Steeeeeeeve!” Robin sings as she throws open the front passenger door, in a tone that sounds like she might actually burst if she doesn’t tell Steve whatever juicy news she’s procured in the single hour they’ve been apart while her parents forced her to attend church. “Wait,” she frowns, looking into the car. “Why are you sitting here?”

Steve shoots her a tired smile from the passenger seat and reaches out to squeeze her hand. Eddie waves from the driver’s side, Dustin chirps “Hi, Robin!” from behind Eddie’s head, and she nods a quick hello to them both before turning back to Steve. “Thought I was about to kick Eddie out of my seat,” she says, and okay, rude. “Is it your ear again?”

“Yeah, it’s doing the thing,” Steve says mildly as he climbs out of the car. Eddie scoffs. Pretty understated way of saying ‘I’m probably going deaf from all the head trauma and my ear aches and it’s not always safe for me to drive,’ but whatever.

Steve pauses to hug Robin — kinda squeezes the life out of her, lifts her up and shakes her like he’s trying to knock pennies loose from her frilly dress pockets — and then he hops into the back with Dustin.

“Dude,” Dustin says, sounding so disappointed. “You’re really gonna give up shotgun just like that?”

Steve smacks the back of his head. Dustin yelps “Ow!” and then mutters, “Jerkwad.”

“Shithead,” Steve thumps him again. They tussle for a second until Steve gets him in a headlock, ripping the kid’s hat off and ruffling his hair with a triumphant fist, and Dustin says, “Get off me! This is child abuse, I’m telling mom!”

“She’ll never believe you,” Steve grins, “but go ahead.”

“What the hell are you wearing?” Eddie asks Robin once everyone settles in, because she looks like she’s been forced to wear Nancy’s clothes again.

Robin and Steve mean-mug him in tandem, doing their freaky soulmate sync up shtick, and Robin sniffs, “First of all: Shut up.”

“Steve, control your wife,” and yeah, okay, he deserves the vicious flick to the funny bone he gets for that.

“Secondly, I am wearing the sexist garb of the good Christian girl that my parents like me to pretend to be once a week, and thirdly,” she whips around in her chair to look at Steve, eyes bright with unshared gossip, “you will. not. believe what I overheard today! It is truly, like, so scandalous, Steve, oh, my god!”

Her hands are going crazy with excitement as she speaks, reaching out to slap at the nearest forearm, which just so happens to be Eddie’s. “Watch it, Buckley, Jesus—!”

“—is our Lord and Savior,” Dustin supplies. “Would the two of you like to at least let us leave the church premises before you continue to take the Lord’s name in vain?”

“Aw, Dusty,” Eddie coos as he pulls out of the lot, “you saying you don’t want the big man upstairs to smite our ruin upon the mountainside?”

Another round of synchronized stink faces from the mean girl twins at that, and Dustin snipes “way to butcher the quote, idiot,” but at least someone in this car recognizes his good taste.

Eddie drives them back to Steve’s place as Robin launches into a sordid little tale of Sunday debauchery. Apparently, she excused herself from the sermon when it started getting a little too fire and brimstone for her liking, took to wandering the halls to kill time while she was pretending to be off using the ladies’ room, “and then,” she says in a hushed, slow rasp like she’s telling ghost stories around a campfire, “I heard…”

Steve and Dustin are on the edge of their seats. The leather squeaks as they lean in further.

“…the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking coming from the administrative office!”

“Oh, gross!” Dustin recoils like he’s been burned.

Steve’s brows pinch in offense. “Who fucks in a church?”

“I’d fuck you in a church, baby,” Eddie smirks at him in the rearview, hamming up the cartoonish leer just to piss everyone off. Dustin makes a retching noise and Robin flips him the bird.

Steve’s frown lines deepen. “We’re not fucking in a church,” he says. He looks so serious, all stern and grouchy like Hopper when he’s had to spend too much time around Mike, and Eddie’s having way too much fun riling everyone up so he sticks his bottom lip out and pouts, “Aw, Stevie, come on! Not even a quickie?”

“Gross!!” Dustin shouts again.

“So gross,” Robin concurs.

Eddie just laughs and turns the radio up.

