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loveebot · 3 days

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helloo!! orange cat!reader or golden retriever!reader?? :)

thank you for the ask !! i have my four main !readers but if anyone has ideas for occasional side !readers then please send them in🎀🎀 ( 2 in 1 guys !!! 😋😋 )

gingerkitty!reader

canonically kitty!reader’s baby sister. lovess the sanrio universe (has sanrio bedsheets, clothes, jewelry, etc). her hair is always in pigtails. soft spoken. brown eyeliner. friendship bracelets coating her wrists. always sleepy. def turns into her sis when someone wakes her up earlier than she was planning on. her outfits are definitely like the original coquette (not dollette) superr calm + mellow. much more friendly and affectionate than kitty!reader. “girls just wanna have some” by chromatics.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ۪ㅤ— ㅤ۫ㅤ๑ㅤ ۟ㅤ ˗ˋˏ 🐈 ㅤ‧₊ ♱

w/ matt — you’re def your calmest with him. you can fall asleep on him at literally any time. if you have an attitude cause you’re forced to wake up early for something important he shuts it down immediately. “c’mere,” he’d say, then whistle. “knock it off, seriously.” you’ve always gotta be touching him (holding hands, moving his hand to your back, making him stop whatever he’s doing just so you can hug him; things like that).

w/ chris — he’s alwayss buying you sanrio merch. especially if you’re pissed at him (we all know chris just acts a fool, and usually you take it the wrong way). “listen, i know you didn’t like the joke i made about the girl in the movie. so…i brought you something.” and obviously you’d already forgiven him hours ago so you reward him with mind boggling sex!

w/ nate — you guys are saurr cute. you’ll come home from work and he’ll be sitting on your bed watching the adventures of hello kitty and friends. you’re just thinking “i love you sooo much.” y’all def make matching bracelets together and never take them off. i’m sorry your sex is soo vanilla for a whileee, it’s only one night when he comes home from a really bad game and takes it out on you that you both realize you like it rough.

goldenretriever!reader

works at a cute little unknown bakery. jorts. “falling for ya” by grace phipps. fluffy socks. has an insane strawberry shortcake obsession. canonically puppy!reader’s irish twin (1st). the more “mature” of the two of them. she’s really just as dependent on her man as her sister is. they’re only different because she’s less clumsy. babydoll dresses. her baking materials are heart shaped. hopeless romantic (the kid who would make pretend wedding dresses out of toilet paper then proceed to get yelled at by mom and dad because she was wasting it=her).

ㅤㅤ ㅤ۪ㅤ— ㅤ۫ㅤ๑ㅤ ۟ㅤ ˗ˋˏ 🦮 ㅤ‧₊ ♱

w/ matt — he’s your favoritee person in the world. whenever he’s not home ‘cause he had to shop or film or whatever you literally break down. he comes home and’s like “hey, what’s the problem? m’here, okay?” he loves when you wear your babydoll dresses ‘cause he knows there’s nothing under. believeee he’s taking you to the nearest enclosed space and eating. you. the fuckkk. out. such a munch.

w/ chris — when you guys bake together it’s always a big ass mess (you never don’t have a food fight). he lovess when his girl gets needy. which is almost all the time, so it’s just constant touching. you’re all on him and he’s all “yeaa, i know, i know.” especially cause you’re a little shy, not to the point where you don’t talk to people but y’knoww.

w/ nate — your favorite thing to do is steal his baseball caps and wear them backwards. you lovee his hair. you always tell him if he changes his haircut you’re literally gonna dump his ass, no joke. when you guys are fucking you’re fingers are always running through his hair, and you both like it so it’s highly unlikely that he ever would change it. sometimes he comes to visit you at your little bakery so he can watch you work. you usually don’t even notice him because you’re so locked in to your masterpieces.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ .⁺ ⸝⸝

just me acknowledging that this is 100% inspired by multiple other writers on this app, specifically, starfxkr, princessbrunette (love her sm) and donatellawritings, and if any of the writers who use these type of !readers see this and feel that my interpretation is too close to theirs and they want me to take this down, i will.

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sturnsfx · 6 months

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Quiet Moments.

Matt Sturniolo fluff

summary: With Matt, not only did you discover the beauty and peace that each season had to offer but also the love and affection that he was willing to give you.

warnings: none :)

You have both noticed that when summer ends, your days together become more peaceful. You can't help but feel calm whenever the pool in the backyard starts to lose its company, or when the wind turns slightly chillier. It's an opportunity to bask in each other's company, revel in the quiet moments, and just be together.

In the winter, Matt's hands clasp yours and bring them both together to his mouth, hot air blowing into them as the heat from the fireplace reaches your bodies. It's mid-December and Chris can hear the soft tune of Lana del Rey's Paris, Texas sounding from the living room as his older brother holds up a small copy of The Prisoner of Azkaban in front of your faces while you quietly read with your legs tangled together with the mugs sat on the table in fornt of you.

In the fall, flour flies over your heads as your soft laughter echoes around the kitchen, and the episode of Gilmore Girls is left forgotten in the background. You continue to mix the pumpkin-flavored batter as Matt takes a moment to appreciate these little moments with you, where your hair falls perfectly over your face and your smile doesn't leave your face even when you are done playing.

In the spring, you can't help but smile as you watch Matt with a handmade flower crown on his head. The wind blows the petals around as you both laugh and enjoy each other's company. It's those little moments that make life so sweet, right? "What are you staring at, huh?" You say, a playful smile lingering on your lips. He snickers, a hand reaching and covering his mouth "You have some..." He bursts out laughing as the flower petals fly off and your hair gets thrown back by the wind.

As the seasons changed, you both found care in the quiet moments you shared. In these moments, you not only discovered the beauty and peace that each season had to offer but also the love and affection your boyfriend was willing to give.

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trentcrimminallybeautiful · 9 days

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i think the diamond dogs should play improv games just bc it would amuse me, an ex theater kid, specifically

#ted and beard ofc are reading each others minds #trent is shockingly good at it but only when he forgets to be self conscious #also see: he does both best and worst with ted (best when he's not being self conscious #worst when somehow the prompt gets too touchy or 'romantic' bc Crush Crush Crush Brain Panic)#(please the image of ted in character hugging him or something and trent just. red. brain crashed. no longer improving just frozen. barely #manages to recover and even then it was not subtle. unclear if ted is a) genuinely oblivious b) teasing him and thinks trent knows that #c) something else(??) )#roy is too stiff most of the time but if he gets really into it he gets REALLY into it.#best way to get this result is to involve phoebe or another child #higgins did community theater at some point and is the one teaching them all the games. beard also seems to have done intense research #but higgins is the one with EXPERIENCE #not that i think beard and ted couldn't have done an improv duo in college or something but in this scenario they did not #nate surprisingly is pretty good at it once he gets into it like it takes him a second but #then he's like. really getting into it and he's very quick on his feet #new way to go mad with power (affectionate): the rush you get when you make the perfect snap back comedic line/acting choice #also while trent is so good paired with so many of them i think he and nate would be a hilarious duo. they're SO funny.#they complement each other well and are both quick & clever #esp if it's about a mutual interest (although one of them taking the lead on something else like nate and music while the other plays off t #em is also good) but like #please i just had the iamge of them basically doing a bit where they're like. those mean old gay muppets in the theater?#like trent and nate improv duoing as some bitchy reviewers just going back and forth and it's so FAST and SO funny #beard records it and posts it somewhere and it goes viral.#god don't even get me started on the idea of some sort of official richmond social media/the gang posting random clips on social media #bc the ideas i have are so funny.#also largely trent centric but what do you want from me okay i'm just a little slut.

