#tiny blurb

[kaimakesart]

Josh Futturman with a tall!reader? :]

So likeeee everyone? SORRY I LOVE MY SHORT KING 🤞🩷

My boy is so silly

Josh futturman with a tall!reader.

It's just the little things, always purposely leaning over him, kissing the top of his head, bending down slightly to do just about anything.

-

"I am not that short!" Josh blurted out as he looked up at you. "It's only a few of inches!"

You smiled, resting your arm on top of his head. "Yeah? I can name nothing else that's only a few inches" You teased, poking at his ribs.

His nose scrunched up as he swatted at you. "Shut the fuck up!"

You smiled, bending forward slightly to give him another kiss. "You're so fucking cute you know that?"

He rolled his eyes, kissing you back. "Yeah yeah..you too"

-

He'll never admit it but he probably finds it hot, bending down for him or looking down towards him to do just about anything. Like I said, we Stan our short king.

#josh hutcherson #josh futturman #future man 2017 #future man #x reader #oneshot #tiny blurb #my writing

[angelkissiies]

you telling abby that you wanna be on top, be the dominant one, but then five minutes later your whining crying pinned to the bed with abbys strap deep in ur pussy and shes just laughing like "what did you say about being on top?"

im really horny okay

~whore named melody🥰

melody m kissing you on the mouth rn. thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou for putting this in my head.

she’d be so cocky n condescending, laughing n poking fun at you as she fills you to the hilt. you’d try to hide your face, embarrassed, but she’d just drag your eyes back to her with a harsh grip on your jaw n a particularly devastating thrust into your cunt.

#tiny blurb #abby anderson blurb #abby anderson smut blurb #misc

[sunsetsimon]

simon loves rubbing his nose against your skin. when he’s laying on top of you, his body pushing you into the mattress, covering you in a blanket of his warmth and scent. his head is tucked into your neck, trailing soft kisses along the skin, the tip of his nose tickling you, slightly curving as he drags it along.

“you just gonna keep smelling me or can i go pee now?” you ask, pushing on his shoulders but he doesn’t move.

“m’gonna keep smellin’ you,” he mumbles, voice muffled into your shoulder. his fingers creep along your neck, pulling the collar of your shirt to expose more of your skin.

“y’smell so good in the morning, darling,” simon inhales, overflowing his senses with you. after being in bed for 8 hours, your scent practically drenches the sheets. your body wash, lingering fragrance and something else he can never put into words - just your smell. and god does he love it, ready to spend the rest of his life in this bed with you.

#tiny blurb for valentines day 🩷 #.wbm #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader

[goosita]

Do you have any headcanons or blurb thoughts about if Secretary!reader got him a Christmas present? I feel like would be so cute. Happy Holidays if you celebrate!!❤️

oh i’m so soft ❄️

(this takes place between parts 3 and 4)

what do you get for a man who could buy anything he wants?

you’d been thinking all week about what to get for coriolanus for christmas. you’re sure that he’s used to expensive gifts and presents from all sorts of people. but you weren’t particularly wealthy, even for a capitol citizen.

you remembered once that he had a sweet tooth, and you smiled to yourself as you realized what you could do for him.

you spend all evening before your last day at the office for the break rolling out dough, covered in flour and sticky sugar. you used a little cutter to punch out the shape, baking them to a perfect golden brown and then icing them neatly with a piping bag. then, you packaged them up in a nice little red box with a big silver bow atop of it.

two dozen homemade sugar cookies in the shape of snowflakes, for coriolanus snow.

you hoped he would like them, biting your lip as you stepped into the building’s entry hall with a small smile.

“mr. snow?” you called softly, looking around. coriolanus stepped out of his office and smiled softly.

“yes, miss y/n?”

you fidgeted with the bow for a moment, grinning sheepishly. “merry christmas,” you said, handing the box to him.

coriolanus lifted his brow curiously, taking it from you and lifting the lid open. he blinked down at the neatly packaged cookies, his mouth open in a small little “o” shape.

“sweet snow for a sweet snow,” you joked, knowing it was a cheesy remark. coriolanus eyes lifted to you, tears just barely brimming at his lash line.

oh. had you upset him?

“coryo��?” you tried softly, taking a step forward towards him. you wondered if you’d overstepped somehow. if you’d read this little thing between you two wrong.

instead of opening his mouth to shout at you, perhaps tell you this was ridiculous, coriolanus set the box aside as gingerly as possible. then his arms were suddenly wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight hug. you were startled for a moment before completely melting into his embrace, your own arms fitting easily around his middle.

