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igotanidea · 10 months

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Father's day present : dad!Jason Todd x mum!reader

I'm so in love with this graphic UwU.

Requested by @parkjammys: sweet Jason fluff of him and his girls celebrating his first Father's Day, and although his baby girl is only a like year old she just knows her mum is giving dad kisses and copies her. (hope this will lift your spirits a bit, candice :) )

This is just purest form of fluff. Get your tissues ready.

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„Who’s my little sunshine?” Y/N cooed standing above the cradle watching her 1 year old daughter with a bright smile and yet, slightly wet eyes.

God!

If a year ago someone told her, that despite all the vigilantism she will have a kid with Jason, she would simply laugh at that person face.

But now? Now, she was the happiest woman on earth. She had an amazing partner and a child, both of whom she loved with all her heart. And it was even better since it was fully reciprocated.

“Gagagaga” d/n babbled, putting her little fingers in her mouth, laughing at her mother’s funny face, looking just so adorable.

“Oh, my little one” Y/N reached inside and her daughter immediately extended her tiny arms, ready to be lifted and hugged. “Who’s mummy’s daughter?” Y/N rubbed d/n nose, getting another giggle “You are. Yes, you are. Oh, I love you so much, peanut” the girl kissed the top of her daughter head, rubbing her back and holding her tightly to her chest. “And your daddy loves you too. And why we speak of your dad, we have a very special day today, you know….”

“Dada, dada, dada…..”

“Yes, honey. Dada. That’s right.” Y/N sighed “It’s Jay’s first father’s day and we are both going to make sure it’s special for him. God knows, how much he had to go through to get just a bit of happiness with us.”

“Dada!” d/n crowed again, squirming in her mother’s arm as apparently she saw something behind. At first, Y/N got scared that some assassin broke into the house and were to attack, hurt or kidnap them both, giving Jace another trauma instead of a happy father’s day (can you blame her considering the past experience?), but it was just the talk of the devil.

“Well, hello to you two my lovely daughter and her equally lovely mother.” Jason smiled brightly, closing the door behind him.

“Hi, honey.” Y/N whispered taking a moment to appreciate him being safe and healthy, not bruised, bloodied, scared or bleeding. Despite the fact that he didn’t fully give up on his vigilantism, he was far more careful during patrols. He knew what he had to loose. And that little moments, where they could just be a normal family, laughing and spending time together were everything for Y/N.

“How was my troublemaker today?” Jason took a step forward, leaning over and pecking Y/N’s forehead “did you get some time for yourself?”

“Just a bit. But you know, d/n is definitely father’s daughter” Y/N let out a chuckle “quicksilver. Gotta keep an eye on her cause otherwise….”

“Oh, I know what can happen. Do you need rest, love?”

“No, not really” the girl shook her head “I rest best knowing I have you two with me. But. Since it’s your celebration, we got a little gift for you. Can you take her so I can bring it?” Y/N handed the daughter to Jace who grabbed her tightly and did a little helicopter in the air, making funny sounds and entertaining his little girl. And to think that he was the one worried he would be a bad father.

He was the best.

“Wait, you said my celebration?” he frowned a bit, confused “it’s not my birthday or anything like that so what….?

“Oh, please, don’t tell me you forgot” Y/N yelled from the other room and soon came back holding a small paper bag “It’s father’s day, obviously.”

“Oh.” Jason’s eyes grew wide. His very first father’s day. The second that thought hit him, his eyes watered a bit. There was still this little, vicious voice inside, that sometimes told him that he did not deserve any of this. That after everything he did, he should not ever interfere with anyone’s life. That no matter how hard he would try, one or both of his girl will end up getting hurt because of him.

“Jace….” Y/N quickly approached him, cupping his cheek, recognizing all the signs of his doubts and memories and impending mental breakdown “Jason, baby, look at me.” He listened, his eyes focusing on her pretty face “I love you.” she simply said “your daughter loves you. We need you, baby. The past is in the past, what you did or who you were does not define you, you hear me? That was not you.”

“thank you….” he whispered “it’s just…. a lot.”

“I know, love, but you are not alone. Hell, you should know by now you will never be. You got us. You got family, Jason.”

“I love you both.”

“We know.” Y/n smiled and stood on her tiptoes, capturing Jason’s lips in hers quickly, pulling away way too soon for his liking. So taking the initiative, adjusting his grip on his daughter, he wrapped his other hand around the mother, pulling her back.

“I’m not done with you.” he mumbled, leaning forehead on hers.

“Really?” Y/N smiled, pecking his right cheek and then left and then his nose, giggling.

“Still not enough.” he connected their mouths again, kissing her with all the love and passion he felt. Jason was not good with words, especially with the big ones, but his actions and his gestures were the best expression of them and Y/N learned that through the years they were together.

“Jason!” the girl squealed and pulled away the second she felt his hand sneak under her T-shirt “Not in front of our daughter! And not now!”

“Later than?” his eyes became a bit darker as he watched the blush creeping on Y/N’s cheek. At this point answer wasn’t even necessary. “Besides.” He continued as d/n started wriggling a bit “I don’t think our grig mind us being all touchy-feely towards each other.”

“What do you…?” Y/N started, but as her gaze landed on her daughter she couldn’t hold back a laugh. D/N put her little arms on Jason’s shoulder for some balance as she leaned forward pressing her little, soft lips against his cheek leaving a wet mark. And then she giggled and repeated the action two more times.

“mamamamama”

“Oh yes, that’s right. That’s what mummy does to make daddy feel better” Jason whispered, heart clenched with all the feelings “guess she got her observational skills and intelligence from you, Y/N. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making this the best father’s day I could ever imagine.”

“You didn’t even open your present yet…..” Y/N pointed out.

“You both are my presents. I just want to be with you and hold you. Is that ok?” he whispered.

“Sure, Jason. As long as you want.”

“Perfect.” He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, minds wandering in some places only he knew. “But I still get to open that bag, right?” it only took him a minute to get back to his smug attitude he didn’t lose during the years.

“Sure, babe. We definitely have a no return policy when it comes to any present.”

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junkissed · 1 year

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packages, boxes and bags

day eight of junkissed's svt season's greetings event

member — boyfriend!seokmin x reader genre — the sweetest and purest fluff word count — 3.1k synopsis — you’re having trouble finding the perfect gift for your boyfriend on your first christmas together. maybe his friends can help. warnings — a little cursing, reader is called seokmin's girlfriend, pet names (baby, honey), they are so damn cute it hurts, when can i have my own seokmin god please i'm begging notes — lowercase intended. i apologize this is late but i was busy the past couple days and i also didn't have much inspo for this. so imagine my surprise when today i sit down at my laptop and boom three thousand words just. appear. but i am so happy with how this turned out and i hope you will be too. i must warn you all this is disgustingly sweet and precious and i definitely screamed into my pillow more than once while writing this. i hope you enjoy :) p.s. i promise this isn't an ad for kay jewelers— blame @duhnova for that

one reblog = one (almost) engagement ring

you shut your laptop closed and groan, putting your head in your hands. this was never going to work.

you’ve spent the better part of your day off on websites like amazon, macy’s, even walmart, trying to find the perfect gift for seokmin.

despite being together almost seven months now, it’s the first time you’ll be spending christmas together. and… you have absolutely no idea what to get him.

first you thought about getting him some little gadget for his computer at work, maybe a new keyboard or a cute new mouse pad. but then you remembered how he told you in passing the other day how he couldn’t stand how his job had him hunched over his computer all day, and he was thinking about looking for a new one where he wouldn’t have to be on it so much.

then you thought you might get him a nice framed picture of the two of you, something small to keep in his apartment for when you’re not there. but when you came over last weekend, the first thing he did was show you the digital photo frame he found in his closet that his mom got him for his birthday that he’d forgotten about. he was stoked to “finally be able to put it to good use” and had programmed it with dozens of pictures of the two of you.

you’d tried google. you’d looked at every gift-giving website under the sun. you’d even asked your best friend what she was getting for her boyfriend for christmas to see if it might spark an idea.

but everything you come across is either something he already has, something he doesn’t need, or something he could easily get on his own.

so… you were stuck. thoroughly and completely stuck.

meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, seokmin is currently on the other side of town, running through the mall in a panic, trying to figure out what to get you.

he knows he shouldn’t have waited until three days before christmas to get his holiday shopping done, but he’s been busy– there’s a huge promotion up at his job, and he’s doing everything he can to get it. not only would it mean less sitting at his desk all day and more moving around, it would also mean a big raise, so you can finally move in together like you both have been wanting to. now that would be a perfect christmas present if he gets the position, but he won’t find out if he has or not until the new year, so that rules that out.

it’s your first christmas together, so he really wants to go all out. winter is his favorite season, and now he gets to spend it with his favorite person, so why wouldn’t he make it something extravagant? except… he can’t find anything to get you.

so here he is at the mall downtown, ducking into every store and searching for something, anything that might give him an idea of a gift you might like.

he doesn’t wanna buy you clothes, because that’s lame, and also because he doesn’t wanna get something that’s not guaranteed you’ll like. what if you think the fabric is too itchy, or you don’t like the pattern? returning or even exchanging his gift would mean a big failure.

he doesn’t wanna buy you the trinkets he found at that one gift shop, because even though they are cute, they’re not special enough to get for you. these are the type of things he’d pick up for you on his way home from work as an everyday treat, or at the very most, a stocking stuffer; you deserve more than some cheap little thing he found on a whim.

he thought about getting you a new purse, because you said you’ve been needing one since the strap on your current one broke, but he’s pretty sure you already bought yourself one when your boss gave you an amazon gift card as a thank-you for all the overtime you’ve been doing lately.

it seems like everything he thinks of to get you is a dumb idea. so now he’s stuck. thoroughly and completely stuck.

you sigh, pulling out your phone and scrolling through your gallery, praying that one of the photos is hiding some kind of sign that’ll tell you exactly what to buy him. but as expected, there’s no magic word or wish list or qr code that leads to the perfect gift.

you’re just about to give up and call him and just ask him what he wants, when an idea hits you. calling him would be admitting to him you can’t think of something special to give him, but calling his friends… now that, that might get you somewhere. they’ve known him for way longer than you have, they must have some idea of things he likes or might want.

you quickly dial the number of his friend minghao. you’ve only met him a few times at some get-togethers, but he seems like the most responsible out of his group, and the most likely to give you a helpful answer.

he picks up on the first ring, but the voice that answers… isn’t minghao?

