#summer event

event info: while I’m on vacation, I can’t help but miss writing for yall.. so this is an excuse for me to keep giving you guys fics, and making sure everyone’s in the summer mood !!

I’ve come up with a lot of ideas already, but would love to hear from you guys if you have ideas! Send a request and specify it’s for the summer event 🩵🧡

DISCO LIGHTS ✔︎

Dick Grayson x Reader

HONEYMOON GLOW

Bruce Wayne x Wife!Reader

RED AS A LOBSTER

Jason Todd x Reader

BACKROADS AND HEARTBEATS

Roy Harper x Reader

more to come..

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next, of course, are pajamas. what are sleepovers without them?

at a sleepover, the most important component is of course pajamas. each party member attending always brings their best, most royally comfortable and cute pair of pjs to show off. the very same can be said for the situation at hand.

initially, you were unsure what type of pajamas to even purchase for rielle. the only preference he really had for sleepwear was that they had shorts for the bottoms, which only helped a little. theming was important, it shows the true character of a person. and you didn’t want to simply get him a pair with mermaids on it, that’s too basic! he should have cute and simple ones to wear, with something that says more about him than that he’s a mermaid.

which is precisely why you went with what you knew.

your final choice was a hello kitty pajama set. while somewhat plain, it was totally breathable and comfortable. perfect for snuggling under the blankets while you enjoyed your movie night.

you shoved the clothing into rielle’s arms, urging him to put them on quickly to continue the streak of fun you were having. soon, you heard a loud thud coming from the bathroom as an “ow!” followed suit. though, it wasn’t long before he came barreling out of the bathroom to show off his outfit.

“do you like them?”

“like them? i love them!” he gushed, grabbing at the bottom of the shirt to take another look at the mascot. “hello kitty is so cute, why haven’t you shown me her before?”

“never really came up.” you admitted, “totally a childhood staple though.”

“wow, your world really had some amazing shows. i kinda wish i was there to enjoy the trends myself.”

“well, here there’s a lot of similar enough media or fads to my world,” then you pointed to his pajamas. “just like that hello kitty set you’re wearing.”

while you did appear happy, there was something about your tone of voice. sure, twisted wonderland was great. magic, unexpected friendships, interesting adventures — it was nothing like your home. there wasn’t the same security or mundanity that your world had, but maybe that was okay. even so, yearning for a home that you have no certainty to return to can be taxing.

without saying a word, he came closer, wrapping his arms around you with his head to your chest. “i’m really glad that you can at least get a little taste of home, then.”

smiling to yourself, you muttered. “me too.”

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Jasper Hale x Reader

Summer Event

Summer Event Masterlist

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The first time your little sibling asked if you and Jasper were dating, you almost dropped your mug. The question came completely out of nowhere during a quiet afternoon at the Cullen house.

You had been sitting on the living room couch, half-listening to Alice explain her latest fashion plans while Jasper sat beside you, reading a book. You felt warm and relaxed, utterly caught up in the easy comfort of the moment, until the peaceful atmosphere was shattered instantly when your sibling looked up from the floor and asked, "So, are you two dating yet?" For a split second, your heartbeat lurched, and a wave of embarrassment flooded your cheeks, nerves tangling in your stomach as you tried to process if you had really heard those words.

The room fell silent. You stared. Alice's grin appeared immediately. Emmett nearly choked laughing. Even Jasper looked visibly caught off guard.

"What?" you asked. Your sibling rolled their eyes as if you were the one being ridiculous.

"You and Jasper."

"We aren't dating."

"Okay." The way they said it made it clear they didn't believe you.

"We're not," you insisted.

Your sibling, who was all of twelve and had a talent for cutting straight to the heart of things, pointed between you and Jasper. "You always sit together."

"We're friends."

"You smile whenever he walks into a room."

You opened your mouth. Then you closed it. Because that one was unfortunately true. The grin spreading across Alice's face wasn't helping. Your sibling looked entirely too pleased with themselves.

"That's what I thought."

Before you could respond, they jumped up and ran into another room. The moment they disappeared, Emmett burst out laughing. You buried your face in your hands. "I am never bringing them here again." Beside you, Jasper let out a quiet chuckle, his shoulders loosening. The sound made your heart skip for reasons you preferred not to examine.

The questions didn’t stop. If anything, they became worse.

A week later, your sibling cornered you in the kitchen while you were making lunch. "Do you like Jasper?"

You sighed. "No."