“thank you,” he breathed softly. “you don’t know what it means to me. that you took time to make these for me.”

of course you’d never know how deeply the gesture struck his heart. he’d never told a soul about his childhood and teenage years, not since his first year at the Capitol University. there was no way you could know that the sweet treats would take him back to a time when his stomach lurched painfully at all hours of the night, a time when he would have openly weeped at the gift of any sort of food.

it had been so long since someone had baked something just for him. ma plinth had passed some years ago, the last person to choose to spend her time making treats for coriolanus. it was more than the memory of the years he spent starving that moved him. to know that you had thought of him, had spent your own free time to do something kind like this for him, had his heart softening more than you’d ever realize.

“you’re welcome,” you whispered back, tentatively stroking his back with your fingertips. after a long moment, coriolanus seemed to gather himself and let you go with a small grin.

his hand gently held your chin for just a moment. “merry christmas, miss y/n.”

#v tiny blurb happy holidays !! #anon #politician!coryo x secretary!reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow angst #tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #tbosbas #coryo

[nerdpoe]

One of the reasons Tim doesn't stay in the Manor is because his clothes keep fucking going missing.

He had been pretty sure it was Cass at first, until he started recognizing the oversized shirts Damian was wearing.

They were his.

Oh, Damian was still a little shit, to be sure; but he no longer tried to actively kill Tim, and apparently raided his closet for clothes so frequently Tim didn't even bother trying to find something once it went missing.

Tim and Damian had an understanding.

Damian admired Tim, and viewed him favorably.

Damian also had huge amounts of pride, and his previous behavior would be a source of embarrassment for not understanding how different the culture in America (and for non-assassins) was. Ergo, apologizing would be painful, so he wouldn't.

Instead, he stole Tim's clothes.

And Tim let him.

It was...a thing. Their thing.

Damian stole the other's hoodies and shirts as well, but he would always hunt down Tim's.

Dick had thought it was an antagonistic thing and had tried to talk him out of it, but both Tim and Damian ignored him.

He wasn't a part of this.

It was an unspoken apology, one that never ended. It was also an unspoken acceptance, one that never changed.

Damian stole four shirts from Tim.

"I apologize, I view you as family, I do not want you to die or leave, but I cannot speak this because it hurts me to admit to my mistakes."

Tim bought more clothes and wore them until it was time to 'lose' them in the manor.

"You're a little shit and not nearly as clever as you think you are, but I know you're sorry, and if this is how you show that you don't want me to leave forever then I'll do it for however long you need that reassurance."

It was stupid and it didn't make sense to literally anyone but them.

But they were the only ones who needed to know what it meant anyways.

#ficlet #let them be brothers #batman fanfic #batman au #maybe #idk really #tim drake #damian wayne #being antagonistic but recognizing you don't want your sibling to die #stupid little blurb #i wanted to write a tiny thing sue me #have fluff #soft batbrothers #batbrothers #batkids #batfam #fanfic

[finniestoncrane]

there he is 💚

#the way i lost my shit over his tiny little blurb in the museum like #they really had jack ryder go 'the riddler was really annoying NEXT' #the riddler #suicide squad: kill the justice league #spoilers

[hungharrington]

since you are likely my favorite user for steve blurbs right now, i am here to share my thots.

i just wanna make out with steve in that stupid bmw. middle of summer, he’s in some stupid little shorts and a crop top, all breathless and shit UGH just let me know your thoughts on this important topic 🎤

firstly, i’m so very flattered 🥹 ur a very talented writer yourself so i was a beside myself receiving this from u! i’m sorry it took me so long! my thoughts are…. well it’s such a delicious thought i had 2 expand….

The radio sounds just a little bit out of tune when you’re this far out from Hawkins. 

The noise a bit grainy, coming out low and wavy from the speakers in Steve’s car and mixing with the heat waves of the hottest season. It’s baking hot this summer— mirror mirages spill onto the roads, flocks of people gather to the lakeside, and swim-suits are the only appropriate apparel to combat the sweltering temperatures. 

You, however, are entirely too hot for another reason altogether today. 

Steve is always warm. He seems to glow from the inside, always hot enough to warm your cold hands should you worm them under his shirt — though, he always yelps and bats them away. Loves it secretly. Today, he feels as warm as sunlight itself under your touch.