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sir-yeehaw-paws · 4 months

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37. FOXHOUND era BBKaz.

Fanfic Ask Prompts

37. "Will you just shut up for five minutes?" BBKaz (Line altered a lil in fic) Maudlin Boss has a dream.

#bbkaz #mmm the juicy goodness #fanfic #fanfic asks #prompts asks #drabbles #mgs #nate does writing #lets pretend this isn't from last year okay aksjnksadkjasd #mind the tags

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nateslehky · 10 months

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For the kiss prompt, no. 38!!! for 829

38.…because they’re running out of time.

"Cale, cm'here."

The quiet mumble brushes the edge of Cale's barely awake mind, soft but insistent, coaxing him to consciousness.

"Mhmmm," grumbles Cale.

A weight falls across his back, followed by fingers digging gently into his side, pulling him close. Nate nuzzles into the crook of his neck, his breath warm against Cale's skin as he asks, "Are you awake?"

"No," says Cale groggily, his voice muffled by his pillow.

His dream had been good. It had involved him and Nate, he knows for sure. All the best ones do.

He remembers the warmth of the sun against their skin, Nate's burned a cherry red from its too hot touch. He remembers the creak of wood as they swung on the porch swing at Cale's childhood home. He remembers the feeling of contentment, time stretching before them and behind them, practically infinite.

The taste of coffee still lingers on his tongue and Nate's laugh still echoes in his ear and the breeze still tickles his neck, if he could just fall back asleep--

"I have to leave soon," admits Nate quietly against his collarbone.

"What?" asks Cale, his eyes shooting open, suddenly wide awake. He turns his head until his gaze finds the familiar blue of Nate's irises, feeling himself settle just a little bit, even as his heart continues to beat rapidly in his chest. "What time is it?"

He tries to sit up, reaching for his glasses and scrambling for his phone, but Nate tightens his grip around his side until he settles back down.

"Almost eight," says Nate. "I need to leave by eight thirty."

He doesn't need to say the second half. Cale knew that. Knows that.

He always knows when Nate has to leave.

Cale frowns and gives a little shake of his head. "We were supposed to wake up at six," he says. "I remember setting the alarm. We were supposed to have breakfast, I bought--"

He quiets as Nate reaches a hand between them, the soft pad of his thumb smoothing the crease between his brow. His hand falls to Cale's cheek, cradling Cale's jaw as he leans forward.

The touch of his lips is featherlight, but the weight of the emotions behind it feels heavy.

When Nate pulls back just slightly, his lips still ghosting Cale's, Cale closes his eyes and tries to take a deep breath, but his whole body trembles with it. This never gets any easier.

He presses forward, deepening the kiss to prevent himself from asking Nate to stay. He can't do that. He wouldn't do that.

But still, his fingers twist into Nate's shirt as though his feeble grip will be enough to keep him here, in his bed and at his side, for just a little while longer.

"We were supposed to have more time," he says quietly, his throat clogged with too many emotions to name.

"I know," says Nate. What else is there to say? "I know."

#'what is this?' you may ask #'i don't know' i would answer #where is nate going? why does he have to leave? i don't know #are they hockey players? i don't know #is this some sort of au?#i also don't know that #this was fun tho!#my writing #829 #answered #kissing prompts #ask games #ask memes #writing prompts #thanks for sending this in!!#also i kept a writing prompt under 500 words it's a miracle be proud of me #natecale

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icanbeyourgenie · 4 months

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"Sleeping late?" - Achilles to Nathaniel

The truth is, Nate didn't sleep much. It wasn't until the sun was finally up that he managed a few hours of sleep. He still gave a tired smile to Achilles. The surgeon seemed less cranky than yesterday.

“Did you sleep at all?” Achilles asked, when he took in Nathaniel's current state, and especially the dark circles under his eyes.

Nathaniel couldn't really put into words how the silence in the bedroom he was given was haunting. He never liked silence, but especially not after he killed someone. Or worse, after he almost killed someone. The siren would've loved saying it was the guilt that kept him awake, and it partly was, but mostly it was the hunger. He wanted more. For a terrible moment, the daunting hunger made him horribly aware of the other living creature that was near - the doctor that gave him shelter. That thought made him feel sick; he almost ran away to find Ursula, but he never found her in those moments, she found him. He wouldn't know where to search. So he looked for a distraction and quickly found some poetry books. It soothed him enough to grab a few hours of sleep.

Of course, he wouldn't say all that to the man that helped him.

“I found some of your poetry books. They kept me awake. They tend to do that. I particularly enjoyed the Rûmî compilation. It's my favorite, I have it in my bedroom too.”

Achilles raised an eyebrow. “You have books under the sea?”

Nathaniel laughed. He quite like the direct questions that the man asked. Not many people talked to him like that. “Well, not a lot of course. I just have this one, really. The rest are on land, but I really love Rûmî and I wanted to have him with me always.”

“How does it not... You know-”

“Get soaked?”

“Yeah.”

“My big sister made it waterproof. I like to think it was a gift but really I was just being a crybaby and didn't want to go back without it.”

A silence followed, and Nathaniel would've given everything to know what was on Achilles' mind.

“There's breakfast on the table.” Achilles said after a few long seconds.

“I'm not really hungry.” Anyone who knew Nate would know how alarming this was. The prince could generally eat for five and demand a refill. “And anyway, I abused your hospitality for too long. I'll leave now.”

“You mean we'll leave.”

“Huh?”

“I proposed you a ride to the sea, didn't I? Besides, do you even have a carriage?”

Nathaniel smiled. He didn't, and that wasn't really necessary. But he found himself wanting to spend more time with the surgeon, so he accepted, and they both headed outside.

The ride to the water was surprisingly agitated. Both men easily talked about poetry together. It started with Rûmî but quickly went elsewhere. Nathaniel welcomed the noise, and the apparent normality of the conversation, despite the strange circumstances of their meeting. He was almost sad when the carriage stopped and they reached their destination.

When he stepped out of the vehicle, he felt a knot in his stomach at the mere vision of the ocean. He did not like that place, and he was in no rush to go back. So when Achilles got closer, and Nate didn't move, the surgeon was visibly confused.

“Are you not.... Going back to the water?”

“No. Not yet.”

“...Why?”

“I can't go just now. It's pretty clear that I fed on someone. My father will be angry, I prefer to wait it out a little.”

“Why would your father be angry? Isn't he a siren?”

“No he's not.”

“What is he then?”

The king of the sea was not an answer Nate wanted to give, so he just stayed evasive. “Just... something else.”

“... Okay, now I'm starting to think that you're just being intentionally mysterious to make me want to know more.”

Nathaniel laughed again. A true laugh, with creasing at the corner of his eyes. He looked at Achilles, noticing how beautiful he looked in the sunlight. Especially his eyes. Nate actually wasn't trying to be mysterious, there were just things he couldn't say to a stranger. But still, he went along with it.

“Is it working?”

