#so I'm sorry but I gotta roast him

[luveline]

Omg what about reader talking to Eddie and she just starts crying bc she's just loves him so so much and Eddie is so confused what's happening and for a sec he thinks it's bc the joke he made hurt her feelings and he's just like "baby sorry no I'm sorry ur not too chatty" and like "ur crying bc u love him? Why is that making u cry??"

“And we went back to her place and slept four to a bed. I'm surprised I had it in me, but I guess I was, you know, sixteen.” You stab a particularly nice looking roasted potato with your fork and put it on his plate. “It's kind of crazy. I couldn't do that now, I'm too old. My back would hurt too much. I can only sleep in my bed or your bed.” 

“Mine, please.” 

You laugh and give him another potato off of your plate. He already has potatoes, but this is how you are. You won't accept them back —he's tried to stop you before, with less than optimal results. “Yours for sure. I'm too full to drive.” 

“That's what I like to hear.” He pushes his plate away in case a third potato is on its way, gesturing to your food with his knife. “Is yours warm enough?”

“Sure.” You wipe your mouth with a napkin and take the sip of your shared drink with a refreshed smile. “Ah, and that's really cold.” 

“We could still do stuff like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“You know, like you and your friends did. I know we're not sixteen anymore but we can still have fun.” 

“I do have fun.” 

He shrugs and stands, picking up your empty glass to refill for you. “And we'd get to sleep in our own bed at the end,” he says, kissing the side of your head. “We'll go out this weekend and do all that fun stuff. But with fewer felonies.” 

“They weren't felonies,” you say. 

Eddie laughs as he makes his way to the sink. He loves this, having dinner with you, letting you talk his ear off. “You're nonstop tonight, baby, somebody put a quarter in you or what?” 

“Two quarters,” you say. 

He makes a drink. It can't take long. He rinses out the glass, fills it with coke, grabs a handful of ice cubes from the fridge and wipes the counter when he's done. He sits across from you as he had been, waiting to hear more of your story or maybe whatever plans you'd like to make this weekend, but he stops cold, because you're crying in your seat all quiet and secretive, looking down at your lap. 

“Hey,” Eddie says, panic shooting through him, quick and unapologetic, “Hey. Hey, what's wrong? You're crying.” 

He reaches across the table for your hand. “I wasn't trying to be mean,” he says hurriedly. “You're chatty, but you're my chatty– uh, thing, you know? Not that you're a thing. You're not a thing.” Eddie squeezes your hand, swapping panic for a more serious demand. “What's wrong?” 

“Eddie, stop,” you say. 

“You stop. What's wrong, sweetheart? You gotta tell me.” His voice fries with pleading. 

“I just love you.” 

He stares at you. “What?” 

“I love you, Eddie…” You sniff and wipe your cheek. “Sorry, I'm not trying to be a loser,” —you laugh, and his racing heart starts to settle— “just you're the only person I know who'd sit here listening to me babble and figure out what I'm trying to say. I'm so lucky. I love you so much.” 

Eddie feels a heat growing along his waterline. “Well, hey, I love you too. You're the only person I'd wanna sit and listen to. You get that?” 

“I know.” You laugh wetly. “I don't know why it made me cry, I was just thinking, you kissed me and I was thinking hey, he really loves me.” 

“I really do.” 

He gets up out of his seat to hug you. While he holds you, you thankfully ride out the short lived bubble of tears, though you do turn into his chest and splutter another I love you. 

He's shocked that someone would feel that way about him, to love him to tears, especially you. So after he's hugged you close, he peels your face away from his neck to cradle your face, locking your eyes, ensuring that what he's about to say will stick. 

“I love you,” he says, nodding, “but you're not lucky. I like listening to you talk. It's the best.” He wipes your cheeks dry tenderly. “Don't waste your tears on me.” 

“Wasn't trying to.” 

He leans down for a gentle kiss. He knows you weren't upset, but he figures you deserve a soft touch anyhow. A very, very soft touch. 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

[revwatts]

Picture with Prongs.