His lips have been softened from your endless kisses and there’s a laziness in the press of his mouth against yours. His hands are gentle, tracing invisible patterns up your sides and back. It’s slow — a gentle push and pull of you in his lap, your legs slung atop his bare thighs and arms around his neck, messy kisses shared. 

You love summer, if only for the fact it gets Steve into shorts. The pair he’s in now are cherry red, white lining the edges and all the motion has them riding up his thighs. The paler  softer parts of his thighs are exposed and you have a half mind to slink down and continue your kisses there. Fingers twined in his hair, you give a soft scratch along the nape of his neck and are rewarded with a soft sigh in Steve’s kiss. 

The song on the radio tapers off and there’s a crackle of the radio’s host voice, announcing something in a mumble you can’t hear. Steve’s hands on your waist pull you closer, rocking your down and you release a little groan, fire catching in your tummy at the friction when— 

“Oh, man, I love this song.” Steve pulls back abruptly, interrupting your heated make-out. He licks his swollen lips which are sheened with your spit and you blink at him, surprised. It takes another second for a smile to slip onto your lips as Steve scrunches his eyes closed for a second, beginning to sing along lowly as he bangs his head lightly. 

“Just take those old records off the shelf…” He opens his eyes again and smiles at you. He’s so handsome that it makes your stomach swoop. 

“D’ya know it?” He asks, one hand leaving your hand to push some hair behind your ear. You nod, taking advantage of the closeness and smacking a quick kiss onto the inside of his wrist. Steve melts a bit, sinking further back into the drivers seat with a gooey grin. 

You’re glad for it, relishing in your new view— eyes skim down his chest, fixing hungrily on the sliver of his tummy that’s exposed. The shirt he’s wearing is killer. You had full on stammered when you climbed into the passenger seat, at the cropped and loose shirt Steve was wearing; the tan skin skin of his midriff well on display. Paired with those shorts? You had uttered a silent prayer, unsure if you were giving thanks or asking for some goddamn mercy. 

“S’good song,” He says, though his eyes have got that distracted look in them, utterly trained on you. 

His hands paw at your side, nails scraping to bring your closer for another round of lazy making out. But you dodge his kiss— dotting a quick kiss on his cheek before you nose under his jaw. Steve takes a second to catch on, not moving to give you any space. You nuzzle in closer and make a little noise, nose pushing at his jaw til he finally tilts his head back, letting you creep closer. 

Lips meet skin and you kiss, kiss, kiss- til your desire grows and expands, threads of lust twinging in your tummy. You suckle, nibbling and soothing the skin — the heat of the day wanes around you, fueling you more. Below you, you can feel Steve’s hips shift around, his hardness growing beneath you. 

“You’re a fiend,” Steve teases. It loses all heat with how breathless he sounds. 

“Says the one who brought me out to Lover’s Lake,” You lick a hot stripe up his neck, taking his earlobe into your mouth and Steve groans loudly, grip on your tightening. “Wouldn’t exactly say you’re full of pure intentions.” 

“Touché,” He breathes. Then pulls you down, rocking your hot cunt against his cock once more, both your soft groans mixing in the hot summer air. 

Steve grins, saccharine and devilish all at once, and you waste no time in kissing it away, hands twisting in back into his hair with a tug. The fire from inside, heavy with lust, and the warmth from outside, the blistering setting sun, mix and mingle— as you let the your sun-kissed boy take you apart in beemer, lakeside. 

#a little blurb :) #WISH THAT WAS ME BRO #i’m so glad u shared ur thots :) ur brain is fucking massive and i’m kissing it #croptop steve is. the man for me #and tiny shorts? WHEWWWW 😮‍💨😮‍💨 #jay writes #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #it’s a little bit smutty #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut

[webslingingslasher]

(i can’t find the post but this is about trouble getting into a fight at the frat and peter kicking the girl out)

i think especially if trouble was drunk all the adrenaline turns into a fight with peter over ‘why the fuck did you have your hands on her?? why were you holding her like that??’

and it takes peter and probably the rest of the boys a WHILE to calm her down

yes and she's on level 3000 because she's so riled up from what happened she turns it all on peter and he's got his hands raised up like he isn't a threat in the slightest.

trouble: your hands were all over her! why the fuck were you touching her like that?

peter: i was trying to get her away from you.

