The Thing That Gets Me About About Barbie Is That Barbie Land Wasn’t Even Purposefully A Matriarchy,

Honestly I don't understand a thing on this app

Could you do one where the reader doesn't smoke or like the smell of cigs and eddie tries not to smoke around her? Bc I think he would be that kind of boyfriend ): even if the reader doesn't really care he tries his best

for you ♡ gn!reader | 0.6k words

Eddie's sitting with his legs kicked out on the back door. You lean against the wall behind him and cross your arms over your chest. 

"Whatcha doing?" you ask quietly, a little worried that he'd left for the bathroom and hadn't made it back yet. 

He flinches in surprise and almost burns himself with the cigarette held between his fingers as he drops his head back to look at you upside down. "Fancy seeing you here." 

You grin and gesture for him to move over so you can sit beside him. He looks reluctant to let you, shuffling slowly to the side. You stretch your legs out over the steps, the cold threshold biting through your pajama pants to hurt your thighs. 

"It's freezing out here, Eds." 

He flicks ash into an ashtray to his left, body faced away from you. "I don't feel it like you do." 

You snort. "Why, you got some super power I don't know about that keeps you warm?" 

"Something like that." 

You smile at him and drop your face against your shoulder to look up at the black sky searchingly. There, nestled, a blinking pulse behind ribs, a single white star. You lean toward Eddie to point it out with your hand already aloft and he moves away from you. 

You stare at him. His face is unyielding.

"Eddie, have I done something?" Your hurt feelings echo.

His laugh is uneasy. "Why would you think that?" he asks, an attempt at casualness that doesn't work. 

"I don't know," you say, sounding likely more mad than you ever have with him, the sting of his rejection blistering, "because my boyfriend keeps disappearing and now he won't let me touch him?" 

Eddie stubs his cigarette out blindly, reaching for your forearm. He curls his fingers around your pulse point with an apologetic smile. "You can touch me whenever you want." 

You huff and look down at your feet. "Whatever," you mumble. There's obviously something he's not saying and that's fine, if he doesn't want to tell you he doesn't have to, but you don't have to pretend everything's okay either. 

"Sweetheart." 

You force your knees together, cold and annoyed. 

"Sweetheart." 

"Eddie, if I did something wrong-" 

"You didn't, I swear, I- I just don't want to smoke around you, okay? That's why I'm out here. It's not to get away from you. I'm just… putting space between you and the cigs," he tries, voice lilting up hopefully. 

His thumb smooths over your wrist. 

You peek up at him and feel a little better when he looks genuinely sorry. "What?" 

"Passive smoking is really bad for you." 

You look between both of his eyes. "So you're not mad at me?" 

"For what?" he tugs your arm until your shoulders shake. "Oh. Actually, I'm furious. Have you realised you're getting prettier lately? It's weird, 'cos personally I didn't think you could get any prettier, but-" 

"Oh god," you say, dropping your head into his shoulder. 

"That's what I thought, too." 

You hide your smile in his t-shirt sleeve. "I don't care if you smoke around me. I can't say I like the smell, but…" 

He works his fingers between yours and leans towards you like you're telling secrets. "Well, you know, I kind of care. A lot. About you." 

"I know." 

"I should fucking hope so." 

You rub your face into his arm and he drops his head on top of yours, the two of you looking up at the same time.

"See that one?" he murmurs. 

"To the left?" 

"Yeah." 

"Yeah, I see it." 

He dots a kiss against your forehead, smelling a little of smoke and a lot like everything else, his sandalwood and deodorant, his last cup of coffee. The star blink-blink-blinks.

chronically online

☆. contains: satoru gojo x gn!reader; a meet-cute with a handsome stanger on the bus, fluff!! and a lot of smiles bc that's all i know to write about, he's an office boy in this just for the fun of it + this is for you my love @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat<33 thank you for this cute little idea this belongs to you!!! wc: 1.5k

the afternoon sun is warm on your skin as you take a second to relax against the bus window. the music booming from your headphones sounds extra crisp today and the shuffle seems to be on your side – only playing the right songs today, letting you completely forget the existence of a skip button.

you can faintly hear the bus doors beep through the music and you hum to yourself, so ready to complete the rest of your errands and to reward yourself with a sweet cup of coffee from your favourite cafe.

your eyes are set on the cars and the traffic on the other side of the window until a body enters your peripheral. turning your head, you go to investigate the motion and what you see almost gives you a brain anerysm.