Summery : You ask James Potter, who is your boyfriend to help you win in a not so sirius sibling rivalry. Muggleborn!reader.

Pairings : James Potter x reader

You and your sister had a cute sibling rivalry going on between you, where you send the pictures of your adventures every week and decide who had more interesting week than the other.

It was a way for you and your sister to stay bonded and stay updated on everything going on in each other's lives. Even though she's roll her eyes at all the wizard stuff you told her you knew that she'd run up to your room and get comfortable on your bed and ask all the questions about the wizarding world. She was only a minute and a half younger than you, she was practically your bestfriend. You even took James 'round your house to meet your family this summer. And your sister and him had loads of fun teasing you and roasting you about your clumsiness and dramatic attitude.

You loved both of them and seeing them bond like that made you feel not so bad about them teasing you. And then you both decided to set up a double date and you, James, your sister and her boyfriend went to a cute cafè that you both loved and had a really great time.

Coming back to present, you were holding a Polaroid that your sister sent you of her and an extremely adorable golden retriever. To say you envied her was an understatement but to top that so you can win this week's 'adventures of L/N girls' and get your picture in the 'babes through years' photo album. Cause you've been losing since last 4 weeks! And that is unacceptable! Your mum and dad sent you a letter expressing their 'disappointment' about the fact that you've gone down to the boring alley and their 'concern' that you won't ever be back and they'll loose their oldest daughter forever. Oh the blasphemy!!!!

"Hey, bub! What you thinking about, love?" Your thoughts were interrupted by James sitting beside you and kissing your temple.

"Nothing. Just thinking about how I'll top this week's 'adventures of L/N girls'." You let out a loud sigh. And handed him the Polaroid picture.

"Awhh, that's adorable." You smacked the back of his head.

"Sorry...You know you can just send her a picture of you with Hagrid. I'm pretty sure that'll be adventurous enough. Meeting a half giant." He said while serving himself a plate of the dinner served on the gryffindor house table.

"No. I can't. She knows Hagrid. Think something better James!" You smacked his arm this time.

"Stop hitting me, woman! I'm already yours. No need to hit on me." He winked at you.

"Jamie..." You stretched his name with a whine.

"Wingardium laviōsa somebody's arse up and take a picture. I'm sure a flying human will please her." He said nonchalantly and took a bite from his plate.

"Already did." You grumbled. He almost spit his food out.

"When!? Who!?" He exclaimed.

"4th year. Sirius." He let out a loud laugh.

"Oh, darling, I love you so bloody much!" He let out a loud giggle.

"I know it was pretty amazing but that's not the point here. I've gotta out do her this time. She's been winning for past four weeks." You pouted.

"Yeah well, let's just think for a while."

"Think about what?" Sirius asked as him, Remus and Peter sat down.

"She needs an idea to win this week's 'adventures of the L/N girls'" James informed them.

"Oh the pictures are here? Show me." Sirius clapped his hands together.

You gave the picture to him and he awed loudly.

"Alright, it's taking a lot in me to say this but that's the most adorable pup I've ever seen." Sirius gushed over the picture and you just banged your head on the table.

"Yeah, there is no chance you can win this week. Try next time maybe." Remus teased while piling up his plate with chicken and gravy.

"ughhh!" You let out a low groan and stared at nothing in perticular while thinking about how you can win this week. Then an idea suddenly popped into your brain making a light bulb go off.

"I know how I can win this week. Oh I'm such a genius." You wore a pretty smile on your face. You were quite proud of yourself for thinking it.

"Well, care to share it with the class?" James said while taking a bite of his chicken.

"Yeah. You see once my sister told me that she always wanted to get a picture taken while standing next to a deer. When she was a kid she used to love Bambi and she still does. So, my dear Jamie can you please, pretty please take a picture with me." You batted your eyelashes at him while making the best puppy eyes you could.

