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seven-stars-in-his-palm · 19 days

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analyzing some images (for fun)

so i found this pair of promotion images for good omens season 1 on the good omens reference library server and it’s hooked me so so bad im having feelings about it. we’re analyzing them now. not really for meta purposes just fun to see the parallels and differences :)

everything under the cut !

unique traits

aziraphale:

1) his plank background. its older, its crisp, it smells like wood from the screen. mmmm

2) the pencil shavings at the bottom. he does a lot of writing honestly, so i like this. also adds a messy and cozy vibe he always seems to have in that shop…. i like that blessed shop fr

3) his SUSHI. little soy sauce drops near it too—just the right amount of deliberate mess. our first formal introduction to aziraphale in the present day and beginning the Tomfoolery just happens to have sushi... i watch that scene and i go “yeah, that sums up aziraphale i suppose” very nicely. (they dont have sushi Up There) (im literally never gonna forget that)

4) the ray of light shining on the scene. tiny thing, but a bit of the heaven is peeking through..it also sort of blurs the whole image but i think thats just me.

5) and we’ve saved the best for last: the big whopper. the nice and accurate prophecies of agnes nutter, witch. I LOVE THAT BOOK!!!!!!! i cant remember if that ring stain was there but if it isnt in the show on the actual book i’d assume thats to add that ‘thy cocoa doth grow cold’ thing. ALSO. you know what’s being used as a bookmark in the pages?? a check for the ritz. he bookmarked their one chance for living . with a ritz check . MMMMMM. my GOD. that means so much to me even if i cant convey it in words. he KEEPS THE CHECKS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

crowley:

1) let me get my favorite out of the way. crowley’s glasses have fire in their reflection. we’ll talk about the glasses themselves later but the REFLECTION IN THEM. fucking FIRE, BOOKSHOP fire, PAIN, SRIVING THROUGH THE M-25, HELL, I DONT KNOWIM HAVING FEELINGS!!! i do believe this is a bookshop fire reference though, the flames feel too Familiar. the lengths people will go to to attack others 🤧

2) the leather seat background!!!!!!! probably meant to look similar to the bentley’s seats but i cant recall their texture, exactly. maybe just meant to convey modernness—unsure. still, its there <3

3) the tiny little crisp plant </3 its trying his damned best to stay perfect. it might a specific plant that means something, but i cant tell at thsi angle, so i’ll assume its a mini version of the ficus he keeps in the flat. its so SMALL and sitting in ANOTHER POT i CANT

4) the snake slithering!! black and red (in this image it looks orange lol) bellied scales!!!! slithering there, chilling, being crowley, showing hints. love it

5) QUEEN RECORD!!!!! TRYING TO OVERRIDE IT WITH TCHAIKOVSKY!!!!!! the tape over it does a reminisence to crowley’s handwriting, but in a clean ‘this made made to be a font’ way. not exactly just yet. ive become a fan of tchaikovsky recently. amazing darling wonderful crowley, trying to push the rock up the hill for eternity 😞

6) HIS LITTLE DEMON KEY THING. HOLDING A TINY LITTLE BENTLEY CAR KEY OHHH. thats how he doesnt lose the tiny key despite probably not needing one of those. and he CHOSE that intentionally probably. little wings and red circle….URGHHHHHHH

similarities

mmmmm now here’s the good shit. similarities! i’ll bullet point most of them but ohhhhh. ohhhh these. i’ll go from top to bottom as best i can….

1) one of their shoes, obviously. crowley has them iconic snakeskin shoes while aziraphale has his old loafers like the old loafer he is /pos

2) chateauneuf de pape wine bottle labels! (crowley’s is under his glasses, aziraphale’s is next to his shoe). oh my fucking god theyre MATCHING. the labels are old, battered, of course labeling the drink’s age, but mmmmm its these tiny details that get me going….

3) their respective drinks in their mugs—crowley’s a black mug coffee (or what looks to be coffee) and aziraphale’s angel mug tea (or what looks to be tea). i think about that mug sometimes. where did he get that from?? mystery for the ages….

4) their glasses, of course. crowley’s iconic sunglasses and aziraphale’s reading spectacles. i cant really tell the reflections in this pair, but if its supposed to be fucking fire, im done with this. im giving up forever

5) their own watches! aziraphale’s is visibily older while crowley’s is visibly modern, but they function just the same. also, crowley’s is set to 2:56:59 (presumably PM), which is around the time we see when crowley starts checking his watch at warlock’s birthday party. its almost time for disaster to strike!! 😃

6) and finally….their ties!! they have their own ties!!! or more accurately, neck accessories, but i digress. i mesn i assume its crowley’s neck tie, because the fabric looks… different. either way, crowley’s neck thingie is very whispy and aziraphale has his funky little bowtie i love so much,,,

okay thats it. there’s no canonical implications, any fantheories, none of the sort. just saw a pair of images and my mind went GOD DAMN!!!!!! theyre very important to me. i need to look at more promo material 😔

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable spouses #dont have an analyzing tag so. this is it for now

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emmalandry · 4 months

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𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟽: 𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡

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Gf!Ethan sneaking into your bedroom, costume clad body stalking around in the dark waiting to pounce on you.

It’s a little past 11 pm and he creeps down the hall to your room and peaks through the crack. He sees your fingers stuffed beneath your panties as you whimper and whine. “E-ethan.” You moan out his name so sweetly.

How’s he meant to hold back when you’re spread out so deliciously, and all for him? Wow. He must be one lucky man.

The door flies open and your eyes go wide as the large masked figure stalks its way towards you and you rip your fingers from your cunt.

“W-what do you want?” You voice is shaking with fear. “Please Mr.Ghostface, don’t kill me. i’ll do anything.” Your lips are pouty as you beg for you life and ethan tilts his head to the side before pointing the knife at your panty-clad cunt.

You look back up at him, eyes wide and glossy as tears threaten to spill over. “Okay.” Is all you say and he practically jumps at you. Grabbing your legs and pulling you to the end of the plush mattress.

Allowing his hands to roam your soft skin before slicing your panties right off your body and letting a glove covered hand trace your slit.

A chill runs down your body at the coldness but all you can do is lay back and take it. A little ‘ah~’ leaves your body and he tilts his head down at you. “S-sorry. ‘s just cold.” and he nods before sheathing his slender fingers inside your dripping cunt.

You moan at the fullness, eyes rolling back as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. You’re pawing at his cloak and giving him pleading, puppy dog eyes. “Please fuck me, sir. I’ll be ‘s good for you. Please.” And he nods.

Flipping you onto your stomach and hiking your ass up. You can see yourself in the mirror right across from your mattress. The hulking man is behind you, cloak pulled up just enough for him to spring his cock free and you barely have a moment to see it before he’s slipping it inside you.

You whimper at the feeling, his cock is so long and thick but he’s gentle. Allowing you to get used to his size before slowly thrusting forward and pulling back. “Fuck. ‘s good.” you moan out the words, theyre barely coherent but you can’t even think straight with the way he’s pounding your poor body.

You could fall limp at any moment from the cockdrunk feeling thats overtaking you. You make sure to stare right into the mirror at the man whos taking you from behind. Your pussy is clenching around nothing as he wraps his big, strong arm around you and grabs you by the throat, pulling you upwards toward him.

His other hand leaves your hip quickly to rip off the mask before putting his hand in its original spot. “See what you do t’ me, you sweet dumb thing. Can’t believe you’re letting me take you just like this. What if i was a just some stranger who would slit your pretty little throat right now. Huh?”

Your eyes are crossed at the feeling of his cock kissing your cervix and all you can mutter out is a small “ ‘s good eth. ‘m close.” He can tell you’re telling the truth. He can tell by the way your little cunt is clenching around his length. Trying to milk him for everything he has.

His hand reaches down to play with your swollen clit. Earning a scream that rips straight from your throat and he can see the creamy ring forming around his cock and he fills you up just at the sight.

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lovearthur · 18 days

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hi dev!!! long time no … Ask … if reqs r open, could u maybe do an arthur x reader where they r not dating or together yet, but there’s definitely romantic tension from both sides? nd arthur is just … so insanely in love with reader he can’t even hide it anymore 😭 doting on her at every second, just waiting for u to need help with anything, even the simplest of tasks so he can step up and help u. he literally Worships the ground u walk on and would cartwheel on a floor of bear traps if it meant you’d look his way. he truly cannot hide it anymore!!! HE LOVES U SO!!!