“hello seokmin’s girlfriend! this is minghao’s phone, how can i help you!”

“junhui, i told you to stop touching my phone!” you hear a voice in the background that you guess is minghao.

“fi-ine,” the first voice—junhui?—grumbles, and you hear a shuffling noise as you assume the phone is being passed back to its owner.

minghao sighs. “hi. sorry about him. what’s up?”

you try not to laugh at the phone mix-up. “just, uh, have a question for you.”

“mhm?” he prods.

“has… seok mentioned anything he wants for christmas? or, like, is there anything you know he needs?” you ask, hoping it sounds nonchalant.

he hums. “mm, not really. are you trying to come up with a christmas gift for him?”

you whine. “yeah. but i’ve tried everything, i can’t think of a single good thing to give him.”

minghao pauses. “he’s really sentimental, but you probably already figured that out by now. the best i can suggest is something homemade, or something related to some kind of memory you have together. he’d like that.”

you freeze. “i… i think i’ve got an idea,” you say jumping up from your chair. “you’re the best, minghao, i owe you big time for this.”

“don’t worry about it. merry christmas.”

you hang up the phone and open your laptop again. this just might work.

you hadn’t planned on spending this much on seokmin’s present, but why not go all out? sure, you’ll have to cut back on your morning coffee for a couple weeks, but it’ll be worth it to see the look on his face on christmas morning.

at the same time, across town seokmin’s just walking out of the jewelry store, a shiny velvet box tucked into his jacket pocket. it’s a lot more than he wanted to pay for it, but it’s better than showing up empty-handed. besides, if that promotion comes through like he hopes, he’ll pay it off in no time. it might have cost a small fortune, but he just knows it’ll look so pretty on you. he can’t wait to see you wear it.

christmas eve finally rolls around and you’re standing outside the door to seokmin’s apartment, your arms full of bags for the weekend you’re spending with him.

his entire face lights up the second he opens the door, and he squeezes you in a tight hug before giving you a soft kiss. “hi baby,” he says, almost shyly. “merry christmas.”

he grabs the bags from you to carry them inside, and you give him another kiss. “merry christmas.”

he takes your things back to his room to set them down, then comes back out into the living room, wrapping his arms around you again. “i’m so glad you get to be here,” he says quietly.

“mm. me too.”

the room is quiet, besides the faint honking of cars outside. you snuggle up on the couch together, picking out a movie to watch, the dim lights casting a soft glow around the apartment.

“do you wanna open your present now?” he asks when the screen turns black and the credits slowly roll past.

“seok, you have to wait until christmas! we can’t open all our presents tonight!” you giggle, and he pouts.

“please?” he says, looking up at you with those big, pleading eyes you adore so much.

“fine,” you concede. “but only one! or else we won’t have anything to open in the morning.”

he grins and gets down on the floor beside the couch, crawling over to the tree to grab a small wrapped box nestled into the bottom branches. he comes back over and sits at the base of the couch, putting one knee up as he hands you the box.

he grins up at you as you tear open the wrapping paper, revealing the soft velvet jewelry box.

you look down at him, and he nods eagerly, motioning for you to open it. you hesitate. it definitely looks expensive, way more than you would’ve wanted him to spend on you. but you did pay almost $300 renting the place for his gift, so you write it off as being even.

you delicately pry the box open with your fingernail, revealing a breathtaking ring absolutely covered in diamonds and intricate silver gilding. it gleams even in the low light, sitting in its little velvet box, staring up at you.

you gasp, throwing your hand over your mouth. “seokmin, what the fuck is this!?”

his smile instantly drops, the color draining from his cheeks. “do you not like it? i can probably still return it, i have the receipt–”

“no!” you shout, and he jumps, eyes wide. “no,” you repeat, calmer this time. “no, i love it. it’s gorgeous. i just– i thought we were doing… small presents first?” you stutter, still in shock at the beautiful piece of jewelry in your shaking hands.

he blushes. “i… wanted you to wear it now,” he murmurs.

you study him, and suddenly you realize he’s still down on the carpet on one knee. and everything finally clicks.

you scream as you jump up from the couch. “seokmin, you’re not proposing, are you?” you gasp.

“no?” he stammers, confused why you’d think he is, before realizing himself that he looks… well, he definitely looks like he’s proposing.

he hurriedly puts his knee down, sitting flat on the carpet. “i’m not! i’m not. this is just a really nice ring, i swear,” he rushes to explain. “at least, not yet,” he mumbles under his breath, but you don’t hear him. you’re still focused on the fact that there’s more diamonds in this ring than you can count on one hand.

you’re still standing in front of him, mouth hanging open, and he’s starting to get worried because you haven’t said a word in a few minutes. “do you want me to propose?” he asks hesitantly. because, screw it, he’s already got the nice ring; if you’re ready, then he’s ready, might as well—

“no! i mean, yes, i do, i really do, but not right now, i…” you trail off, not sure how to continue.

the room is silent, both of you staring at each other. after a minute he stands up, taking his seat back on the couch. “oh no,” he says, finally breaking the silence with a groan. “i ruined this, didn’t i?”

“no,” you sigh, having recovered enough from the shock to sit next to him again. “no, of course not. i’m just… surprised. i wasn’t expecting this. it must’ve cost a fortune.”

“it’s rude to ask someone the price of a gift, you know,” he says, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“trust me, i’m not asking,” you laugh. “i don’t even wanna know.”

“can… can i put it on you?” he asks, his voice getting soft again.

you look at him, and then at the glittering diamond ring in his hand, and you can’t not accept it. you nod, letting out a quiet “mhm” in agreement.

your eyes start to water as he slides it onto your finger, and he looks up worriedly when you sniffle. “it’s so pretty, oh my god,” you whisper, more to yourself than to him.

“please don’t cry,” he says softly, and he looks so upset that you have to reassure him you’re not mad and you just really, really like your gift.

you admire how it looks on your finger for a second before you scoot closer to him and wrap your arms around him.

“i love it, baby,” you murmur. “you really didn’t have to do this.”

he hums. “but i wanted to. i wanted to show you how much i love you.”

tears well up in your eyes again, and you bury your face in his neck to hide them. “you already show me. every single day.”

he sighs, a happy sigh, relaxing into your arms. “i’m glad you like it.”

you stay like that for a while, gently rocking back and forth on the couch, peacefully enjoying everything. the scent of his cologne wafts around you, a comforting, familiar smell, and the colorful lights of the christmas tree shine softly in the background. you wouldn’t want to spend christmas anywhere else.

you pull away a little, breaking the silence with a short laugh. “mine’s gonna look so stupid compared to yours,” you pout as you snuggle into his side, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“are you gonna make me wait until tomorrow to open it?” he asks, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

“no,” you sigh. “it’s probably after midnight by now, anyway.” you lift yourself out of his arms, going back into his room to get his present from one of your bags.

it’s a lightweight little box, and you hand it down to him. the gift itself isn’t big in size, but you know he likes taking the wrapping off, so you put it in a box and wrapped it for him.

he waits for you to come sit beside him again, and he opens it, carefully tearing the red and green paper with a grin on his face.

he opens the box, revealing a small piece of paper. he looks back at you. “baby? what’s this?”

your cheeks heat up as you begin to explain, suddenly feeling shy about your gift. “well, i… i rented out the movie theater we went to on our first date, and i thought it would be fun to, just… spend the day there, i don’t know.” you trail off, looking down at your hands, until seokmin takes them in his own.

when you look back up at him, his smile is so wide, it almost looks like it hurts. “i love it,” he beams, his voice breaking a little. “that’s so thoughtful, honey. i really love it.”

he leans forward to squeeze you in a hug, and you can’t help but smile, too.

“this is the best christmas ever,” he sighs into your neck, holding you tightly against him. “love you so much.”

he sits back, pulling you onto his lap facing him. “do you know where i got the ring from?” he asks suddenly, locking his hands behind your lower back.

you look at him. “um, kay? it says it on the box.”

he grins. “and?”

you frown in confusion. “and… what?”

the tips of his ears turn pink. “y’know, their slogan? ‘every kiss begins with kay’? from the commercials?”

you blink at him.

he groans, rolling his head back. “can i just kiss you now, please?”

you giggle, throwing your arms around his neck and rubbing your nose against his. “fine.”

and just as he’s about to, his pocket vibrates, and he pulls out his phone.

“my… boss?” he says, confused, showing you the screen.

you whine, resting your chin on his shoulder. “what does he want that can’t wait? it’s one in the morning on christmas eve– well, technically christmas morning, now.”

he looks at you with pleading eyes, and you sigh. “you can answer it. quickly, though, please?”

he presses a kiss to your cheek in thanks before sliding the button to accept the call, holding the phone up to his other ear. “hello?”

you can’t hear what’s being said on the other line, so you close your eyes, worn out from the night’s big surprises. you have a lot to do tomorrow—today—and you’ll need sleep if you want to spend the whole day with him like you want to.

seokmin sits up suddenly, startling you. you lean back, looking at him, wordlessly asking if something’s wrong. but he’s beaming, his smile so bright you’d think he’d just been told he won the lottery, and you crease your eyebrows in confusion.

he stays on the phone for another minute, listening intently. “thank you so much. merry christmas,” he says finally, then hangs up, tossing his phone to the other end of the couch.

“what? what is it?” you ask, still concerned despite his giddy expression.

he settles back, his hands sliding to your waist and holding you up on his lap. “i just got some news,” he says, and you know he’s being vague on purpose to draw out the suspense.

you pout. “well, are you gonna tell me, or not!”

he giggles, unable to hold it back any longer. “i got the promotion!” he yells.

your mouth falls open. “what promotion?” you ask, tentative.