"No." To say you were shocked was an understatement. James never says no to you.

"Why?" You asked with a heavy frown.

"I'm not some kind of patting zoo animal!" He exclaimed with a blush on his face. You quickly picked up on the fact that he was shy and embarrassed of getting a picture taken in his animagus form.

"Why!?"

"Because it's... Weird... I just don't like the idea of it. Sweetie you know I'd do anything you'd ask me to. But not this. Please." His eyebrows were furrowed.

"But Jamie then I won't win." You said with a big pout and puppy eyes.

"I know doe but just not this one, okay?" He kissed the top of your head.

He didn't want to take a picture in his animagus form because he thought he looked silly. But he didn't know any better. He looked magnificent in his animagus form. A stag. With huge antlers and a beautiful face. He was perfect. And all you had to do was make him realise that. But how?

Anyways that night you were head bent on convincing him. So you did what you know how to do best. Seduce him. And let's just say you were pretty persuasive. (He made you promise a week full of blow jobs. And then he finally said yes.)

So the next day you put on a cute summer dress and set up a picnic blanket with empty basket as a set up and the marauders followed you into the dark forest.

After you reached the dark forest, James turned into his animagus form and stood clueless in the middle of the forest. When Peter tried to get a picture of just prongs he stuck his tongue out but it still turned out to be an adorable picture.

Next thing you asked Peter to take multiple pictures with you standing beside Prongs. One where you were admiring his antlers. Another one where you pat his head. One where you planted a kiss right between his two doe-eyes. James was loving this. The affection he was getting, the closeness he felt. The warmth of your hand caressing his coat. The last picture was with you feeding an apple to Prongs. But then Sirius wanted to join this picture party.

So you took a picture with a black dog smothering you in kisses and a very jealous looking pissed off stag. And another one with you standing in the middle of Padfoot and Prongs and Wormtail sitting on top of your head. Remus took that picture. Every single one of them was adorable. After you were done you went back to the castle and went to the kitchen to pick up some snacks. You owled all your pictures and joined your boyfriend on the couch infront of the fire place and cuddled in his side.

"You know guys, today I realised that you guys are the coolest and most adventurous things I have in my life. And I just feel so happy about it." James smiled down at you and gave you a long peck. And Sirius came jumping beside you and joined yours and James' cuddle party and soon you found yourself wrapped in a blanket with four amazing gentlemen. And you felt like the luckiest girl in the whole fucking world.

And ofcource you won 'the adventures of L/N girls' that week.

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #james potter x reader #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #james potter #remus x sirius #remus lupin #wolfstar #the marauders #sirius black #peter pettigrew #james sirius remus and peter #i love harry potter #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #harry james potter x reader

[cosmal]

hey! i saw you have your requests open so i wanted to req a james or remus x reader where she goes off on a tangent about something she loves and then cuts herself off because she doesn’t think he’ll want to hear about it, and he is just very kind and explains that he likes to hear her talk and doesn’t find her annoying? i’m talking to a guy rn and he’s so nice but recently he dismissed a topic i’m really interested in (inadvertently i think) and i felt so silly for even bringing it up :’) ik james or remus would be so comforting!!!

it’s okay if not though! i hope you’re having a beautiful day 💞

ramble

summary james lets you ramble about your favourite tv show

content james potter x fem!reader

note men just dont get the point, do they!!!! fuck him. thanks for the req though lovely <3

You've managed to steal James away. A moment where you've worked the courage to talk to only him, not talk to him through other points his friends have made. It's just you and him and he's asked you about your favourite TV show.

"So, they're about to release a new season," you say. Your hands are talking more than your mouth is. Pointing and waving around to get your point across. "And," you think you should pause to take a breath but you don't, "and she's back."

"Who?" James asks you. He sets his drink down to fold his arms across his chest and leans in.

"Veronica!" you say excitedly, eyes creasing with pleasure. You're radiating excitement. "She's not dead. She was just missing, trapped somewhere. I’m not sure yet, the trailer doesn’t show much. How cool?"