-🧸

𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓓! afab/fem!reader . hyperfem(?) reader . reader is shorter than arthur . sweet tooth rotting fluff . based in horseshoe overlook . talking ab arthur's ex lovers . reader's head over heels for the big outlaw . arthur's head over heels for reader . arthur being a huge sweetheart

his heart was for u that he could barely call it his own. even his soul had ur name written all over it.

he was afraid of love. in the way that it terrified him to be rejected. in his younger years, he adored his first love, eliza. they even had a child, isaac, before he lost them both for a measly ten dollars. his second love, mary, didn't go the way he hoped either. they were just too different. arthur was a rough and tough cowboy while mary... she was too much of a high society lady to be seen with him. she adored him with everything she had, arthur even took good care of her and her younger brother, jamie by teaching him how to ride a horse. yet, mary's father didn't like arthur.. her father saw him as scum of the world, that arthur was 'too rough' for a lady of her status.

to be seen nothing more than just a ruthless and mean man, the most evil and intimidating outlaw in the states. love was just something he couldn't get right, especially since he grew up in a gang. yes, he'd show his appreciation to others in his own way, but that's not the same, is it?

but oh, [name]... u were different. he didn't know why, but it was like u had him wrapped around ur little finger. he was love-struck by u. although, he wasn't sure how u felt about him. u were sometimes hard to read well just like him too. he adored u so much that even the fellas slowly began to take notice. but none were worse than the girls at camp. mary-beth and tilly were always relentlessly teasing arthur about u. ur pretty face could be seen sketched into his journal more than one page. he'd always look at u with love in his eyes as he watched u. just in case u need any help with chores. because what if u struggled with something and he wasnt nearby to help? he was the lead enforcer so when he was in camp, he tried his best not to act like a lost puppy, following u.

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one of ur chores included feeding the horses. it was a big patch so u weren't sure if u'd mange urself. usually one of the girls would help u but theyre still doing their chores. so u were alone or so u thought.

“y'need help there, young lady?” he'd ask with his rough voice as his big hands hold his belt as he's looking down at u. “yeah that'd be kind, thank ya, arthur.” u say with a smile on ur face as he picks up the hay for u. u both make ur way to the horses to attend to them. “'course. i don't mind helpin' ye out.” and he was helping u out, to make sure ms. grimshaw didn't yell at u or anything.

“dont think the fellers would believe me if i said that big, bad arthur was helpin' me out with chores.” u teased him as he placed down the hay for the horses. a chuckle leaves his lips, and he dusts hid hand before looking at u. “yeah well ain't like yer gonna say a word, ye troublemaker.” he replies with that cocky look on his face.

there was always a sort of... romantic tension between the two of u but nothing would come of it.

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now he was staring at u again. hesitating on the idea to give u gift. he didn't steal but he didn't exactly pay either. it was more of a... impulse decision. since love does make u do wild things. the necklace was sliver with blue diamond as the main attraction. he was so sure of himself that u would like it but often his self-doubt would get there first. what if u didnt like it? what if u would just laugh in his face nd tell him its pathetic? what if...

u were standing by the edge of camp by the hilltop, admiring the view of what nature had to offer in a world like this. u blurred out the noise from camp, making ur entire focus on natute itself. u watched birds fly by, soon to be hit by envy as they're ever so free. u often wanted to gain the same free feeling, but since the pinktertons and lawmen were always on the gang's back, u were never getting that freedom. ever. a small carriage rode past, and u always imagined urself in high society, what that would be like. it was a funny thought, a girl like u in a long dress with frill and laces that showed off ur wealth. then again, u didn't think u would properly fit in with those... uptight, snobby folk. u weren't like them. not one bit.

“... y'alrigh' there, missy?” u hear a hoarse voice ask u, and u know that tone from anywhere. “mhm. 'm fine, arthur. how did it go?” u ask him in return as u turn to look up at him. he was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed. he was away from camp for a while from the request of dutch, of course. he came back a while ago, though he was just hesitating to talk to u. “it went fine. y'know the usual, get what we need 'nd come back without lawmen followin'.” he said, keeping his blue-green eyes fixed on u. oh, u were such a sweet girl. he had no idea what he did to deserve u at all. “'course.. yer good at what ye do. no doubt 'bout it, ya criminal.” u say with a small smile creeping onto ur face from ur teasing words which did earned a chuckle from him. he was so, so attractive. “yer quite the little minx ain't ya?” he teased u in return. he was good at hiding what he felt for u. he'd even fight off a bear if it meant u would look at him. hell, he worships the ground u walk on. u were flawless in his eyes. u were perfect.

“'course I am. learned all that mischief from ya, cowboy.” u teased back with a giggle. u and him had a good bond. he had ur back, and he had urs. u looked at him for a few more moments, studying the scar on his chin, his rough skin, just everything about him. he was so... handsome, and real kind. u didn't understand how he didn't have a woman who waited for his return. yet in his eyes, ur the woman that he promised he'd always return to. “yer somethin' else, girl.” he replied as a small laugh left his lips.

oh, u can't even imagine how much more he fell in love with u as each day passed. he continued to greet and check up on u everytime he returns to camp, to give to u hot and comforting coffee on cold misty mornings, his not-so subtle glances and stares at u. yet, the one girl who wouldn't let this go is mary-beth. she teased u and she teased arthur relentless. mary-beth always hoped for u and arthur to be together, to be sweet on each other. of course both of u always denied it but mary-beth was determined that one day u two will be fully sweet on each other.

one day, u will tell him how u feel.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #red dead fandom #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan rdr2

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ilovetopgunsstuff · 1 month

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night shift

bradley bradshaw x reader

prompt- training for the mission is underway, and y/n has slept in bradley bradshaw's bed for more nights than she'd like to admit. when rooster has a bad dream next to her, it gets a little more personal than no strings attached should get

warnings- angst, cursing, ptsd mentioned, sex mentioned, not exactly smut

An: may be some typos, please give feedback and don't be afraid to request!

Y/n stared at the ceiling, enjoying bradley's arm wrapped tightly around her middle before they had to go back to pretending theyre just friendly collleagues during the work day.

She hadn't meant to have anything start between the two of them, but a drunken night at The Hard Deck changed that a few weeks ago. Rooster smelled good that day, tan and sculpted by the sun. Maybe his tank top was a little too tight, Hawaiian shirt a little too flowy. She had always thought he was attractive, but the alcohol really brought it out of her. They had been talking all night, rooster bought Y/n a drink. She cracked a tipsy joke and a lopsided smirk grew on his pretty face as he looked at her, head tilted. That's when she knew it was over for her.

Y/n thought she was in the clear when they all left the bar. She just had to go grab her charger from inside his house. Then he asked if you wanted water to sober up before driving home. Harmless. Then you couldn't reach the cup in his cabinet to get said water. Then he came up behind you to grab it for you, brushing against you slightly as he mumbled a "sorry" under his breath right beside you, almost touching your ear. It was then that your last shred of self-control somehow diminished, landing you right into his bed for the night.

It's been a few weeks since then, and you keep ending up here. It was supposed to just be friends with benefits, no strings attached. But sometimes it wasn't, even though neither of you would admit it. The way he splayed his massive hands across your stomach as he fucked you, gently pushing down so it'd feel better for you. The way that he would trace across your skin with his finger until you fell asleep, whispering praises in your ear, telling you how good you did. It was when he thought you fell asleep that he went to take a shower, kissing you on the forehead while running his thumb gently across your cheek. The two of you never really discussed what you were, you just were. These nights seemed to be doing more harm than good for you. It was hard to stay detached from something like this, spending your nights with someone so often. He didn’t feel like you did, you were sure, so you’d settle. You would take the nights over nothing, but that didn’t mean it didn’t sting during the day.

The glow of Bradley’s alarm clock read 1:34 AM. His room was nicer than you’d expect. More than two pillows on the bed, light blue sheets, ivory paint on the walls. Your favorite part though, was the decor that made Rooster who he was, the decor that nobody else on the team had probably ever seen. Old baseball photos, pictures of his graduating class, polaroids of the beach, of his bronco. It made the room feel warm.