“i didn’t wanna say anything unless i was sure, but there’s been a position available at the company, and they wanted to hire someone from within,” he says excitedly. “it wasn’t guaranteed that i’d get it, but i did! i got the promotion!”

“aw, seok! i’m so proud of you, baby,” you smile, leaning down to kiss him.

he pulls away after a second, and you look at him expectantly. “i have more news,” he says with a grin.

“and?”

“and… it comes with a big raise, so we’ll finally be able to afford a place together,” he beams, rubbing his hands up and down your back.

you bite your bottom lip to stop it from trembling, and feel your eyes well up with tears, spilling down your cheeks.

he calls your name softly, and you look up at him. “are you… what do you think?” he asks, his big eyes searching your watery ones.

“i– i’m just so happy,” you stammer, leaning down to hug him again. “i love you so much. this is more than i could’ve ever asked for.” you bury your face in his neck, letting your tears of joy fall onto his sweater.

“merry christmas, honey.”

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non-stop-imagines · 3 months

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MEE RELEASE THE ARCHIVES BABE

Thank you for this. It kick started my creativity. I have soooo many WIPs that I'm excited to show you guys and my ideas need somewhere to land, so why not here.

I'm also gonna link this to my Masterlist so I can link the finished products to both and people are able to choose how they decide which fic to read.

(A bunch of barely coherent brainstorming under the cut 😚 And this apparently will be changing and updated whenever I think of it so keep checking back 💖)

Works in progress/ideas by driver:

Lewis Hamilton

- Something with the vibe of Angel of Mine by Monica because that song reminds me of him every time it comes on and I desperately want to try writing for Lewis again

Another song one. Ours by Taylor Swift. You both are very busy but very in love and will always make time for each other. No matter what.

Max Verstappen

Raincheck sneak peek here (Intense hatred between Max and the reader can only last so long.)

Big brother Max trying to help his sister out but is block by his father at EVERY TURN. (Tyla faceclaim and the request alone has me obsessed with her now. I absolutely love her.

Different things to add to Repeat That Au; Big sister, best friend and a lot of pregnancy talk (including something that links in the On Display Au courtesy of my ♥️ anon)

Lando Norris

Lando flirting with his PR manager who is a few years older.

Two words: Uncle. Lando.

Something to the song Making Whoopee by Frank Sinatra bc Lando seems like the type of guy to do anything for the girl he wants to fu k really badly. Wedding. Home. Baby. Whole nine yards. Big simp energy. The best type of energy

More from the Valentine Au because it's cute and I love it

Lance Stroll

Fake dating. We love when besties fake date and fall in love 😙

Oscar Piastri

Oscar loves his wife. Talks about her all the time. But no one knows they're married??? A little sneaky peek (that is barely put together):

"Your girlfriend is into astrology. I made the mistake of telling her my birthday." Lando spoke, twirling his flags, not seeing the extremely confused look Oscar was giving him.

"Girlfriend?" Lando looked up at his teammate and given him an equally confused face, believing his comment was quite clear.

"Uh, yeah? Yn?" Lando was so matter of fact, and yet had no idea how wrong he was.

"Yn's my wife. We're married."

"BUT YOU'RE BABIES!?"

"YOU'RE TWO YEARS OLDER THAN US!

More for Girl Almighty bc we have to see how the reader and Oscar do driving against each other

Charles Leclerc

Cocoa Butter Kisses-Charles is mesmerizing by your everything shower routine and how good you smell when you're done

Rockstar-undercover soft girl-reader; another smutty one; just gotta figure out the direction I was to take it

Wedding Night-Self explanatory;smut and aftercare (almost done with the smut, just gotta do the aftercare)

More stuff from My Biggest Fan Au bc who doesn't love Charles and Gianna 🥹

Something to I Wish by 1D with Pierre. You and Charles are literally the perfect couple. The entire way through. (See the ideas for Pierre for his part in the plot)

Logan Sargeant

Thanksgiving with the Fam and our very own Mr. America gets to experience a black Thanksgiving (yes I did get that suggestion right after Thanksgiving. Let's not talk about that 😔)

Something with the vibe of Wouldn't it be Nice by The Beach Boys bc apparently I think Logan is the purest little boy on the grid and just wants to live a happy life with his girlfriend

Carlos Sainz

More for Mírame Au (stay tuned bc there will come a time where I open request for suggestions for this 😚)

Esteban Ocon

Man's will be pining for Lewis' personal assistant and it will become a viral F1 moment.

Daniel Ricciardo

Reader can't stand sisters new boyfriend, and Daniel can't stand the fact that his girlfriends identical twin sister hates him, but feelings change, just not for the better

Handled: The Backstory (How reader and Daniel meet and fall for each other 😚) yes it will be smutty

Something based off the song "Would You Go with Me" because it is very Daniel and I don't know how to explain it

What do you think the opposite of On Display would be? (Hint: jealous Danny 😚)

More for On Display, but I might make her an OC to make another fic suggestion (look under Max ideas) a bit easier to write.

Fernando Alonso

Fernando and reader are literally each other's muse, he talk about her all the time and he inspires and entire album (and makes his music video debut)

Fernando gets some plants to impress reader; now he the plant dad to her plant mom and it's an inside jokes between family and friends

Fernandos favorite pass time is picking the readers hair color

Sebastian Vettel

Sebastian only wants one thing: For everyone to know how much he loves his ballerina girlfriend. Another little sneak peek (that, again, is just barely put together):

"Yes. You are in the presence...of the first...black Sugar Plum Fairy for the New York City Ballet." Your cheeks were sore from smiling, but nothing could dull your shine right now. Your friends that were hovering around you finally crowd around and give you tight loving squeezes, greeting Sebastian on your phone and bragging on your accomplishment.

"Sebastian! How does it feel to be dating the best principal dancer in the history of the New York City Ballet?" Your friend, Julia, hooks her arms over your shoulders and presses her mouth to your temple.

"I'm just glad I get to be her boyfriend. That's my title now. Sebastian Vettel, boyfriend Yn, New York City Ballett Principal Dancer and first black NYCB Sugar Plum Fairy.

Pierre Gasly

Introducing new OC!Eve (Chloe Bailey faceclaim);my way of introducing the readers sister into the Repeat That Au; we get to start off with a small backstory

I Wish-1D; Pierre's got it BAD. Go listen to the song. His POV is the song. It's heartbreaking and I love it so much. Probably one of the first fics that doesn't have a happy ending.

Maxiel

Trying get someone to buy you and Daniel a drink goes wrong

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aech1gwen · 9 months

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Happy Birthday, Miles!

A short and late birthday story for Miles inspired by my recent post about Miles and Gwen. (Please forgive me for any writing errors, I have not written fanfiction for almost a year now so I might edit this out along the way as I notice any grammatic errors while rereading.)

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In a familiar rooftop where she had met both the older Morales's, Gwen nervously paces around waiting for her boyfriend to arrive, her heart drumming a fast rhythm as she rethink this whole surprise. Yesterday evening, she had shared this idea with Mrs. Morales who of course, had wholeheartedly supported it and even thanked her for being such a caring lover for Miles. And now, she can't help be more anxious about Miles's reaction.

She knows she shouldn't pressure herself, besides who was she kidding, this is Miles Morales that she's thinking about. The sweetest and kindest man she had known her entire life, a man with the purest of heart who without hesitation would risk himself for others. Gwen knows that anything she gives him is something he'll cherish for on and on. Which is why, she wanted to give him an evening dedicated to just the both of them, an evening where they can lay under the stars and just be Miles and Gwen instead of Spider-Man and Spider-Woman.

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In the early sunrise that day, Miles was woken up by the softest melody from a piano being played in his dorm. It was one he didn't recognize, a lovely lullaby of piano keys played together that he could tell was professionally and gracefully played. With how gratifying the music was, Miles had almost fallen back asleep until he realizes that he doesn't have a piano in his dorm and Ganke doesn't play one..

So how in the?

He begins sit up from his bed, carefully listening to music while slowly reaching up to the door then finally hears words, lyrics rather being sung and he had immediately recognized that comforting and gentle voice.

I never thought you'd be the one / To hold my heart / I never knew I'd think of you / Each time that we're apart.

Gwen? Miles peeks outside his dorm room to find his lovely girlfriend gracefully playing a massive piano (how it got there? he'll have to ask later) with her sitting down with her eyes closed but her body facing towards Miles's room. He stares in marvel at the scenery in front of him, completely awestruck with how captivating and pretty she looks playing and singing a the same time. He steps closer to her hoping to get a better hearing and look. The girl smiles in recognizing the boy's footsteps but she doesn't open her eyes yet, her fingers pressing on to the black and white keys with so much grace.

Each Day / I'll be the one missing your face / And all that you are / Save me / I promise I'd stay here by your side / And I know from the start.

Then as she begins to play the chorus she opens her eyes only to be greeted by a lovestruck Miles Morales, beaming at her breathtaking little concert and carefully listening to the lyrics. Their eyes met and Miles's smile grew even more as his heart beats to the slow rhythm of the piano. He hummed along with her and she continues on to sing softly whilst Miles just stares and listens. Her eyes fall back to the piano when she finally hits the last chorus. The dorm becomes a stage in the eyes of the birthday boy, he is the audience and she is the performer, the art, the star.

Miles is more focused on the lyrics and the unfamiliar song. Had Gwen recommended this to her yet? Or is it an original piece? Whatever the answer is, Miles felt that she was not merely singing for him but for everything they are.

When you're here I realized / I'll be the one to testify / Baby / Say that you're mine tonight.

Gwen had ended the song with one last key, looking back at the young man who had stars in his eyes and a gentle smile on his lips, she beams back at him chuckling at how adorable he looked. "Happy Birthday, Miles." she whispers in the most loving way imaginable.