trouble: by wrapping your arms around her? really?

peter: please don't be mad at me, i didn't want you getting hurt and i wasn't going to leave you undefended.

trouble: so you just fucking groped her instead. nice.

peter: i was holding her waist! there was no groping!

trouble: holding her waist? who's fucking waist are you supposed to hold, peter?

peter: .... yours.

trouble: exactly! and guess who you weren't holding?

and this goes on for ten minutes 😭😭😭

#don't try and get me to link the “fight” it was a tiny blurb that was like two sentances and is burried in the frat!peter tag #frat!peter

[leviscolwill]

plastic off the sofa

pairing: gavi x reader

summary: moving with your boyfriend ignites an unexpected heart to heart discussion (wc: 0,6k)

contents: angst but make it fluffy, good ending, injured gavi

note: disscussing gavi with @zowanew is never a good idea bc look what she's done guys 😞

now playing: plastic off the sofa by beyonce...

heavy cardboard boxes overflown with books and stationery were all over the floor, making the brand new house look like the louvre from its sleek white interior.

the emptiness of the living room would almost be unsettling, if it wasn't for pablo slumped on the only furniture of the room, his crutches were thrown far away from him, as if he tried to forget about their whole existence. the brand new couch was still enveloped in plastic wraps, you sat next to him, careful not to hurt him in any way after his surgery.

the move was long planned, and you knew your boyfriend felt awful about his lack of help. as much as he pleaded to help you with at least one light box, you categorically denied him, not wanting him to make any big effort post-surgery.

your hand instinctively found its home to the back of his neck, tracing little patterns and stroking his newly short hair. pablo was torn between the undying feeling of uselessness, both on and off the pitch, and the overwhelming urge to shower his girl with all the love he could give you. 

he chose the most comfortable option, constisting in hiding his face in the crook of your neck, the warmth of your fingers still burning on his skin. pablo took the opportunity to kiss the warm and inviting skin of your neck.

“i’m so lucky to share a house with you, i love you”, his mumbles would be absolute gibberish to anyone, but you weren't anyone.

despite understanding every word, you decided to make the most out of your boyfriend sudden need to voice his appreciation towards you, “what was that baby?”

you felt his lips turned into a smile against your neck, “you know what i said, don’t make me say it again.”

barcelona’s sun was setting down on the city when he lifted his face away from the comfort of your neck. pablo’s fingers, calloused from the cold winter, traced your jaw.

“i’m sorry, i really wish i helped today you know.” your eyes rolled against your will at his nonsense, you feared pablo’s constant abnegation would ruin him at some point. 

“i don't need you to help pablo, i need you to get better, feel better, and you can’t do that with all this pressure you’re putting on yourself amor.” the serious look on your face only made him feel more sorry for you. it was never in your plan to deal with an injured and stubborn boyfriend, and on top of that, a move to a new house, when he was the one insisting you should get one together. he would give so much for you to live a peaceful life instead of all the things you did for him right now.

pablo could feel tears gathering in this eyes and looked at the floor in hopes of hiding it from you, “yeah, sorry.” he didn't know where they were coming from, anger? sadness? frustration? probably a mix of all these emotions.

his voice, however, was a dead giveaway. after all these years you knew him all too well. the thought of you being the reason behind his tears was enough for your eyes to water as well.

“no... don’t say sorry. you don't have to be sorry about anything”, you tilted your boyfriend’s face up so his eyes could meet yours, your hands wiped away a couple stray tears. “it’s a tough phase right now, but you’ll make it, i know you will… alright?”

he connected his lips to yours in a kiss that wordlessly gave you every answer you needed, his thumb stroked your wet cheek, in hopes to erase every remnant trace of sadness off you. when you parted away to catch your breath, you leaned your forehead against his, lost in his brown eyes that were ready to follow you anywhere you wanted.

“we’ll do it together cariño”

#it was supposed to be a tiny blurb #i got carried away #my bad #gavi #pablo gavi #gavi x reader #gavi fluff #gavi fanfic #gavi angst #gavi x you #gavi imagine #gavi one shot #gavi blurb #football one shot #football fluff #football fanfic #football angst #football imagine #football x reader #footballer imagine #football blurb

[headphonegrl]

“You can have this if you want!” It’s the first words Kylian ever says to you and it's muffled by the sound of torrential rain hitting against concrete. He uses the end of his finger to point at his umbrella, a navy blue one his dad let him borrow when he was thirteen which he’s failed to ever give back. It’s the start of his favourite story, one he’ll tell enthusiastically to anyone with the patience to listen. 