Now here you were, trying to soak it all in before it was a secret again. He hadn’t taken a shower tonight, and wore only boxers next to you. He had fallen asleep on top of you, holding you tight, though he had since rolled over to beside you. He looked so peaceful sleeping, his face void of the serious expression he usually took on. You were laying pressed against him, his arm around your middle holding you in place. You had pulled on some clothes since the hookup, and you now donned one of Rooster’s big t-shirts and your underwear. All your other clothes were trailed around his house somewhere. All you could hear was the combination of your breaths in the late night, and you began to doze off again.

Then his breath hitched. His arm snaked away from you as he shifted in his bed. His breathing became more rapid, and a sheen of sweat show on his forehead. His dog tag glistened in the night as they jingled across his bare chest. He was having a bad dream.

This was normal for the military. Bad, traumatic memories linger in the back of your head. It hits you when you least expect it. It even taints your dreams. Everything you refuse to remember when conscious comes to haunt you at night. You have it too, and seeing him like this made your chest ache. He was mumbling now.

“No no no,” he mumbled. You sat up. He had his jaw clenched; his whole body was tense as he continued mumbling. The breathing didn’t slow.

“Rooster,” you said out loud, putting your hand gently on his and squeezing. “Rooster,” you said again, louder.

He stayed dreaming.

“Bradley.” You spoke loud enough but gentle. It was hard coming out of these dreams.

He drew a sharp breath in and sat up, muscles rippling across his back and stomach as he moved. He used the heels of his hands to rub his eyes as he seemed to catch his breath. Your hand hadn’t left his.

“It’s okay, It’s okay. You were just dreaming,” you say as he tries to get his bearings. You push his hair out of his eyes. It’s messy from sleeping. Still holding his hand, the rapid beating of a pulse can be felt coming from his wrist.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. The covers were pooled at his waist and he looked up at you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for- I don’t-“

“Don’t apologize. Here,” you handed him your water from his bedside table. In a quieter voice, you say, “You’re not the only one it happens to. I usually wake up a lot less graceful than you.” You try to let out a small laugh, more nervous than amused, but it wasn’t really funny. Many times have you woken up, tangled in the sheets alone, struggling to get away from something that’s not even there. It’s PTSD, and the military can only do so much to help. The damage is already done, the memories already happened. He looked at you, watching everything you did. He looked exhausted, even though he’d been sleeping. Drained.

“Thank you,” he whispered, like he didn’t want to disturb any more peace. “Did I wake you up?”

“No.” You didn’t really have any explanation other than that. Oh I was staying awake to remember your touch so I miss it less during the day. Yeah, like that would’ve gone over smooth.

He nodded. “That’s good,” he said. He ran his hand through his hair, the other that you’re holding still limp in the bed. You (tried to) smoothly let his hand go and put your hand back in your lap. You wanted to do something for him, to help, but thats not what you were here for. It wasn’t your place. You were just a girl in his bed to him. Your hands itched to run through his hair, across his skin, but you couldn’t. “I’m probably gonna go take a shower,” he said.

And off he goes again, didn’t even wait for you to fall asleep this time. You nodded, suppressing the sigh that wanted to erupt out of your chest.

He gets up, kicking the covers off. He stood in the middle of the hard wood floor of his bedroom, boxers only. The only light was from the moon and the glow of his alarm clock. His muscular silhouette walked towards the bathroom, then faltered, seemingly looking back.

“Oh. Are you not- uh…” he trails off in the dark. Did he want you to come?

“Oh…I didn’t know I was allowed to.”

You couldn’t see him, but heard a low chuckle in the dark. “..allowed to?”

“Oh shut up,” you said as you rolled out of bed, but you couldn’t help but smirk a bit. You squinted as he flipped on the lights to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door since you were both in there. You took a chance and looked in the mirror. Your hair was wild, with your mascara running down your face in faint lines. What a charmer.

Bradley had his back turned, turning the shower on. He turned, thumbing the waistband of his boxers to take off. You began to strip as well, and all of a sudden felt shy. He did this to you all the time, but doing it yourself while he watched made your cheeks tinge pink. The overhead light reflecting off the white tile walls didn’t help either. You slid your panties off easily and they dropped to the floor. Then the shirt.

He pulled you by the hand, and you both stepped under the hot water.

Once again, he met your gaze. He was being so quiet.

“What are you looking at?” He tilts his head at you with a slight smirk, his eyes still seemed tired.

“Just…you.” You’re guessing that you’re not hiding your worried expression very well. Your eyes flicked downward and you bit your lip.

“I’ve still got a pulse, you know, darlin’. I’m gonna live.”

“I know,” you mumbled, shy. You held one of his hands in yours, keeping from looking at him as you trace over his palm. “I was just…”

“Nervous?” he asked quietly.

“Mmhm,” you hummed. He took your hand that held his and pulled you towards him. The rush and warmth of the water relaxed you slightly. He pulled you close to wrap his arms around your waist. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. This is the most personal you’ve ever gotten. This pained you; somehow being closer to him made it hurt worse, being seen as just a hookup. You would’ve been better off without any of this, any of him, but you weren’t without him. You were right here, undressed in front of him night after night like clockwork, like having a night shift. You almost groaned out loud.

“You gonna be stiff as a board this whole time or…” There he was teasing you again.

“Sorry.” You were flustered, and exhausted, not because it was one something in the morning, but exhausted mentally. Who knew no strings attached was so much work? Well, it is when one of you is attached, you guessed.

You let out a sigh, tiredly resting your chin on his tanned, warm shoulder. He tightened his arms around you, his chin in the crook of your neck.

“Don’t apologize,” he murmured. His mustache and breath tickled your neck, causing you to shiver, and you began to melt all over again. “I don’t want you to be jumpy around me now. I didn’t scare you off did I?”

You picked your head up, moving back slightly to look at him. He has the hint of a smile on his face, but his eyes are serious. You let out a breathy laugh, releasing some tension. “No you didn’t scare me off. Still here.”

He smiled, an especially knee-buckling smile, and he pulled you close again. “Good,” he murmured. “I’d be lonesome if I did.”

You sighed, and a small, shy smile crept onto your face as you rested and leaned against him. “I think you’d find yourself more company in no time.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he laughed out his words. You just hummed in response.

“I’ll have you know I’m a gentleman.”

“Mmhmm.”

He squeezed your hips playfully. “I cant believe you,” he whispered in your ear, as all space previously between you two went elsewhere.

The night shift would do.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #hangman x reader #top gun fanfiction #fanfic #jake seresin #miles teller #pete maverick mitchell

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mimixmunson · 9 days

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I have a habbit of messing up peoples names, ive called my mom my brothers name. Sometimes ill start with someone elses name and correct myself like sara-mily or i get it early so its just the first letter like saying ch-steve

I was just thinking about bestfriends eddie x reader where reader accidentally calls eddie daddy because theyre so similar. She goes to say a d name but catches herself and says eddie. She was talking fast and didnt even catch herself saying it until eddies like "did you just call me daddy?"

Accidentally calling Eddie ‘Daddy’. Eddie Munson x female reader. Blurb. Fluff.

I hope this is okay, I’m sick at the moment so it’s kinda self indulgent but I tried to personalise it a bit for you!

The night was like any other of yours and Eddie’s movie nights. Bags of candy spilled out on the floor, blankets swallowing you both up and a blunt being passed between you. Today was tiring, work couldn’t be more stressful and of course you were understaffed. Eddie came to pick you up at closing time, he already had your cup of tea in his cup-holder. It was the small things you appreciated the most from your best friend.

You had your head on his chest, because Eddie said “it will help your migraine I promise.” You wanted to believe him but the smirk on his face just showed he wanted to look after you. Eddie held his palm to your forehead, “you’re burning up a little, I’ll get you some medicine. Wait right here.” He ushers himself out from the blankets and into the kitchen. Rooting through the cupboards as you pause the movie, he reappears holding a bottle and a medicine spoon. Pouring the contents onto the spoon, “open up darling” he smirks as he feeds you.

You wince at the taste of the bitter medicine, swiftly taking a swig of your soda to wash away the taste. Wiping your mouth you whisper, “thank you d-daddy” “e-Eddie I meant Eddie!!” Your face flushes immediately, wanting the ground to swallow you up as you blurt out your sentence. Your brain was on auto pilot and Eddie and Daddy sounded far too similar for your mouth to comprehend whilst you’re suffering so bad with your migraine.

