#block my room off from the rest of my house 🥰🥰🥰

[casuallyawkardd]

Hi dear, how are you?, could you write a imagine where reader offered to be a nanny for mayday and the newest member of the HQ, jess's son, and when Miguel arrives home, he can't take his eyes off reader as she puts the children to bed slept. And I couldn't get out of Miguelito's mind when he wants to put a baby in you, please.

Hello! I am well! Just got some good news in my personal life so even better than usual 🥰 Anywho I think this idea is so cute so let's dive in

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, suggestive themes but mostly PG, not fluent in spanish so plz correct grammar/spelling errors

"What the hell is this?"

Your head whips around to see your husband's figure in the entryway of the apartment. Miguel had just gotten off work, it had been a long day and he was hoping to just spend the rest of his afternoon at home; followed by curling up in bed with his arms wrapped around you. Maybe even do a little more than sleep once the two of you got under the covers.

Instead, he comes home to find you sitting on the floor surrounded by baby blocks and plastic animals. Miguel immediately recognized your little guests. Mayday, who was currently crawling her way over to greet him, and Gerry, Jess's new baby, who you were burping over your shoulder.

You, having ignored Miguel's initial comment, somehow made it to your feet without using your hands, which were occupied with Gerry, taking a few steps in his direction. "Jess and Peter stopped by and said they needed a sitter while they were training," you explain like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Last I checked, they were both married," Miguel's arm scooped up Mayday, who had already crawled halfway up his leg, "Can't MJ or Jess's husband watch them?"

"I don't know, I saw cute babies and said yes," you shrugged simply. The deadpan look Miguel gives you makes you chuckle softly, "C'mon, don't be like that. It's only for a few hours. Besides, it'll give you some practice."

"Practice for what?" You roll your eyes at his stubbornness, planting Gerry on one hip to make room for Mayday on the other, taking both babies to the kitchen for a snack. "....¿Mi amor?"

It took some convincing, but eventually Miguel was aboard the babysitter train. In a way, you felt like it was like you were playing house with him, a few hours of simulated family time. Playing pretend with the little toys Peter had brought with him, bouncing the little ones in your lap and pretending they were flying as you maneuvered them through the air. Something about the domesticity of it was charming to you, watching Miguel trying to fetch Mayday after she had crawled up onto the ceiling. She didn't make it easy for him, but seeing your husband's face shift from annoyed to amused once she fell into his arms warmed your heart.

The four of you were now sitting on the couch. It had gotten late, the two little ones having fallen asleep while watching some random kids movie you had thrown on. You looked between the baby boy in your arms and your husband, who currently had Mayday passed out on his chest.

"This is nice," you say, Miguel glancing at you once you have his attention. It makes you suppress a giggle, knowing he's probably trying to move as little as possible so as not to wake Mayday.

"S'pose it is," he begrudgingly agrees. looking back at the television. "Although, the science in this movie is completely unfounded. I don't think you can bring someone back from the dead with the power of love."

His commentary has you scoffing, "It's about the message, Miguelito, not the science."

"...Well it's a pretty shity message."

"Are you saying you don't think love conquers all?"

"Ye-" the words die on Miguel's tongue when he notices how your eyes narrow and the corners of your mouth turn down, "No? No. I'm not saying that."

Your expression softens, but only slightly, turning your attention to Gerry who's tiny hand is wrapped around your pointer finger. "I love baby hands. They're so chunky and small," you voice your thoughts, absentmindedly pressing down on Gerry's hand with your thumb, "Aww, squishy, little humans."

"Oh, you've got it bad," Miguel chuckles, the sound rumbling in his chest, "Cómo se dice...oh yeah, baby fever." How do you say...

You shoot him a smirk, sitting a little straighter, "Maybe I do, what about it?"

Something in the way he looks at you shifts, the glimmer of admiration turning into something much darker. The kind of look that makes you hot under the collar, "Maybe I'll have to find the cure."

A knock at the door pulls you from the conversation, face red as if you just got caught doing something you weren't supposed to be doing. There's an internal sigh of relief when you see it's only Jess and Peter coming to pick up the kids. In all honesty, you only half pay attention to the small talk that ensues, your answers simple and brief when they ask how the kids were and if they had gotten dinner.

As the door shuts, the three of you exchanging your final farewells, a familiar arm snakes around your waist, pulling you into your husband's firm chest. His lips tickle your ear, making you jump as a chill goes down your spine.

"Let's go to bed, mi amor. I think I know just the thing to make you feel better," he's uncharacteristically playful with his words, adjusting his hold so his hand rests on your stomach. "te verás tan bonita con mi bebé dentro de ti." You'll look so pretty with my baby inside you.

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[yeagerdaydreams]

~ Fluffvember Day 1: Eren Yeager (x reader) ~

A/N: We're gonna kick off the month of fluffvember with a little bit of Eren Yeager. We all get to see that sappy side of him and this month is going to be FULL of that. 🥰

TW: pet names, fluff, self doubt

Word Count: 0.9k

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It's like he could sense it. He might not have been the most in tune with people when it comes to emotions, but when it came to yours it was an entirely different story. He could sense it the second that he walked into the house.

There was something off.

Eren Yeager could feel it in every single inch of his body. Your emotions were his, and his were yours. You were more in sync with each other than you would admit to anyone else.

His feelings were confirmed as he turned the corner and saw how you sat before him on the couch. The blanket that was draped around your entire body, shielding you from the outside world. The comfort movie that played on the television, the same one that you played whenever you were having a rough day that made you feel like everything would be alright. You didn't think he could hear the slight sound of your sighs, but they were just loud enough that he caught them.

Eren's large figure approached the door frame of the living room, knuckles wrapping against it ever so gently as he let all of his features soften for you. This was a side of him that only you were able to see, something he had always hidden from the others.

His voice was soft as he moved closer to you, his wide shoulders blocking the light that came from the ceiling fan as you looked up at him. 