James nods and hums and then his name is called out from across the lawn. You think it's Sirius. James doesn't pay him any mind.

"And then there's Alexander," you're talking quietly now, still just as excited, "her lover. God, he's been looking for her for centuries. Romance isn't dead."

You pause to take a breath but mainly because Sirius is still trying to gain James's attention. Standing by the fire bucket with a bunch of sticks in his hand.

"Sorry, one moment," James says, soft smile and apologetic eyes, and turns to face his friend. He's got his hand on your knee. "What?"

"Do you wanna roast marshmallows?" Sirius asks and can tell James is incensed. He has it in him to look sheepish.

"What? No, I don't, Sirius." You've never heard James get angry at Sirius. You think you might laugh but feel worse because it's because of you. "Can't you see I'm talking?"

"Whatever," Sirius grumbles.

James turns back and looks like he's about to apologise again. You beat him to it. "Sorry, James." You turn your head and feel yourself heating up. "Shit, sorry. I've started rambling again. You can go see your friends."

"What?" James' face softens and it hits you right in the chest. He's still got his hand at your knee. He squeezes it when your face ducks down. "No, ignore Sirius. He's being his usual annoying self."

You bite your lip and still feel bad. You've sat here and rambled about a TV show he's unfortunately had the displeasure of asking you about. "He's your friend."

"He's a dickhead," he grumbles but has it in him to smile. You know he doesn't mean it. They're basically like brothers; you've only known James for a few months.

"You can go roast marshmallows if you want." You feel stupid when you say it. There's the tiniest bit in you that hopes he doesn't want to. By the off chance he doesn't, you promise to shut up.

"I don't want to roast marshmallows. I couldn't think of anything worse." James laughs and grabs his empty cup. Your breathing jumps. "Hey, let's got grab another drink and you can tell me more about this show, yeah?"

You blink at him. "Really?"

James stands and holds his hands out. You stare at his arms, where his biceps strain underneath his white button-down. He's gotta be cold. "Yeah, what were you saying about Alexander? Centuries? That is romantic."

You think you beam. You know you look like an idiot. Smiling up at him until your cheeks apple. You try to tamp down the way he's making you feel but fail immensely. He looks at you with all the patience in the world until you snap out of it.

You take his hands and think being here is warmer than the space around the bonfire. "Totally romantic," you swoon. A little too dramatic. You feel worse when James guides you through the swarm of people in Emmeline's backyard. He wraps his hand around your elbow. "I envy their relationship. I mean, who can say the love of their life searched for them across time and space for hundreds of years?"

James starts to pour your drink before his. You'd told him once, an offhanded comment weeks ago, your drink of choice. He apparently remembered. "Looks like I have a bit of competition.''

"Yeah?"

James nods and hands you your drink. Stronger than usual. You don't mind, you might need it. "I've gotta lift my romance game," he says. "Gotta impress you somehow. I don't know how to time travel but I'm a good hand holder."

You giggle and let him take your hand. "I don't think you'll need time travel, James."

He doesn't. He lets you ramble all night.

#james potter #james potter fluff #james potter x shy!reader #james potter imagine #james potter x y/n #james potter x reader #james potter x reader fluff #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x you #james potter fic #james potter blurb #james potter blurbs #james potter drabble

[sordidmusings]

Tender Love and Care - Hair Care (Buggy x amab!Reader

Art by ijessbest on Twitter (refusing new name still) I believe they also have a tumblr by the same name!