“What was that? Did you just call me daddy?” Eddie smirks, teasing you as he pulls your hands away from your blushing face.

“I- no! The words got scrambled in my head m’sorry I’m so embarrassed, I’m sorry.” You pull away from Eddie’s touch, bringing your knees to your chest and resting your head on them. Terrified that you’ve ruined your friendship, how could Eddie not see you differently after calling him that? A word so not-inherently bad but turned kinky and shameful, he could assume you’re into that. Not that it would be a bad thing to be kinky, you just weren’t.

“Hey hey hey.” Eddie pulls at your arms, “just look at me.” His voice is like velvet, so comforting but you’re shaking. Wishing you could be ignorant and never face this issue. “Come on princess, just want to see you smile.” You can almost hear the smirk in his voice.

You stick to your guns, refusing to move and face him. “You leave me no choice then, I didn’t want to do this sweetheart. But you asked for this..” Eddie coos into your ear before teasing his fingers over your neck, ghosting over your skin and down to your sides. He pokes and prods your ribs, flailing back into Eddie’s chest, trying to swat at his hands to put an end to his ticklish assault.

“Okay! Okay!” You plead, holding on to Eddie’s wrists and looking deep into his eyes. He stills his hands, holding yours and dropping them into his lap. “I didn’t mean to say it Eddie, honestly.” Your voice stuttering as you whimpered. “It’s not a big deal. Seriously, I understand. You do that a lot with words, I’ve seen it. You’re okay. It’s okay. We’re okay.” A mischievous smile spreads over his face when he sees you let go of the breath you’ve been holding for the entire moment. Sighing, you let yourself smile, feeling safe knowing that Eddie doesn’t judge you.

“There’s that smile. Gotta hear that laugh too, you know, for daddy?” He teases before jumping on top of you and tickling you again.

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kneelingshadowsalome · 3 months

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I know you JUST reopened your asks and I'm sorry to jump right in but I have just had the funniest idea and I have to share!

you know how some people personify/give names to body parts especially ones that they're obsessed with? imagine reader doing that to Königs dick, telling she's missed him and her best friend while grabbing his crotch. theyre cuddling on the bed and she tells him she has to do some catching up with "his majesty" before diving under the covers to stroke him and take him into her mouth. he is ofc gonna be thrilled about this, finally he's getting the treatment he's always craved, he teases her once that she loves his dick more than she loves him, and chuckles when she just responds with a "hmmm~". but then he's laying in his bed, his lady to his side and he just can't seem to sleep...a familiar feeling is clawing at him and sour taste in his mouth keeps him up...she can't be...right?

TL;DR : König is now jealous of his own cock :(

Lmao König getting jealous of his cock is only canon

I mean he’s only human. Knows that his height and mass are his strong suits, he’s aware he’s rather big down there and that his dick is vaguely pretty (as far as horse cocks go). It strokes his ego like nothing else to see you gasp and giggle when you see it, you look like it’s your birthday everytime he unzips his pants. You’re his one woman cult and König couldn’t be happier!

But… there are two sides to this coin.

First he’s happy about getting so much attention, he feels like a sex god when he’s with you, but then comes the upset and the angy. Is his dick the only thing you’re attracted to? :/

Yes he knows he’s big, yes he knows he’s tall. But do you even like him…? Do you even adore his jokes?? Your eyes are always sparkling when you see his crotch, now Entschuldigung but his eyes are up here :( You're a naughty little minx, and on top of everything only giggle under the covers when he asks if you still love him. “I’ll show you how much,” you say, but that’s not what he meant! He needs you to say it like you're Romeo and Juliet!!

Call him old-fashioned but he needs you to whisper it to him when you’re cuddling. Or better yet, when he’s inside you, looking into your eyes until your lower lip starts to tremble with emotion. He wants you to say it with tears in your eyes while he’s balls deep inside you, holding your hand. Babbling about how much you love his cock doesn’t count!

#jealous könig #poor thing <3 #he's so stupid #könig x you #answered

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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ANOTHER JAMES POTTER THOUGHT LMAOOO. k. so. hear me out. fake dating!James potter. sirius brings it up, the idea of you and James fake dating, cus youre all nervous about going to a family event cus it'll just be more comments about your lack of love life constantly. so sirius mentions that maybe you should just bring someone and say that theyre ur bf; it'd be easier AND you wouldnt be alone, muddling your way through awkward social conversations and such. remus, surprisingly, agrees with sirius when you laugh at the idea. ever the empath, he softly explains how it could be a great idea for you, and it'd solve a few issues at the same time. James doesnt really say anything till sirius suggests you bring him as your fake boyfriend, and James is immediately lighting up like "im your boyfriend??? yeah??" and he just.. cannot be told, no matter how many times you stress that he'd be a fake boyfriend, he just repeats that hes your boyfriiiieeeennnddd though. plain and simple.

he definitely takes his role seriously. makes excuses like, "we have to practice kissing, id kiss you ALOT as your boyfriend, yknow. and I dont want you to freeze up if I kiss you for the first time and you dont know how to react. we MUST practice." also holdsur hand all the time now and hes shameless about it - "but lovely, im ur boyfriend im meant to hold ur hand, cmonnn". even gets jealous like a real boyfriend would now (not that he didn't before, but now he lets it show).

at the event, also has a habit of stealing you away and keeping up the boyfriend role, im saying he lays it on THICK, doesnt matter if no one else can see it or is paying attention. im talking touchy, he probably nuzzles his face down into yours alot,constant love sick expression on his face. its gets so bad that even ur brother is like "wow, didn't realise youd get an actual boyfriend. like, what blackmail do u have on him?? did you finally submit to the devil and curse him or smthn cus Jesus fucking christ sis look at him, hes mooning over you from across the room. seems like an alright bloke though. maybe."

can imagine that hes touchy and sweet and etcetcetc but also. after ur little event is done, he stops joking and pretending, bends down to you and "so can I be your boyfriend now. pleeeaase?? ur auntie even said that I must be a lovely young man.. you think im a lovely young man too, right? so I can be ur boyfriend?? ]: please?"

FAKE DATING JAMES IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE TROPES WITH HIM!!!!!!!!! BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE he'd want to 'sell it' just like you mentioned, and he'd plan these insane grandiose gestures that have you melting for real and then you sneak off to a private area and he's giggling like they totally bought it!! and ur weak in the knees like yEah they did!!

you stress so many times to him that he's your fake boyfriend. fake. FAKE. but he absolutely refuses to say that, he calls it method acting. he's gotta get in character, he can't tell himself it's fake all the time or it'll seem fake!

no bc even before you get to your parents house he's like okay so let's practice our kisses. we're gonna need casual cheek kisses, the 'i-don't-want-to-make-a-scene kiss', the 'we-think-we're-alone' kiss, the forehead kiss, the hand kiss, the air kiss- and he's rambling on about all the ways he's gonna smooch you up and your cheeks are on fire.

the days leading up to the event he does practice! whenever you walk out of a room he grabs your hand and tugs you down to kiss your cheek, he makes you kiss him goodnight every night before bed, he even insists that you give it all you've got when no one else is around so that you get comfortable being passionate with him.

he greets your mom like the perfect gentleman, bringing her a bouquet and offering to help with dinner. but when she politely declines the help he sits on the floor at your feet while you're on the couch, spreads ur knees so that he can sit between your calves, and hangs out with the kiddos on the floor. he's their big jungle gym, constantly has children crawling all over him, and they definitely ask him scandalized questions like 'you KISS her?!?!?!' and then he gets this big shit-eating grin on his face and leans up to lay a big fat wet juicy smooch on your lips and they all chorus 'ewww!' and run off to giggle about it somewhere else. it leaves james with no more playmates, so he hoists himself up onto the couch and wraps an arm around you, proceeding to be sickeningly sweet and domestic and cute. definitely a nuzzler, ur so right <33333

YES THE TEASING FROM EVERYONE ELSE SKGNG ur grandma is like 'i'm glad you found a good man before i die' and ur auntie is like 'does he have an older brother??' everyone is enamored by this loverboy you've brought home, and he plays the part so well that no one ever realizes it was fake.

which is good, because it isn't for long. he definitely begs for you to give him a chance at being your real boyfriend, but you don't bother even giving him the chance, you just tell him you already know he'll be a fantastic real boyfriend because he went so above and beyond when it was only supposed to be fake :') ur so far gone for him and it's the best night of his life, i guarantee it :')

#THIS MADE ME SOB I LOVE JAMES MORE THAN ANYTHING #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter headcanons #james potter fanfiction #james potter oneshot #james potter hcs #james potter fluff #james potter blurb #james potter drabble #james potter dialogue #james potter fanfic #james potter x reader fanfiction

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fatuismooches · 4 months

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I am once again flooding your askbox for my brainrot 💀 (Idk if ur ok with pregnancy so just ignore this if u aren't)

AAAUAGGG I wonder what would happen if reader and dottore had a kid... like.... what would his reaction to the news be... HOW WOULD THE SEGMEMTS REACT??