"My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature." He nearly cooed it as he bent down in front of you and placed a hand lovingly on your leg.

And you were never able to stay too upset when he was around. Something about the way he'd do anything to make you smile, even going as far as making himself look like a complete and utter fool if that's what it took.

Your distressed eyes met his hopeful ones and the way they shimmered made yours well up with gratefulness. You had been waiting all day for him to get home, deep down knowing that everything would be okay again once he did.

Before he could say another word to you, you dropped the blanket from your shoulders, letting your body move on its own. Next thing you knew you were in his arms, the jump causing him to stumble a little before catching himself to stay upright.

"Now, now, what's got you all stirred up, darling?" His large hand pressed against the back of your head, pulling you close to his shoulder as he kept his strong arms around your torso.

This was home.

"I just-" You honestly didn't know what had you so upset today, it just wasn't your day in the universe. From the second you had woken up to the second that he had walked through the door it had felt like you just couldn't get out of your own way. "I just want the day to be over with. Nothing I do is enough."

Eren took an arm and freed it, grabbing onto the blanket that you had dropped and picking you up from the couch as he stood. "I think after a long day it's time for you to get some rest, yeah?"

You nodded, you wanted nothing more than to lay in bed, curled up in what was your own personal safe space. His arms.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you down the hallway, the familiar halls of your home passing just barely visible out of the narrow of your eyes. One door, two doors, your bedroom would be the next one. You could finally get some much-needed mental rest. And Eren would be there to help you through it, just like he always was.

He set you down, the silky feel of your sheets making you relax almost as easily as he did. Your eyes stayed closed the entire time, fighting back the need to cry, not because you were still upset, but because with the events of the day, it was something your body needed.

The dip of the mattress told you he was joining you, the wave that it created almost rolling your body directly into his. The light of the tv coming on made your eyes open and the sounds of your comfort movie filled your ears as you looked up at the man that pulled your body into his.

His long, brown hair was now pulled into his signature bun, no longer hanging down as it had been when he had gotten home. The shirt that had clung to his body that was stained from work was off, his warm chest making your eyes close once again.

Eren's deep voice was just barely heard as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep. "Don't worry about a thing, my love. Just let your eyes close. And once you wake up, I promise that everything will be alright." He pushed stray hairs from your face and kissed the side of your head delicately.

"I'm not going anywhere. And I'll love you for the rest of our lives and far beyond. So just let that wild mind rest, and know that I'll always be here to fight whatever demons might rise and try to make you feel like you're not enough." He hummed gently and rubbed his hand up and down on your back. "You're always enough. You're all I've ever needed and wanted."

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[cryptidghostgirl]

Omg <3

Well I’d be obsessed with a fluffy Tyler x reader fic where they both are in jericho’s theater, and they both get the lead roles in a romance play. Through a bunch of rehearsals and stuff they eventually catch feelings 🥰 the play can be whatever you want btw, just preferably a show with a cute romance lol <3

I love this prompt. We're doing and musical of Anastasia.

Once Upon a December (soft!Tyler x Reader)

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x Reader

Warnings: high school au. everybody is in school together. dont worry about it.

Word Count: 1794

Status: Unedited

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Tyler hadn't wanted to audition but, part of the punishment for his acting out meant that he had to start participating in extra curriculars and being an extra in some musical didn't seem so bad. Everything was going to plan, he had auditioned, sang the little song, massively fucked up the dance on purpose, and then, somehow, everything had gone to shit and he had gotten the male lead: Dimitri. Tyler had no idea how it'd happened but now here he was, at the first reading.

The school wasn't a very big one so even if you weren't friends with someone, you still knew who they were. For example, Tyler had never said a word to the girl but when she entered the room and sat in the seat next to him which bore the name tag 'Anastasia' during the first read through of the script, he still knew her name was Y/n L/n.

Tyler had always viewed Y/n as someone a lot more on the reserved side. She was a music kid, always hanging around with the other tortured teenage artists like Xavier Thorpe and Wednesday Addams. However, after only a few rehearsals, Tyler had begun to think that she was perfectly cast.

Anastasia as a character was headstrong, a little snotty, rude at times, and above all a know it all. So was Y/n. She always had to be right, correcting him when he forgot his blocking, whispering notes to him, even going so far as to grab his script right out of his hands and write things in it, muttering about how irritating he was all the while.

Tyler couldn't help but notice that he was the only one she acted this way towards. Sure, he was new to the mostly rotating group of theater kids the school was home to but he couldn't help himself wishing he was welcome to sit with Xavier, Bianca, and Y/n when they were given breaks or that he could even ask Y/n to go over lines with him.

The first time he'd performed his character Dimitri's solo song My Petersburg for the rest of the cast, he could feel her eyes drilling into him. Y/n, the perfectionist, even got yelled at when they were learning their duet In a Crowd of Thousands for not being able to get into character.

"You're supposed to be in love!" the music director had said, frustration evident in his every word, "act like it!"

After their first full run through of the whole show without scripts, the cast had held a party. It had been a Friday so of course there was loud music and too many drinks and even some drugs. Tyler was surprised he'd been invited at all, even more surprised still when Bianca who played the Countess Lily, dragged him off the front porch of whoever's house they were at and forced him to join a circle for truth or dare.

Everyone was drunk, doing stupid things and making too much noise. Ajax who was apparently part of the stage crew, was forced to drink a whole bottle of ketchup. Devina, the Dowager Empress, revealed she had a crush on one of the schools many football players. Xavier had to streak across the backyard. When Tyler got picked, he chose truth and had to admit why he even auditioned in the first place.

Now that it was his turn to ask questions, he turned his hazy gaze directly on Y/n who sat across from him, cheeks flushed and a mostly empty bottle in her hand.

"Y/n." he began, "Truth or dare?"

She turned away from Xavier who she'd been speaking to and looked lazily across at him.

"Truth." she stated after a moment, crossing her arms on the table and leaning forward, "ask me anything Galpin."