#steddie #steddie drabble #steve harrington #eddie munson #platonic stobin #codependent stobin #they’re married your honor #robin buckley #dustin henderson #henderdads #just some slice of life shenanigans idk it made me laugh

[jadedanddark]

I'm so curious now because I saw you leave a comment that your kid may be a chageling and I can not figure out if it's a joke. if it is I feel very silly. if not it would be really cool if you shared some stories (providing ur comfortable)

Changeling, witch, second sighted, whatever word you want to put on it, Childe is spooky. Some incidents in no particular order:

While a baby, cats would follow us around while we went walking in the stroller. TWICE the cats (different cats) just jumped straight into the stroller and went to sleep.

Childe finds treasure. All the time. We have found multiple gold chains, a diamond ring, a fake diamond ring, drugs, and cash.

This story which they related to me with such confidence and casual vibes that they definitely knew the story very well.

Had someone they referred to as "Ghost Friend" for awhile. I thought it was an imaginary friend but details kept popping up like "we should decorate and get a cake, Tyler said he never had a birthday party." When I asked for more about Tyler, Childe pointed to the apartments across from us and said "he's from there." We had never spoken to anyone from that building.

While on that, Childe once woke up and sat up saying, "Who's that?" While looking out the window. We live on the second floor of our building, there is no access to that window from outside.

Repeated my grandmother's dying words to me, which apparently they had heard in a dream. (To confirm I wasn't just trying to make my memory fit what words, I told to my mom, who got really quiet and alarmed looking).

Kid plays 4D gender chess and I cannot keep up. Not necessarily a fairy thing but might as well be.

I tell stories pretty frequently, and was once requested to hear repeated "the one about the girl in her long white dress who wouldn't leave." The story? Janet and Tam Lin.

So they're you have it. We've long ago just accepted our spooky kid gonna spook, and just take it as it comes. I love Childe so much I could pop, and if the Good Neighbors come asking for their baby back, they're not going to like the answer.

#anon ask #jd speaks #witch baby #changeling

[lonesome-witching]

The Future and the Past

This is an anonymously requested sequel to Engagement Rings. Thank you to the person who asked for this. I'm sorry it took me so long to write. I have been a little overwhelmed lately. But here it is. Nancy telling Karen about her engagement.

You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

Nancy tapped her fingers against the table. She wasn’t sure why she was this nervous. Maybe it was being back here. She hadn’t been in her childhood home for about two years. Avoiding it like the plague.  She tried to pretend that it had nothing to do with the news she was about to share. She was not scared that she would disappoint her mother. 

A cup was placed in front of her and Nancy noticed her mother’s perfect red nail polish. 

“So, darling, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Karen Wheeler said as she sat down with her own mug in hand. 

“I have news.” Nancy tried to notice any wrinkles on her mother’s face, any changes from when Nancy herself was a kid. She couldn’t find any.

“Oh?” Karen raised her eyebrows. 

“I uhm — Robin and I— Robin asked me to marry her.” Nancy’s fingers toyed with the diamond ring, the only connection that she had to her fiancée. 

A silence filled the room. The corners of Karen’s mouth were turning up. Or maybe Nancy was imagining things. 

“They are going to legalize it. In Massachusetts. They’ll legalize it soon and we’ll prepare everything for when they do,” Nancy continued. 

“That is wonderful! Oh, baby, come here.”

It was easy to let herself get pulled into a hug. It was easier to sink into her mother’s arms as if she was still a little kid that needed comforting. Instead, she was an established journalist with her own apartment in a big city that she shared with the love of her life. She was already thinking about telling Robin about this. Robin had always had a connection with Nancy’s mother, and she was well aware of it. They’d probably celebrate that at least one of their parents would be at their wedding. Robin hadn’t told her own parents yet.

“Let me see the ring,” Karen exclaimed the second that they pulled away from each other.

Nancy could feel tears well up in her eyes as she held out her hand.

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Nancy sat down on her childhood bed. It hadn’t changed a bit since she left. Nothing in her old room had changed. The only difference seemed to be that the room was much barer than it used to be, the stuff Nancy had taken with her first to college and then her own place was starkly missing from the picture she had in her mind.