“Sorry?” You shout back, he’s only a few steps from you but he might as well be a mile away with how loud it is. The mascara you applied earlier that morning is now running down your cheeks in thick black lines, but all Kylian can think about is how cute you look. Crushingly so, like he will for the rest of his life. 

“You can have my umbrella!” He strides closer and raises his voice a bit in the hope that this time you’ll hear him. When he tells this story later on, he’ll exaggerate his shouting for comedic effect and all his friends will laugh. A fuzzy feeling in his chest will ensue

“Really?” You look up at him through your eyelashes and Kylian has to make a conscious effort to breathe. In through his nose and out through his mouth in long puffs that empty his lungs. “You don’t need it?”

“I haven’t got far to go.” Which is a lie, he’s got half an hour of walking ahead of him. Though he doesn’t care, he wants you to take the umbrella. He’ll take the jacket off his back if you ask him. The first time he ever saw you was only two minutes ago and it’s already embarrassing the amount of things he’s willing to do for you, like he was yours before. Perhaps in a past life, when you and him were just atoms or two constellations sitting next to each other. “I’ll be fine.”

You furrow your eyebrows together, a neat line appearing between them. Droplets of rainwater run across your forehead without a coat-hood to catch them. “Are you sure?” 

“I’m sure.” Kylian can now feel the water rushing into his brand-new shoes but he can’t move, like if he does you’ll just vanish as quickly as you appeared. He’s afraid you’re just a figment of his overactive imagination and he’ll wake up in a car somewhere with his forehead leaning against the cold window. Now he’s seen you once he’s not sure he’ll be able to live without it, it would be practically torture. 

“No.” You shake your head, like it’s too much of an ask. One good deed too far that you could never possibly accept. “Just share it with me.”

“Share it?” He repeats it back like a parrot, making sure he heard you right. You’re only standing in front of him and he already feels lightheaded. If you stand shoulder to shoulder he thinks he might die, and he hasn’t even written a will yet. 

“Yeah.” You smile at him, all your teeth showing cutely. 

“Okay.” After this Kylian will ask for your number, and he’ll put a little umbrella emoji next to your name. It’ll take two weeks of hyping himself up to ask you out on a date. Your first kiss will make his heart thud so hard it feels like it’s going to fall out his chest. For your first anniversary, he’ll handpick flowers for you from his grandma's garden. For your second he’ll edit an embarrassingly cheesy video. Though for now, all you do is share this umbrella. “Let’s share it.”

#i wanted to make a longer fic but whatever #tiny cute fics whatever #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagines #kylian imagines #kylian mbappe #kylian x reader #kylian mbappe blurb #kylian mbappe x you #footballer fluff #footballer x you #football imagines #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #my writing

[leclerced]

ok but like imagine the first time you properly sit on Oscar's face, not hover but actually sit and grind. you'd be pulling his hair and grabbing the headboard and he'd have a vice grip on yours hips and thighs - the first time a guy forced me to do this, i had my first orgasm 😌

FORCED? sorry i think the size kink came out in this a little? trigger warning smaller reader !

oscar would have to force her to do it, she’d be too nervous to plant her weight on him and he’d laugh when she told him that, toss her over his shoulder and carry her to their bedroom before stripping her down. “you think your weight could do anything to me? i’m twice your size, if i get lightheaded or anything i could toss you across the room with one arm.” then he’d lay in the center of the bed and demand she sit on his face. threatens to manhandle her and do it if she won’t do it herself, demeans her a little when she stands there in shock and says, “what? don’t tell me you’ve already blanked out on me, haven’t even touched you and you’re already a stupid slut. now get over here before i make you.” and she blinks at him, shocked by the words coming out his mouth, and stupidly climb all the way up his body from the foot of the bed. his hands find her hips immediately, and as soon as she’s hovering above his face, he turns his head and kisses her thigh before he says, a little gentler this time, “i want you to fucking strangle me, baby. not like it’ll matter, you’re fucking tiny. but i want you to try yeah? ride my tongue like it’s my cock.” his words would once again leave her shocked into silence.