“Maybe..” Achilles smirked. “But can you at least tell me why we have come all this way if you don't plan to go back to the sea.”

“I heard people really love the ocean. Don't you?”

“... We came all this way so I could see the ocean?”

“Well.... Now that you're saying it out loud it sounds dumb.”

This time, Achilles was the one laughing, which relaxed Nathaniel a little. The siren wasn't the type to really think before acting most of the time. He wanted to spend a bit more time with Achilles, so he just went along with it. And the beach was a great place to do so, right?

When Achilles sat in the sand, Nate figured it wasn't such a bad idea after all. He relaxed even more and sat next to him.

“It is relaxing. As a doctor, I often prescribe walks on the beach, for the salted air. Also, the view is beautiful.”

“It's certainly is.... vaste.... and wet, I guess.”

“Not a big fan huh? Don't sirens love the water?”

“Don't have a lot of good memories here.”

Indeed, his first memory was drowning, and then hurting so badly he thought he might die. He almost did. From that point on, it was only violence, until he found Malachai. And he did love his family, he really did. A little too much. So of course some memories hurt. Like the forced restriction, the everlasting hunger that made him feel like dying at first, his father beating him for his nature, his mother being executed, his sister excluded, banished and erased. The constant pressure of being a prince, knowing than at any moment Triton could revoke him, since he wasn't technically his blood. Knowing that despite that, he loved them all too much to even risk it. To risk them knowing what he did, sometimes, when he went away.

“More mysteries.” Achilles said, making him come back to earth. He shook his head and focused his attention on the man next to him.

“Well what about you Doc?”

“What about me?”

“What's your story?”

“What makes you think I have an interesting story?”

“Let's see. You got a stranger storming into your house in the middle of the night, carrying a man he killed. And not only do you help him burry the body, you also offer him a place for the night AND a ride home. You can't convince me there's not a good story behind this?”

Achilles' smiled deepened and it occurred to Nathaniel that they both didn't stop smiling for a long time now. Achilles took some time to think, but somehow decided to be elusive too.

“Why did you try to save that man yesterday?”

“Why did you help me?”

“You're eluding my questions.”

“And you mine. I guess we both like to play the mysterious card, don't we?”

“I guess we do.”

There was that silence again. Not an unpleasant or uncomfortable one, not at all. A silence Nate didn't hate - he didn't think this was possible.

“I'll tell you what.” This time, it was Nate who broke the silence. He wanted to tell Achilles how much he loved his eyes, but he figured that was a bit too soon. “I answer one question, you answer one of mine. But first, I'm really hungry now. Do you have a place to recommend?”

Achilles raised an eyebrow. “Do you eat human food?”

Nate choked on his laugh. “What?”

“Well, I figured you said you weren't hungry this morning out of politeness, because you didn't want to say that the food wasn't really your type of diet. Was I right? Because, I know I helped you burry a body, but I'm not sure I'm comfortable with assisting while you eat someone.”

“I... You're really a unique type of fellow, aren't you?”

“Or so I heard.”

“Don't worry Doc, I do eat human food. A lot of human food, actually.”

“Perfect then. I know just the place.”

He got up and held out his hand to Nathaniel. And even if the siren didn't really need it, he took it all the same.

#first of all i need to say how PAINFUL it is for me to write a character that don't like the sea #it's killing me for real!!#i love the sea more than i love my life #it's the only place i ever felt good #if i could i'd just go live in the ocean!!!#but it does make sense that nate doesn't like the ocean at all #at least i know have a baby who's favorite poet is Rûmî!! cause he's definitely one of my fav EVER #also not sure i like it but it's a beginning #and they're just so cute being in love so quickly #writing prompt #nathaniel writing prompt #nathaniel blackwater #likeafairytale #nathaniel x achilles

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terrainofheartfelt · 2 years

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prompt- jenny finding out about dair and her reaction + her being happy for them

Dair + Jenny

After she hangs up the phone, Jenny stares into space for what must be twenty straight minutes.

Her fingers twitch, needing something to do, something to keep them busy. It’s been her prime coping mechanism since, well, probably since she developed the fine motor skills necessary. If she was too hyper or bouncing off the walls, her mother put a crayon in her hand, or a pencil, or a paintbrush, and then later, fabric, thread, needles. The act of making something gave her a way to focus, to take all that ambition that had been born in her blood and do something with it.

She grabs her sketchpad, starts on a figure and the shape of a dress without really looking at it. When she does, she realizes she doesn’t want to design anything at all, and tears the page out, a new blank one gaping up at her.

Jenny sighs, slumping back against the wall of her dormitory, drumming her fingertips on the paper.

She’s not…mad, not really. The way Dan talked, all cautious and careful and slow, like she was a feral cat he was trying to persuade to come out of the alley, he probably expected her to be angry, but she wasn’t. Or if she was, it feels different than the kind of anger that ate her alive back in New York.

Not wanting to design but needing to draw something, she falls back on an old standby learned from her mother. She picks up a pen, and starts scrawling across the page, filling all the empty space, just random letters, well, maybe not so random, D-A-N, B-L-A-I-R, W-A-L-D-O-R-F, E-V-I-L S-P-A-W-N. When a sufficient amount of the page is covered, she starts connecting the lines, weaving the letters together until they’re unintelligible, a collected framework of lines, an abstract approximation of the iron outline of stained glass windows of the Anglican church down the street.

Once satisfied with the skeletal structure, Jenny grabs her box of colored pencils. She’s meticulous, one color at a time, taking care not to use two similar hues next to each other.

Her mom always made her own coloring sheets like this. In the evenings, after dinner but before bedtime, when Dan would disappear behind a book and Dad behind his guitar, her mom would sit in the armchair by the record player and just…color, just like this, filling an entire page with a riot of different hues and shades that did look like stained glass, so bright it reminded Jenny of the blown glass vases her parents displayed in the kitchen that she wasn’t allowed to touch.

Sometime, around the time Jenny was starting to think of herself as an artist too, she insisted that Mom show her how she made them, and she did. Jenny remembers being almost disappointed that there was no great secret to it. Scribble, connect the ends, color in the blank spaces.

“It’s no genius work,” Alison told her, “but it’s meditative. Relaxes the mind.”

Jenny could definitely do with that, she thinks as she picks up another pencil. Bright red, like cherry lip gloss.

She didn’t yell. She didn’t give her blessing—because why should she—but she didn’t yell, didn’t make any accusations. She bit her tongue, and powered through the conversation best she could, sprinting to the end of the phone call. And now here she is.

She knows what she wants to say, but she also knows that she can’t say it to Dan.

You can’t badmouth the boyfriend. Another nugget of wisdom from her mom, delivered unto her last year, when one of her friends from show choir in Hudson started dating a grade-A douchebag, and that’s judging from Jenny’s rubric, which has a steep curve.

Jenny couldn’t stand being around him, and more than that, didn’t want her friend giving her own time to someone who didn’t deserve it, all of which she told her mother. She and Alison undertook a thorough Full Disclosure policy when she moved to Hudson. It worked pretty well, even when Jenny didn’t like the advice she heard.

“Honey, there’s nothing you can say that will sway her,” Alison told her. “All you can do is just love her, so when the bottom drops out she’ll know that you are there for her.”

Jenny kept her mouth shut, and, a week before senior prom, the douchebag showed his true, douchey colors, and Jenny was there for her friend.