"Why do you hate me?" the words had slipped from his mouth before he could stop them.

Y/n looked incredibly taken aback and stayed silent for a moment before hiding her face in her arms.

"it's embarrassing!" she whined and Xavier patted her back as the rest of the cast and crew cheered her on.

"You gotta answer." Bianca laughed, elbowing Y/n who sat back up.

Her cheeks were somehow even redder then they had been before as she made eye contact with Tyler once more.

"I..." she looked away, "The truth is, I didn't audition for Anastasia. I wanted to play Dimitri. I auditioned for him and I didn’t get him but somehow you, who had never been in a single show before and were apparently being forced to be here, you who were trying to sabotage yourself and get ensemble, you Tyler got him. And I got Anastasia. I mean, I’m grateful, I love her character and I grew up watching the movie so it’s definitely cool to get to play her but….”

“why did you want to play Dimitri so badly?” Tyler asked and Y/n looked up at him.

“I answered your truth already Galpin.” she teased, her whole demeanor flipping in a matter of seconds, “my turn now.”

After that night, the pair seemed to have a little more space for one another. There were some kinder words shared and when they had to learn to do their kiss scenes, something the director had saved until the end, they even found a way to laugh about it.

Tyler thought they were just becoming friends at least, until they were all fitted for costumes.

Xavier and he were running lines while Y/n, Bianca, and Devina we’re getting fitted when they heard a shriek.

“do you think everything is okay?” asked Tyler, turning towards the direction the noise had come from.

“It’s just Y/n.” Xavier responded with a chuckle, “She loves getting costumes.”

There was the sound of rushed footsteps and fabric and suddenly, Y/n burst out from backstage. She was wearing a dress of sorts but Tyler couldn’t quite see it due to the way she was holding it up to run.

“guys!!” she squealed before dropping the skirt and spinning, “look what costuming did for me!! it’s an exact replica of her gold dress from the movie!! I don’t know how they swung this but like,, ahhh!! it’s so amazing!!”

It was then that Tyler realized he has never seen Y/n outside of her baggy jeans and tee shirts. He had never been to a show she was in, never seen her in a dress or something tight fitting before, never seen her so happy.

Xavier wolf whistled and Y/n laughed, walking over to them.

“you look great.” Tyler said and he meant it.

He’d never noticed how pretty she was before but here, eyes shining as she fawned over and explained all the detail in her dress, she was gorgeous.

At last it was their opening night. Tyler saw Y/n mouthing the lyrics to My Petersburg from off stage as he sang it. People applauded at the end of every scene. Before he even knew it, they were at their duet.

“I didn’t tell you that.” Tyler said as Dimitri and when Y/n turned to him to say her line:

“You didn’t have to, I remember!”

Tyler saw genuine joy behind her eyes. This was what she loved and having such a passion for something, Tyler realized, was an amazing thing, wasn’t it.

Everyone’s favorite scene and song had been quartet at the ballet.

Tyler had never really thought about the lyrics to that song before but as he sang them that night, something in them resonated with him.

someone holds her safe and warm

someone rescues her from the storm

simple things but ones things clear

it’s fate that brought us here

He and Xavier sang together and Tyler was glad for the stage directions saying he should be looking at Anastasia because he couldn’t take his eyes off Y/n.

They broke off into the four way harmony at the end and he could feel the power radiating off of Y/n as they all came together at the end for the songs final

find a way Anastasia

Tyler couldn’t seem to help it. As the play continued on, he couldn’t help but wish all of it was real. Y/n and he had become friends but that was only friends. Tyler was beginning to realize that maybe he wanted to be more than that.

i didn’t know she matter to me but now i can see she does

conman and princess get their wish and fairytale comes true

He sang, wishing the show to never end because somewhere in his head he knew the truth of it. Tyler knew the way she blushed on stage was just an act, the way she held him, the nervous glances. The kisses even, it was all an act and he knew that.

Three nights later and their final show was almost over. For a high school production of a broadway musical, they had done incredibly.

amazing set, wonderful costuming, stellar performances.

Y/n stood on stage, singing the shows third to final song with a passion Tyler had never heard from her before. It was amazing how much voice she could fit inside her body.

I should be glad I’m where I should be

but nothing is what it was

I didn’t know he mattered to me

but now I can see he does

As she sang, she made eye contact with Tyler from off stage. He thought he was imagining it but, maybe, just maybe, a little part of his brain though, maybe she was feeling the same things he was.

before he knew it Xavier was on stage and Y/n tore her gaze away from Tyler, fear taking over her frame and reminding Tyler once more that it was nothing but a show. He had to admit, she was an incredible actor.

After their final bows and the curtains fall, Tyler was surprised to find Y/n waiting for him backstage.

“hi.” she said nervously.

“hey, you did really well tonight.” Tyler responded.

“I was just wondering…” Y/n seemed so nervous.

Tyler had never seen her nervous before.

“Do you wanna go to the after party. With me I mean?” Tyler asked suddenly and Y/n looked up annoyed.

“Thats what I was gonna ask!” she whined, crossing her arms and looking away.

Tyler smiled.

“why don’t we get changed and head over then.” He said lightly.

“Fine,” Y/n groaned, “just one thing first.”

And she kissed him. It wasn’t for the audience, for rehearsal, for anything except herself and in that moment, Tyler knew: he was in big trouble.

A/N ngl I was really drunk when I wrote this, I am sorry. I will go back in and edit.

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[stephstars08]

Will You Marry Me?

Bengals! Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: None because this story is nothing but fluff!🥰

Description: Joe and his long time girlfriend Y/N have been together for a very long time and have been through so much together. After looking back over their time together Joe is ready to purpose to the love of his life but after a fail attempt he realizes it’s hard to think of a perfect way to purpose. However lucky for Joe he has his best friend and teammate to help him out!

Author’s Note: Almost forgot to post this! Anyways this has been a stressful week for me. For the fall I will be mostly will be posting one shots. This is a short one since this one did give me some writer’s block. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this mini story!