a man, seemingly your age, panting and heaving with flushed cheeks is staring right back at you. his cheeks are a dark red hue and his eyes are crystal blue – nothing like you've ever seen before. he's grasping onto the pole next to the door as they closely shut behind him and he's smiling.

a smile that most certainly belongs in a museum. he's showing you his teeth and his pretty pink lips and you gulp, suddenly feeling a bit warm yourself. it's a sheepish grin – a bit embarrassed maybe, but bright, oh so bright nonetheless.

a few of his snow white hairs cling to his forehead and his free hand moves to loosen the black tie around his neck, taking in big deep breaths to level his breathing.

the eye contact lasts way longer than it should – especially between complete strangers but it doesn't feel awkward nor weird. the butterflies in your stomach being the main argument here.

the bus jolts as it starts moving forward and his eyes flick away from yours for just a second, scanning the surroundings – and you swear the tips of his ears grow a tad darker when he spots the free spot right across from you. he shuffles past a few other people and plops down, tugging his briefcase onto his lap. from the corner of your eye, you spot a dash of color – pink socks with little bows on them, from underneath his black slacks and you hold back a laugh. he seems to notice your observation and even though he thought he couldn't get any more flustered... he can. he let's out a shy laugh under his breath before locking his eyes onto the ground.

feeling a bit nervous from the interaction yourself, you decide to divert your gaze outside and back to the various cars passing by.

you feel his eyes on you the second they're there – his gaze is not for the weak. it's heavy and it's curious; he takes in your freckles and your outfit, the way your eyes catch the sun and the way you subconciously bop your head to your music. he hugs his briefcase closer to his chest as he feels his heart grow twice in size.

without moving your head, you glance back at him and your eyes meet again. he offers you another bashful grin and you can't help but mirror it, letting the corners of your lips tug upward toward your ears. his only widens even more and a pair of dimples appear. a coo theatens to slip from the back of your throat but you manage to keep it in. he's beautiful. he can't sit still for the life of him – his leg bounces, the rush from the run and the rush from the beautiful stranger running through his body. his fingers dig into the material of his little bag as he tries to keep his excitement down.

for eight minutes, you steal glances of each other. sometimes meeting, sometimes not. the smiles and the butterflies stay. the warmth in both of your cheeks stay until he his eyes widen and he turn to look behind him at the monitor displaying the stops. his head whips to the street outside and he let's out an inaudible gasp before hastily pushing himself onto his feet, his briefcase almost falling in the process. you lean to catch it but he does it before you, rewarding you with a small thank you! anyway.

he stumbles toward the door as he keeps his eyes on you, bumping into another passanger and immediately showering the guy with quiet apologies. you quietly laugh behind your hand and his chest blooms with pride – proud to have made you laugh, even if it's at his own misfortune.

the bus comes to a halt but he finds it hard to leave. you're a stranger but he wants to count the freckles that adorn your face. you're a stranger but he wants to listen to what you listen. you're a stranger but he's already addicted to making you laugh – he doesn't want to leave.

you've turned your whole body toward him in the meanwhile, seemingly just as distraught as he is about your sudden goodbye. your eyes shine so brightly as you stare back at him, pleading to make him promise that you'll see each other again.

the doors beep and he's about to be caught in between them—

"I LIKE YOUR SMILE!"

it comes out so loud that almost the whole entire tram turns around and if you felt warm before – you're burning now. he seems surprised by his own tone as he steps out of the machine, eyes still glued to yours. he's not embarrased and neither are you – this is probably the most romantic thing you've ever experienced in your whole life (and this is only the beginning).

you glance to the front of the bus and spot a red light through the window – the world is on your side. turning your head back, he's still there, standing tall behind the glass doors, one hand clutching the handle of his briefcase while the other twitches beside his body. he's considering just ditching work and breaking through the doors just to spend another moment with you.

he's pulled from his disgustingly romantic thoughts when he sees your lips move. he locks in and tries to mouth along to make sure he understands what you're trying to tell him.

"eye... laai.. k... yu.. s" his eyes squint and his eyebrows furrow as he leans his body closer to the door – you almost hear the confused huh that bursts from his lips. it only makes you laugh even more, head dipping back and your body ripples with warmth.

you hear the bus start up again and you quickly focus back on him, afraid that it'll take off before he gets your message.

to emphasize your words, you try to sign with them. you point to yourself as you mouth the word i, your fingers move into a makeshift heart as you mouth the word like and you point to him—

the bus jolts again and you speed your last movement.

you point to him and then back at your own mouth – smile.

for good measure, the handsome stranger says the words out loud once more and he gets it now! he wants to repeat it back to you but before he can, the bus takes off - leaving him with the sight of you grinning as wave him goodbye.

he watches the machine disappear into the traffic until he feels his phone vibrate in his chest pocket. he pulls it out and unlocks it without ever looking at it, he raises it to his ear as he floats in his little daydream—

"tell me you're at least on your way, gojo." he hears his coworker sigh deeply into the phone, he almost feels it. the stranger shakes his head, letting his white curls flow in the wind as he tries to get back to his day.