But what sucked is that Jenny would have been there regardless, so why should someone she cares about have to go through the wreckage of heartbreak to fall back on something they already had?

Dan has a more resilient heart than she does. It’s just fact, they went to that school and went through their own dark forests of fucked-up shit, and while she broke down, Dan’s still there. Dan still believes, in true love, in finding the one, no matter how many times he gets hurt for the sake of the one. He’s so much like their mom, but on this, he’s his father’s son through and through.

Maybe that’s the problem. Sometimes Jenny imagines stretching her arm out over the Atlantic Ocean, plucking up her brothers by the shirt collar and carrying them over to London, to safer ground.

But when everything got bad, she felt like she couldn’t turn to anyone, but even then Dan had been ready to punch out any one that wronged her, so long as he gave her the chance to talk and she gave him the chance to listen. So, she doesn’t want to cut him off. Even though she doesn’t know how not to, given what he’s just told her.

So, she colors, she puts it onto the paper like her mother taught her, puts the words she couldn’t say into the phone into each swatch of color.

She’s going to wreck you. She is going to wreck you and leave you in pieces and there isn’t a damn thing I can do to stop it.

Half the page colored, she puts on her headphones, blasts music from her laptop. She cycles through most of Paramore’s discography by the time the page is filled.

Jenny lets out a deep breath as she examines her handiwork. Stained glass on paper. And, despite herself, it worked, like mac and cheese, like chocolate chip waffles, like any comfort from her childhood.

On impulse, she grabs her phone, snaps a picture of her DIY coloring sheet, and sends it to Dan. She doesn’t know what to say to him, but words had always been more his thing anyway.

Two minutes later, Dan sends a photo back, one of his own attempt, still in progress, on one of his legal pads he uses for outlining.

Love you, she sends.

Love you too, he texts back.

Jenny’s still worried, but she thinks, or maybe hopes, that everything will turn out okay.

3 years later…

Jenny and Nate stumble through the door of their Airbnb. Well, Jenny stumbles, she’s been in these heels too long. Wherever they go, no matter how fucked up they are, Nate always carries himself with an infuriating amount of athletic grace. It’s that damn pub football league.

“Oh, couch,” Jenny sighs, collapsing onto the piece of furniture in question. It’s very comfy. They truly scored with this one, booked on a whim by Jenny while they were still on the train this morning.

Dan and Blair had their own suite at the Plaza Athénée; when Blair heard they were staying in the 5th, she’d rolled her eyes, but even she was too happy to spend any time berating Jenny and Nate’s choice of lodging on the “wrong” side of the Seine.

“So,” Nate says lightly, toeing off his shoes and leaving them beside her discarded boots, “how are you feeling?” He bends to pick up the coat she’d dropped on the floor next, hanging it up along with his. He takes such good care of her.

“Exhausted,” she answers, hanging her head over the back of the sofa, as Nate drops down next to her. “Can you believe we were in a different country this morning? And we took a train underwater?”

He laughs lightly, stretching out and putting his head in her lap. “That’s not what I meant. I meant: how are you doing? About today?”

She frowns down at him puzzledly, arching an eyebrow. “Don’t you have a conflict of interest asking that question?”

“My interest is you, babe,” he reaches up, tapping the back of his hand on her sternum. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I seem to recall already having this conversation with Eric after Dan proposed.”

“Yeah, well, I’m checking in again.”

Jenny sighs, tilting her head back to think. “I’m good. Really.” She clasps Nate’s outstretched hand in one of hers, and runs the other through his hair, soft between her fingers. “I’ve had enough time to get used to the idea. And while I don’t think I’m completely used to it…” she shrugs. “The more I see them together, the more it makes sense.”

Nate makes a small hum, his little nonverbal way of saying I’m listening, and Go on.

“I don’t know,” she takes a breath, gathering her thoughts, trying to shape them into words, “Dan’s always been just…himself, but like, in soft lines, shaded in. But…now he’s more…sharper. Like the outline of him has finally been inked in, you know?”

Nate blinks up at her, crease forming between his eyebrows. “I think so?”

Jenny laughs, and he strokes his thumb over her knuckles. “I just mean, this is the most himself I’ve ever seen him be. And if you repeat this I’ll deny it, but I think a lot of it has to do with Blair. So…” she sighs, melodramatic, “for him, I’ll suffer through being legally related to her.”

Nate snorts, face breaking into that sunrise grin Jenny loves so much. He brings their joined hands down, settling them on his chest. She’s never historically been much of a hand holder, but Nate loves it, and she loves him. And, she loves that it’s her he’s reaching for.

“I’m happy for him,” she declares. “And I’m happy he asked me to come. And I’m really happy that we won’t be anywhere near when he tells Dad.”

Nate makes a noise of agreement. “Or Eleanor.”

“Oh my god, yeah.”

They both laugh, out of not only amusement at the mental image of Rufus and Eleanor’s respective reactions, but also relief, that Jenny and Nate won’t be in the blast zone when the bomb drops. There are definite advantages to the ex-patriot life.

“Is that something you want?” Nate asks softly.

“Facing the wrath of an Eleanor scorned? Fuck no.”

“No,” he says softly. “What Blair and Dan did.”

“Elope in Paris?”

“Well, yeah, I guess,” he qualifies with a tilt of his head. “But I was thinking…just – marriage in general.”

“Oh,” Jenny says bluntly.

Nate nods, his normally open expression cautious.

Jenny sits back, thinking it over. When Nate asks a serious question, she knows it comes after a long time of thought, always seeking an honest answer, so she tries to give him the same level of consideration.

She’s not a believer in forever like her brother is. She’s so like their dad in so many ways, but in this one, she is her mother’s child.

“I don’t think I’m ready for that. Maybe later. Way, way later, but not now.”

Nate nods, understanding. “I don’t think I am either.”

She lets out a breath.

“So…” he trails off, “glad we’re on the same page?”

She laughs. “Yeah. Yeah we are.”

She may not believe in forever, but if she had to draw it, it would look a lot like Nate.

“And, who knows, maybe we can revisit this conversation at a later time, like…when we’re forty.”

Nate grins, and presses a kiss to the back of her hand. “Sounds good to me.”

One word prompts

#this is the longest one yet #i guess the fact that these are getting progressively more loquacious means I'm gettin my groove back #jenny humphrey #dair #jenate #my love this one is NOT on the list 😘#but. I had bits and snatches of this idea languishing in the google docs for over a year #so this was a good excuse to finish it #but bc you did not follow the prompt I also bent it a lil so I could write more jenny/nate muahahahahahahhaaaaa #this could be a standalone minific #but i designed it to fit in to the fever dream high auverse #fun fact the stained glass coloring thing is something my mama does #it's her thing to do while she watches tv. that or sudoku #and she taught me how she does it #and now i'm nostalgic and want to color #maybe when I finally make time to watch house of the dragon I'll pick it up again #hey @ other fic writin friends #anytime you do a fade like 'X amount of time later' - do y'all hear the narrator voice from spongebob?#*prompts

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firebirdsdaughter · 2 years

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Small but meaningful…

… Nate and Eliot moments I would gif if I could part 1 of ?:

In the Wedding Job:

Their honest conversation about food and assumptions.