That answer came a little too quickly. Your sibling narrowed their eyes. "You're lying."

"I'm not."

"You totally are."

You pointed a spoon at them. "I am older than you."

"And?"

"And that means you should listen to me."

Your sibling shrugged. "It doesn't mean you're not in love with Jasper."

You groaned loudly enough to make them laugh. Unfortunately, they weren't the only ones who noticed things. You weren't entirely blind. You saw the way Jasper looked at you sometimes. The soft smiles. The subtle way he always seemed to move closer whenever you entered a room. The way his emotions settled whenever you were near. Sometimes, you caught him watching you with a gaze both cautious and strangely hopeful, as if he was trying to find the right words but didn’t trust his own voice. You wondered if he knew just how much those moments meant, or if maybe he was caught in his own whirlwind of nerves, too. Sometimes you caught the faintest flicker of calm that radiated from him, almost like the steady hush that followed his presence at a tense family gathering.

Jasper's ability, the unique gift he carried from his old Texas days as a newborn and honed by years with the Cullens, let him sense and soothe the emotional currents in any room. Sometimes you caught glimpses of that old Major Whitlock at the edge of his eyes, the haunted look left over from battlefields and decades spent tracking the Volturi’s movements across the South. But around you, his presence always felt gentler, steadier than when he calmed Rosalie after a temper or eased tension before another one of Carlisle’s endless family meetings. It was as if your presence itself made it easy for him to lower his guard and let the peace linger between you, something he never quite managed with anyone else.

And, in a strange way, your sibling seemed to notice all of this, too. Beneath all their relentless questions and teasing, there was a real care driving them. Maybe they admired Jasper, how steady he always was, or maybe they just wanted you to be as happy as you looked when he was around. Their determination to push you together felt less like meddling and more like a protective urge, a way of making sure you got the happiness they believed you deserved.

Jasper had always been difficult to read compared to the rest of his family. But with you, there were moments when his walls slipped. Moments when you caught glimpses of something more. Something that made your pulse race.

One evening, you found yourself alone with Jasper on the back porch. The forest stretched endlessly beyond the clearing, painted gold by the setting sun. For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence between you was comfortable. It always had been. You sat beside him on the porch steps, watching the sky darken.

Then Jasper suddenly said, "Your little sibling keeps asking me if we’re dating."

You immediately groaned. "No."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I'm afraid so."

Your entire face heated. "They did not."

"They absolutely did."

You covered your face with your hands. "This is humiliating."

Jasper laughed softly, and his whole face seemed to brighten. It was a warm, genuine laugh. "I thought it was kind of sweet."

"Of course you did."

His smile lingered, soft and unreadable. For a moment, neither of you looked away. Something shifted in the air. A quiet tension that neither of you acknowledged. Eventually, you looked back toward the trees. You could still feel his gaze.

As the weeks passed, things only became more complicated. Your feelings for Jasper grew stronger. Every smile made your stomach flutter. Every accidental touch left you thinking about it for hours. You tried convincing yourself that nothing would ever happen. Jasper was patient, careful, and often hesitant when it came to matters of the heart. Still, sometimes you caught him watching you when he thought you weren’t looking, his gaze softening just for a heartbeat before he glanced away. There were fleeting moments when his hand would linger a fraction longer than necessary, or when a gentle warmth seemed to settle around you both, as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know how. Once, you felt his fingers brush against yours on the back of the couch. He hesitated, as though he might actually take your hand, an unspoken question flickering in his eyes.

For a moment, it seemed like he would close the distance between you, but then he looked away, tension tightening his shoulders. The silence that followed was heavy with everything neither of you could bring yourselves to say. Even so, you doubted he felt the same way. Until Alice proved otherwise.

One afternoon, you walked into the Cullen house and found Alice sitting alone in the living room. The moment she saw you, she grinned. That was never a good sign.

"What?" you asked cautiously. Alice tilted her head.

"You make Jasper happy." Alice paused, then let out a soft laugh. "You know, I have never seen him linger in a room just for the chance of hearing someone laugh, except with you."

You froze. "What?"

Her smile softened. "I've known Jasper for a very long time."

You listened carefully.

"There were years when he smiled because he thought he should. Years when he felt guilty for every mistake he'd ever made."

A warmth settled in your chest. Alice glanced toward the staircase. "Then you showed up."

You followed her gaze. "And now?"