A/N: Sorry I took so long to post this and thank you for your patience! I had thought I put it up earlier but noticed that wasn't true while doing some organizing. The differences are pretty subtle but I hope they are meaningful for your immersion and help you feel seen! If there's something I can do better (I am cis fem so I'm sure there's much my experience has me missing about yours) please let me know! I'd like to help y'all get your escapism too 🤍

From the original a/n - "Ah yes, another 'taking care of Buggy's head' fic to take up space on the internet. Just gotta indulge in giving this man some tlc. Did I write four thousand words of simping for the cringefail pirate clown's hair? Yes. And I'd do it again >:p"

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: masculine leaning amab!reader (no pronouns or gendered titles), Lots of Feelings, yearning, possibly angst?, probably hurt/comfort?, waxing very poetic, Buggy being a prickly bitch who doesn't know how to receive affection, Buggy also being a delusional bitch who immediately latches on to that affection

afab!Version

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“Touch the makeup and I’ll bite your fingers off!”

“I’m quaking.”

“...I’ll spit in your face.” His eyes narrowed while you blanched. “I’ve got damn good aim too so you better watch those big ol’ eyes.” Almost a compliment? Progress.

“To save us both from catastrophe, I’ll let you keep your grease-face,” you promised. After a few more seconds of giving you the stink eye (really, you should be taking notes because his form is exemplary), Buggy finally settled back into your hold. His stubble scratched lightly at your palms and you allowed your thumbs a scant few passes from his cheek bones to the back of his jaw. That was easy enough to play off as mindless movements while you examined him for the coming wash. Hopefully.  You were at least putting in the effort to keep the affection in your chest from blooming into a wide smile on your face, lest he begin spitting like a wet cat again.

After placing him down on your clothes chest, you began gathering together the things you’d need to clean him up. You had already prepared a large basin of steaming water before you had grabbed Buggy from Zoro for your night shift with him. If he had truly protested against you then you’d just have extra water to spoil yourself with for your nightly routine. What a loss. While you flitted around grabbing a cup, a pile of towels, and care products, Buggy took to commenting about whatever his eyes fell on around your room. Your half-assed replies did nothing to discourage his gentle roast of your safe space. He only shut up when you picked him back up and brought him over to the basin.

You were taken by surprise when you took off his bandana.  You had guessed that his hair was thick from the pieces that framed his face, but you hadn’t expected long locks to be wrapped up in there. They slipped and fell down like silk despite being in clear need of a wash, and you started to become a bit excited to see how they would come to shine under your care.

“What’s wrong with you? Never seen hair before?” There was a bit more bite to him all of a sudden and it hit you that he may be self-conscious from your staring.

“Never seen yours before, duh,” you teased. “You should wear your hair out as a power move against all the scrangly ass men in these waters.”

Buggy took a blank-faced moment to process your words. Probably weighing your sincerity against the backlog of insults he’s heard in his life. Unfortunately, one joking compliment never stood a chance.

“Whatever, just do your job.” His bitter tone made you keep your mouth shut and drop the topic. For now.

Seeing how he had a lot more hair than anticipated, you got up again to grab yet another towel so that you could use it as a cushion. Finally settled, you grabbed Buggy in one hand, the cup in the other, and got to work. You had laid a small board across the basin so you could rest Buggy on it instead of having to hold him up the whole time. You may have gotten strong in this life, but you were not masochistic enough to try holding him up throughout this process. You made sure to be extra gentle when you put him to rest on the back of his head, mindful that the hard plank wasn’t the most comfortable.

Wetting his hairline was taking longer than you thought. The soft noises from the pouring water hitting his scalp and trickling through his hair into the basin below felt loud in the stillness of the room. Everything had a languid air like you could breathe freely without thought or time to measure the passing of each exhale. Wanting to check in, you looked down from your task and into Buggy’s face. Despite all his past showboating, Buggy was having difficulty keeping his gaze anywhere near your face.  You decided to take pity on him in his discomfort but not too much. “So how’d you get your damn good aim?”

Silence.

You’re beginning to think that him looking at you like you’re stupid is his comfort zone.

“You know, that ‘damn good aim’ that makes my ‘big ol’ eyes’ easy targets?” you supplied.  At first, you thought he would roll his eyes and make more digs at you, but he finally caught you off guard.