Word Count: 1,799

Joe was sitting in his living room on the couch starring down at a beautiful ring that was in a small ring box that he was holding in his hand. Joe snapped out of his stare when he heard his doorbell ring.

“It’s open!” Joe called out as he closed the box and put it down onto the table in front of him. “Hey Joey B.” He heard a familiar voice call out to him. When he turned his head, he saw his long-time teammate Ja’Marr walk into his house.

“Hey Ja’Marr.” Joe said as Ja’Marr closed the door and walked into the living room. “What’s going on?” Joe asked him in a curious tone. “I came over to see if I could borrow your heating pad.” Ja’Marr told him. “My back has been sore from practice.” He added. “Yeah, it’s upstairs.” Joe said as he stood up. “I’ll be right back.” Joe said and made his way up the staircase.

When Ja’Marr took a seat on the couch he saw the ring box on the table. He knew an engagement ring was resting in the little black felt box. A couple weeks ago Joe told Ja’Marr that he is ready to purpose to his longtime girlfriend Y/N. When Joe told him he couldn’t help but feel so happy for his two best friends. Joe and Y/N have been dating for five years and Joe is ready to ask her if she will be his wife. The couple have known each other ever since their Ohio State days. It actually took Y/N a while to agree to go on a date with Joe because of her trust issues from past relationships but once she got to know Joe more and realize how good of a guy, he is she agreed to go out to dinner with him and after that first date the rest was history.

“Here’s the heating pad.” Joe said walking back into the living room. “Thanks.” Ja’Marr said as he stood up and took the heating pad.

“Is that the ring?” Ja’Marr asked referring to the box on the table. “Yeah, I just got it this morning.” Joe answered as he picked the box up and opened it to show Ja’Marr the stunning engagement ring. “It’s beautiful Joe.” Ja’Marr said amazed by the ring.

“When are you going to pop the question?” Ja’Marr asked in a curious tone. “Tonight.” Joe answered. “I’m going to take her out to a nice restaurant, have a nice dinner, and then when it comes to the time for dessert I’m going to purpose.” Joe told him the plan.

When the boys heard the front door open, they looked over and saw that it was Y/N, so Joe quickly shut the box and put it into his pants pocket.

“Hey boys!” Y/N said with a smile as she took off her purse and hung it up on the hanger. “Hey Y/N, I would love to stay and chat, but I got stuff I need to do.” Ja’Marr said coming up with a lie so the lovely couple can be alone. “Thanks for the heating pad, Joe.” Ja’Marr said as he made his way over to the front door. “No problem, man.” Joe said to him. “I’ll see you guys later.” Ja’Marr said giving Y/N a side hug. “See ya.”

Y/N said returning the hug. Y/N was a bit confused on why Ja’Marr kinda rushed away. He usually stays and chats.

“Is Ja’Marr okay?” Y/N asked her boyfriend once Ja’Marr walked out the door. She had some concern in her tone. “Yeah, his back has been sore, so he wants to go relax.” Joe told her as he walked over to her. “Oh, Okay.” Y/N said with a nod as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She leaned up and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. “I missed you.” Y/N told him as she stared up into his memorizing eyes. “I miss you too.” Joe told her as he had his arms wrapped around her waist. “Would you like to go out to dinner tonight? We haven’t been able to have a nice night out in a while.” Joe said to her. “Sure, I could never turn down a romantic night out with my man.” Y/N told him and gave him another kiss on the lips. “Great!” Joe said with a smile.

“How about you go upstairs and get ready while I call and make the reservation.” Joe told her as he let her go and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” Y/N told him with a wink and then made her way toward the staircase.

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Joe and Y/N were halfway through dinner, and everything was going as planned till they ran into two of their friends who were also out on a date night. There was an empty table next to them, so Y/N told them to take that table which ruined Joe’s plan to pop the question. Yeah, he could’ve still purposed but he really wanted it to be an unforgettable moment just for the two of them.

Joe was driving him and Y/N back to their home. Y/N has noticed Joe has been really quiet. “Are you okay, Joey?” Y/N asked him with worry in her tone and in her eyes. “Yeah, just tired.” Joe answered with a lie as he pulled the car into the driveway.

“Thank you for the amazing night. I really needed a night out with handsome boyfriend.” Y/N told him with a big smile. “You’re welcome princess.” Joe told her returning the smile to her and turned the car off. Y/N gave him a kiss on cheek and got out of the car.

Joe sighed as he got out of the car as well. He made sure she didn’t hear his sigh. Joe walked Y/N into their house. Now Joe is stuck with trying to find a different way to purpose.

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It’s now been almost a week and Joe still hasn’t thought of a new way to purpose to Y/N. He was at Ja’Marr’s house hoping he can help him out. They were sitting in the living room with each other.

“I don’t know why I’m having such a hard time with this.” Joe told Ja’Marr with frustration in his tone. “It’s because you’re over thinking all of this.” Ja’Marr told him. “Huh?” Joe said in a confused tone.

“How about instead of planning a whole dinner you just come right out and purpose.” Ja’Marr suggested. “But where could I do it?” Joe asked him. “Just do it at your house. That way it’ll just be you two and you won’t get interrupted.” Ja’Marr told him. “That’s perfect.” Joe said as a plan came right to him. “I can do it right when she comes home from work so it’s a surprise.” Joe added loving Ja’Marr’s suggestion.

“Can you help me get the house all set up?” Joe asked in a curious tone as he stood up from the couch. “Yeah, sure.” Ja’Marr answered as he got up onto his feet. Joe followed Ja’Marr out of his house and right across the street.

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Y/N was on the road driving home from another long day at work. She couldn’t wait to get home and see Joe’s face since work was a complete nightmare. Y/N pulled her car into the big driveway and parked it right next to Joe’s truck. She turned the car off and grabbed her purse that was sitting in the passenger seat. She got out the car, made sure it was locked, and then made her way up to the front door.