Ignorant on his surroundings, he flinched at the shout of a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" from behind him, now noticing the other people in the room carrying a little SpiderMan cake with candles lit up. A soft laughter produces out of Gwen at Miles's reaction while he examines them all and saw that both his close friends from the Spider Society and his family had all gathered up here today to surprise him with big smiles on their faces and presents on their hands. He instantly began to burst into tears his mom runs over to embrace him whilst peppering kisses on his cheeks and forehead.

He started to thank everyone for being here with him on his birthday especially his Spider friends. Hobie comes up to him and greets him with a pat on his head, telling him that it was Gwen's idea to have everyone come over and celebrate with Miles for his 16th birthday. "I thought you'd love the idea of having them all with you on your special day," Gwen clarifies, finally standing up from the piano to stride closer to Miles, "they are important to you after all." she finishes.

Miles smiles adoringly at her while also taking in on what she's wearing now that she has stood up fully for him to admire her clothing. "Thank you so much, mi preciosa. You look very gorgeous in that dress, it suits you a lot." Miles compliments, taking Gwen in to give her a massive hug after he was done admiring her look. A moment later, they head back to the Morales's apartment and had started to celebrate. Miles glances around to see his other relatives on the rooftop with magical decorations that drove Miles to burst into tears again. They really had planned this so well. This was most definitely his best birthday yet.

With his spider friends all dressed in casual clothes to blend in with the crowd while thel had the time of their lives, his parents and relatives coming to him to greet and blab short about how he's matured so much, his mom embarrassingly taking out baby photos of hin to show to his friends as he tries to stop her (he failed), and how Gwen had went with him to his Uncle Aaron's burial to pay respect. The sky becomes dark and his friends had decided to call it a night going back home to their dimensions.

Gwen had also excused herself but explained that she'll be right back to grab something from her dimension. She gives Miles a quick peck on the lips and leaves in a rush which brought in a doubtful look on Miles. While waiting for Gwen, he used his time to spend it with his parents chatting about his life as Spiderman and that even though they were terrified of the responsibility and danger, they were proud of him for trusting them and being honest with them.

And honestly, Miles was content with what he has.

After the events of what transpired, he had become more confident about himself. Sure, it did take a while to bring back into his spirit when Miguel had ruined him so badly on both his mental and physical health, but he has his loved ones who had wholeheartedly supported his decisions and everything that he is.

Of course, it also did take a period of time for him to trust his friends again. Gwen had almost.. almost fallen to her fate like the other Gwen Stacy's. Miles will never forget the day she had suddenly said goodbye and "I'm sorry." out of nowhere making Miles worried when she ran off over to the Green Goblin. Hobie had thankfully warned him about the destiny and tragic deaths of every variants of Gwen which that made him manipulate the canon events in order to save her.

.....just in time..

When Miles finally caught her hand, he held onto her, clinging like onto her and pulling her close to his chest yet still somehow not close enough for him. He embraced her so close as if she'll really disappear if he let go, if he hadn't made it in time, she might have been. A waterfall of tears streaming down his cheeks silently hoping that she would open her eyes.

And she did. Gwen had whispered his name, opening up for Miles to see her beautiful ocean blue eyes as she looks at him in longing, causing Miles to whisper affirmations in Spanish whilst she clings into him, falling back unconscious and in tears. Mrs. Morales saw it happened right before her own eyes, the uncontrollable sobs this Spiderman (which she later finds out is her son) had displayed in horror of losing Gwen. She had offered to help which resulting to Miles turning back to her unmasked revealing his identity. But he didn't care, he was too focused on the unconscious girl in his arms.

Her safety became his top priority.

Many months of being the only spiderman had ended and he had been greeted by amazing new people he can rely on and talk to about his troubles. He had managed to break his own canon event and Gwen's. They had spoken about it in the hospital, all those pent up sentiments and feels were both let out and heard, hugs and apologies were exchange, then that was the day they had shared their first kiss... It took Gwen by surprise, but Miles had to find a way to stop Gwen's nonstop apologies for what she did and how she doesn't deserve his forgiveness so Miles did what he had always wanted to do since that day at the rooftop.

Of course, it may have taken the young girl by surprise but she did return the kiss with much sweetness and softness, falling into their own rhythm and setting up their own pace as they test the waters.

"Mi amor, let's go talk to other umm.. spider people," Mrs. Morales closes the door after she takes a peek at the happenings inside, letting her son and Gwen have their moment. "I'm sure you have some questions to ask them." Jeff agrees without hesitation and leaves to check on the others. The moment they come back, both have fallen asleep in each other's embrace, Miles never felt happier that day.

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Half an hour had passed and Gwen hasn't come back yet. Miles tries to contact her through his watch, no response. He begins to worry, so he goes out of his room only to be met by his mom who had wanted to him to follow her back to the rooftop. "You'll see, Miles." Rio had gently replied to Miles's constant curious questions. As they got nearer, Rio steps ahead to unlock the entrance for her son to witness the shimmer in his eyes when he saw his one final surprise.

On the rooftop was a rows of fairylights hanging above to light up the whole rooftop. He examines more, observing the small sunflower petals scattered all over the floor and leading to a path in front of him. He hasn't noticed yet, his mom left and closed the door whilst his eyes was too busy processing this magical sight in front of him. He took in the amount of detailed decorations everywhere then brings his gaze back to the petals, that leads all the way to a makeshift blanket fort with his one and only girlfriend, sitting on the opening with that familiar delicate smile and her hair gently swaying with the breeze.

"Happy Birthday, Bambi." She welcomed him using the nickname she used for him since he had compared him to a baby deer. Although Gwen usually uses the nickname as a taunting joke, but she said it so softly and filled with fondness that Miles cherished the name more than ever.

"Gwen!" He ran into her arms resulting to them both tumbling back into the fort, lying down on the soft blankets that wraps the floor with an enormous amount of pillows. He was practically squeezing her out of bliss that Gwen couldn't help but laugh and returning the hug with much energy. A couple of instants after, he shifts away sufficiently just to give her the sweetest kiss on lips, "I don't know how you did this but I adore you even more for it." Miles whispers in astonishment, his face near to Gwen and lays their foreheads on one another, he can see the soft tinge of pink rising up from her neck to her cheeks.

"I'm glad but I have 1 more gift for you." Gwen murmured quietly, unhurriedly sitting up with Miles to grab her gift just right underneath a distinctive sunflower pillow with a baby deer's head in the center of the flower.

Miles will have to snatch that later.

Whatever the gift was, it was small that Gwen had suppressed it in her fist, not a single clue of what's inside. Curious, Miles peeks at Gwen and notices how her cheeks had darken into a pretty shade of pink as she seizes one of his hands and gives him—

A USB?

"It's not really much but I just thought tha— that you know—"

Miles darts back at Gwen, encouraging her to take her time responding even though curiousness is ingesting him up on what this gift is about. "I always noticed how much you love listening to music. So I thought that whilst Miguel starts assigning me into more missions, I wanted to explore each of those dimensions and listen to their music and also gather songs that made me think of you and songs I know you might like." Gwen describes slowly to Miles, he bobs his head and smiles then finally understands what the gift is for.. "And I also added songs I wrote about you in it so you could hear them." she looks away in embarrassment, but she couldn't see how Miles was flustered and in tears.

He was complimented at the understanding that Gwen paid attention to these songs and instantly thought of him or figured out that he'd enjoy them. She seized on many assignments just so she could compile this much songs for him to enjoy and listen because it's what he loves. Gwen knew how much music means to him and she collected these all just for him. It was overwhelmingly endearing of her, so precious that he gently grabbed her face and started peppering kisses in every single portion of it, causing Gwen to chuckle in shock. He never felt so lucky to have her.

Later that night, Miles had insisted that they both listen to each playlist of songs. Giving their thoughts and feelings about how they felt about it. And as they reached the playlist of songs that were written by his girlfriend, he requested if she could maybe sing it to him instead. Without delay, she did what he had pleaded for and he slowly fell asleep in the warmth and comfort of her voice, Gwen shortly follows suit. In the early morning hours, Rio had gently covered the blanket on both of them and took a quick picture for Miles that now served as his new phone wallpaper. Miles had downloaded the songs onto his phone and would listen to them constantly when Gwen was away, sketching every vision and meaning with a big smile on his face...

The End.

- "He draws the stars in his lover's eyes as they only appear when they're together in each other's company."

- "The melodies were sweet and bright as he was that made her adore him more than ever."

#ghost spider #across the spiderverse #ghostflower #gwiles #miles and gwen #miles x gwen #milesgwen #gwen x miles #spider gwen #atsv #miles morales #gwen stacy #they're so precious #they're in love your honor #my precious babies #I NEED THEM TO BE HAPPY #Happy Birthday Miles!#i dont know what i wrote #i need sleep

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aconflagrationofmyown · 7 months

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Hi Marina! Today is my birthday and you just gave me an amazing gift! Your post about how long Elvis lives in your stories popped up and this gem about Gigi and Daddy jumped out at me:

“There’s a sensitive young man named Austin who comes knocking on Graceland’s door to see the home of the man he is about to portray and ask his younger widow about him. Is it possible for two people to love a man together who’s been gone for little while now? They don’t know, but they manage it all the same, and somehow, it’s a little less lonely together…”

I am so disgustingly obsessed with this?! I can imagine that after all those years Gigi still loves her Daddy so much. She still talks about him like he’s there and she lives her life knowing that he’s watching over her and their babies. It provides enough peace but when Austin shows up, it’s almost like a breath of fresh air. He’s so dedicated to learning about Elvis and preserving his legacy in the best way possible, and Gigi is so willing to help him do that in any way she can. She loved that man so much and to know that someone loves him too is almost too much for her to bare. They bond so closely over Elvis, and Austin grows so close to her and sees something in her. It not sexual at all but it’s a different type of love that is so profound.

(I am so sorry that I got carried away, but I love this so much!)