“It’s a trade secret,” he said with a growing smile and a glint in his eyes. His face grew even more pleased when you smiled mischievously back at him.

“Clown trade?”

He hummed out an affirmative. You saturated the last of his hair at the front and sides and now needed to dunk the rest in the basin. The sheer amount of long blue locks that this pretty, pretty man had may cause it to overflow, but you supposed that’s just a workplace hazard when becoming a glamor clown’s hairdresser. You paused in lowering him to look around quite dramatically (squinty eyes, pursed lips, and all) before leaning slightly closer to stage whisper, “You can tell me; I ain’t no snitch.”

You barely caught the laugh that he choked short in order to keep up his serious facade. He let his eyes wander the room to double check your surveying and pretended to be in thought. He let out a heaving sigh and said, “Okay, okay, but you have to lean in close. Can’t have this getting out.”

Ever obliging, you turned your head and leaned until you felt his warm breath on your skin and the roundness of his nose tickling to top of your ear. You were thankful he couldn’t see the little shiver down your spine or the goosebumps spreading down your neck. He was thankful you couldn’t see him close his eyes to savor the scent of your aftershave. All was still for a few breaths too long.

“The secret?” you prompted, thinking he was waiting for your urging or that he was just trying to make you squirm. You didn’t see his eyes flutter open while he forced thoughts other than your closeness back into that head of his. Okay, he really needed to do something to reel himself back in and get some control of the situation.  Easier said than done when he’s only a head.

You felt as much as you heard him take a deliberate inhale… only for a loud raspberry to be blown right next to your ear.

Nearly dropping him in shock, you quickly pulled your head back and held him at arm’s length like a misbehaved puppy. Through his canting cackles, Buggy met your wide eyes with a proud grin. It didn’t even need the help of his makeup to split his face. Damn, you could stare at that forever. He had just the prettiest eyes you think you’d ever seen. The way they shifted color under the low lights and sparkled with his smile had you feeling entranced. It had the same commanding presence and addicting warmth as flames with their own swirling colors and sparking embers. You thought your poetic idioms for him would always center around the sea, especially for his blue-green eyes, but here we are.

The corner of his smile started to twitch downward under your stare until wild and cheerful laughter burst from your lips. They were the kind to shake your shoulders and scrunch your cheeks up into your eyes and he’s now certain that he has fucked right up. Buggy felt alarms blaring in his mind as he took in your joy and was certain he would make an absolute fool of himself in any and all ways possible to keep getting hits of it. Between your settling chuckles, you managed to say, “Don’t worry, I’ll bring that wisdom with me to my grave.”

Readjusting your grip, you moved forward and dunked the back of Buggy’s head fully into the water. He sighed out at the sensation, but he fully melted when one of your hands went to support the back of his skull and the other flowed through his tresses to make sure all of them were wet. You let yourself take your time, both to make sure you were thorough and to indulge yourself in the comfort of the moment. A tenderness spread through you when you saw that this was also indulging Buggy. His breath was slow and steady, and his eyes were resting closed to better focus on the sensations coming to him. You truly were a people pleaser at heart and seeing someone so bedraggled and affection-starved accept your care made your heart and head feel fuzzy.

You slowly leaned him more upright and used your other hand to wipe out some of the excess water. Buggy felt you shuffling around, and his eyes opened to see what you were up to. After you moved him to rest on the flat bottom of his neck on top of the softest towel that he’s felt in ages, he realized that you went through the trouble to try to make even that wooden board comfortable for his sake. He was starting to feel even more uncertain and out of his element.

Careful fingers carded through and spread out his hair behind him while an equally careful gaze watched over their work. After lathering your hands with a shampoo bar scented by vanilla and spices, you set to work giving him the scalp massage of a lifetime.