When Y/N walked inside she noticed all the lights were off and there were candles leading towards the living room. When she looked over to the living room, she saw Joe standing in the middle of the room surrounded by rose pedals that were all scattered the living room floor. The furniture was pushed up against the wall.

“Oh my gosh.” Y/N said in awe hanging her purse up on the hook with her keys. “You like it?” Joe asked her. “I love it!” Y/N told him as she walked over to him. “What’s all this for?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone. “Not that I don’t mind I mean this is all so romantic.” She added with a giggle which also made Joe let out a laugh. “I have a very important question to ask you?” Joe told her as he took out a small box from his pocket.

When Joe got down on one knee Y/N’s heart sped up. Joe took one of her hands and gave it a light squeeze. “Y/N, when I first met you, I couldn’t get you out of my head. When you agreed to go out with me that was one of the best days of my life.” Joe told her. Y/N’s eyes started to water as she looked down at him. “You’ve been by my side through all my ups and down’s. You were there for me when I decided to leave Ohio State and transfer to LSU. Even though we were in different states you were still at every single game. When I got drafted you were sitting right next to me on my parent’s couch. When I got injured my rookie year you helped me get back on my feet. I am so thankful that I have you in my life.” Joe told her as his eyes started to tear up as well. “I’m so thankful to have you in my life too.” Y/N told him as a couple tears streamed down her cheeks.

“I love you so much Y/N and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Joe said letting go of her hand so he can open the box. Y/N looked at the beautiful engagement ring in awe. When Joe took her hand back, she looked back at him. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” Joe asked as he stared into her beautiful eyes. “Yes!” Y/N squealed full on excitement as happy tears streamed down her face.

Joe let go of her hand taking out the ring and slipping it onto her ring finger. Right when Joe stood up Y/N wrapped her arms around him and smashed her lips onto his. Joe smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around his fiancé and held her as close as he could. When they released from the kiss, they rested their forehead against one another.

“I love you Joey B.” Y/N told him as she stared into his eyes. “I love you too, Y/N/N.” Joe told her and leaned down and re connected his lips with hers.

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow oneshot #joe burrow imagine #jamarrchase #Bengals #cincinnati bengals #lsu #Lsu Football #LSU tigers #nfl #nfl football #nfl imagine #cincinnati #fanfiction #fanfic #ohio #Ohio State Buckeyes #ohio state #joe brr #joe cool #who dey #will you marry me

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Couldn't decide which one I liked more honestly🥰 this one is based off a nightmare I used to get all the time.

Everything was done by me, the dream obviously haha and the pictures. I hope you enjoy🤗

There was a knock on the door, putting the rest of my clothes in my bag I ran down the stairs and met my friends at the door.

We had been planning this trip for weeks and a cabin get away was exactly what we needed due to stress of finals.

When we got to our destination everyone got out of the car, excited that the ride was finally over. Everybody grabbed their things and continued to go and pick a room.

When I walked into my room I took one look around and gasped, it looked just like my grandma's room. From the bed in the center of the room to the dresser bigger than me standing against the wall in front of it, it even had her alarm clock sitting on the bed side table. I was in my grandma's room.

I turned and walked back out of the room but noticed we were still in the cabin. But of course in dreams you get easily side tracked as then my best friend Jacob came up to me and asked if I needed help unpacking.

Later that night after dinner our friend Thomas mentioned that he had found a game in his room. We were all interested and agreed to play. When he brought it down it was as if I was the only one that noticed it was a ouji board. Curiosity of course got the best of me and I decided to play anyway.

It was eight thirty when we had started and we didn't stop until it was close to one in the morning. We all decided to go to our rooms and get some sleep.

I remember saying goodnight to everyone, I remember turning off the lights, I even remember turning on the radio to help me sleep, but I woke up an hour later drenched in a cold sweat, unable to move. It felt as if someone had chosen to use my chest as a chair.

I finally noticed that all of the lights were on and the radio next to me had been turned off. I looked up, towards the dresser and couldn't see it. It was blocked by a nasty green smoke. I sat up and leaned forward to look closer at the none moving smoke and noticed a figure moving inside of it. I was so scared I couldn't move, I just sat their staring at it until I finally caught up with my breathing and grabbed the blanket and threw it at the thing and ran downstairs.

I almost screamed when I ran into Sarah standing with our other friends in the living room.

"What's going on?" I ask still finding it hard to catch my breath.

"We've all had something pop up in our rooms and we don't know what it is." Sarah continued to explain everything from the green smoke, the figure in it, and the feeling she had when she woke up. Soon after that their was a knock at the door.

"Who would be here at three in the morning?" I asked looking around at everyone seeing who would get the door. Most of them were pale. "I got it, go to the living room guys." I say as I walk past them to the door.

I stare at the door in disbelief as there is no hole to see who could be outside a random cabin this late. I take a few deep breaths and open the door. There is a man standing their with a chest and a very nice dark people and red suit. Most of his hair covers his face tho.

"I heard about your troubles and wanted to help." The strange man says.

"I don't understand, how would you even know?" I asked the man, pretty thrown off by how he decides to start the conversation.

"Because I can sense them," he says to me as he nods his head towards the house. "I can help get rid of them."

I think for a moment but of course in a dream you never think for to long. I move aside to let him in, we go to the living room where I notice him constantly looking at the ouija board while he's getting his things ready.

"You shouldn't be messing with those things. That's probably what brought the demon here." The stranger says while nodding at the board.

Nobody said anything as we just looked at each other. A little while passed and Sara said she was going to bed, everyone else agreed seeing as how someone was taking care of the thing in our house.

I remember saying goodnight to everyone again, I remember turning off the lights as well, and I definitely remember turning on the radio a second time, but when I woke up the radio was playing static, all the lights were turned on and I was having that same feeling again. Although this time when I looked up I noticed the stranger standing at the end of my bed, his hair was slicked back and he was wearing a skull on his face, covering it. He had strings attached to his fingers like puppet strings. There was a full skull on one and the other had a terrifyingly dark, slumped over figure dangaling from it. The slumped over figure started to twitch and sit up, when she was standing again I could breath, move, or even blink.