"yeah-yeah, i'm literally about to step inside, nanami." another sigh emits from the other side of the call. "by the way, do you want coffee? i know you do. i'll get you something, don't even worry about it."

"how are you going to buy coffee when you're about to step insi-"

the stranger ends the call, cutting of his coworker with a smile. the sun warms his head and his heart as he wonders whether you like coffee too. he feels like the only person in the world in this moment – the birds are singing, the gentle wind is blowing, his coworker will most likely cover for him and the sweet drinks and the pastries he's about to buy will taste divine, he just knows it.

he promises himself that he will take the same bus the tomorrow and the day after tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that – he's gonna see that smile again.

When will you upload something? I'm anxious to read something from you:((

i honestly didn't even know someone would notice my absence lmao

I'm sorry, i have trouble finishing my draft (and i have many of them!)

also I'm kind of busy at the moment but i have a lot of things to publish; i can't give you a proper date I'm sorry

but I'm glad to see that you like my writings! thank you! it means a lot to me <3

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Nighttime Nostalgia (Tim Klitz)

Pairing: Tim Klitz x GN!Reader (romantic)

Word count: 1016

Description: Klitz brings Y/N out to a park for a nighttime hangout. Y/N soon questions why Klitz chose this park specifically.

Tags: slight fluff, first kiss, embarrassed Klitz, Klitz's first name, confession, light language

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The sun had set a couple of hours ago. Darkness covered the park in a blanket of obscurity. Sitting on top of the play structure, you and Klitz said nothing. You didn’t feel the need to say anything and neither did he. Comfortable silences were not uncommon between you two, you liked that about your friendship. 

You would steal occasional glances over to Klitz, but each time you looked, he was just staring into the dark sky, not looking at anything in particular. For a reason you knew very well, this troubled you. You didn’t want Klitz to look at the sky, you wanted him to look at you. 

“Is there any reason you wanted to come here in particular, Klitzy? I know it’s close, but so are, like, five other parks,” you said, trying to break the quiet as gently as you could. Klitz had suggested you come here to watch the sunset, not just to a park, but this one. 

Klitz looked at you, eyebrows raised calmly. 

“Oh, I don’t know,” he responded. “Yeah, I guess it’s just close.” You could tell he was lying. Klitz had a tell that you had quickly learned to identify. He would look down at his hands and slightly clench his fists before he lied to you. His lying about something so small bothered you.

“Is that so,” you replied, a slight questioning tone in your voice.

He did it again. “Yep, it’s just close.” You took a deep breath. If he doubled down, you knew it had to be juicy, but you also could tell he was a little embarrassed. You and Klitz had been friends since you were in diapers, so the fact he was doing this was weird. A small idea tickled the back of your brain, it was stupid, but you were also shit out of ideas.

You stood up from your sitting position and hopped off the play structure. Klitz looked a little surprised at your sudden movement but didn’t say anything. You then started to slowly walk around the playground, keeping a close eye on Klitz’s face. Your steps were long, but they were slow. You kept an eye on Klitz’s reactions as you moved around the park. 

As you made your way towards the monkey bars, Klitz’s expression changed slightly. He looked down at his face and, even though you couldn’t see the color, his posture gave away his blush. You then walked up to them and sat next to the ladder. You motioned your head to beckon over Klitz. He visibly sighed but got up to join you. He walked a little reluctantly and sat on the opposite side of the monkey bars. 

You smiled at him, an air of mischief on your face. 

“So, Klitz, why this park?” You looked at Klitz expectantly, and he huffed at you. He now knew how easily you had read him, just how quickly you had picked up what he was desperately trying to hide. 

“It’s kinda embarrassing,” he muttered, his arms crossed over his chest. You stood slightly and then sat directly across from him. 

“Now you can whisper,” you whispered to him, a big smile on your face. Klitz couldn’t hold back his laughter at the sight of you. 

“Ok, ok,” he surrendered. “You asked for it.” He adjusted his glasses nervously, and you could now see the blush in his cheeks. He looked up at the monkey bars with nostalgia in his eyes. 