Reader just walks in one day and tells him the news and suddenly the lab goes QUIET aside from a test tube falling onto the floor.

Aaaaaagagysvyzubdub dottore fluff makes me go INSANE AND CRAZY.

also Zandy having a sibling!!!!!!! he protects them with his LIFE!!!! (So do foxttore and the pufflings theyre like guard dogs now.)

The baby is so goddamn spoiled because they have like 50 different parents... (and also Pantalone keeps sending random baby toys over, Dottore is not amused.)

-🐓

WKBFEWF YES!! (Honestly im scared of pregnancy/birth irl but its dottore so its okay 😚) I imagine reader would be SO nervous and scared to tell him because well... their husband is IL DOTTORE after all. That's not exactly the ideal father material but... you still want to try! You love Dottore so much and you want him to try too. Honestly, Zandy was the first one to know! You probably sat him down and were like "You're going to be a big brother, Zandy!" And it took a little bit for him to process it before he started squealing and jumping in excitement... 😭 Well at least he took the news well but other other segments are going to be a whole different story, much less ZANDIK himself. You're kind of stressing out.

You contemplated telling him by himself but nowadays it was hard to do that considering how he was always doing something, and also telling the segments individually was going to be a hassle, so you just came out and said it. Now, when you said you had something "extremely important" to tell them, they were prepared for a lot of things but... certainly not that they were going to be fathers. The lab is so so silent before all hell breaks loose. You have the younger segments panicking and launching all sorts of questions at you while the older ones are just stunned and then ushering you to sit and hydrate and all of these things... but Zandik is just staring at you motionlessly. The shock hasn't worn off yet. When it's just you and Zandik, he's so quiet it has you very nervous until you ask him if he's mad... he's not but, he knows he wasn't meant to love in the first place, much less be a father. But you just hold him and tell him that he has you, and it may not be easy, but you believe he can do it.

You end up being pampered so much by the segments and Dottore it's kind of scary... like, the amount of checkups and attention was crazy before but now it's on a different level... they just want you and the baby to be healthy.

Oh gosh Pantalone teases Dottore SO MUCH. Columbina as well, they tease him about how he loves his kid soooo much (he got mad at Childe for spending too much time with them.) Speaking of Childe he's actually sweet enough to help teach you a lot of things, since he has experience and all... :) The segments, well, obviously they are not good with kids either but, this is your kid, and in a way, their kid as well... they try, at the very least. They won't let anything harm them. Also, the kid's first word probably ends up being something science related because they always listen to the segments babble on about that stuff... 😭

Your kid always has their stuffed toy with them to cuddle... (it's Foxttore of course, what can be better than that?!) Dottore probably shows his love by creating all these toys for the kid to be occupied...

#smooches talks #🐓 anon #dottore love notes <3 #help... ive been thinking abt dadttore a bit more these days #zandy bb <3

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crushedsweets · 6 months

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Any Jeff hcs?? (Your art is absolutely amazing)

i make him evil. ok jk but also im serious. im mostly just gonna cover his backstory in my au, rather than his current part in it.

cw for brief mentions of animal abuse, bullying, the usual. AGAIN THIS IS FOR MY AU !! also tysm :3..

liu is about 4-6 years older than jeff. they lived somewhere in the midwest until jeff was about 10.

they were both raised by incredibly good parents and had a very strong support system, always visiting their grandparents, big christmas every year, parents always go to open house/parent-teacher conferences, etc. tried getting their kids into sports, would go to every game, literally just the stereotypical great parent. not even a secret "ooo behind closed doors they r actually abusive...!" thing theyre literally just good.

jeff was always a bit more on the aggressive side, something they especially noticed when he was 5 and could not be left alone with a single fucking pet. he'd yank at and shake anything small enough to pick up, and punch and kick anything too big to pick up. every family pet was scared of him.

even at school, he was a bully - it started as typical grade school shit, putting gum in girls hairs, stealing peoples belongings, pushing kids off the play structures. he targeted girls especially. he's been warned, suspended, expelled - but his dad got a job offer in the east coast that they couldnt really ignore

he was 12 when he started harassing a girl, following her around the playground, calling her a slut, yanking her hair, spitting on her, etc - and eventually, her brother and his friends stepped in.

thiiis is where i wanted to put randy and his friends in. theyre older kids, around 14 and still more on the mean side, but they didn't just randomly target jeff for fun bc he's "the new kid". just like jeff harassed that girl, they began harassing him - but of course with the strength of 3 teenage boys, rather than an 12 yr old. liu would interfere when he could, but he was still a student and began working his first job by this point.

jeff got into physical fights with them for weeks, but he was quick to turn it into something bloody and brought a pocket knife. this time the fight occurred in front of jeffs house, when his parents were at work, and liu ended up running out to make them cut it out. he tried to grab the knife out of jeffs hands, he tried to stop his brother, but jeff was serious about what he wanted - and he wanted to fucking stab randy

so he did, right in the stomach. it was nothing fatal.

liu took the fall, being 16 and terrified of what could happen to jeff if he landed himself in juvenile hall - the other 3 boys were content with this, knowing it meant jeff really didn't have anyone to defend him by this point. thinking it would fuck with jeff even more . . BUT JEFFS A LITTLE SHIT he doesnt fucking careee . something about "i never asked him to take the blame that shits on him" or whatnot.

but obv once randy recovered fully it got worse. it went from schoolyard level harassment to borderline stalking, robbing him, holding him down so randy could fucking stomp on him, so on and so forth.

and eventually the bleach happened, and the fire happened, and it didn't really have anything special or involve a birthday party or whatever . it was just another insane fucking attack on jeff, although randy and them didn't exactly expect the fire to spread so fucking quickly - they just splashed some gas at his feet, threw a match, though it would scare him and maybe fuck up his pants. really did NOT think that shit through

jeff recovered in the hospital, and the trio decided to leave him alone. they were little shits who took it too far, but they werent trying to do all that. jeff didnt snitch, he didnt want them to get put away . he wanted to keep going, obviously

things settled down for a while. jeff was waiting and waiting and waiting. his parents were mortified, they rarely spoke to him now. required family dinners at the dining table turned to just his parents eating together, liu in juvie and jeff in his room. jeff began getting violent towards his parents as well, especially his mom - he started spiraling after the fire, especially since the trio weren't bothering him anymore and it was driving him nuts. he would do freaky shit, showing up at their houses now, shattering their windows, killing their pets. they'd come and beat his ass, and he'd do it again. nobody wanted to get their parents involved by this point, they all did too much shit - but jeff was getting UNBEARABLE

jeff eventually was around 15 or so, liu was out of juvie and 19 and in community college bc he couldnt get into any of the universities he was dreaming about.

liu wasnt nice to jeff anymore. he wasn't "hardened" by his experience in juvie or anything, but whatever he saw in jeff was NOT his little brother anymore - if jeff spoke to him, he'd ignore him. if jeff got too close, he'd shove him off. if jeff slapped their mother, liu would punch him.

liu thinks it was bound to happen. he misses his little brother, even when he was a mean little kid - but he always knew there was something realy, really fucking wrong with jeff, and when he woke up to jeff on top of him, stabbing into him , he knew it was inevitable.

liu survived, the only one in his family to do so. he wondered what he could've done to stop it, especially as other kids began showing up in the news. he wonders if he shouldve just let jeff go to juvie. he's kinda shocked at the fucked up ass police sketches that pop up, he didn't really remember seeing that damn smile when jeff was on him

jeff continues fucking shit up and is a piece of shit all around

this is already pretty long so if anyone wants a less "backstory" version of headcanons and more current stuff just lmk ;3

#creeped #hcs #jeff the killer #homicidal liu #creepypasta #creepypasta hcs #jeff the killer hcs

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lime1991 · 5 months

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hold on i have to recraft my trolls age hc... i just learned there was a brozone website and on said site we have:

January 2nd 1999 is, maybe, Branch's birthday? And instead of being like "awesome im a big brother" Floyd just goes "thank god im not the baby anymore" after hes born.