She came closer to me, every inch closer she got to me felt as if it had been an hour until she was in my face. She opened her mouth and I couldn't hear anything even breathing, it was when she flung herself into me and bit my nose is when I was finally able to scream.

[lilgynt]

i can’t LIVE like this i can’t kill and throw out bugs i CANNOT be living like this will sell my soul for someone to do this for me

#personal #:) #weird house structure where it’s easier for bugs to come in #and THEN #my house is filthy so i #the bugs during summer have a fucking FIELD day #and as much replant i put near my windows and shit and how often i deep clean it’s not like i can just like #block my room off from the rest of my house 🥰🥰🥰 #i’ve killed like three roaches in my. room the past three days and the way i’m always so genuinely scared and start screaming #like i understand bugs are needed for the environment and in theory i like them but in practice i see an ant and i start fucking sobbing

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Hello, I saw your block and it's really amazing and I really love it🥰 So i wanted to see your amazing writning with my request, here: So Malcolm and Reese (you can pick one if you want) and we got in a big fight and he accidentlly pushes us against the wall and we got injured (like really badly) and ye the hospital sirens and that but after some waiting doctor tells him that we didn't survive BUT on that he hears some familiar voice for him to wake up and when he wakes up (yea it was a nightmare) he saw us and he was like 😳 (shock) and when he remembers what happend and that he killed us he start's to break down and we have to comfort him😔 Also make us all cry >:3 I'm evil I know but still-🥲 (Also we was cuddiling up at our house so ye- Why not) Thank you if you will😊❤❤❤❤

Bad Dream (Reese Wilkerson X Reader)

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Summary: Reese has a bad dream and when he wakes up, only one person can make him feel better.

A/N: Once in a blue moon, I answer a request lol

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It wasn’t unknown that Reese Wilkerson was a generally violent person. Most saw him as just a knuckle-headed brute. Someone who thought with his fists instead of his brain, some doubted he even had.

But, as cliche as it was, there was one person who was able to help him keep his cool. Y/n L/n was his girlfriend of two years. It was his longest relationship, which was a surprise to everyone. Who could be willing to spend so much of their time and affection on someone known by their entire town as the biggest bully ever?

Y/n could. And she did.

After a week of convincing that nothing bad would happen, Lois had finally allowed Reese to sleep over at Y/n’s house. This wasn’t the first time he had slept over, sometimes just needing a break from his family and the chaos, but she didn’t need to know that. She also didn’t need to know that Y/n’s parents wouldn’t be home.

It was late in the night when Y/n shot up in bed, a sudden ache on her cheek. A slap had taken her out of her restful state, and she looked around the room to find the culprit. It was dark, but she could make out Reese next to her, tossing and turning.

At first, Y/n just thought her boyfriend was trying to find a more comfortable position. But the dull pain in her cheek was out of mind when she heard a whimper, an uncommon noise to come from Reese.

Clearly in a bad dream, Reese continued to move around on the bed, flailing his arms and legs. Y/n dodged his limbs and grabbed his shoulders, trying to shake him awake.

“Reese, wake up!” She called out over the whimpers and rustling. After a few more attempts, Reese gasped as he woke up from the apparent nightmare. “Reese, are you okay?” Y/n asked gently.

Reese whipped his head to look at her. That’s when she noticed the scared expression on his face, cheeks wet with tears.

“Hun, are you- oof!” He cut her off by tightly winding his arms around her, bringing her close to him. She hugged him back, albeit a bit hesitantly. Yes, Reese was a pretty affectionate person at times. He liked others to know what was his. But this felt different. 

They stayed in that position for a few minutes, Y/n stroking Reese’s back as his cries slowed down.

“Wanna talk about it?” Y/n asked quietly, gently pulling Reese back so she could look at him.

“I hurt you,” Reese muttered weakly as if he had just realized it. Y/n immediately brought a hand to cover her cheek.

“Reese, I’m fine.” The assurance did nothing to ease the boy.

“We were fighting.” It was then that Y/n realized that Reese wasn’t talking about what he accidentally did in his sleep. He was talking about the dream he was having. She kept quiet, encouraging him to continue. “I don’t even remember what it was about. But I got so, so angry. And I lost control. I pushed you and-”

Reese cut himself off with a deep inhale. His gaze stayed down on his hands in his lap.

“Your head hit the wall, and you stopped moving. I wanted to see if you were okay, but I couldn’t. I was stuck. It was like I was forcing myself to watch what I did to you.” He trailed off with a whimper. Y/n brought him back into her embrace.

“It was only a dream, Reese. It wasn’t real.”

“But that doesn’t mean I don’t think about it,” Reese argued. “I’m always scared that I’m gonna hurt you. That what everyone says is true and that I’m gonna mess up and you’re gonna leave.”

“That’s not gonna happen, Reese,” Y/n argued back. “Not in a million years.” She kissed his temple and rubbed his back again.

After a few moments, Reese pulled away from Y/n.

“Do you wanna go back to-”

“Did I do that?” Reese asked, cutting his girlfriend off as he looked at her face. He was done crying, so he could see more clearly. Her cheekbone was red, and the only explanation he could come up with was that he did it.

He was terrified.

“It’s fine, Reese.”

“Did. I. Do. That?”

Y/n sighed, knowing how stubborn the boy was.

“Yes.” She whispered. “But it was an accident. You were asleep.” She quickly added.

“I hurt you, Y/n.” There was nothing but disappointment in his tone.

“You weren’t even conscious, Reese.” Y/n took Reese’s hands which were tightly curled into fists. “It’s absolutely not your fault, hun.”

Reese knew that Y/n was also a stubborn person. So he knew that it’d be better to drop it. But he was still concerned.

“Does it hurt?” He asked, eyes still glued to the mark.