Nate grabbing Eliot’s arm to stop him from going after Heather w/ the knife and Eliot not even trying to shove him off and listening to him.

Nate calling the meeting out of concern for a dangerous assassin recognising Eliot and wanting revenge on him.

Eliot immediately going/trying to go whenever Nate asks him to get somewhere, despite being in the middle of cooking.

Nate going to Eliot to move the bag of money and his quite tame reaction to Eliot taking out the Butcher w/ devilled eggs.

Eliot just quickly double checking that Nate really wants him to put the money in that car, then immediately doing so without further question when Nate confirms it.

When the others join them in the kitchen, Nate is pouring a drink but Eliot already has one, indicating Nate poured him a drink first. Probably for killing the Butcher w/ an appetiser.

#Leverage #they're really in the nuances but I'm love them #this is not gonna be in order I'm just looking for these moments now #bc like get me started on Eliot's immediate reaction to the robbery in the Bank Shot Job #but it's stuff like Eliot only going 'this car?' and then doing it when Nate confirms #he doesn't bring it up to the others he doesn't question #he had food cooking but he came to the meeting when Nate called #also Eliot Hates Being Touched confirmed by the writers not immediately shoving Nate off when Nate caught his arm #I think this is the first time we see Nate pull Eliot back and he goes #it happens a few times later on as well but this is the first moment and it's already so just normal #Eliot steps back bc Nate prompts him too #also Nate pouring him a drink first is just funny Xd #man's an alcoholic but they clearly both need it so here you go #also I do think another reason Eliot chooses to cement himself in Nate's corner #is that Nate… doesn't react w/ disgust or horror to what he's done or what he does #even later when the Moreau thing comes up Nate's more angry Eliot didn't tell them than fussed about Eliot's specific crimes #Nate doesn't treat him like a monster Nate just kinda goes '… huh' and moves on #and I think that means a lot to Eliot #which is one of my nitpicks about the over focus on Hardison and Parker #I saw someone say Parker primarily taught Eliot to not think of himself as scary and that's super not true #she had a part but it was all of them and I absolutely think Nate was a major part #Nate respects how dangerous he is but Nate never treats him like any especially horrible monster #he regards Eliot's actions w/ a similar eye as he does Parker's and Hardison's #Nate never makes a huge deal about Eliot's past as an assassin/mercenary and never asks too many specific questions about it #he doesn't ask Eliot what he did for Moreau he asks why he didn't tell them #it's implied Eliot was willing to kill Moreau to keep him away from Nate and the team #and on top of this Nate puts himself between Eliot and killing people/never asks him to do so #listen I love them #Literal Crime Family

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hearts4chriss · 2 months

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𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

Brothers bestfriend! Chris + needy! Nate’s lil sis

prompt: Nate ( ur older brother ) wants to go out for a bit with some of his other friends and he doesn’t trust you enough to stay home by urself without mom and dad since they won’t be there either. So he asks one of his best friend Chris to stay over and watch you, Matt and nick know ur crush on Chris so they pretend they can’t come.

Part 01

contains: masturbation ( no actual sex ), use of y/n ( sorry I have to ) dirty fantasies ( pet names, rough! Chris, dirty talk, degrading, forced head etc just beyond FILTHLY imagination ), use of vibrator on reader, caught by Chris, FORESHADOWING, fantasy will be like this

Nate are you serious I’m not 12! I whine when said he was gonna find a baby sitter for me knowing how much it pisses me off

I’m Nate doe’s little sister I’m 18, we’ve Been close to his bestfriends the sturniolo triplets. So obviously him being my brother naturally I got to know them.

Nick

I clicked with him superrr fast, I love his energy and when I found out he was gay that just made it all the better because I’ve always wanted a gay bestfriend, and we always have sleepovers :)

Matt

Matt’s absolutely adorable I love him he always helps me calm down whenever I’m about to or am having a panic attack, I remember one time during a test I forgot everything and almost had one and he slid me the answers. Love that kid

now there’s a reason I saved Chris for last,

Chris

chris and I know each other just as well if not even more then I do his other two brothers, we haven’t done anything unfortunately. I’ve had a crush on him since middle school.

First I just wanted to kiss him and hold his hand.

Then go to his house and do some more.

Then now, as an 18 year old I wanted him to fuck my Brains out.

I’m around him all the time since we all live in LA and always hanging out, I always see him shirtless and fucking hell it turns me on, I always get lucky since nick and matt found of my attraction to his brother they always snap me or text me pictures of him.

What sucks is I cant have him. It would take my life 1000 times over for me to be able to fuck chris sturniolo, and it sucks because my brother nate does not play that shit.

He strictly said "your not allowed to date any of them" obviously referring to matt and Chris.

Which also doesn't help because my wants and desires a hormonal teenage-adult girl only grow more whenever he comes around, chris is always there.

Now today, nate had to run some errands and nick matt and chris used to watch me when I was younger if my parents couldn't

Buttt, nick and matt "could not come due to personal issues" so. Your guess is right, im gonna be alone with chris for hours.

That thought alone made me soak in my p-

“Y/n! are you listening to me kid?” My older brother chuckles leaning against my doorway of my room as im on my bed watching "The Vampire Diaries".

“Huh? oh yeah im listening matt and nick cant come so chris is because im fucking 11.” I roll my eyes hiding my excitement from him watching me.

“Don't think of any weird shit alright? He's just watching you so don't-“

“Ugh is he here yet? You're annoying me already.” I groan shifting in my sheets and taking a sip from my celsius hearin our door open, they have a key.

“Welp thats chris.” Nate says tilting his head for me to get up.

I get up from the sheets wearing some pink sleep shorts and a white t-shirt and he raises an eyebrow.

“Your wearing THAT? around chris?” Nate chuckles and I flip him off.

“Hey! I heard that!.” Chris yells coming up the stairs sounding offended.

He's now at the top of the steps. oh my fuck he looks so good.

Its around 6ish in LA right now and hes wearing a black tank top and grey fresh love sweats, slight stubble and his hair was a bit messy which I always liked and my eyes immediately drifted to his natural bulge in his pants as him and Nate were talking.

“Just make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.” Nate puts his arm around me giving me a hug and Chris chuckles.

“Don’t worry bro she’s safe with me.” He says before dapping him up as Nate leaves the house. yeah safer if you were balls deep inside

Oh god Chris sh-shit so-d-deep inside me

Yeah? You feel me deep inside you baby?

bro she’s like zoning out today. Nate chuckled and I snap out of it

Whatever no I wasn’t! Just go!

Soon after it was just me and Chris so we made our way down to the living room

“Where are ur other two clones?” I chuckle getting situated on the couch before turning on a movie saltburn

“they have “personal issues”.” He said rolling his eyes causing a small laugh to fall from my lips.

“So it’s just you and me little one.” A smirk curving on his lips, just enough for my panties to be soaked.

Shut up Chris I’m 18.I mutter trying to watch the movie in peace and he chuckles

the movie went on and it was now, the bathtub scene where jacob elordi ( Felix ) is jerking off.

I peer over to Chris whose eyes are clearly fixated on the screen as my squeeze my thighs together under the blanket feeling all my hormonal thoughts leaking through my panties.

This had nothing to do with the movie, it’s the thought for Chris doing that to himself that had turned me on most. The tension so thick a knife couldn’t even cut through.