Baby Branch's oldest message is this:

February 26th 1999. He's over a month old at this point, but the phrasing of "tonight's show" leads me to believe he was part of the band from literal birth (also why Floyd's first reaction to his birth is "thank you for saving me") and therefore this isnt his first show.

The last logins for all of the brothers is March 11th 1999

And just a day before, according to John Dory, new merch dropped

Soooo i think its safe to say around March 11th 1999 is when the band broke up after their ruined performance, which makes sense that it was also the last time any of them logged into the website. (though i think it would be sad and sweet if it showed branch had logged into it sometime recently but whatever)

So that brings me back around to the age thing.

The trollspedia page states Poppy is around 21-23, and I agree and am more inclined towards 22-23 personally. Seeing as Branch was born in January 1999, he'd be 24 in 2023. But the only thing that confuses me a little is Branch saying its been 20 years since the band broke up:

For 1999 to be 20 years ago, that would mean the movie takes place in 2019. And... honestly that's not too far off from 2023 so i don't mind that being the case, its always vague about what year its meant to be, a lot of animated movies are like this. Also i wanna bring up that the song Bridget and Poppy sing in the beginning (Good As Hell by Lizzo) came out in 2019, SO... its not impossible that the movie is meant to take place in 2019.

SO... with this all in mind... my new theory/headcanon:

As of 2019...

John Dory - 39 Bruce - 38 Clay - 33 Floyd - 28 Branch - 20

And as of 1999...

John Dory - 19 Spruce - 18 Clay - 13 Floyd - 8 Branch - 2 months

ALSO lets not forget the fact that troll age stages are different from humans', a 2 month old is singing and dancing in a boyband. They tend to mature past their actual age really quickly.

(i know these are country trolls, but the idea is still there. as soon as they pop out the egg, trolls are basically toddlers)

And I've tried to keep my theory compliant with what the wikia says (like how Clay's 1999 self is referred to as a teenager, therefore i made him 13) because i believe theyre mostly right. however. i also believe the movie takes place in 2019, not 2023. even if that wasnt the intention of dreamworks, they wrote in the script that its been 20 years since 1999... that can literally only be 2019 lol.

But if we want to imagine it takes place in 2023, heres age hcs for that too:

John Dory - 43 Bruce - 42 Clay - 37 Floyd - 32 Branch - 24

Btw this means, in my hc, Poppy is 19 in 2019 and 23 in 2023, as is implied in the wiki. Which makes sense to me, because Branch is obviously older than her by at least a year. With my hc that Bruce and JD are only a year apart (again, in compliance with the wikia that claims JD was a teenager in 1999 and therefore not 20 like i want him to be. and making the "heart throb" not a minor bc thats weird to me) the moment where Poppy calls JD the "old one" but later fawns over Bruce is made extra funny when the two of them are so close in age.

But i want to say for the millionth time so nobody gets confused bc of all these numbers: I THINK BAND TOGETHER TAKES PLACE IN 2019!!! not 2023. And don't even ask about how the first movie truly fits into this, I DONT KNOW, they definitely did not fully think through a trilogy in 2016. Some things are just a product of when they came out and thats ok.

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #rant #not a negative rant but i tend to tag my big effing essays like that

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anonymous-dentist · 6 months

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i would like some guapoduo fluff pls, maybe a bit of murder husbands, as long as theyre happy and in love it is fluff in my eyes hjdsfjksdfjksd

Their bedtime routine is simple: Roier showers, because he prefers to do so at night, and Cellbit brushes his teeth while Roier is in the shower to prove that he actually does it; Cellbit changes into his pajamas while Roier brushes his teeth, and then they climb into bed. Cellbit grumbles about always being “forced” to be the little spoon, but he pouts when Roier tries letting him be the big spoon. Roier holds him, and Cellbit’s tail reaches behind him to loosely wrap around Roier’s leg, and they drift off together and dream of each other because they’re literally soulmates.

It wasn’t always this easy. Roier remembers the absolute nightmare that was trying to sleep with Cellbit on their wedding night because, well:

Flashback, June 16! Go!

Roier is already halfway asleep by the time Cellbit comes slinking into his- their bedroom. He’s mostly asleep, but he can still feel the awkwardness in the air. Because Cellbit is just kind of… staring. At him. And not climbing into bed.

Roier moans and rolls onto his other side, facing the inside of the bed. He clumsily pats the bed next to him and slurs, “C’mere, I want you.”

Which isn’t exactly what he meant to say, but it’s fine. Cellbit will understand; he’s very smart.

But Cellbit doesn’t join him. He goes around to the other side of the bed, yes, but he doesn’t get in. A sleepy blink reveals that Cellbit is even in what are probably his pajamas, but he still has his goggles on. Which will not do!

So Roier, silly in his sleepiness, grabs Cellbit by the wrist and pulls him onto the bed and flops on top of him, nuzzling his face into his husband’s (!!!!!!) chest.

Cellbit wheezes, “Guapito!”

“Shhhh, just go to sleep already. I missed you.”

“But-”

Roier raises a hand to put a finger over Cellbit’s chapped lips. He smiles as Cellbit kisses it.

He allows Cellbit to adjust the two of them so that they’re on their sides, Cellbit holding Roier from the back and very, very annoyingly digging the rims of his goggles into the back of Roier’s skull. He’s tense, and he’s very much awake, and this will. Not. Do.

Roier squirms until he’s facing Cellbit, and he gives him a very unimpressed look.

“Goggles off in bed,” he flatly says, tapping a lens.

Cellbit flinches, pulling away and out of Roier’s grip. “That’s… not such a good idea.”

Now that Roier thinks about it, he’s never actually seen Cellbit without his goggles. That’s weird, right?

…But maybe it’s like how Roier keeps his shirt on at all times these days. Security, or something, fuck if Roier knows; Melissa is the psychiatrist, not him.

So Roier sighs and he gives his husband a patient little smile.

“Okay,” he says, “but let me hold you.”

Cellbit’s blush is obvious even in the dark; his eyes glow a little, what the fuck?

A hand slowly raises to his goggles’ strap, fingers curling loosely around it. Roier’s hand covers his hand gently.

“It’s fine,” he says. “Really. When you’re cool with it, okay? No pressure.”

Cellbit, frankly, stares.

Then, he says, “I told you, no more lies.”

And then he shakes Roier’s hand off and pulls his goggles off, and two fuzzy little things spring up on the top of his head where his goggles just were.

Oh. That explains a lot.

The goggles are placed on the bedside table, and Cellbit looks anywhere but at Roier.

“This is just between us, okay?” Cellbit nervously asks.

Roier immediately nods. “Of course, yes. But… can I touch?”

His hand is already halfway to Cellbit’s ears. But he retracts it in an instant when Cellbit shakes his head.

“I just want to sleep,” Cellbit says and, well. Fair enough, Roier also wants to sleep.

Slowly, they shift so that Cellbit is the one being held. He leans into Roier’s touch, and Roier swears he hears what can only be described as a purr.

Roier yawns, and he places a ghost of a kiss to the back of his husband’s head.

“Buenas noches, gatinho.”