Alice's smile widened. "Now he smiles because he wants to. She paused, her eyes twinkling with that trademark mischief. You suddenly wondered just how many of those convenient moments you found yourself alone with Jasper were actually Alice’s doing. It would be just like her, slipping out of rooms, inventing errands, and offering knowing looks to both of you at precisely the right moments. You caught the faintest hint of a wink, as if she knew exactly what she was up to all along."

Everything finally came to a head because of your sibling. Again. This time, though, the moment led somewhere neither of you could ignore. You had been walking home together after spending the day with the Cullens. The evening air was cool, and the forest path was quiet.

Your sibling kicked a stone down the trail before suddenly asking, "Can I ask you something?"

You immediately became suspicious. "No."

"That's not how questions work."

You sighed. "What is it?"

They looked entirely too innocent. "When are you going to admit you're in love with Jasper?"

You stopped walking. "Oh, my god."

"What?"

"You never stop."

"Because I'm right."

Before you could respond, your sibling's eyes widened. A grin spread across their face. You turned around. Jasper stood a few feet away. Apparently, he had heard everything. Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. You considered throwing yourself into the nearest river.  Your sibling looked delighted. "I'll give you two some privacy." Then they ran. Actually ran. Leaving you alone. Traitor.

The silence stretched between you. You couldn't bring yourself to meet Jasper's eyes. Then he quietly said your name. You looked up. His expression was nervous, almost hesitant. A rare sight. "I think your sibling may have a point."

Your heart nearly stopped. "What?"

Jasper took a small step closer. Then another. Golden eyes met yours. Steady. Hopeful. "I care about you," he said softly, his voice low and steady. Every word felt carefully chosen. "I care about you more than I ever intended to." Your breath caught. For a moment, neither of you moved. Then Jasper smiled, and the change was unmistakable. A genuine smile that reached his eyes. "I've wanted to ask you out for a long time." You couldn't stop smiling. "Then why didn't you?" A faint blush appeared on his cheeks. Something only possible because he had recently fed.

"I was afraid."

You laughed quietly. "Jasper Hale afraid of asking someone on a date?"

"You'd be surprised."

Your smile widened. "So what happens now?"

His gaze softened. "Now I ask properly."

He gently took your hand. The gesture felt surprisingly intimate. His thumb brushed across your knuckles.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?"

The answer came instantly. "Yes."

Relief flooded his face, and he visibly relaxed. The tension disappeared from his shoulders. For the first time all evening, he looked completely at ease. Completely happy. You stared at him for a moment before smiling. "I've never seen you this happy before." Jasper looked down at your joined hands, then back at you, his expression softening. The look in his eyes made your heart melt. "That's because," he said quietly, "I've never had a reason to be." Then he squeezed your hand.

Somewhere in the distance, your little sibling's triumphant cheering echoed through the trees. They had probably been hiding nearby the whole time. It should have been annoying. A moment later, your sibling’s voice carried through the branches: "Told you so! Next time, just listen to your genius sibling, okay?" You could practically hear the grin in their words. As you and Jasper laughed, you could not help but wonder what other embarrassing questions your sibling would ask in the future, and what new adventures awaited the three of you now that everything had changed. For once, you found yourself looking forward to whatever came next.

CultLeader!Geto x Devotee!Reader Smut | Semi-Public Cult Leader Geto takes advantage of you in the boredom of summer and has his way with you in the main hall.

A big thank you to @unintentionalseductress for hosting this delicious event. Also a HUGE ASS thank you to @ominouslywritinginmyhead for editing. I don't know how to comma. Thank u for saving me I owe you my life.

To all the girls that hate the summer, and loathe the heat. 

The ice cube slowly melted against your heated skin as Geto pushed it down your neck to your shoulder. 

It had just been a few minutes since he’d called you away from the window and watched as you sauntered over to him, sweat dripping down your neck and disappearing into your cleavage, out of his sight. You had been praying for a sign of the promised thunderstorm forecast earlier in the day, but the horizon had been bright as ever and Geto was irritated by the blinding light of the sun. 

Hello everyone! I have been thinking of ways to engage to art/writing community more, and encourage aspiring artists and creators to be more active this summer! I really want to make my page a place where EVERYONE feels included, and can get appreciation and support for their creations.

That’s why I have decided to host a Resident Evil Summer Event! The event will take place this July, and have two prompts a week. Writers and artists alike are encouraged to participate! With summer coming full speed ahead, I encourage ANYONE to take part and show off your creative juices! Now, without further ado, let’s jump to the rules!