“Uhm I-i gotta go to the bathroom”. I nearly choke and I fix my shorts placing the blanket down where I was sitting.

“Don’t take to long I’ll miss you.” He chuckles and that didn’t help.

I go to my room and close the door squeezing my eyes shut.

I had maybe 5 minutes to relieve myself.

I quickly reach into my drawer grabbing my vibrating dildo and the remote for it.

I pull down my shorts and panties and spread my legs letting the tip of the toy get coated in my wetness and I bite my lip slightly feeling the thickness of it.

I turned it on letting out a soft moan slowly inserting it, wishing this was Chris’s dick instead.

I began thrusting the toy in and out of my pussy letting the squelching sounds of arousal grow letting it drip down curling my toes throwing my head on the pillows allowing my mind to drift

I was in Chris’s/my room my head smushed in the pillows as his cock rammed inside me whilst I was on my stomach. His hips slamming against my ass and his hand wrapped around my lower stomach as I cried out his name

Fuck fuckk so d-deep- I whimper into the pillows as he was bringing me to my 4th orgasm, we had switched numerous positions and my legs were quivering in front of him as he laid a hard snack to my ass chucking behind me.

such a fucking slut letting me fuck you like this, imagine if ur brother found out his little sister was getting her pussy pounded by his bestfriend. He laid another harsh smack to my ass and I jolted forward.

stretched this pussy out so good- he groans rubbing my clit to chase both our orgasms.

ngh- o-oh shit- fuck- I gripped the sheets tightly curses of Chris’s name flew out my mouth feeling my eyes water from the angle of his hips thrusting allowing his thick cock to hit every single spot inside me

come on sweetheart cum for me, you have another one in you yeah? He grunted lowly in my ear kissing me sloppily as a string of Saliva parts from our lips each time we kiss moaning into each others mouths.

“Oh fuck Chris I-“ I curl my toes and yell loudly as I’m about to release on the toy before I look up and see Chris. Was. Watching me.

“Were you playing with yourself?” Chris leans on the doorway of my room his eyes darting to between ny legs as I was thrusting the toy in and out of me and I quickly covered up my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Uhm…maybe. Sorry I-I’ll be down in a second-“

Maybe I can help. Chris says closing the door to my room approaching my bed

@mattsleftnipple03 @bernardsleftbootycheek @sturniolopowers @gdsvhtwa @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @worldlxvlys @chrisslut25 @princessbetsy123-blog @mattslolita @guccifrog @blahbel668 @mattsneezing @trickywritters @hearts4chris

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#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #smut #nicolas sturniolo #hearts4chriss #babyddolly is my fucking girl #🩷 nate doe’s little sister series!

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stvrni0lo · 8 months

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐬

nathan doe x reader (fluff)

summary: in an attempt to bake at a sleepover, you and nate forget to check your baked goods in your sleep-deprived state

warnings/notes: none! lmk if i missed anything

requested?: yes! number 18 “failed cooking/baking attempt” from my actions prompt list

> > >

You and Nate always found a way to make your casual dates more interesting. Whether it be making up random games to play, or watching shitty movies to make fun of them, you guys always ended up having fun.

Today, it was baking. At 1 AM.

You should’ve been sleeping, but upon rolling around and thrashing in the covers uncomfortably, you decided sleep wouldn’t come easy tonight.

Nate knew that too. Which is why he suggested baking in the first place.

Flour covered the entire countertop as you and Nate desperately rolled balls of cookie dough onto a baking tray. The mess in the kitchen was too much to bear, but you tried to ignore it.

“I really hope these turn out good,” he said excitedly, jumping on the balls of his feet.

You had never really baked from scratch before, but you didn’t want to rain on his parade.

“Of course they will. Trust the process, Nathaniel,” you said mockingly.

You grabbed the tray and placed it into the preheated oven, turning the timer on for 10 minutes. You didn’t have high hopes but seeing how eager Nate was, you couldn’t help but hold out for his sake. Maybe they’d turn out alright.

Nate crouched down as he stared through the glass of the oven. You giggled at the sight. His eyes were wide and glossy as he stared into the warm light, watching the cookies rise slowly.

“They won’t bake any faster if you watch them, babe,” you said, ruffling his hair from where you stood above him.

He caught your hand in his as he held onto it, using it as leverage to help him stand up. He swayed your arms side to side as he smiled giddily at you. The white light of the kitchen illuminated his features beautifully. His insane bone structure looked sharper than usual.

“Thanks for this,” you said, your head leaning on his shoulder.

His arm came to wrap around you as he leaned his head on top of yours.

“Any time. Plus it was an excuse to get free cookies.”

You both chuckled as you leaned against the island, letting the seconds tick by in silence. In all honesty making the batter had tired you out, and your eyelids seemed to be drooping already.

“Hey sleepy-head,” said Nate, shaking you gently. His hand caressed your hair out of the way as he watched you groggily open your eyes.

“Hm?” you said.

“Do you smell that?”

Your eyes widened as you realized you had left them in too long. 10 minutes was set as a precaution, but you had meant to take them out earlier to check on them.

Of course you never ended up doing that because your boyfriend’s shoulder was just so comfortable. You could fall asleep on him every single time without fail. He always said he enjoyed the fact that you felt safe enough to fall asleep so easily around him.

“Shit!” you exclaimed as you grabbed some oven mitts and dragged the tray out of the oven.

The smoke billowed out as you dropped it onto the hob. They weren’t burnt, but they were as hard as rocks.

Nate knocked on them with his knuckles, wincing at the sharpness and heat of them.

“Wow those are bad,” he said. His shoulders slumped slightly as he rubbed your back.

“I really wanted cookies,” he mumbled.

You wrapped an arm around his waist as you rested your head on him once again.

“How about for now we go cuddle and sleep - we can try again tomorrow?”

Nate hummed in agreement, his head nodding quickly.

You had started to walk towards his bedroom, holding his hand as you pulled him along. Nate, however, picked you up bridal style as he made his way to the bed.

“Could hardly call those baked goods - they were more like baked bads,” he said as he grimaced at the image of them.

You giggled as you rested your head on his shoulder as he carried you down the hallway.

“Nate, what the fuck does that even mean.”

- - -

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

@lollibumblebee

@dwntwn-strnlo

@gracietaylorsversions

@20nugs

@thetriplets3

@sunshinewwx

@gwenlore

@gabbylovesreading

@ssturniolo

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@stargirlv0id

#nathan doe #nathan doe imagine #nathan doe x reader #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #the sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #stvrni0lo #the sturniolos

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loveebot · 15 days

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teddy!reader

unique (understatement). always has soft skin. lip smackers. knee high socks. ultra mini uggs. weird patterns. likes all colors but in more dull tones. thrifting. love language; acts of service (even though the act is usually messed up due to her clumsiness, it’s the thought that counts). crochets her own clothes. frecklesss. works at the library. people describe her and her outfits as: outlandish. small tattoos. “ballad of a homeschooled girl” by olivia rodrigo. insanely awkward. always has her hair in eccentric hairstyles w/ funky hair accessories. homemade jewelry. oversized everything. loves records.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ۪ㅤ— ㅤ۫ㅤ๑ㅤ ۟ㅤ ˗ˋˏ 🧸 ㅤ‧₊ ♱

w/ matt — deadass perfection. you crochet him sweaters all the time and he’s constantly driving you to thrift stores. he’s really good at calming you down when you feel insecure about what people say to you. and he’s really good at other things too. bonus : he was your first everything ‘cause no one else made you feel as good about yourself as he did.

w/ chris — you guys are actually too cute. he loves your strange fashion sense and you love how he doesn’t care what people think of him and how he acts a fool. your weird personalities match perfectly. you especially love it when he visits you while you’re working at the library. when he fucks you in the very, very back, warning you to stay quiet.

w/ nate — he’s insanely obsessed with you. his favorite thing about you is how you’re constantly making him gifts, even though they don’t always come out as planned. like messy cakes or goofy looking hats. and after every gift, you receive a nice dicking down, which you are very grateful for.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ .⁺ ⸝⸝

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sinofwriting · 11 months

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Bleeding Concern - Luke Alvez

Words: 407 Prompt: Coming home and finding out your partner got hurt.