#asks!#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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I’ve got one more request in my brain and then I’ll stop for a while…maybe

So this one is an solo? I.H.A where y/n is doing stand up! Halfway through Jax is egging on reader and going “boo get off the stage” which causes y/n to stop and rail into Jax in the vein of “that’s why yo mama dead” this goes on for 10 minuets, everyone shocked and Caine’s jaw in the earth. Then y/n drops the mic and walks off. If it’s possible could I also add the others reaction to this? Thanks! ❤️❤️ ps your writing is great

Stand up Comedy where you get back at a rude audience member

wasnt too sure what to name this since its not exactly a shipping thing, maybe, i think... i dunno!! this post may be a little short, may not be, we shall see! erm!! warning i do not have good humor i think, like i am unfunny finally getting to requests for today; took me a little longer than usual since i went out to go get some breakfast and i threw together some dough for cinnamon rolls today also gentle reminder ! currently requests are closed so i can catch up on my inbox and take a short break! i dont have a set time for them to open again, but i aim to reopen in a few days! any new requests sent in will be void; its nothing against you my inbox is just flooded rn and i need to empty it out </3

caine thought it would be a good idea for you guys to do a little comedy night; be it for bonding or for entertainment you werent sure

however throughout the night, jax was calling out to whoever was on stage and trying to either steal their show or simply being mean

so far, pomni had gone (who froze up on stage the second the lights were on her), gangle (poor girl was bullied off stage by jax), kinger (who just rambled about cool bug facts)

needless to say so far the night was a bit of a disaster

currently, zooble was up on stage, not even making an attempt to do jokes. any jokes they did make were a bit on the darker side; and of course, jax was loudly cutting in

"you know what? <> this!" zooble drops the prop mic and storms off the stage, the air being a tense afterwards

you feel caine nudging your side, alerting you that you were up next

you internally sighed, you really didnt want to do this, in fact it seemed like just about everyone didnt want to do this

jax immediately started on his bullshit before you even had a chance to open your mouth, already booing. from on the stage you could see ragatha giving him a look

you tried to begin again, before jax made a comment on how quiet you were

"oh course you'd know about sound, seriously have you seen how big your feet are? you slap the floor instead of stomping"

silence

zooble lets out a choked laugh, and you can see caine jerk forward as he tried to contain a surprised laugh

jax narrows his eyes, and he opened he mouth

"hang on wait when was the last time you brushed your teeth? i mean come on man, youre teeth are yellow. maybe the reason no ones been laughing is because theyre choking from how bad your breath smells"

gangle holds her hands over her mouth, seemingly in shock. kingers eyes darted between you and jax, and pomni held a similar expression to gangle... jax, of course, was fuming, trying to rattle off a come back, ultimately failing and stammering that his teeth are meant to be that color

you had to admit, it was odd seeing jax finally being knocked down a peg, but it was satisfying in its own way

you kind of ragged on him for another minute before seeing yourself off stage

the entire room was silent

caine pulled his lower jaw off the floor, and regained himself, before letting jax know it was his turn up next

tonight was going to be a long night...

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader

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fiveloml · 2 years

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the umbrella academy x reader. “ i love you. “ [ gender neutral reader. ]

─ ✧ the hargreeves' different love languages.

─ ✧ HELP thank you all for blowing up all my fics so far u guys r so cool

@ ─ luther hargreeves ☂︎ number 1.

the night was dark, thunder boomed through the skies as you and LUTHER held each other in bed. admittedly ─ with all the time he spent on the moon, luther grew to fear the sound of thunder. it was so loud compared to the years of silence he had on the moon.

you gently put your hand on luthers chest, feeling his speeding heartbeat slow down under your caring touch. you give him a smile, in which he weakly returned as his arms wrapped around you. holding you tight almost like if he let go, you'd disappear.

luther loved to hold you, more than anything.

@ ─ diego hargreeves ☂︎ number 2.

DIEGO always offered to do whatever you were doing, whether big or small he was always there to lend a helping hand. many would say that his love language was acts of service but he really only viewed it as helping his partner.

“y/n! here, i'll carry it for you.“ diego grunts, taking the boxes from your hands as you give him a smile. “thanks diego.“ you say while giving him a kiss on the cheek.

@ ─ allison hargreeves ☂︎ number 3.

“you're doing great, hun.“ ALLISON grins, helping allison train as it was also training for you and your endurance. allison didn't hold back, so the fact you were managing this well was impressive.

when training was over, allison placed a kiss on your forhead and gave you a side hug. “you get stronger every day, i'm so proud of you.“ she praises you, a proud smile on her face when she realized you were flustered yet again.

@ ─ klaus hargreeves ☂︎ number 4.

KLAUS always appreciated any gifts, some would think theyre in a relationship just for gifts.. but they've always appreciated the smallest things yet meant everything to klaus. “you got me my favorite smoothie?“ they sniffle, and you look at them with a confused but amused smile.

they gave you a quick peck on the lips before happily sipping away at their favorite drink, smiling widely because it was with you that klaus was the happiest.

@ ─ five hargreeves ☂︎ number 5.

“i care for my siblings, but getting to spend time with you when they're around is impossible.“ FIVE grumbles, letting you play with his hair as he rested on your lap. “i know, but on the bright side.. altleast we can spend quality time alone.“ you smiled, ruffling his hair slightly as he blew away some that got in his face.

“yeah.. and thats all that matters.“ five smiled slightly, being alone for so many years of his life made five enjoy quality time with you.

@ ─ ben hargreeves ☂︎ number 6. [ if he were alive ]

BEN liked to hold your hand, his was always intertwined with yours and usually in the pocket of his jacket. he always loved feeling the warmth of your hand or even when it was cold, no matter what he would hold them.

and if you felt happy every time he did, it was always nice always having ben with you.

@ ─ viktor hargreeves ☂︎ number 7.

“i got you.. a gift. i wasn't sure what you would've wanted so i got every single one i knew you liked..“ VIKTOR says rather quietly, looking down at the ground as you admired all the flowers and chocolates he got you.

you looked back at him and the assortments of gifts, mouth agape as you felt that your small present felt inferior to what viktor had gotten you for valentines.

you handed him your small memory book with a bunch of your favorite pictures with you and him, he smiled as he flipped through it and gave you a tight hug. “i dont need a big and extravagant gift.. you and your cute little ideas are all that matters.“ he chuckles, littering your face with kisses.

#the umbrella academy x reader #tua x reader #five x reader #luther hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy x you #tua x you #ben hargreeves x reader #allison hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #viktor hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy

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dreemurr-skelememer · 11 months

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I hope this isn’t annoying(?) I’ve just been feeling very much in a writing mood and I was inspired lol so here take this

submitted by @shandycandy278

SHANDYYYYYYY THIS IS SO SOSOSOSOOOOO CUTE UWUAUWAAWAWAAAA I WANT TO CRY AT THEIR LITTLE ANTICS.

it's such a loving moment of joy and peace......oh my god.......... (holds them iunmy hands)

i love that theyre having so much fun......god i want this to last forever

shandy's drabble underneath!

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PaperJam was a bit confused.

“PJ, why don’t you play with Nightmare for a bit.” His Papa encouraged, hand gently rubbing PaperJam’s skull. “Dr- Sunny and I are going to be talking a bit.”

“But Nightmare’s your name?” PaperJam looked up from the other child and at his Papa, who had an amused smile on his face.

“We’re both called Nightmare, we have the same name. Like how Killer, Dust, and Horror sometimes get called Sans. You remember that, yes?”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s a very similar thing to that. I know, why don’t you show Nightmare your toys in your room?”

“Oh!” Okay! PaperJam hugged his Papa’s leg, and then walked over to the other kid, who had been looking at him from beside the other skeleton.

“Hi Nightmare!” He said, habitually signing as he did so. “I’m PJ!”

“Hi PJ!” Nightmare waved.

“Do you wanna come play with me? We can play with my blocks. And my dragon!”

Nightmare gasped, looking up at the other skeleton and tugging at his hand. “Sunny! Sunny can I go play? I wanna see the blocks and the dragon!”

“Ah- yes, you can go. Have fun with PJ, alright?”

“Okay!”

“Follow me!” PaperJam waved for Nightmare to follow, rushing down the hall. “My room is this way!”

“Hehehe, okay!” It didn’t take long before they got there. PaperJam opened the door with a grunt, rushing in and crawling onto his bed. He grabbed his dragon and then crawled off, holding it up.

“This is my dragon!”

“Woah!” Nightmare gasped. “That’s such a cool dragon!”

“Hehe, thank you! Do you wanna hold her?”

“Yes please!”

PaperJam passed the dragon to Nightmare.

“Thank you!” Nightmare hugged the dragon close and then passed it back.

“You’re welcome!” PaperJam signed, although he tucked his dragon into his overalls.

“Are you made of the black stuff?” Nightmare asked, head tilted.

“Yeah! It’s called ink!” PaperJam held his arms out to his sides to show it off before posing with his hands on his hips, huffing. “Papa and Mr. Sci say I’m a skelly-ink-ton! I’m my own kind of monster! The only one!”