While focusing on doing the best job possible and maybe also the beautiful color of his hair was keeping you from thinking about anything else, Buggy had no such luxury. He had nothing to direct his nervous energy at - didn’t even have fingers to fidget with! - so he closed his eyes and tried to keep his face neutral. Everyone enjoys a good scalp massage or at least some kind of pampering so it wouldn’t have been weird for him to visibly enjoy it, but something watery and vulnerable was pressing at his throat under your tender care. His mind and body (well… head) were at odds. While his train of thought spun every which way only to be tethered back to the word ‘why’, his muscles melted until they were soft and pleasantly limp. Has his brow ever been so smooth? His jaw so loose? His lips so softly set? Oh God, you must have noticed the stubborn stiffness in his neck because your fingers abandoned his hair to firmly rub from the base of his skull to where he met the towel and that was truly his undoing.

With a rumbly hum, Buggy finally gave in to temptation and tied his mind to your movements. He let himself imagine affection there - imagine that this was special and just for him. You’ve never tended to anyone else like this. You offered because you simply had to know what his hair felt like. You just wanted to touch him. You wanted it much more than you ever wanted to touch anyone else. If he opened his eyes and looked up at yours, he would see them pouring with love, just like your hands were, and you would look sweetly down at him with your gorgeous eyes and handsome smile and say lovely things and you’d love him-

You’d love him.

Fuck.

You noticed Buggy suddenly flinch under your hands and you tensed up.

“Are you okay? Did I snag your hair?” You hadn’t felt anything tug but you supposed you could’ve missed it.

Buggy cleared his throat before stiffly responding, “No. Keep going.”

Something thick in his tone caught your attention and you looked to see his expression was tense instead of the blissed out one you had admired not too long ago. That won’t do. You went back to the tried and true pressure points on the scalp that you knew from experience eased anyone up. Checking his face again, you noticed it was more relaxed but still too guarded for your tastes. Deciding he must be getting antsy, you switched to working the shampoo down his hair after getting a touch more product on your hands. The time it took to get it properly sudsed and rinsed was calm, despite the fact that there was some undercurrent to the air that felt charged. Maybe it was just from seeing the talkative and bratty clown be so subdued. As you began spreading conditioner through his hair, you decided that it was time to engage him again.

“This bar is my favorite; nothing makes my hair softer,” you said. Already, his hair was relaxing to glide even more smoothly between your fingers. You weren’t ready to give the feeling up, so you spent the entire time that the conditioner was setting to run your fingers through his hair.

Buggy couldn’t do anything at the moment to judge your claim, but the smell alone made him understand why it was your favorite. It matched that of the shampoo bar, but the richer ingredients in the conditioner highlighted the comforting tones of the vanilla and the sensuality of warm spices and wood. He relished in it on every inhale, hoping to unravel and memorize its every undertone. Was that a touch of amber in there? A little pink peppercorn? Maybe some incense and oud at the base? Buggy suddenly felt ridiculous. He was never one to give much thought to fancy perfumes, yet here he was trying to dissect your scent like a sommelier tasting a new wine. 

You made quick work of rinsing his hair this final time and gently pushing and squeezing any excess water out. You set Buggy back on a towel, this time one that was spread on the floor. It was the one that you had just been sitting on. Buggy was embarrassed that he noticed and enjoyed the fact that he could still feel your body heat on it.

“How many of those things do you have?” Buggy scoffed as you pulled yet another towel over to dry his hair. You flicked his forehead in warning against further sass.

“You can never have too many. It’s something that you use daily and they come in handy during emergencies,” you explained.

“Oh yeah like what?”

“Well, I was thinking of situations like having to soak up a spill or blood, but the state of your hair definitely qualifies.”

The outburst was immediate.

“I KNEW YOU WERE MAKING FUN OF ME YOU DAMN LIAR! HOW DA-”

Good thing you were prepared for this and stuffed some of yet another towel into his screaming mouth. He bit down on it harshly and glared at you with all his might. Snarls and grumbles still made their way through the cloth, letting you know just how displeased he was. You were a little shocked to find that despite being gagged and despite just being a head that his glare still actually intimidated you. The time spent with the crew treating him like a harmless little pest had helped you forget that, when push came to shove, he could back up his talk with violence.