OH MY GOSH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART! 🎂💋🌸

All that love has to go somewhere, ya know? And I’m just picturing her and Austin and Lisa able to gush about him together uninhibited because there’s so much trust and love and mutual understanding between them that nothings off the cards and all nuances are understood, no caveats needed, just loving the exceptional man that Elvis was! 🤧

…would you hate me if there was an eventual relationship between Austin and Gigi? Would you? I don’t see Gigi having single socially acceptable relationship in her life yet each one is from the heart in the purest sense and utterly devoted. Gigi is attracted to love and to quote Van Morrison:

“Love loves to love love”

Happy birthday again and thank you for being such a sweet friend to me, so glad Elvis brought you into my life! Xoxo

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEPH #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #Gigi asks #elvis imagine #austin butler fandom #austin butler fanfiction

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streets-in-paradise · 2 years

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Best Friends Till the End - Andy Barclay x (fem) Childhood Friend!Reader Part 1

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Word Count 5 K

Relationships: (platonical) child!Andy Barclay x child!Reader.

Characters: child!Andy Barclay, child!Reader, Chucky/Charles Lee Ray.

Warnings: Rewriting of the first film taking a few detours, a mix of characterizations between Child’s Play 1 Chucky and Curse!Charles Lee Ray. Explaining why the Pierce family was never mentioned before Curse, I imagined Child's Play 1 Chucky thought he killed Sarah and Nica.

Summary: The birthday sleepover of your best friend and neighbor ends up abruptly after his babysitter suffers an accident. Attributing it to a local boogeyman, you try to convince Andy of investigating the matter like a Scooby Doo mystery untill you realize you may have stepped into something worse when his talking doll admits the guilt.

Notes: This is going to be a two parts childhood friends to lovers story. Kinda like in IT, part one is about Andy and the reader facing Chucky as kids and part 2 will follow their reunion as adults.

Tags: @losersclubisms

Karen almost forgot to tell Maggie that you were coming over for a sleepover, only children invited to Andy’s birthday because you were his only friend. Finding out at the last hour that there were actually two children to babysit was not a nice surprise, but you two were frankly adorable. It was pretty easy to notice you were lonely kids watching too much television, craving for playing buddies and being very happy at any chance you had around each other.

The one year and months of difference in your ages didn’t become an obstacle for your bonding, but played out a separation on school time because you were still in kindergarten. Andy didn’t mind that and you would tag along with him on any game.

It was heartwarming and heartbreaking to see you share excitement over the possibility of finding new companions. Andy introduced you to his new toy friend with the purest joy, as if he was truly introducing a third party to your little group for play dates. You confidently activated his catchphrase, remarking that your cousins taught you how because they had two dolls like that one, then proceeded to ramble about your unborn sibling and how you all would be playing together once the baby would be old enough to follow you. The circumstantial babysitter got the impression that Chucky was making you feel a bit jealous, as if you feared Andy could be forgetting you for paying too much attention to him, but she also had some unusual fun observing your exaggerated mannerisms.

At some given moment you were playing in separate areas of the place: Andy and Chucky were constructor workers, a blue helmet of the Good Guy brand on the doll’s head as the kid was teaching him how to use the hammer and blocks of wood. Meanwhile, remaining close to her as she handled the cake leftovers in the kitchen, you were the waiting wife ironing the back of a jacket with a pink toy iron

“ I wonder when my husband will come back home?” You commented to her as if Maggie was another housewife from the fictional neighborhood. “ Andy is never late for dinner, I bet this is on Chucky. Since he is here he barely looks at me.”

She seriously wondered where did you hear that from. Soap operas? Married with Children? The mindless repetition of things you saw being included in your games made you sound like a little child actor, which was definitely a bit lovely.

The boy only pretended that he didn’t hear you, talking to Chucky as if they were at work. Since neither of you really understood what you were saying, he would just look at you and laugh at the mention of his name. Then, he would whisper secretively to the doll and that would make your acting escalate.

“ Maggie… Am I not attractive anymore? He is always going out with his new friend, he doesn't care if I am here.”

Peggy Bundy venting to her neighbor Marcy. Seeing a four to be five girl enacting that shouldn’t be funny, but it was. The part of her that was a bit horrified made Maggie remember it was bedtime, to which she told you both to get ready.

That simple action made Andy come up with an odd complaint.

“ Aunt Maggie, Chucky wants to watch the 9’ o clock news.”

The occurrence amused her.

“ Sure, he does.”

You abandoned the spiteful character, not needing it outside of the game, and sweetly tried to comfort the doll into understanding why he shouldn’t ask that.

“ It is too scary, Chucky. Mommy and daddy were watching the news and they were speaking of this very bad man that sends people to heaven. They don’t know his face, just like the boogeyman, and daddy said that if I am bad he is gonna come to get me.”

The only adult there found your tale disturbing.

“ That is a very bad joke, but I am sure your dad was just kidding.”

“ Don’t worry, (y/n). Chucky is brave and I am a big boy.” Your friend comforted you. “ Tell me when it is scary and I’m going to cover you like this”

He covered your eyes with his hands and you two laughed.

Maggie picked Andy up and turned off the tv. While obediently following them you were supposed to pick up Chucky, but you didn’t rush to do it immediately as the boy would have expected. You didn’t want to do it because the doll said something really rude to you for picking the side of Andy’s aunt. You weren’t sure of what being a little bitch meant, but you didn’t like it.

While waiting your turn to brush your teeth, you were unpacking your sleeping bag in your friend's bedroom when you saw Chucky rush to the living room to turn on the tv. If there was one thing you learned quickly about him, it was that he didn't like when things wouldn't go his way and he didn't mind getting you all in trouble for his mischief.

Maggie found you trying to stop him and that made her think you did it, no matter how many times you told her it was Chucky. Even though Andy backed up your story, she wouldn't believe any of you. She got angry, thinking that you were being bad.

You weren't, Chucky was, but maybe that wouldn't stop the man of the news from coming after you. The room was dark and your sleeping bag wouldn't let you cover all the way to your head, it wouldn't let you hide.

" Andy, Andy!!" You cried out for your friend's help. " Your aunt thinks we were bad... What if he comes to get us??"

He didn't answer, but another voice did.

" I'm going to handle that, just shut the fuck up you annoying little bitch."

That didn't make you calm down, Chucky was making everything worse. He wasn't in the mood to pretend niceness and the fact that he was struggling to get out from Andy's covers didn't help.

The pathetic sobbing was exasperating him, you were terrified.

" You can't, the Lake Man will come because you turned on the tv. "

When you spoke about that before he was too into his own concerns to pay real attention, but then he had nothing else distracting him from the realization.

He threw a happy, but bone chilling cackle that nearly woke Andy up.

" .... Are you scared of the Lakeshore Strangler?" He asked you, trying so hard to fight the satisfaction in his voice. Never before it occurred to him that he could be some child's boogeyman.

" Why don't you tell me what you heard about him?

The news report you saw was from before the cops identified him. The name Charles Lee Ray meant shit to you, but you were scared of him as some faceless evil.

Excellent news: scared children were easier to manipulate. From then he identified you as the weak element of the duo.

" Take the freaking covers away from me if you want to live."

Maybe he got too excited about causing fear in you. For an instant, he forgot that you didn't know he was the Strangler.

" Listen, (y/n). I can't protect you if I am stuck here and that is what my friend Andy wants me to do. Get me out and i am going to keep watch in case the Lake Man shows up."

" What if we are asleep and he gets to you first?"

" Bitch I am immortal!" Chucky bragged, too full of himself. " This body is made of plastic, I don't have lungs. That means i can't be strangled to death, but you can, so GET ME OUT"

The slight elevation on his voice volume, product of the annoyance, finally woke up Andy for real. Hearing you speaking with Chucky got him excited, you were his best friends and he wanted you to get along.

Feeling you pulling the doll out made him stare at you with some happy pride.

" I told you he would look after us. "

The empty spot Chucky left ended up occupied by you. Andy allowed you to jump into his bed and you rushed to hide underneath the covers.

" Don't. " The boy stopped you. " I will not let anything bad come to you, I promise."

He kissed your forehead and you hugged him.

" I love you, Andy. You are my best friend in the whole world."

" I love you too... and I bet Chucky loves you. Don't you, Chucky?"

" Sure, kiddo.Whatever you say, just go back to sleep. "

A nice detective took you back to your apartment that night because something horrible happened to Maggie while you were asleep. You told him that it had to be the Lake Man, but he didn't believe you. Your mom explained to him what you were talking about and he said that was impossible because he took him down. You didn't believe that, boogeymans can't be killed.

Hugging your mom and talking to your sister in her belly, you repeated the same promise Andy did to you. The detective playfully asked you, as many adults before did, how you were so sure she was going to be a girl. You just did, it didn't matter how many times your dad claimed the baby was going to be a boy because he wanted so. No one would convince you otherwise.

Picking up your Scooby Doo plushie as your protector for the rest of the night helped you start imagining the situation as an episode of your favorite show and that made you feel a bit better. That man didn't believe you because cops never do at first. Every time the gang stumbles with a mystery they do things on their own, being told that they are just kids.

At that moment you were just like Shaggy: very scared and hugging Scooby because you weren't feeling brave enough to face the monster. Andy, your brave friend, was like Fred. He would be coming up with a plan to catch the bad guy. There had to be a masked man, maybe someone wanted to scare you all into leaving the building because they wanted to buy it and they invented the Lake Man. Maybe all the persons that were thought gone would reappear somewhere, even Aunt Maggie.

' And I would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for you meddling kids and your toys. ' The villain would say after you would unmask him while revisiting his spooky plan. The toys were the dogs: you had Scooby and Chucky was like Scrappy Doo because he was tiny, feisty and disobedient.

Maybe a bit scary too, he said a lot of bad words. No other Good Guy you saw before spoke like him. You wanted to like Chucky, but he scared you. There was something in his voice that made you feel wrong, hearing him in the dark made you want to cry. Andy was older than you, maybe that was why he didn't got scared as easily as you. That was why you felt you couldn't tell him, you feared he would think you were too little to play with him. Chucky frightened you, but thinking that Andy could want to stop being friends with you because you didn't like him scared you more.

The next time you saw them was at your apartment and then you were ready. Scooby and your Mystery Machine car toy were placed in front of the tv and you were going to watch the old episodes your mom recorded for you.