The Tom Cruise poster was still there though. She had never bothered to take it and her mom had apparently not seen the purpose in taking it down. Nancy smiled at the man’s picture. She almost felt like she didn’t belong here anymore.

Her hands reached for the phone on the nightstand, still the same blue one she had as a teenager.

“Wheeler-Buckley residence, how can I help you?” Robin’s voice sounded through the device. Nancy leaned back and closed her eyes, remembering the countless nights she had spent on the phone with Robin. Trying to feel like a teenager again.

“Hi, Rob. How was your day?”

“Nancy? Hi!” Robin still sounded just as excited as all those years ago. “How did the conversation go?”

“It went well. My mom is very excited for us, but she did make me promise that I would not go dress shopping without her.” Nancy twirled the phone cord around her finger. “She said that she wished you had come with me. She wanted to congratulate you. At least, that is what she said. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was going to warn you that spending the rest of your life with me could be a handful.”

Robin laughed brightly. “And don’t I know it. I can’t wait for it though. To get married to you. To spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Me too.” Nancy smiled at the ceiling. Perhaps it was the same lovesick smile she used to wear during these conversations.

Somehow right here, in her old bedroom filled with all the wrong memories, she was able to pick out the right ones. Somehow, she felt everything slot into place. This was the life she had fought for. This was why she survived.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things #my work #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #ficlet

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being upset with my mother for making me change my clothes before my little sister's birthday party?

I (15f) own two tank top dresses that I got from Old Navy. One is like a blue tie-dye watercolor, and the other is a camo one. Now I rarely wear dresses because I like pants and shorts better, but I thought it'd be nice to "dress up" for my little sister's 10th birthday party. So, I decided to wear my camo one because I was told green is "my color" by multiple people, and the blue one reminds me too much of the 4th of July.

(Both of them are decent modest dresses, the length of the skirt goes below my knees, and the straps are at least two fingers wide. So it's nothing inappropriate for kids party or something like that)

So, I throw on the dress and a pair of jean shorts underneath so I can put my phone in my back pocket during the party, and go about my day.

(Now, before the story continues, it is important to note that I usually use my two dresses as nightgowns,

1. Because they're comfy

And 2. Because, again, I don't normally wear dresses during the day, preferring pants/shorts with a shirt instead.)

As the day goes on, my mother keeps saying I need to change out of my pj's and into something different, and I keep trying to tell her that I'm not wearing as a nightgown today but as a dress, but she keeps walking away before I can properly expain. This happens a few times throughout the morning, going into the afternoon. Until I'm helping out in the kitchen to help make food before all of the guests arrive.

And my mother asks "is that what you're wearing?" I answered "yes" and she just kind of looks me up and down and says something along the lines of " mmkay! I guess it just looks weird to me because Im used to you using it as a nightgown." Which I completely understand because I usually do, I just decided not to today.

I think the matter of my dress has been dropped and get back to cooking. While waiting for a pot of water boil, I stand next to a counter in the kitchen listening to my mom and a friend of hers who showed up early talk. But when my mom's friend turns away for second, my mom turns to me and says, "i really think you should go change before the other guests arrive. You look like you're wearing a nightgown" with a slightly disappointed look in her eye (which translates to 'you should be embarrassed of yourself, and I look kind of sloppy' in mom-speak).

And I'm a little taken a back by this and whisper "no it doesn't" feeling a but hurt, because I thought I actually looked kind of nice, and I usually dont thinnk that about myself. Plus, no one else had said anything, so I thought I looked fine to everyone else too, but apparently not?

My mom just kind of says, "mmkay" with the same disappointed look on her face and goes back to cooking. I just kind of stand there for a second, trying to figure out whether I should go change or not. And I being the people pleaser that I am obviously chooses the former, and goes to change asking my grandmother to watch the boiling water while I do so. Then I come back and get back to cooking.

While changing, I kind of teared up a bit and went on a mini rant in my head. My hurt morphing into anger at my mom, and her statement. And I'm not entirely sure why? And now I feel super guilty about being angry at her at all.