she’d slowly sink onto his mouth and he’d just jerk her down on top of him and go to town, her hands would tangle in his hair as she tried and failed to lift her hips. he was strong, much stronger than her. he curled his arms around her thighs without noticing and locked her into place. she was forced to let her weight relax when she couldn’t fight his strong grip and her thighs were burning and aching from trying to lift her up for just a few seconds. he’d feel her weight settle on top of him she stopped fighting him and he’d be so content there, his eyes would flutter shut and he’d be moaning the entire time he lapped at her pussy. he wouldn’t loosen his grip for fear she’d try and move away, so an hour later she had bruises in the shape of his hands where they were gripping her thighs. the hand shaped bruises were mostly from when he’d make her cum and her entire body would be shaking on top of him and trying to get away from his mouth. he’d tighten his already tight grip to hold her in place while he overstimulated her to the point of tears, not that she’d minded either in the end. and he wouldn’t mind the way she pulled strands of his hair out with her death grip or the way her thighs clamped around his head as she finally rode his face like he’d been asking for months.

#oscar piastri smut #op81 blurb #ask #anon #sorry irl im tiny and i need to be manhandled !

[thewonandonly]

yeosang with a breeding kink😳 please

a/n: definitely gonna expand on this in a fic but here's a lil timestamp for this GLORIOUS idea! 🫣 pardon the obscene song choice i just remembered noel and cody made music

17:38 — she got me in my head like a whip-it, she wanna go again right away, we just finished, we been up three days, goin' crazy, no sleep, it's like you don't even miss it. | sofia by tiny meat gang (NSFW)

"fuck, baby... look at you swallowing me whole." he groaned as pressed into you, watching his dick sheathe itself in your cunt, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, chuckling softly as he watched your legs shake and your moans grow shaky.

"s-sang..." you whisper through the moans, your hands clenching the pillow under your head.

yeosang cursed, placing his hands on either side of your torso, "shit, say my name like that again, princess." he sighed pleasantly.

"please, sang..." you gasped, running your hand through his damp hair, looking at him, "want you so bad."

"mmhmm..." he moaned, chuckling softly as he heard your own whine of pleasure escape your lips, "you want my cum inside you, don't you? want me to fill you up?"

you nodded your head, biting your bottom lip, "want you to cum inside me."

yeosang held your hips, pounding into you, his balls slapping against your cunt in the most pleasurable way possible, "gonna fill your little pussy up with my cum, get you pregnant." he whispered in your ear, his chest pressed against yours as he held you in a mating press, "you'd look so pretty full of my cum, baby."

"fuck, sang, just do it!" you whined.

you felt his hot seed paint your velvety walls, your orgasm intensifying the feeling, your teeth biting down on his shoulder.

after a couple seconds of catching your breath, yeosang pulled out, kneeling between your legs, his hands rubbing your ankle as he scoffed, his fingers pressing into you, "keep it in there, baby." he spoke breathlessly, pushing the cum back into your tight pussy.

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#i was possessed actually #insp ; sofia — tiny meat gang #kang yeosang #yeosang #yeosang scenarios #yeosang smut #yeosang reactions #yeosang imagines #yeosang imagine #yeosang blurb #yeosang blurbs #yeosang oneshot #yeosang oneshots #yeosang timestamp #yeosang timestamps #ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #ateez reactions #ateez imagines #ateez blurbs #ateez blurb #ateez oneshot #ateez timestamps #ateez timestamp #sweet users #yeosangsbabygirlsblog #thewonandonly #q #kpop

[luckycharms1701]

Bay turtles getting a surprise bouquet of their favorite flowers for the first time? (Don’t ask how reader knows, they got that info from a certain rat)

whoops you tapped into an interest of mine and i just spent an hour and a half solidifying my headcanons for their favorite flowers

anyway this is amazing anon-chan i love love love flowers and giving them and these boys deserve so many flowers

(just so you know, these blurbs take place pre-relationship, but like barely)

Leonardo

You immediately resolve to do this as often as possible when you see the look on Leo's face. He reaches out and gently fingers one of the blood red petals of the dahlias you're offering him. "These for me?" His voice is wondering, causing an ache deep in your chest. You push them a bit closer to him with a soft smile.

His hand cups yours as he pulls them (and you) closer to him. He buries his face in the flowers for a moment. When he lifts his head, you are arrested by the intense expression on his face. In the same way he gently touched the dahlia petal, Leo gently touches your face, cups your cheek. "Thank you," he breathes.