She didn't notice anything strange, just the two of you whispering things to each other while watching. Chucky laughed weird again once, but she couldn't hear because she was bussy doing something else.

From all the funny things happening in all the episodes you watched, the Chant of Manba Wanga was the only thing Chucky seemed to have found funny. It wasn't, not for you at least, because it was clearly meant to be a scary moment. His creepy laugh made you jump towards Andy, grabbing his arm tightly as if you were begging for protection. You were as scared as Shaggy and Scooby were when Mamba Wanga was casting his voodoo curse on Layla and your fear only encouraged Chucky's bad behavior. He was having fun scaring you, probably thought Andy would find it funny.

By the end of the episode, when all the persons touched by the curse and assumed disappeared were found, you spoke to your friend about your own mystery. You told him that maybe the Lake Man was like Mamba Wanga, the Green Ghost or the Black Knight, that all you had to do was solve the mystery.

" We have to find the masked man, that will make Maggie come back. "

Chucky looked at the boy, waiting for him to crush your hope.

" (y/n), there is no mystery. it wasn't the Lake Man, Chucky did it. "

You didn't know what to think anymore.

" My bad, the bitch is gone. " The doll admitted to you without hesitation. " You know, I noticed your dad is a real asshole, since he came back from work all he does is bitching because you are watching cartoons. He was the one who scared you with that thing on the news, right? But he doesn't listen to you and I don't think he really cares. I bet your dumb mom thinks that baby is going to save the marriage, but that dude doesn't feel shit for her. "

He shouldn't have said that to you, but he couldn't help himself. Chucky got to know your family and found out you were like a dysfunctional photocopy of the Pierces. Cute talky little girl, pregnant mom: the main flaw on the picture was your daddy. It was very easy to see that he was an emotionally distant husband who wouldn't win the father of the year award anyways. Everything Sarah's husband did right, your papa seemed to do wrong. He was more a manchild than a family man, someone who you weren't seeking for support or protection.

" ... Wouldn't it be nice if he would be gone too?"

Dead father jokes were upsetting for Andy too, so he had to stop. Yet, deep down, he wanted you to say yes just to deviate from his path a little and kill that man off. Two deaths in the same building would have dragged too much attention, the only thing that saved your father was Chucky's own convenience. He couldn't indulge in killing him, not if that would be an obstacle for his personal revenge on the people who screwed him over in life.

You both were seeking explanations on his part, starting to get suspicious about him.

"Chucky, why did you kill Aunt Maggie?" Andy straightfoldy confronted him once you were all in the safety of your room.

" I told you: she was a real bitch and got what she deserved."

That didn't seem to be enough for you.

"Or maybe you are just bad." You exclaimed, still hurt because you heard him say he wanted to kill your dad.

It wasn't the time and place to get into mentoring, but Chucky saw himself forced to explain his attitude somehow. Otherwise, he would have been done manipulating you.

" Sometimes violence can be really fun."

Two clueless little children stared at him like he just said the weirdest thing they ever heard. "

" I don't understand."

" It's like in cartoons, like Tom and Jerry. Isn't it fun to see the cat getting hurt chazing the mouse?

You nodded in agreement and he seemed pleased with that.

" It's funny cause Jerry is tiny and he always wins."

" ... But Tom wants to eat Jerry. " Andy replicated. " What did Aunt Maggie do to you?

"Being a pain in my ass."

" If she was annoying you, you could have called Andy's mom. Or get the big dog, the muscled Bulldog. Do you have one of those, Chucky?"

Mindless talking with little kids was the most exasperating thing ever, neither of you were able to deliver one goddamn sensical reply.

" No, but I have voodoo doll friends."

Your eyes opened wide in amazement.The intrigue made him feel flattered once more.

Dumb innocent children completely unaware of how he would have to make them witness a real voodoo ritual very soon.

When Chucky got the bad news about his doll body and assumed immortality you were the first thought element of his plan. The second kid he revealed himself to, also not his preferred choice for a new body, but he knew your fear could be useful to him. Either as a collaborator or a good bait, getting you on board was the easiest way to Andy. The little boy was protective over you, the even more little girl he befriended: he would cooperate thinking he would be saving you that way.

He knew you were not going to put any resistance against him and Karen made that part even easier. While asking you about everything you knew of him in her desperate search for information, she accidentally revealed to you ahead that he was the Lakeshore Strangler. It made him feel a bit disappointed because he was stripped from the pleasure of coming out to you as your great fear by himself.

Andy was the big boy: he was the brave, the strong, the smart. In the course of those moments you were thinking of him as your hero. He WAS your hero, without him you were just like Shaggy hiding behind furniture to avoid the monster without noticing that his long trembling legs would tell his position. It was funny in the cartoons, not in real life. You loved Shaggy, he was your favorite in the gang, but you wished you could be brave for once.The doctors took Andy away and you were alone, you had to be brave for him.

Mommy had to go out for some grocery shopping and you begged her not to leave, but she said you would be causing more mess outside than inside. Surely it was because of that time you got lost in a Wallmart after you left her side searching for the toys section, or the fact that you were used to asking for things that would catch your attention. It wouldn't be the first time you would stay at home watching tv, that's why she didn't see the problem.

You promised you would be good, you wouldn't leave her side or ask for anything, but you needed to go with her. In a hopeless attempt to make her understand, you screamed that Chucky was going to kill you. It didn't work and you stayed alone, a bad feeling telling you that he was going to come for you soon.

Pacing around the place to check on every exit, you were singing to yourself the ' Scooby Doo! Where Are You?' song to feel less lonely.

" If we can count on you, Scooby Doo. I know we'll catch that villain. "

Pathetic child, he thought while hearing you as he was sneaking in. Your shaky voice was music for his ears, he could feel you were about to cry.

" Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you? We got some work to do now." Your song began again. " Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you? We need some help from you now. "

A very noisy cackle took away any hope.

" That dog ain't gonna help you, kid."

You froze and tears began to fall.

" No one is going to help you, all you have is helping me find Andy. "

The magic of friendship, like in My Little Pony, gave you a bit of strength to talk back.

" NEVER! You want to hurt him, you never wanted to be his friend. HE IS MY FRIEND!!!"

Even to pretend you weren't scared you were overdramatic, Chucky was very fed up with you.

" LISTEN TO ME, LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!" He yelled at you, threatening you with his knife. " Offering to kill your dad was me being nice... DO YOU WANT TO SEE WHAT I CAN DO WHEN ANGRY?"

There was no reply, so he held you at knifepoint while keeping his threatening ramble.

" If you don't do exactly as I say, there will be no more Mr Good Guy. You are going to go last, first I'm going to make you watch as I kill your mom. "

Sliding the weapon slowly, he enacted the threat pointing it against your tummy.

Your sister.

" Ríght here, (y/n). I'm gonna stab again and again and again until there will be nothing left. It wouldn't be the first time i do it."

Vengeful memories were coming back to him. Since he didn't have to hide anymore, there was no point in not enjoying the moment.

"I'm gonna tell you a story: once upon a time, a cunt thought she could fuck with me and that's how she and the little parasite growing inside her ended. That's how fucked up shit can get if i am angry. Is that what you want, Barbie? "

You nodded negatively in visible panic as your hopeless sobbing became more intense.

The name slipped out of his mouth before he could control his phrasing, you were just like her. Perhaps that was why he loved your fear: it flattered him even more through the memories attached to the comparison. Losing time was worthy in order to have you as his traumatized unwilling hostage. Not only was it convenient for his plan to get Andy's body, part of him enjoyed projecting about the Pierce that got away through you.

Despite being severely terrified, your childish mind was still able to come up with coping mechanisms. You almost ruin his mood because at some point of the way you had a cute dumb grin and he heard you giggling, as if a warm thought would be making you ignore the stress.

The monster was kidnapping you to get to your friend, just like it regularly happened to Daphne on Scooby Doo.

You were like Daphne, even if you were as scared as Shaggy.

Smart as Velma and brave as Fred, Andy didn't fall for Chucky's tricks so easily. You escaped from the doll together, getting away from the place where your friend was locked. The chaze wasn't funny like in the cartoons, but you felt so much better because he was alright and he was with you.

You would follow him anywhere, but you didn't want to go back to your apartment building knowing Chucky would go there after you. Andy was insisting on going back to his home, reminding you to hurry up, but you weren't convinced of the plan.

The fear of what could happen to your mom and your unborn sister paralized you. Hiding in an alley and forcing him to do so, you refused to give one single step more.

" Chucky will get them. " You tried to explain to him between sobs. "... My sister, he said..."

Andy cut you off while trapping you in a comforting hug.

" It doesn't matter, I will not let him do it... but you have to help me. "

He sounded like a hero to you, so brave and you were so scared.

" I can't, Andy. I will make it worse. I am not brave like you, he knows it."

You made him smile: did you really think he was brave? He was scared too, he cried in fear just like you did but you didn't see him. If he wasn't crying then, that was because he wasn't alone in that dark room anymore and you were with him.

" What if we make you brave?"

Andy showed you some smashed cookies he had in his pocket, a secret gift from one of the nurses at the hospital.

" Scooby Snacks make Shaggy and Scooby brave. "

You smiled at his offering, then opened your mouth to let him feed you the scrumbles of cookies as if he was feeding you with courage.

" Scooby Dooby Doo!!" You cheered to later kiss his cheek while your lips were still stained by scrumbles.

The innocent trick worked and you were feeling so much better, but it wasn't just because of some special power on the cookies.

It was the support of your friend that made you feel strong enough to keep up.

" I love you, (y/n). You are my true best friend."

Preparing on his home got you following Andy's lead as if it would be one of Fred's plans. Once you secured the entrances you both hid in his closet to wait. He searched through his toys looking for weapons and when you saw him picking up a baseball bat you figured out he wasn't going to stay still for long.

" Don't go, stay!!!! Don't let him find you!!"

His following action was one of the purest acts of love you experienced over the course of your life. It settled a mark of an impact then impossible to imaginate.

" Wait here. I'll keep you safe, I promised you."