“Not really. Just a bit warm.” Y/n opened Reese’s hands out of the clenched position he had them in to lace his fingers with hers. “But you know what would help?”

“What?” Reese asked immediately. If there were anything to make Y/n feel better, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

“If we went back to bed.” That was definitely something he could do.

The two laid down, getting comfortable while holding each other. Reese was on his back, and Y/n was on her side. Her head was on his chest, and his hand brushed up and down her arm. Y/n was drifting off to sleep when Reese whispered to her.

“You know I’d never hurt you, right? Never intentionally.” Y/n grabbed Reese’s free hand, kissing his knuckles.

“Of course, I know. Never doubted it.”

#reese wilkerson x reader #reese wilkerson #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #agaypanic

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Ok so i dont if you're still requests still

But i was woundering if you could do a damon one where there at a mask ball . And he dances with elenas sister who wasn't supposed to be there but he found out when she took off her mask

Masked Gilbert

Entering the high school I saw everyone dressed up in suits and dresses since Rebekah chose the theme of the dance to be a Masquerade ball. Lifting my red dress up with my freehand I stepped into the gym making sure that Stefan or Damon didn't see me. They told my sister and I to not come tonight but I don't care what they say...we can't hide in their house for the rest of our lives because everyone wants to kill us. Someone clears their throat holding out an open hand for me. "Care to dance?" I place my hand in the strangers letting him guide me to the floor.

Resting my right hand on the guys shoulder his goes on my waist. Our other hands intertwined together before we slowly spun around the room with everyone else dancing. My eyes scan my dance partner wondering who is behind the black mask that matched the raven black locks. My eyes locked onto icy blue ones that I slightly recognize. The man spins me out and I gasped catching a daylight ring on their hand. Damon, it's Damon. He spins me back into his chest smiling at my red mask.

Damon couldn't put his finger on it but he felt like he knew the girl he was dancing in his arms. Like he loved you and wouldn't forgive himself if something ever happened to you. He gently pulled me off the floor into the hallway away from the others removing his mask staring at me. "I know this ends the whole point of the dance but can I see who you really are?" Damon asked me and I sucked in a breath slowly taking it off. His face changed into an angry one blocking me in between the lockers and his body with his arms. "Y/n, what are you - you're not supposed to be here!" I drop the mask tilting my head to the side scoffing. "Damon I need to live my life...I can't be a prisoner in your house anymore."

"I can't protect the woman I love if you keep running off!" He bared his teeth hearing my heartbeat increase rapidly. Staring into his eyes I feel my cheeks turn red at his words. Truth is that I've been crushing on the oldest Salvatore while my sister is dating Stefan. "You love me, Damon?" He bends his head down avoiding my gaze until I tilt his chin back to me whispering with a smile. "I love you too." Hearing those words Damon closed the gap between us placing his lips onto mine. I immediately kissed back getting pressed up against the lockers as we deeply kissed one another until I need air. "We should get out of here." He wrapped my arms and legs around him vamping us to his house with my back hitting his bed, pulling his lips down to mine you can figure out the rest.

Comments really appreciated 🥰

#damon salvatore #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore x gilbert reader #ian somerhalder #masked ball #tvd #tvd imagine #ask box is open for anything #comments really appreciated

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Okay! So the song is “Little Ghost” by Amber Run! The lyrics I have in mind for this little prompt/thing specifically are:

Then my eyes would never fail me; I can pick you out of the crowd; what I’d do to turn full circle; and run from you instead

little ghost, I don’t want you; little ghost, I don’t need you; little ghost, you’re not welcome here anymore

And the reason I’m sending this is because these lyrics / song have so much potential but I don’t even know where to start! Breakup fic? Ageplay fic? Heartbroken Superior Iron Man fic? Historical AU? Post-Canon Endgame angst? All of the above somehow??? I’m putting it in your capable hands Basil 🥰❤️

Grace baby!!!!! So I know you had these lyrics between Peter and Tony, but I couldn't get the idea of it being between the boys and New York out of my head. I like the idea of Tony and Peter not thriving in a city that turned its back on them, and them just leaving.

I left it kind of open ended too, so if you or I wanted to add on to their adventure we could! I just imagine them train hopping and stealing food from gas stations and sleeping together under the stars and falling in love with each other, and their lives 🥺

A little teenage nomadic love story loosely set in the 50s! I hope you like it ☺️

Peter’s never felt more like a ghost than he does when he’s sitting on the sidewalk, cardboard under him and in hand, and an old coffee cup at his feet that he found in the trash can just down the block.

No one looks at him. No one pays him any attention -unless his leg becomes a tripping hazard for someone who’s too busy staring down at their newspapers. Then he gets yelled at, cursed at and run off.

It’s been a long year, but his life has been one bad thing after another his entire life. His parents dying, then his uncle, then his aunt. Peter’s got no one. No place to go. So he sleeps where he can, and he eats what he can find.

Some people give him change -enough for something off the dollar menu at McDonald’s- but never enough to get him out of here. With winter onits way, Peter’s running out of options.

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Tony scowls at the blood on his sleeve, the flecks on his shoes and the laughter coming from the other side of the room. He feels disgusting. The kind of unclean that won't go away with hot water and soap.

No one seems to notice Tony slipping out of the room that smells like death. He scrubs his skin raw, mental images of that poor man’s blood seeping into his pores and labeling him as a killer for the rest of his life.

He cries in the shower long after the water’s gone cold. He can’t take it anymore. He can’t live like this and stay himself. The thought of turning into someone else- the thought of becoming his father- is a nightmare Tony can’t run from. Not if he stays here.

It’s late at night when Tony packs a backpack. He has relatives in Michigan he can go to. They’re estranged, but Tony knows they’d give him a place to stay.

He’s got some money saved. It's enough to keep him fed for the trip, and he can give the rest to his relatives -he thinks they’re cousins or his dad’s brothers. He only packs two changes of clothes, his journal and a couple books he couldn’t part with. The earliest train doesn't leave until six in the morning. The gang wont wake up for another four hours, and by then he’ll hopefully be close to Pittsburgh.