Raphael

Raph huffs and squints at you suspiciously. "This some kinda joke?" You roll your eyes and push the pink irises into his plastron. When you go to let go of the bouquet, however, his hand comes up and traps yours with the flowers against him. He looks down at the flowers and breathes in deeply. You can't smell much from the delicate flowers, but you suppose that he can.

He looks back up at you and tilts his head, contemplative. Your lips twitch at how cute the motion is, and his gaze zeroes in on the movement. You feel Raph's fingers tighten around yours before he deliberately relaxes them. A rare bashful smile spreads across his face as he meets your eyes once more. "Thanks, doll."

Donatello

"Ah, celosia! These are my favorite! How did you know?" Donnie gives a pleased chirp as he studies the blooms you shove into his face.

You smirk as you press the bouquet into his hands. "Wouldn't you like to know."

He turns his chair around, gaze still on the flowers, and stands almost uncomfortably in your space. You hold your ground. His eyes flick up to yours, and a small, smug smile spreads across his face. He shuffles the tiniest bit closer to you. You gulp but continue to hold your ground. "Oh," Donnie begins in a low, silken voice, "I would like to know. And we both know that I will find out. Don't we?" He steps back and turns to look for a vase. "Thank you for the flowers," he throws over his shoulder towards your trembling form, "they're very nice!"

Michelangelo

Not even the stars in the sky can match the sparkle in Mikey's eyes. "You got these for me?" You grin as you present the marigolds to him with a little 'ta da!'. The both of you start to laugh as he picks you up and twirls you around, flowers and all. When he sets you down, your smile gets small and shy as you hand the marigolds to him.

He takes them reverently. Then he leans forward and kisses your cheek. He leans back, takes in your reaction, and kisses the other cheek, lingering just a little longer. When Mikey pulls back the second time, he hovers for just a moment over your lips before pulling back. You feel the hand that is not holding the flowers brush against your own. "Thank you sooooo much angel! Marigolds are my favorite!"

#tmnt #bayverse leo #bayverse raph #bayverse donnie #bayverse mikey #writing tag #you: aren't..... aren't donnie's and mikey's favorites just yorshie's tattoo flowers #me: yes #you: so you spent an hour and a half on.... #me: raph and leo. yes #look. listen. they're little shits. what do you expect #figuring out what the flower meaning should be was the easy part #but which flower has the exact interpretation that i'm looking for?? #none of them #i had to get as close as i could and i'm not happy about it #that's the hour and a half part #all that research for these tiny fucking blurbs #i'm sorry anon-chan i hope these are okay #....... #don't #don't ask about donnie #idk what happened there #i blacked out again #might've been thinking about amaranthine recently..... #gonna go eat something now hahaha

[faeplumi]

it's been soooo long but here it is

ex-husband!zhongli but in modern au.. zhongli is known for his indifference and the fact that he can hide what he's thinking and feeling, well except... the fact that he absolutely despises how his new coworker Childe is too close to his ex-wife. they're too close for his comfort even though they just met recently and they've been talking for so long his eye twitches from irritation. he sips his beer and then one of his kids approaches him.

"daddy? are you jealous?"

seems like he's bad at keeping that jealousy under wraps yikessss

#zhongli x reader #ex-husband!zhongli #ex wife!reader #zhongli fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact zhongli #genshin impact scenarios #this is just a tiny blurb #u can see how rusty I am

[soldrawss]

Single dad Darius AU is amazing. 10 outta 10. Would love to see more.

My Single Dad Darius AU owns my entire soul, I literally cannot even begin to describe how much I love the idea of a tired and grumpy grad student acquiring a whole ass infant and being like "oh this kid is MINE now thanks, finders keepers and all that.'

#I wrote like a tiny little 4k blurb for the au but i'm soo shy to actually post it #cause it's not finished and I forgot how i wanted to finish it so it's just an unfinished wip in the google docs atm #maybe might get back to it who knows not me

[powderblueblood]

How about Lacy finding Eddie's writing? 🤭

need you to imagine me listening to a fifth of beethoven from the saturday night fever soundtrack whilst writing this because i became insane and filled it with Clues.............

it's like trying to understand the fucking zodiac killer.

it's all codes and ciphers and scrawls and-- well, she thought she might have been reading that one upside down but it's actually indecipherable any way you twist it.

and it's not like any of it is even written on paper either. torn open cigarette packs, napkins, burger wrappers from the diner. one time a leaf.