But, idk? I'm probably being over dramatic! Honestly, I think I just needed to get this out there since I obviously can't tell anyone. They'll just think it's stupid! (Which it is, lol)

So, AITA for feeling the way I did?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[thedisablednaturalist]

My parents found out about the present I bought myself for my birthday. I worked my max hours to afford it. I had it shipped to my bfs house so they wouldn't see it. Apparently I missed a receipt that was hidden in the box. Idk how they got it anyway cause I put the box out with the trash/recycling. My mom was being so cruel about it and how I keep buying myself "lavish" gifts (most stuff I buy for fun is like $10-$50 max). I always plan my purchases and have never missed a credit card payment. Most of my money goes towards doctors visits, medication, car maintenance and gas, accessibility items/ergonomic stuff, cat food and litter, and hygiene. Recently I stopped most of my subscriptions save for a cheap minecraft server. The bulk of my pay goes into savings which have really grown since I got my raise. I also give my parents $400 in rent each month. I'm trying to save up for a recliner to replace my bed but I don't want to use the money I've already put away.

Like ok, maybe I'm not mr.frugal. maybe i sometimes buy more expensive things because they're more convenient (like already cut vegetables/fruit or preprepared meals) but like my hands fucking hurt and sometimes I don't have the spoons to feed myself. Maybe I fall prey to impulse purchases once in a while. Im learning and I'm trying to learn how to budget bc now I have to also pay for insurance until I can get on medicaid.

My mom acts like I don't care. She sees amazon packages come for me and think theyre all toys or expensive skincare or junk when its actually body wipes for when I cant shower/so i dont come back from the field to the office all stinky. Its a trash can I can keep on my bedshelf so I dont throw trash onto the floor instead. Its knee braces because my knees fucking suck. Once in a while Ill see something on sale that ive been wanting for a while and will grab it. And the most expensive skincare I use is $20 for a jar that lasts me 3 months. I have to keep my skin clear or ill pick and have scabs and blood all over my face again. I spend money on drag because it MAKES me money. Last time I got paid $100 from the venue and $50 in tips. One time I got paid $300 from the venue (i dont remember how much in tips).

Im trying my best. Im working with 3 government agencies rn to get a job and get health coverage. Im working my ass off at my job when i probably shouldnt be working (my mom laughed when I mentioned this). I'm constantly doing things to earn me money or to make life a bit less painful. Even streaming is a desperate attempt to make a career/side gig out of something I enjoy and doesn't make me flare up. I only watch shows when im with my bf or when im doing chores or working. I rarely play video games. When I flare I lay in bed and scroll Tumblr or play a mindless dress up game where I only have to move my thumb. I cry almost everyday. I cry on the way to work. I cry holding my cat in so much pain i cant move.

The only big frivilous purchases I've made is the present and a new graphics card (I haven't replaced my old one in a decade). The present cost $230 and the graphics card cost $800. Both of these I saved for. I might buy a nice skirt once in a while but thats pretty much it. I also spread out big purchases over time when I can.

Am I spoiled? Maybe. Maybe my parents are right and I'm a lazy spoiled kid who just makes excuses. But my pain is real, constant, and severe.

I have friends who's birthday presents consist of trips to fucking italy or the bahamas. Who complain when their parents drag them on yet another international vacation. Some are amazing people who are grateful and work their asses off. And some of them are a bit entitled. My mom said most 26 year olds are living on their own with jobs and I fucking laughed. The only 26 year olds with their own apartments especially in my area either have 5 roommates in a 2 bedroom shithole, got lucky and have a high paying tech job, their parents pulled strings to get them hired, or their parents are paying partly or fully for their apartment.

And when i tried to find an apartment? She discouraged me and told me id never be able to afford one (correct) but now im suddenly able to when it suits her argument? Ive been heavily job hunting for over a year and got ONE interview who ghosted me after two interviews. I make $2k MAX. Rent in my area is $1700-2500 for a freaking studio. The $1700 one doesn't let you see the apartment and gets snapped up immediately. And these are all apartments within a 2 hour radius. All the "affordable housing" is for people 55 and older.

Like I literally have no options. I can't move until I get a job in that area. I can't leave the country cause Im disabled and also thats fucking expensive. My bf makes less than me and even combined we couldn't afford a place.