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“Daddy!” Is what he’s greeted too as he steps through the door, immediately bending to pick up the four year old boy and set him on his hip, a wide grin stretching across his lips at the title he still wasn’t used to. And as usual before he can even say hi, Nate is talking again. “Mama’s hurt. She hurt, daddy.” The grin vanishes immediately, heart stuttering and he clutches Nate closer to him. “What do you mean?” “She was bleeding. I saw it!” He winces at the shrill tone so close to his ear. “Okay. Want to go with me to see if Mama’s okay?” Nate makes a humming noise, one that would normally make him smile at how similar he was to his mom, but he can’t even try to smile.

“Where’s Mama at, bud?” “Bedroom. We were napping, but then I had to pee.” His frown deepens. Sure she sometimes took a nap with Nate, but never this close to when he came home from work.

Walking into their bedroom, he gently sets Nate on the bed before rounding to the other side and gently shaking her awake.

“Luke?” “Hey.” “You’re home early. Something happen?” He shakes his head, “you slept a little late.” His eyes flicker over to Nate who’s watching his mom with a frown. “Nate said you’re hurt. You were bleeding.” Her eyes shut, lips purse and his heart sinks. “Did the?” “No,” she stops him, resting a hand on his cheek. “No, I’m okay. I went to the bathroom earlier and Nate walked in. I was bleeding a little.” His eyes shoot down to her stomach, where a bump has yet to form. “I called Dr. Lattiamer and I have an appointment tomorrow to get checked out. A little bleeding can happen this early on.” “Are you sure? We could go to urgent care or the er.” “I’m sure.” She turns her attention to the little boy watching her still with a frown.

“Come here, baby.” He after a second does, burrowing himself in her arms. “I’m alright, baby. Mama isn’t hurt.” “But you were bleeding. If you were bleeding you’re hurt.” “Girls once they’re older sometimes bleed. It doesn’t mean that we're hurt, it's just something that happens.” “Why?” She makes a humming noise. “How about I answer that tomorrow when I know more about it to satisfy all your little questions?” “Like the cars?” “Exactly like the cars.”

#luke alvez imagine #luke alvez x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine

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imagine-silk · 7 months

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Fallout 4 Masterlist

Sole taking time to think and coming back a week later to tell the companions they were contemplating whether or not it was okay for them to be in love again

Yan!Girls react to Sole leaving Synth Shaun to die

Poly!Yandere Piper, Yandere Cait and Yandere Curie with the same Darling

Darling telling Yan!Cait and Curie they love their accent

Nat interrupting Yan!Piper's loving moment with her darling

Companions w/ a Sole who's messy

Christmas w/ the male companions

Companions reacting to a Sole who doesn't talk much about themself

Companions reacting to a settler coming back a week after having a fight to say a new comeback

Yan!Curie traveling w/ Courser!s/o

Nick, Piper, Preston, Hancock w/ an s/o who has a chronic illness/immune disorder

Nick, Danse, Piper, Hancock w/ a s/o who has thassalophobia

Thanksgiving w/ male companions

Yan!Curie w/ Courser who's detained

Yan!Cait traveling the USA w/ Sole

Yandere Preston, McCready, Hancock, and Nick react to quietly unhinged Sole

Deacon + historic =

MacCready + star gazing =

Yan!Girls being rewarded for their tendencies

Kiss Prompt 18 w/ Yan!Piper

Kiss Prompt 18 w/ Yan!Cait

Sole w/ magic

Reuniting with the companions after months of being away

Yan!Cait kiss prompt 16

Yan!Piper hand-holding prompt 24

Sole taking care of Preston and MacCready after they've been injured

Sole who travels with a guitar [Preston, Hancock, MacCready, and Danse]

Yan!Cait hand-holding prompt 4

Hancock with NonSole!Courser

Fallout Yan!Dudes with a courser s/o who left the Institute

Yandere Preston

Companions celebrating your birthday

Yan!Girls w/ Courser who left the Institute

Yan!Girls with Darling who fights back

Fallout Girls watching a bad pre-war movie

Yan!Girls with a Darling who just bails

Companions react to Sole turning into a dog

Wise men say

Companions as Darlings

Okay hear me out... Preston and X6

Fem!Teen!Sole who has long hair asks companion to brush it

Trying to make Goodneighbor a 'better place'

Fallout Girls meeting your ghoulified parents

Fallout House Husbands

Sole going missing only to be found as a glowing ghoul

Sole convinces companion to sit for a portrait

Companions react to Sole leading a pack of feral ghouls

Sole getting a lucky trick shot

Sole being a supermutant's wingman

Meeting a super-ghoul

Yan!Girls with a Darling who was a foreigner when the bombs dropped

Fallout 4 Yan!Girls Meeting your Assaultron Girlfriend

Preston with Sole who has Auditory Processing Disorder

Companions react to Sole turning into a Supermutant

Minute Men rewrite

Cait with her Institute scientist darling

Deacon, MacCready, Danse, and X6 react to Sole hugging them and sobbing uncontrollably when they get back from the institute

FO4 companions help a SS who lost a pet

Companions react to the SS going through a seemingly normal door but it does the cartoon thing

Drugged out Sole confesses to Deacon, Preston, and MacCready

Yandere Danse and Haylen reacting to their Darling confessing to them that they used to be a Soldier for the Enclave

Darling wispering to the Yandere Fallout 4 Girls (+Hayleen) that Darling wants a Baby and wants for them to carry it

Yan!Girls react to Darling going to chase something down and ending up coming back months later

Companions react to very stupid insult throwing

Fallout 4 companions reaction to sole having 4 arms

Companions (+ Proctor Ingram) react to a special doctor that has a knack for making synthetic prosthetics

Companions finding a bottle called Devil’s Kiss and they decide to drink it

Yan!Girls reacting to their Darling absolutely pouring their heart out to them

Darling shooting Yan!Girls with a bubble gun

Yan!Girls with a Darling who admits to being a Enclave solider in the past

Ocean (Danse and Nate smut I drunk posted)

FO4 companions react to a Sole who's always patient and kind with others finally exploding when a settler acts a little too ungrateful

Life with Codsworth after the bombs dropped

Nick, Danse (Pre-BB), Father, and Codsworth react to Sole who jerryrigged themselves a prosthetic

Sole giving cute aggressive love to Hancock, Nick, and MacCready

Scribe Haylen Headcanons [SFW + NSFW]