Andy closed the door behind him, leaving the hiding spot to do his stand against Chucky. You hesitated, doubtful of disobeying his command, but you got out after him as soon as you heard noises making you guess he was in danger.

Too late, he was laying on the floor.

" ANDY WAKE UP!!!" You yelled and rushed to shake him. " WAKE UP, PLEASE. WAKE UP!!!!"

Chucky was there and he could have killed you easily, but you didn't care.

" STEP ASIDE, DUMB BITCH!! HE IS MINE!!!!"

Right before pulling you away he got to witness your last desperate attempt to save Andy.

A kiss, a children's interpretation of how one should be. You barely posed your lips against your friend's hoping he would wake up like Snow White or the Sleeping Beauty.

" DO YOU REALLY THOUGHT THAT WOULD WORK???" The doll mocked you. " I do the magic here ... AND THIS AIN'T A FUCKING FAIRYTALE!!!!"

Chucky laid one hand on top of Andy's forehead, then he began to recite some really odd words. It sounded to you like the Chant of Mamba Wanga, only more complicated. Was he going to curse Andy? Did he want to make him disappear like in the Scooby Doo episode?

The gestures made you fear something even worse, but you didn't get enough time to react. Mrs Barclay and the nice detective came to your rescue. It was the beginning of a hard fight worthy of nightmares, but your friend woke up being still him. Andy burned Chucky alive, but not even that seemed to stop him. Only after the cop shot in the heart did he stay still, but that didn't mean you both got any peace. Neither Andy or you got convinced that Chucky could be completely gone.

That was the reasoning behind the hardest choice of your life, that you were forced to take as little kids. Even with the support of three adults who saw him, no one believed Chucky was alive and he killed all those people. If you would have followed Andy's story, they would have taken you away and there would have been no one to look after your unborn sibling. If he would ever come back, nothing would have stopped Chucky from getting to fulfill the promise he made to you.

You lied, but the boy wasn't mad at you because he knew why you did it. You two understood each other better than anyone, he saw it in your eyes with just one look.

Andy told the truth because someone had to, but that couldn't be you. He sacrificed himself for you one last time, letting his life be ruined so you could keep yours because you had to protect your sister.

She was born on that January, the nerves of your mom caused an early birth. A girl, just like you predicted.

At least he got to meet her before the doctors took his mom and he was taken away.

" I will tell her about you. Even if dad doesn't want me to, I will." You promised him, tears falling from your eyes because you knew what was coming.

You sneaked a little goodbye gift. It was a friendship bracelet that you were making for his birthday but didn't get to finish on time back then.

Andy began to cry, hugging you as if he refused to accept reality as much as you did.

" I don't want to leave! "

" I'm so sorry. I didn't want to... I don't want to lose you."

" You are my best friend." It was his way of saying that he forgave you. " You will always be. "

" You will always be with me." Was your equal reply. " I will never forget you, Andy. "

You never did, that painful separation left a hole in your heart that never healed. Even if he left forgiving you, it was you who was never able to forgive yourself. You cried in his absence, you called him in dreams. From your fifth birthday and for years to come during your childhood, you reserved one of your three wishes to ask for him to be happy.

Even after losing hope of seeing him again, all you wanted was for him to be happy somewhere else.

#andy barclay #andy barclay x reader #alex vincent #alex vincent x reader #child's play 1988 #child's play fanfiction #chucky franchise #curse of chucky #chucky series #chucky #charles lee ray

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wooahaes · 2 years

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midnight call

pairing: hyunsuk x fem!reader

prompt: n/a [list of private birthday prompts i made for myself]

word count: 1.1k~

warnings: n/a except for ur boyfriend being SAPPY and cute

daisy’s notes: no but rly i think calling someone at midnight and wishing them happy birthday is cute as hell and i love doing it for my friends and when they do it for me

You were what many people referred to (whether with scorn or affectionately) as a night owl in its purest form. Despite having to work the next morning, it wasn’t uncommon for your friends, your family, your boyfriend to all find you awake until two or three in the morning--and sometimes later, if you didn’t have work. There was just something about the peaceful air that late nights brought that kept you invigorated, working on your own projects or playing video games until your vision blurred and you were too tired to keep going. That had been part of the reason you clicked with Hyunsuk, in your opinion. He slept less than his peers, according to him, and he liked to work late at night when he could.

You’d been on your computer, watching YouTube when your phone started to ring. Without glancing at it, you reached over, answering. There were only a few people it could be, and...

“Jagiya! You’re awake!”

... You felt pretty confident in knowing it’d be your boyfriend.

With a tap of your space key, you pulled your earbuds full out and tucked your laptop away. “Baby,” you dragged out the word. “I thought you were working late tonight.”

All you caught is the sound of something hitting a surface--softer, not like he had run into a shelf or a door or something--before the rustling of blankets told you exactly where he was.

“You’re at home?”

He let out a sound of confirmation, which was then followed by more rustling. “Can we FaceTime?”

The moment you agreed, he called you. You took half a second to fix your hair, to look a little nicer and like you hadn’t been curled up in your chair watching long video essays about dumb things you knew little about beforehand, and answered. His eyes immediately lit up when he saw you, that cute little smile crossing his face as he grew more excited upon seeing you again. Your schedules didn’t always allow for the two of you to meet up in person, but both of you knew that going into this relationship. School and work were both a lot for both of you. He ran a hand through his hair, messy blonde flicks only becoming a little messier in the attempt to fix it. You noticed that he looked tired, despite how happy he looked. The way his shoulders seemed to sag a little more, the exhaustion evident underneath his eyes--how hard had he been working himself lately? You’d scold him for it tomorrow, after both of you had some sleep.

So you settled for a quiet “Hey,” upon seeing him. “Long day?”

He nodded. You could see the rest of his room over his shoulder for a moment, and just watched as he shifted in bed so that he could lay on his stomach, phone propped up, with his pillow hugged close to him. “I’m fine. I’ve missed you.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little more at that. “I’ve missed you, too. We should go out next time you’re free.”

“I’m free today,” he said. “You should get some sleep soon.”

You blinked a few times. “Don’t you mean tomorrow?” You reached out anyway, turning off your computer and picking up your phone as you started toward your bed. “It’s--”

“Midnight.” He smiled. “Which means...”

“... It’s technically today?”

He smiled wider for a moment, hugging the pillow tighter to him. “Did you forget?”

You immediately ran back through the days. His birthday wasn’t that long ago, so--

“Jagi.” He called out, head resting in one of his hands. “Happy birthday.”

It clicked right as he said it, and you damn near faceplanted into your bed due to having been distracted. You took the moment to angle your phone away, throwing it onto your bed and burying your face in your hands. To say you forgot wouldn’t be right, because you didn’t forget your birthday: it just didn’t click that midnight turning over meant it’d be your birthday. You blamed the video essays. Hours of content about kids shows would do that to you.

“Did you really forget?” He laughed, and you had a feeling he knew that you were trying to hide your embarrassment. “Has anyone else said anything? Am I the first one to say something?!”

Regaining your composure, you climbed into bed and propped your phone up against the wall while lying down. “You’re the first one to say it, yeah,” you admitted, acting as if you weren’t just a mess because of how cute he was. Had he been looking forward to that?

You made the mistake of looking at him, watching the proud, happy smile on his face as he was bursting with joy over that one little fact. You didn’t want to think about how often you were on his mind when he was busy (although admittedly you’d often have the thought of how he was doing while going about your day), but you had to wonder if he was counting down the hours with how proud he was of himself.

He suddenly turned, calling out to whoever was at his door to come in. He rattled off the fact he was talking to you, the tiny little “my girlfriend” he said making you smile, only for you to be me with Yoshi stepping enough into frame so that he could wave at you.

“Hey,” he called out, nodding toward the phone as he sat up, “It’s her birthday.”

Yoshi looked over, eyes wide for a second, before he waved to you in turn. He grew closer to Hyunsuk, speaking loud enough to make sure you could hear him. “Happy birthday! He’s been telling us all day about how he was going to call you--”

Which was immediately covered up by Hyunsuk speaking over him, waving him off. The phone slipped from view as he got out of bed, leaving you to stare at empty space while you listened to Hyunsuk rapidly ask and answer whatever question Yoshi had for him. When he returned, you were met with the embarrassed face of your boyfriend as he started trying to make an excuse--he wasn’t that excited, he just mentioned it a few times, any of his friends would blow it out of proportion to embarrass him--

“No, it’s cute,” you finally said. “It’s sweet that you care so much.”

That smile. That cute smile had you down bad even before you started dating him. “Really?” Hyunsuk ran a hand through his hair, eyes averted from his phone as he swallowed his thoughts. “I’ll see you in the morning, baby. Sleep well. I love you! Happy birthday!”

#wooahaes.fic #treasure imagine #treasure x reader #treasure x you #treasure fics #treasure fluffs #hyunsuk x reader #choi hyunsuk x reader #choi hyunsuk x you #choi hyunsuk fluff #hyunsuk x you

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diedraechin · 1 year

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Since for some today is a day of thanks, I thought I should offer up a preview of Yuuri's birthday ficlet as 1) thanks for all the support and patience you've given me in my writing and 🥰🥰 2) because we all know that Yuuri is going to end up on a pole and that is something we should be thankful for as well. 😂

Go Baby Go Go

Chris finally came back from outside and collapsed into the faux leather chair across the small table from Viktor. “Yeah, he’s lost.” Chris shook his head. “How can he get around Japan with his nose in his phone, but manage to get lost in New York?” Chris asked.

Viktor hummed. It wasn’t like Yuuri to get lost at all, and he was worried. “Maybe I should go and call him.”

But Chris grabbed his arm and shook his head. “No! No! You are not abandoning me to go and call your boyfriend. I literally just got off the phone with him. He’ll get here when he gets here. Not only is he an adult, but he was already hailing a cab when I hung up with him, all right?” Chris pulled his hand away and looked around the club that had been steadily getting more and more crowded since they’d arrived fifteen minutes ago. “Where’s Rafe? How is anyone supposed to see in this lighting?”