Literally, I've never been suicidal before. Ive never struggled with that due to my fear of death. But all of this? Ive recently had suicidal thoughts and its fucking scary. Thoughts that killing myself would make it easier for everyone else. That it would be easier to just end it, that life will always be a living hell and i should just give up. And thats fucking scary! I shouldn't have those thoughts! But that's how bad it is.

I try to do what my therapist told me. I try to set boundaries. But setting a boundary means not eating dinner bc I leave when my parents yell at me. I try to think positively and ignore the pain. I probably walk an average of 1-2 miles a day. I try and try and try and it hurts so much. They can't be proud of me? For even big victories? Guilting me about graduation cause I took too long. Keeping a job for more than a year (its not a REAL job cause its hourly and doesnt have benefits).

Like what's the point? I've been fighting and fighting and most of the world wants to see me dead and gone anyway. I'm trying to work in a field that doesn't even consider people like me. If I cant work Ill just bring my boyfriend and my family down. Every step forward I manage to take I get dragged back 10.

Im so tired and ashamed and stressed and my fucking body hurts worse now because of the stress and i just dont want to wake up tomorrow.

#wrenfea.vent

[howlingday]

To quote a great writer "Keep up the good work" amd Happy single awareness day.

I don't have anything I guess something about mercury being single while Emerald makes out without someone like Illa?

Aw, shucks~! Using my own words AND playing on my humor? Happy Valentine's Day/Ash Wednesday/Beloved's Day to you, too! As for your request, I have an idea for what Emerald ship to use.

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"Another year, another empty Beloved's Day, eh, Em?" Mercury said as he stretched on the couch. "But then again, it's not surprising since we're two of the most dangerous criminals to escape from Salem, right? People just can't handle our energy."

"Actually, I have a date." Emerald said, passing by, wearing her 'very nice' dress. The kind that didn't turn heads.

"Oh, yeah? And what company made this one?" Mercury snarked, leaning over the back of the couch.

"None of them. This one is homegrown." Emerald said with a smirk as she put on her make-up in the bathroom mirror.

"Homegro-" Mercury's smirk dropped to a frown. "Oh, you mean that string bean Ozma dragged in."

"He has his own name, you know."

"But not his own brain." She rolled her eyes. "What, did you lose a bet, or something?"

"Actually, I thought I'd humor him since he got the guts to ask me himself."

"If I were you, I'd tell him to hit the bricks and find someone more his speed. Like that annoying red girl."

"And like I keep telling you, Ruby is already dating someone."

"Right, the kid brother of her partner. I'm sure that isn't embarrassing for them."

"It isn't." Emerald came out of the bathroom, stunning with her bright red lips and her golden earrings. The real gold ones. She was going all out on this one, apparently. "You gonna be fine on your own, or should I call you a babysitter?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Mercury turned away, waving his hand. "I'm gonna queue up another episode of Meme Stream. Have fun on in the junior's section."

Emerald was about to ruin her make-up, and her night, when a knock came at the door. She opened it, finding a formally dressed, and nearly petrified Oscar standing there. He held up a bouquet of flowers, plastic ones, and tried to speak.

"H-Happy Belo- Beloved's Day, Emerald." He said, his voice quivering. She couldn't help but giggle. "O-Oh no. Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no." She waved off, taking the flowers. "Thank you." She mimed smelling them, then gave a soft hum. "Are these biodegradables?"

"Uh, well, the shop owner promised they were good all year round." He chuckled back.

"One sec." She turned to inside. "There's some food in the freezer. Just don't put gunpowder in the microwave this time!"

"Yes, Mom!" Mercury shouted back.

"So..." Emerald shut the door behind her, looking to her half-sized date. "Where are we going for our... what was it you said?"

"Only a date if you want it to be?" Oscar answered, giving a sheepish grin.

"Yeah, that." They left, walking side-by-side, unaware that they were being watched by a pair of blue eyes in the window.

"Ah," Mercury turned away, "I give her an hour before she comes back."

#rwby #my answer #my answers #emerald sustrai #mercury black #oscar pine #emerald city #valentine's day #valentines day

[channieandhisgoonsquad]

Ivry and her wild dreams!!