Tony doesn’t leave a note when he slips out of the house before the sun’s had a chance to rise. He says goodbye to Duke -the doberman his dad keeps around the property- and doesn't look back.

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Peter doesn’t have enough money to get on the train. He stands on the platform, watching with his heart in his throat as people board, filling up the cars. He’s running out of time, but he knows the instant the ticket man comes around and finds out Peter doesn’t have one, he’ll be kicked off at the next stop.

He might even be thrown off while the train’s still moving.

But he can’t stay here. Can’t stand feeling like a ghost in the city he grew up in. Hates the feeling of the city turning its back on him.

“You gonna get on?”

Peter jumps nearly out of his skin, head whipping to the side so fast he thinks he might’ve popped something. Beside him is a guy around his age, dressed in a jean jacket, a backpack slung over one shoulder and scuffed white converse on his feet. He looks like he might be going to high school, but it’s too early for him to take the train, and the closest high school is only a few blocks away.

“Uh,” Peter says articulately. The boy beside him gives a smile. “I don’t have a ticket.”

The boy’s smile widens, and he quickly takes Peter by the cuff of his ratty flannel. “Neither do I,” he says before yanking Peter towards the train car. Peter’s eyes widen as they jump on, seconds before the doors close. 

Peter stumbles over his feet as the stranger tugs him through the car to the back, flopping down on the empty bench. Peter has no choice but to tumble into the seat beside him, panting a little as the other boy chuckles.

“Sorry,” he says after a moment. “You probably think I’m so weird.”

Peter blinks at the boy, tucking his hands between his thighs and shying away from him. He knows he smells. Knows because he’s been told multiple times. There’s only so much hand soap and a public bathroom sink can do.

“I don’t,” Peter said a little hesitantly. Honestly, Peter probably wouldn’t have gotten the courage to get on the train if it wasn't for the boy.

“I don’t think I would’ve had the guts to leave,” the boy said on a breath, glancing over at Peter. “I think if you weren’t there I probably would’ve chickened out and just gone home.”

“Are you running away?” Peter asked softly as the train started moving forward. Peter’s heart rate spiked with the metal squealing of the train breaks.

“I guess,” the boy shrugged. “Are you?”

Peter doesn’t really know. He shrugs as well, leaning back against the seat, leg bouncing. “I don’t think I have anything to run away from,” he confesses. “Except for maybe the city.”

The boy doesn’t say anything to that, looking deep in thought. Peter can’t help but continue. It's the first person in who knows how long that’s actually had a conversation with him, and Peter forgot how much he craved it.

“New York is so big,” he says. “It’s so busy and full. No one notices anyone else. I feel like a ghost sometimes.”

Peter looks down at his hands, picking at his fingernails. “I don’t think I could survive another day there.”

The boy beside him sighs. “I know exactly what you mean,” he says, glancing over at Peter with a look Peter hasn’t seen directed at him in years; understanding. “It almost feels like the city’s turned its back on us, you know? I remember when I was younger -back when my mom was still alive- New York was wonderful. Everyone smiled at you, the birds were always singing. I don’t see any of that now.”

The boy throws a small smile to Peter, and Peter quirks one of his own. Neither one is happy.

“Now there’s angry yelling and gunfire, and the streets smell like sewer water,” the boy hums. “I don’t remember what birds sound like. Even in my own home, I feel like a ghost.”

Peter can’t help the small huff of humorless laughter from escaping his chest. “We’re both ghosts then,” he decides. The boy glances over at him, and this smile isn’t as sad as the first.

“What’s your name, little ghost?”

Peter smiles at the name. It fits. 

“Peter,” he says. “What’s yours?”

“Tony,” the boy grins widely, holding out a hand. Peter stares at it for a second, but quickly grabs it, shaking Tony’s hand. “Where are you going?”

Peter shrugs. “I haven’t decided,” he confesses, glancing out the window. The buildings and skyscrapers standing out tall against the thickening trees as they leave the city. He turns back to Tony. “You?”

“I have family near Detroit,” he says. “I’m banking on them taking me in for a while. At least until I can get on my feet.”

Peter hummed. He doesn’t know if he has family anywhere. He just knows he doesn't want to die in New York. Die a ghost in a city that pretends he isn’t in the crowd of strangers.

“You could come with me,” Tony suggested. Peter glanced at him with a furrowed brow. Tony smiles a little. “Us ghosts gotta stick together, right?”

Peter doesn’t know what to say. Why would this stranger want Peter to tag along?

“Plus, I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about you if I left you on the train,” he said with a shrug. “I’d be constantly worried about where you were.”

“You would?” Peter asked, surprised.

Tony nods. He doesn’t say anything else. Peter doesn’t know what to say. So they sit in silence, the train speeding down the tracks, taking them further and further from the city they were no longer welcome.

“Oh, shit,” Tony says under his breath. Peter looks over at him, then up towards the front of the car, where the ticket man is punching everyone’s papers. Peter’s heartbeat jumps. “C’mon.”

Tony grabs Peter’s hand again and yanks them out of their seats. Peter glances behind him as Tony opens the door and steps out onto the small ledge between cars. It’s loud out here, but Peter follows as Tony jumps to the other ledge.

They run down the aisle of the next car, and Tony looks back at Peter, a brightness in his dark eyes and a shit eating grin on his face. Peter can’t help but laugh as they run towards the train cars holding cargo. Tony doesn’t let go of Peter’s hand as they jump onto the last ledge, their breathing hard and drowned out by the train.

Tony pushes Peter up the ladder, and when they’re both on the top of the train car, he grabs Peter’s hand again as they make their way to the end. The wind whips at their hair and their clothes. Peter grins over at Tony, their legs hanging over the edge as the trees pass in a blur. 

#marvel #peter parker #tony stark #starker #my writing #my moodboards #ao3 #grace 😗 #young tony stark