In his pocket, Viktor’s phone vibrated and he took it out to check his messages, hoping it was Yuuri.

💖💖 Yura 💖💖 Sorry Sure Chris told you but I got lost In a cab now [img selfie of Yuuri in a cab blowing a kiss] Be there asap Have fun

Viktor Be safe! See you soon! 😘😘😘😘😘😘

Viktor looked up from his phone, relaxing a bit having heard from Yuuri, and settled back in his seat. “I have no idea. He was going to get us drinks. Personally, I’m glad the lights are low. Could you imagine if they had blacklights?” He shuddered.

Chris snickered. “Oh, that would be something, wouldn’t it?” He looked over at Viktor. “So did you tell Yuuri that we were going to a strip club?”

Viktor shook his head, his bangs falling into his eyes. “No! I told him it was a charity drag show, and it is! It’s just being hosted here.” Viktor waved his hand around the club. Technically, the club wasn’t a strip club in the purest — or would it be prurient — sense, but it did have stripping once a week, a burlesque or drag show, and then pole dancers — of both genders — rounding out the rest of the week. Which explained why there was a pole at the end of the stage catwalk right in front of them. “Besides, you’re the one who told me about it. So really, this was your idea, so you should have been the one to tell Yuuri.” Viktor said.

Rafe came back and settled into the last of the chairs and set their glasses on the table. “Went with the Gay and Tonics.” The former ice dancer shook his head. “Why did they feel the need to rename gin and tonics for the night and to something so… unimaginative while charging more for them?”

“For the giggles,” Chris said, lifting a glass to his lips.

Viktor took a sip of his own and then looked around once again. The club was definitely getting crowded, and he hoped that Yuuri would be able to find them when he eventually arrived. “Where is Yura supposed to sit?”

“On your lap?” Chris laughed.

Rafe, however, reached out and patted Viktor’s arm. “We’ll figure something out. If you don’t want Yuuri on your lap, I’m happy to offer mine, and I’m sure that Chris wouldn’t mind him sitting on his either.”

Viktor spluttered and then frowned as his friends laughed at him. “That wasn’t funny! I was being serious!”

With a grin, Chris replied. “So were we.”

#yuri on ice #yuri on ice fanfiction #katsuki yuuri #viktor nikiforov #bystoi(d)#sassy writes #adding tags anyway for all the good that it will do #ANYWAY #yuuri on pole #at a club that doesn't actually exist #because legal reasons I'm sure (aka taxes and regulations and boring things that I don't care about)#give me my all purpose club damnit #so I can make jokes #and have a reason for a pole to just BE THERE for no good reason #also I love flustered possessive Viktor #there are lots of very bad jokes that will be contained in this fic #yes on purpose #also if it isn't obvious that Chris is up to something...#Chris is up to something

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adellovesrowan · 2 years

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The purest heart belongs not just to a queen but to kindest of them all. And this heart belongs to you 💓

Happy birthday, m'lady 🍷

OH MY GOD WITCHY IM

OH GOD THATS MY BABY

#NORELIA !!!!!!!! MY BABY PRINCESS #OH SHES SO PRETTY DUDE OH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH #UR INCREDIBLE U DIDNT HAVE TOOO #🥺🥺🥺#treasuring this oh my god my babiesttt #THANK YOU SO MUCH WITCHY KISSES MWA #not hphm #norelia of gentlehaven #disney princess enchanted journey #asks #witchy-push #fanart #mine

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floralseokjin · 2 years

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⤑ 9 months to fall in love 13 replies.

@starbtslove replied: Why do I feel this extreme sense of satisfaction like it’s me who was treated to that D 🫣🫣🫠🫠 Their feelings are now in the open and it makes me so so so so very happy. Jin, OC and Glob are the cutest. Absolute best. 💜💜 Your writing and stories have to have to be my favourite of all times 🫶🏻💜 Thank you so much for the updates 💜💜

LMAO I felt the same after writing that scene! Thank you and I’m so happy you’re enjoying the story 💖

@sweett-nightt replied: “You wanted him to call you that always.” just made me literally combust 🥰 this is the best birthday gift ever 😫😫😫

awwh happy belated birthday!!!! 💞

@travelgurrl replied: OH. MY. GAHDS. THAT was beautiful

thank you :’)

@nanied93 replied: Yesssssssss thank youuuuu 😌 I’m glad his mom came around quickly And I’m glad they came too 🤧💦 cause I couldn’t handle anymore abstinence lol

LOL I’m glad they came too! thanks for reading!

@murphbearr replied: Omygosshhshhshskskksks my head just!! 🤯🤯🤯🤯 But it was so hot at the same time!! I'm so happy that they finally are together and having the best time!!

The wait is finally over 😭 so happy for them!!

@bri-mal replied: I'm in love with them! Ugh the sense of relief this chapter has brought 😌 freaking finally! But RIP Sergio 🙏🏽

Sergio will be forever missed 🥺 lmao!

@rapunzel824 replied: Found this series last night and binged. Now I'm all caught up and can't wait for the rest. I'm glad they finally talked and finally hooked up.

I’m so happy you’re enjoying! thank you!

@purest-expressionofgrief reblogged and said: completely forgot this was dropping today - what a nice surprise to wake up to !!!i'm glad jin's mom took the news well after his explanations! at least that's one less thing to worry about for oc and seokjin 😬 but i'm glad, most of all, that oc finally got the d 😩 congrats sis omg

We’re all so happy for her 😂 she deserved those orgasms! Thanks for reading!

@liz3056 reblogged and said: IT FINALLY HAPPENED !!!!! I'm glad they are progressing in their relationship I'm so happy. Also I'm glad his mom was do nice about the news now let's see how the family dinner goes hopefully nobody is mean. I'm so happy for them and with hiw good things are going. 😁

Seokjin’s mom is a sweetheart! Everything is so good and happy right now, they deserve it! 🤧

@munirecs reblogged and said: UNLIKE SEOKJIN’S DICK,, WHY DO I FEEL SO SOFT FOR THEM?? 🥹🍆 i miss them already…..

😂😂 this gave me a good laugh!

@jjungcookie reblogged and said: I think this was the moment we had all been waiting for. The reaction of Seokjin's mum was a lot better after she found out about everything and now I can't wait for lunch on sunday when the mc is going to meet the rest of the family! Also now you've put into my mind the scene of jungkook flirting with Seokjin's mother and I can't wait to see that or something similar hahaha. And I can maybe see the mc calling jin Seokjinie when she wants a favour or she wants to baby him hahah I don't know. I think it would be cute.The chapter was great and I loved it! ❣️

The thought of Jungkook flirting with Seokjin’s mother makes me laugh so hard 😂 Jungkook loves milfs 🥰 and I can totally see Oc using ‘Seokjinie’ when she wants something from him/wants to baby him! (We know he loves it!) Thanks for reading and happy you enjoyed this chapter! 💞

@yoontaethings reblogged and said: this chapter turned me into mush 🥺 i'm glad my worries didn't happen and although seokjin's mom was a little skeptical at first, she was also very accepting and understanding of the situation despite the unorthodox way of conception lol 😅 i already like seokjin's mom and can definitely see him in her!and for the second part of this chapter 🥵 we FINALLY got what we've all been waiting for and it was written so perfectly i'm so soft. i'm glad their second time wasn't like their first and you can definitely see how different it was from the first time around because now there's feelings involved and they've both admitted to these feelings as well which is 🥺😍💘💞🥰😭💝 uGH i love this couple so much 🤧

We all should have trusted Jin when he said his mom would be shocked at first but happy with the news afterwards lol! I’m so happy you can see the difference between their first time to now! The sex was still hot but now it’s done with feelings 🥺 Thank you for reading!!!

@8211997 reblogged and said: FINALLYYYYYYYYYYYY Please do not expect me to be okay and functioning for the next month BC IT FINALLY HAPPENED!!!!!!!!! Also your versions of Jin (no matter the story) always make me feel single as hell and this did not disappoint and I'm so glad that Jin's mother was so accepting after her initial shock and Y/N gets a chance to not only create her own family (including Yuna and Jimin ofc) but to literally create a new family with Jin and his family and Glob 😭 ugh let me recover until the next chapter comes out.

I make myself feel single as hell, don’t worry 🤣 no one is living up to these fictional Jins! No one!!! I’m so happy you enjoyed this chapter! I feel as if by the end of this story Oc will have so much family to depend on and be loved by 😭 She deserves it!

@minttangerines reblogged and said: Jin talking to Glob before sex 😭 I’m glad his mom came around quickly. They do have a lovely relationship when she’s not being pushy. This is only the beginning of announcements so let’s see how everyone takes it.

ikr 😂 like man what are you doing?? stop!! There’s still a couple more announcements to go! One in ch14 and one in ch16.... let’s see how it goes! 😬

@moonsrecs reblogged and said: In all seriousness!!!! Can’t believe Glob just sat there meeting his grandma and said nothing 😖 we are not raising you to be rude Glob! (Okay joking over now seriously 🤣) . I’m so glad everything went smoothly with Jin’s mom 🥺, and I’m happy to see OC have another motherly figure around, Glob is gonna be so loved 🥰. Also!!! The confessions!!! 😩😭🥰 so cute and fluffy and amazing and I just fucking adore a hopeless romantic man expressing it so 🥺. And of course, the sexy time: GOOD FOR HER!!! It’s what she deserves!!!

How rude of Globby! That baby is going to be SO spoiled when they’re born 😂😭 Seokjin really is a hopeless romantic, I adore him so much 💖 and I’m so happy for him!!! and Oc of course. She waited a long time for that d 😮‍💨

@purpuravm reblogged and said: I can't wait for then giving the notice to the Kim family I'm sure that they go na be so happy for them. But I'm kind of worry for y/ns family. Nevertheless, looking forward to the next chapter, that end was 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Oc will be telling her family very soon! Let’s see what happens! Will it go as smoothly as telling Seokjin’s family did.....? 😬 Thanks so much for reading!

#fic:9mtfil #replies

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