because eddie's not like lacy in the way she keeps a journal but eddie's like lacy in that if he's roundhoused with a thought that he needs to remember, he's got to write it down now immediately pronto on any available surface.

which is pretty pointless, since he keeps losing all this garbage and she has to pick it up after him.

she bears over the spread of scraps like an fbi agent, palms braced to the table. there's a thread here, but she can't quite untangle it. she's staring at a pile of shit that says shit like

crabs incident-- bruised like a peach worth biting-- violet like violence??

red tights. tingly. carnelian little carnivore.

track two. treasure.

persephone's hall pass.

seventh grade & as many minutes in limbo. shoulda ripped off band aid.

mage in a mink coat.

well, that last one--

"you dumpster diving now? hard times."

fuck! fuck. told you, rat blood. appearing out of nowhere with no noise no notice to then become the loudest thing in the room. he's like thunderclap, this fucko, like a spontaneous combustion.

he also doesn't even recognize his own handwriting, seems like. she blushes, furious. doesn't know why.

"community service. they have me picking up the trailer trash's trailer trash."

"snitty!" he shoves the bag of chips he's holding at her--an offering, he can't do anything normal around her--and reaches for one of the scraps. lacy watches him like a scientist watching a guinea pig for brain activity-- and his eyes go all wide and panicky. "wait."

"eddie-- hey!" but he's scrambling now, going for all the little pieces of writing she'd been trying to arrange on the table like a pointless puzzle. "don't--"

"where'd you get all this shit, huh?! going through my pockets now, is that it? like a cop?"

"i-- hey, don't you fucking dare-- look, you shed!"

"i shed?"

"you shed. you've got shit falling out of that stupid, enormous nerd binder every goddamn day because you just shove shit in there and don't organize anything, and i wasn't gonna stand around and let you just litter everywhere and--" now it's her turn to be like. wait. crosses her arms, eyes narrow, she's mother superior serving nailed ya bitch. "--why are you all skittish?"

"huh?"

"it's just-- trash, right?" she snatches a burger wrapper out of his grasp. oh this is delish.

"yeah," he grabs, but she's holding it behind her back and god her face is like stupid smirky, "but it's my trash. my--giveit--private... trash."

eddie munson is blushing.

"who's the mage?"

"the fucking.... the what?"

little crinkle as she unfolds a piece torn off a brown paper bag. "mage in a mink coat. who's that?"

"nobody."

"i have a mink coat."

"oh. does that really say mage? 'coz it should say mange." he's such an asshole. she's grinning so wide.

everyone says revenge is a dish best served cold but she bets she could use eddie munson's cheeks as a hotplate and eat right off 'em. it'd taste so much better. lobster bisque. filet mignon. michelin star.

"have you been writing about me, munson?"

his face is all stone-set, mouth all i can't fucking believe this and eyes all i'd cut the brake lines in her van if she wasn't the one scamming rides off me all the time. "li'l miss my life is incomplete without eddie munson wants to talk?"

"called you a neanderthal in the next sentence. don't forget that."

"you're such a beastie."

"carnelian little carnivore, you wrote."

"what makes you so sure it's all about you, huh?"

"context clues."

he glances down. she is, in fact, wearing the aforementioned tingly-feeling-inspiring red tights again today. shit.

"what happened in seventh grade?" she's pointing to the scrap in his hand, one he's managed to keep out of her snatchy little fingers.

she doesn't remember anything significant about seventh grade. but he does, and a knot tightens in his chest and he's about to lie and say something crass about my fist, a stopwatch and a view of you from underneath the bleachers at cheerleading practice-- then final bell rings.

"that is for me to know--"

"--and for me to die ignorant?" she's an active listener.

"precisely, you wench. now get the fuck outta here, i got hellfire."

lacy leaves the scraps.

"i will find out, y'know."

he knows. "you're like a bitch with a bone that way."

"the bitchiest."

#powder room talk #Anonymous #eddie munson x reader #hai brainrot #e. munson by powder #blurbs #honestly i thnik this helped me get out of my tiny writer's block for next chapter so THANK YOU i WILL be referencing back to this #lacy_as_charlie_day_as_charlie_kelly_pepe_silvia.gif #love u so much nonny #also-- i have to add that these dont reference eddie's 'dear whoevers' in the chapters bc i feel like that's his internal monologue #more than Writing Anything Down. my nonsensical shorthand king <33333333 #l. doevski by powder