“Wow!” Nightmare gasped. “I’m made of black stuff too! But I’m not a skelly-ink-ton. It’s my magic!” PaperJam watched Nightmare concentrate, and black tendrils like his papas grew from his back, the black stuff leaking out of one of his sockets. “See? Sunny says that it means I’m very strong!”

“Woah, that’s so cool!” PaperJam cheered. “You look like my Papa like that! I can make something like that too, but it doesn’t last long. And I get really hungry after!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Horror says my tummy’s a black hole.”

“What’s a black hole?” Nightmare tilted his head. PaperJam almost responded, but he stopped.

“Uhh, I dunno. We can ask Papa later. But Horror said it meant that I have a BIG appetite!”

“That’s silly.” Nightmare giggled, tendrils wagging behind him.

“It is a little bit. So… what do you wanna play?”

“I dunno. Uh…” Nightmare looked around PaperJam’s room and then looked back at him. “Whatever you wanna play!”

“What I wanna play?” PaperJam thought for a moment and then jumped up. “Oh! I know? But we’ve gotta be REALLY quiet, okay?”

“Okay!”

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“PJ! PJ!” Nightmare tugged at PaperJam’s shoulder, pointing. “Look! There’s kitty cats!”

“Yeah! Those are Killer’s cats.” PaperJam grunted as he pushed Killer’s desk chair towards Killer’s closet, climbing onto it. “If you sit down, they’ll let you pet them! But you gotta be really gentle.”

“Hehe, okay!” Excited, Nightmare sat down. One of them went up to him and sniffed at him. Nightmare reached out and pat the cat’s head, and it let him, meowing.

It was such a cute kitty cat! Nightmare smiled brightly as he pet the cat, giggling when it head-butted his skull. So silly!

“Here!” Nightmare looked at where PaperJam was as PaperJam hopped down from the chair. He had some kind of weird back full of colorful sticks, and he was holding some kind of toys in his hands. “These are nerf guns!”

“Nerf guns?” Nightmare accepted the one PaperJam handed to him, looking over it curiously. “What does it do?”

“It shoots foam!” PaperJam giggled, grabbing Nightmare’s free hand and tugging him. “Come on! Let’s go find Papa and Sunny! We can surprise them, and I’ll teach you how to shoot them!”

“Oh! Hehe, okay!” Excited, Nightmare quickly followed PaperJam.

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“Shh!” PaperJam hushed as they snuck along the wall to the room where Sunny and Papa were talking. “We gotta be stealthy.”

Nightmare nodded in understanding, nerf gun locked and loaded as he held his finger to his teeth. “Shhh.”

“Yeah!” PaperJam nodded, and together they snuck into the room.

“-are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” PaperJam heard his Papa say to Sunny. “Really, I don’t have much of an idea as to what I’m doing. But I think a big part of what’s going on for you isn’t from anything you’ve done or that you can do.”

“But-“

“Those people are not good people. I can see you know that. I don’t know how different it was from mine, if any different at all, but they are stubborn.”

PaperJam looked over at Nightmare and nodded. Nightmare nodded back, holding up his nerf gun.

“I… yeah, I know. I just-“

“NOW!” PaperJam yelled, aiming and shooting at his papa. Nightmare popped up from behind him, shooting at Sunny too. Both of them jumped, turning to look at them.

“What-“

“Now run!” PaperJam squealed, grabbing Nightmare’s hand. Nightmare giggled, quickly following him as they ran out of the room.”

“Nighty?!” He heard Sunny call out after them, but PaperJam was too busy giggling as he ran around the corner.

Oof-!

He fell back on his butt with Nightmare, looking up. What had happened? What did he run into-

Oh.

Oh it was Killer.

PaperJam wasn’t supposed to use the nerf guns without permission! Oh no!

PaperJam scrambled up, hiding his nerf gun (poorly) behind his back. “Ah! Killer!”

“Heya, kiddo.” Killer grinned down at him, knowingly, and PaperJam shrunk under his gaze. Oh, he was in trouble. He had just wanted to have fun with his new friend! But he forgot Kilker’s rule. “Are you two having fun?”

“Yeah!” Nightmare cheered, unaware of the trouble they were in. PaperJam opened his mouth to apologize, but before he could, Killer pulled out a nerf gun pointed at him.

“Well, you two better run off then!” Killer said with a snicker. “Or I’m gonna get ya!”

“NO!” Nightmare squealed, turning and running the other way. PaperJam stared up at Killer, a bit in shock. Killer winked down at him, gesturing with his nerf gun for PaperJam to run on.

“Well? What are ya waiting for?” He asked.

Oh.

Oh!

Grinning, PaperJam quickly turned and ran after Nightmare.

This was gonna be so fun!

#kia takes shit #submission #suspect #ckte #curiosity killed the error #ARGHGHRGGGGGGG

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ohtobearandomftblog · 1 year

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fear/trauma headcanons because i want them to suffer

gray and juvia have violent flashbacks whenever they see collars like what invel used

gray is far more violent than juvia

gray is more likely to attack anyone who tries to help him viciously unless its juvia but then hed think she was like the ur that neinhart summoned and will be cautious to the point of weak attacks meant to keep her away

juvia will lash out wildly but eventually will curl into a ball (as a human or as water depends on if she could hear gray) and simply cry. rain is summoned

canonically gajeel views crucification as his worst memories. headcanonically he gets shaky and stuttery and he cant tell if its a panic attack or not but he doesnt really tell anyone bc he thinks he deserves it for what he did to levy jet and droy

natsu gets very anxious around any flame

when natsu was with igneel he would have a complete meltdown whenever he saw fire. made it very difficult to learn yknow fire dragon slaying magic.

after natsu got to fairy tail he was mostly fine with his own flames but like. macao. noooooooo. hell even the fireplace. noooooo no no nonononono

he never knew why until he got some memories unlocked during the alvarez shit. then he still had a fear of uncontrolled fire/his fire becoming uncontrollable

wendy will stay awake all night sometimes, trying to find/cast enchantments that will protect her mind and body from ever being taken over/altered ever again

erza used to get angry whenever she saw any chains. even the tiny ones for a necklace. she got angry to cover her fear of them. a pickaxe also gets her angry

levy will avoid going near long pieces of anything hard. shes scared shell trip and fall and impale herself on them. jet and droy used to be like that but after the 7 years they just became super careful around it

lucy is so close to making a deal with the celestial spirit king to allow gate keys of all kinds to be requip-ible. she doesnt care what the price is she just wants to make sure she will never lose her friends again. unless the price is losing a friend again in which case she might just murder the fucking king

after the last acnologia thing at least gray lucy and happy are afraid of literally Everything when someone's behind them. if the person laughs if they talk if they walk if they trip if they do nothing. they think theyre either being attacked or kidnapped or killed

laxus and erik (maybe sting and rogue too) are scared of lacrima

when the communication lacrima, the only one they ever bothered with, was big enough that youd have trouble carrying it with both hands, they were mostly okay. just had to have it across the room with no one else in the room

after the com lacrima became tiny phones they just. never use it. or if they are forced to then its as far from them as possible. they wont hold it. its great bc if the phone is close to their ear then its way too loud but its terrible bc they have to yell responses unless its another slayer

pantherlily will not go near laxus. if someones holding him and they go to walk past laxus he will get out of their hold and fly in a big circle around him before going back to the persons arms/shoulder/whatever. he knows logically that laxus wont summon thunder just bc lily got close but also big boom noise reminds him of far too many awful things from edolas

carla happy frosch and lector are also scared of thunder. all exceeds are. those four have just been on earth land long enough to know itll most likely be okay. happy has been near laxus enough to know hell just absorb it if it gets close to the guild

cana hates hospitals. even a medical area or something where the injured/sick rest. too many bad experiences there. too much death. it doesnt help that her fortune telling is itching to show how people will be affected by what ails them

all of the dragon slayers have a fear of abandonment. be it their first human families, the dragons (if applicable), the second families (again if applicable), the guilds, the exceeds (you get the gist), friends, whatever. they have been left too often to expect people to stay for any amount of time, but by the gods does it burn when anyone leaves even for a moment

mystogan and porlyusica feared an anima would drag them back to edolas every single fucking day.

now porlyusica fears it, even after they all reassured her mystogan took care of them all.

and mystogan fears that he didnt stop the animas, and hell suddenly have a lacrima of his family back on his doorstep

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