Companions react if sole was a magical girl with guns

Piper Wright Headcanons [SFW + NSFW]

Hancock, Nick, Deacon, and MacCready react to Male!Sole shaving and becoming baby-faced

FO4 companions with a Werewolf!SS who's permanently transformed

MacCready, Deacon, and Danse getting sick after a bloodbath

X6-88's guide to cure lovesickness

Until I found you by Stephen Sanchez

Happy!Sole breaking down after finding the Institute

Glimpse of Us by Joji

Child giving them a Friendship Bracelet [X6-88, Cait, Vadim and Yafim]

Taking care of a Teen!Asian!Sole [Travis Miles, Nick Valentine, Deacon]

Deacon traveling with a Vampire SS

Non-human companions react to Male!Sole who is very protective of them

Favorite place for a date [X6-88, Preston, Hancock]

Yandere Girls

Sole having a twin

Yandere Preston, Gage, and Danse

Relationship Milestones

Sole having a stutter

Someone reacting to companion being a synth

What are their kisses like [Deacon, Hancock, Curie]

What the mornings are like [MacCready, Cait, Preston]

#masterlist #fallout 4 #fallout x reader #fallout imagines #companions react

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sir-yeehaw-paws · 5 months

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for the writing prompts: #2 with solimiller (or platonic kaz&snavid, however you want) ✌️😊

Fanfic Ask Prompts

2. "You're too young to hate the world."

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One more time with feeling . . . Ignore the polls!

November 6, 2023

ROBERT B. HUBBELL

We are one year out from the 2024 general election, and media outlets are busy predicting a future they cannot know. I routinely advise readers to “ignore the polls,” so whenever I write about the polls, readers tell me I should follow my own advice. Fair point. But the poll by the New York Times released over the weekend prompted dozens of readers to send panicked emails asking me to “Talk them off the ledge.” The NYTimes poll will get more coverage in the Monday news cycle, so in anticipation of hundreds of additional panicked reactions, I will once again address the issue of polling. It is a scourge that we will live with for the next year, so occasional reminders that the only poll that matters will occur on November 5, 2024, is in order.

In short, the NYTimes poll found that Biden is trailing Trump in five of six swing states and that Democrats are losing ground among young, Hispanic, and Black voters. Many voters believe that Trump is better able to manage the economy, that Biden is “too old,” and cannot identify anything that Biden did to improve their lives. Go figure!

Nothing I write below should be interpreted as saying that polls do not contain valuable information. They can (depending on their quality). Polls include information that helps campaign managers and candidates focus and refine their message. They are NOT predictions. Remember Nate Silver’s article in FiveThirtyEight in 2011, “Is Obama toast? Handicapping the 2012 Election.” If polls taken one year before elections were meaningfully predictive, then each of the following candidates should have quit their first campaigns: Carter, Clinton, Obama, Biden—and Trump.

So, why should we not panic over the polls? Indeed, is there a silver lining? (Spoiler alert: Yes.)

Let’s start with a lesson that we must not forget: The old paradigm of “horse-race” polls no longer applies. Why? Because such polls assume that two legitimate candidates are competing for votes within the system. We have never had a candidate who seeks to overthrow the system. Or who attempted a coup. Or who plans to invoke the Insurrection Act on the first day of his next term. Or who called for the execution of the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Or who will use the DOJ to persecute his perceived enemies. Or who was found liable for sexual assault. Or who will support a nationwide ban on reproductive liberty. Or who views Putin as a friend and NATO allies as adversaries and leeches.

I have not studied the NYTimes methodology, but I am confident it simply asks some variant of, “Which candidate do you support in 2024?” Faced with that limited construct, it is easy to be seduced into making a forced choice without regard to the fact that Trump is an anti-candidate. That error is compounded because the poll does not highlight Trump’s fundamental desire to destroy the system but instead asks about Biden’s age.

As I have written before, believing that most voters will walk into the polling booth in 2024 and vote only for “Biden vs Trump” is simplistic—and beneath the NYTimes and its expert pollsters. When WaPo/ABC published a poll that was subjected to nearly universal derision for its flaws, I wrote the following:

The 2024 presidential election features two candidates who are surrogates for different visions of America: Democracy versus autocracy; liberty versus tyranny; dignity versus bigotry; science versus disinformation; personal autonomy versus subservience to Christian nationalism; sustainability versus ecological disaster; safety versus gun violence; global stability versus confrontational isolationism. All of that—and much more—is on the ballot in 2024. The WaPo/ABC “horse-race” poll captures none of that.

Three more points and then I will stop paying attention to the polls (as I recommend).

First, Dan Pfeiffer’s article in The Message Box on Substack explains why the NYTimes poll shows the path forward. See Dan Pfeiffer, How to Respond to the Very Bad NYT Poll. If you are worried about the poll and want more details, I highly recommend Dan’s article. Pertinent passages include the following about “double haters” who dislike both Biden and Trump:

Perhaps the simplest explanation of Biden’s political challenges is that he has done a lot of good, popular things, and almost no one knows about them. Navigator tested a series of messages about Biden’s various accomplishments, including allowing Medicare to negotiate for lower drug costs, the bipartisan law to rebuild roads and bridges, and efforts to create more manufacturing jobs in the U.S. Guess what? All of this stuff is super popular. Medicare negotiating drug prices is supported by 77% of Americans, including 64% of Republicans. The bipartisan infrastructure law has the support of 73% of Americans and a majority of Republicans. Every accomplishment tested in this poll had majority support. It’s hard to overstate how impressive that is in a deeply divided, highly polarized country at a time when the President’s approval ratings are in the low 40s. That’s the good news. Here’s the bad news: according to the poll, a majority of Americans heard little or nothing about the accomplishments tested. There is a yawning knowledge gap. Now for more good news (think of this as a positive sandwich); the poll shows that when people are told about what Biden has done, his approval rating goes up. The voters most likely to move are the “Double Haters.”

My penultimate point: The 2024 presidential election matters a lot. But so do congressional elections, gubernatorial elections, state legislative elections, municipal elections, and more. If—heaven forbid—Trump wins in 2024, a second Trump term with a Democratically controlled Congress is radically different than if Republicans control Congress. And states can be bulwarks of individual liberties if Republicans are able to pass national legislation. So, let’s not put every hope and aspiration into the presidential election. We should do everything we can to win up and down the ballot.

Concluding Thoughts.

Although I did not intend to devote the entire newsletter to the NYTimes poll, I will stop here. We will be dealing with bad polls, handwringing, and negative press for the next year, so it is worth drawing a line in the sand and saying, “Enough!” The election is not over until it is over—notwithstanding the media’s best efforts to declare defeat a year in advance. And while I am criticizing the media, shame on the media for normalizing Trump as a legitimate political candidate. He is not.

We will prevail over the long run, no matter what happens in 2024. (To be clear, I believe Biden will win re-election.) But if we have confidence that we will ultimately prevail, we can set aside the apocalyptic fears that we wrongly ascribe to a single election in 2024. We don’t need to panic over every poll.

The NYTimes poll reminds us that we have plenty of work to do in spreading the good news of Biden’s accomplishments. So, rather than needlessly fretting a year in advance about 2024, let’s recognize that we have a year to achieve

[Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter]

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