Word Count: 885

Warnings: None

Comment: Y’all. I can’t make this shit up. I mean I can, but you know what I mean. I be having the most fun dreams sometimes! Like the other night when I dreamt about a JJK character 🫣 but this time it was Jinnie!! 😍

I was the daughter of one of Chan's moms friend. And we all got invited to their vacation home to celebrate something. Or just for a party.

The boys were there too.

And Hyunjin was wearing that iconic “boyfriend” airport look with the glasses, black sweater, and longer hair. You know what I’m talking about. Hehehe.

Everyone was talking and having a good time. I was approached by Hyunjin and Felix and we were just chatting. I was awe struck by Hyunjin and his aura though and had to excuse myself because damn I was so attracted to him.

I went outside the front of the house. The house was in the middle of nowhere, so I just wandered out towards this small play area from when their kids were small. There was a tree swing and I just sat on it and tried to calm myself.

I was facing Away so I didn’t notice that Hyunjin had come out to check on me. He started pushing me on the swing after asking if I was okay. We just had fun being dorks and acting like children together. I thanked him for being kind and checking on me and he went in for a hug. I didn’t realize how low cut my dress was in this dream until I caught Hyunjin blushing at the way my big boobs squished between us.

There was something about the guys having small sleeping spaces in the upstairs of the house. I had wandered up there and Hyunjin was going through his bag looking for something. I was embarrassed because I was looking for where I was sleeping and came in on him on accident. (This was apparently like a week getaway thing and some of us were staying the whole time.) But he was kind and helped me find my room.

After that, the next day, the guys invited me to go get food with them. It was a cute local place on a busy street. Unfortunately, I was getting a headache from my allergies since we were eating at a long table outside on a front patio at the restaurant. Hyunjin gave me his hat and told me to rest my eyes on his shoulder while the pain meds kicked in.

Everyone was talking and having fun and I started to doze off. But when Jinnie laughed at something I woke up. And I realized that someone was taking photos of us across the table. Not one of the guys. It was a fan girl. I was pissed.

Jinnie tried to talk nicely to her about privacy, but she took a photo of me then. And I got pissed and grabbed her phone and chucked it into the street and it broke. And then everyone started looking at me like I was the crazy one and I stormed off.

I was just walking down the sidewalk to cool off when I came up to a playground outside a school. The sun was setting and there were no kids around. I didn’t realize that Hyunjin had gotten up to chase after me. I climbed up the jungle gym and then saw him getting up behind me.

I immediately started feeling lighter in his presence. It was cute because I tricked him into thinking I was going to go down a slide, so he went down a different one. I was laughing so hard at him. He was laughing too but he ran back up to catch me. I was laughing so hard at his reaction that I didn’t have time to run.

He made like an animal growl sound and grabbed onto me to pull me into a hug. I put my arms around his waist and apologized for breaking that person's phone. He said he understood why I did it especially considering I'm not used to being in the spotlight.

We swayed for a second with my head on his chest. He hummed softly in the moment something I didn't recognize. And then he called my name, and I looked up, he picked me up, I squealed and wrapped my arms over his shoulders and my legs around him for leverage. And he just started kissing me. Not lightly. Intense. And I kissed him back.

He set me on a railing of the equipment because we were still on the play set. After continuing to make out I pulled away and complained about my butt hurting on the small rail because I am not a skinny lady. We laughed and he helped me down gently. I stood on a step, so I was at perfect height to him. He massaged my soar ass cheeks while we continued to giggle and make out more.

He confessed to me that he wasn’t normally into women but as soon as he and Lixie talked to me he was in awe of how much I wasn’t afraid to be my dorky weird self. And he just said that he was so glad he chased after me because everything, conversations, having fun, and being happy, was easy with me.

The dream ended with us continuing to kiss heavily on this playground as it got darker.

It was such a lovely dream! I want to go back to it!

My Spooky Pookies: @moonlightndaydreams @2chopsticks2eyes @sweetracha @lyramundana @linlinaert @caitlyn98s @noellllslut @diorrxluvskz @stolasisyourparent @queenmea604

#I love Hwang hyunjin #he is so dear to me #stray kids #skz #i love him #loml #hwang hyunjin #hyunjinnie #hyunjin #he’s so cute #just a little fluff #all cute