“One time, when we were five, our parents brought us here.” You looked at him, expectant curiosity on your face. You tried to conjure up a memory like that, but nothing appeared.

“We were sitting and talking under the monkey bars, and our moms ran back to the car to get a bottle of water, or something, I can’t remember.” He laughed a little. “As soon as they had gone far enough away, you turned to me, and…you kissed me.” 

Now it was your turn to blush. Klitz had brought you to a park where you had kissed him when you were five. That sentence was all you needed to piece things together. 

“I guess some stupid part of me thought bringing you here would,” Klitz sighed a little. “That it would make you wanna kiss me again.” As that last part entered your brain, you leaned towards Klitz and closed the gap between you.

It was a small kiss, your lips met him and you sat there for a second. He leaned back in surprise but you followed him. Before long, he leaned forward again, into you. After a couple of seconds, you pulled away. 

“Something like that,” you asked. Klitz’s face was bright red and his glasses had slid down his nose. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to put any pressure on you, it was a stupid thing to-” You put your finger to Klitz’s lips to silence him. 

“You didn’t pressure me, doofus. It just wasn’t a bad idea is all,” you said confidently, it felt nice to look like the cool one in this situation.

Inside though, you were screaming. You had wanted your first kiss with Klitz to be a little more special than in the middle of a park. You had liked Klitz since middle school, and this is how you showed it? However, the more you thought about it, the more special it felt. A park from your childhood under the stars, and Klitz, who looked just as flustered as you felt. 

The blushing boy before you had never looked more beautiful. The light of the moon lit up his face as he looked at you with such intense emotion burning in his eyes. He smiled slightly as he parted his lips to speak. 

“I really like you, Y/N,” he said, shrinking the gap between your faces as he got closer to you. The way he looked at your lips expectantly screamed at you that he wanted you to kiss him again. 

“I think I feel the same way, Tim,” you smiled, resting your lips on his once more.

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A/N: I was so excited to write for Klitz! I'm in the middle of my Paul Dano phase right now, so I'm simping hard rn. Also, if you can't tell by this fic and the last one, I'm enamored with dates under the stars, nighttime is just so nice :)

Creep!Ethan Landry x GN!Reader

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Yeah uh so I don't have internet anymore I don't know why but it's lagging and I'm in 4g so (06/08/2023) (494 words, yeah, it's nothing)

Ethan smiles brightly, his hands supporting his face with his elbows settled strongly in the mattress. He's on his front, chest flat against the soft of his bed and he dangles his legs in the air like a schoolboy in love, which is a perfect comparison.

His eyes are glued to his phone and he laughs childishly. He's happy, so happy he feels his body shaking with utter joy.

You're almost naked, just a bottom with no top, no shirt or anything. Just your bare chest as you're alone in your room with the curtains closed. A frustrated scowl on your face.

You probably don't understand why your computer is lagging that much, and you're too preoccupied in trying to fix it that you don't notice the little red dot next to the camera.

Ethan giggles, biting his lower lip. He lays his head on his shoulder and waits for more of your reaction.

You grab your phone and send a vocal message to your friend,feeling your patience run out:

"I still can't get pass the blue screen ? Could you come later to help me? I really need to finish that essay or I'll think I'll drop school forever.

An answer does not come long after. Chad was who you were talking to. He sends you a vocal as well:

-I don't know much about computer but I've got a friend who can help you maybe, my roommate. Ethan, you know ? He's a little nerdy.

Ethan plunges head first in his cushion, hugging too hard the soft material and screaming in it, hitting his legs on the mattress.

He raises back up at light speed and grab his phone harshly, eyes tearing holes in your face, awaiting for your answer.

-Yeah, I mean, I don't know this Ethan but if he's your friend I trust him. He's used to computer ?

-Yeah, yeah. A true genius in this domain. I'll give you his number if you want.

-That'd be really nice, thanks Chad."

He stares as you throw your phone on your desk and sigh before stretching your arms and back. His eyes never leave your chest before a smile split his face.

Ethan falls face first in his cushion, eyes closed shut. He looks at his legs and watch as they tremble. He laughs and grab at his phone.

Chad recommended him to you! Chad will give you his number !

He never heard you pronounce his name before and it just scratch his brain so good. You're made to say his name and only his over and over again, he thinks.

Ethan is horny. He'll probably jerk off waching you sleep, again. And he's sad because he'll have to lie to you in order to keep the virus in your computer, even thought you'll call him to remove it. Ethan hates lying to you, but it's necessary.

Now, he'll wait to see when you'll notice the camera in your living room.