The brief glimpse of fear in your eyes gave him a twinge of satisfaction but mostly felt a lot more hollow than he’d expected. Wasn’t this what he wanted? 

When you reached back out to continue drying his hair, you were more tentative than he had ever seen you and his mood dropped even further. Even with your caution, the way that you moved the towel over his hair and gently squeezed more water out of it was filled with care. The whole thing felt very foreign to him. Buggy usually rubbed his towel through his hair chaotically like the more forceful he was the sooner he could get done with the bothersome task. You were working over him like any undue force would be an insult. Like he was something precious. That watery feeling started pressing on him again.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you started quietly. “I just meant to poke fun, not make you actually feel insulted.” After a few more soft pats with the towel, you slowly removed his makeshift gag. He took a moment to wiggle around his jaw and get the dry feeling out of his mouth.

“Yeah, well good job, dumbass,” he bit. You winced at the hurt in his tone. “Just finish up.”

You took a moment to recenter yourself while you grabbed your comb and brush. This was not how you wanted this to go. One wrong comment had sent this whole interaction spiraling and it made you sad. Sensitivity like that was usually built up from years of feeling the same hurts over and over again, and you didn’t ever want to be someone to aggravate an already festering wound, especially not on someone who you genuinely enjoyed. Not on someone who you were increasingly craving affection from. This needed to be fixed. Steeling yourself for the resistance you were about to meet, you began combing the ends of his hair and spoke, “The blue color is pretty.”

He ignored you. As expected.

“It was one of the first things I noticed about you.” He still wouldn’t even glance up at you. “Also how it brings out the color of your eyes.”

He snorted dismissively in a way that very clearly told you he wasn’t believing a word you said. Also expected. You’re just going to have to soldier on until this eventually worked… maybe worked… hopefully worked?

Just as in the rest of the process, you were slow and thorough when combing his hair. You murmured compliments to him about how soft it is; how thick and how beautiful. By the time that you had switched to using your brush, he was showing signs of being worn down by your flattery. His face was more relaxed and he let himself look around instead of trying to burn a hole through the floor. All you could focus on, though, was how downcast and tired his eyes looked.

“Alright, I’m all finished up,” you told him. “I’m going to put you in the hammock for a minute while I get ready for bed.”

After placing him in the middle of your bedding, you disappeared behind a dressing screen. The routine of bathing  yourself with a washcloth and bowl of soapy water eased you. Since you had taken so much time tending to Buggy, the last bowl of fresh water had become lukewarm. Despite this, the final wipe down had you feeling refreshed and ready to jump into bed. It was no soak in the tub, but still left you feeling much better after a long day of helping work around the ship.

You had set about your routine briskly so that you didn’t leave Buggy waiting too long. Little did you know, he didn’t mind the time of having nothing to do besides enjoy the soft blankets you curled up in every night. He was trying to soak it in before you inevitably put him back down on the floor. If the night had taught him anything, you’d at least put him on one of those fluffy towels instead of throwing him back in the bag like the others did.

You came over to him on the hammock and he admired how you looked, now clean and fresh. His eyes poured over your shirtless chest and the thin sleep pants moving around the shape of your legs. When you picked him back up, your face and body language were as placid as he had ever seen them and he was surprised at how content that made him feel. He readied himself to be moved away, left cold and forgotten, but he was astonished when you plopped yourself in your bedding instead with him still in your hands. The shock must have shown on his face because you chuckled at him and gave him a bright smile. Even with the bumpy road that the night had been, your smile made him soft and content. He was realizing with more and more resignation that your smile and laugh would let you get away with anything when it came to him.

“So no floor? Trying to bribe me with favors?” His voice was mostly back to that sarcastic lilt you’ve come to adore.

Content that he was feeling better, you answered, “Nah, just using you so I can have a teddy bear. Haven’t had a good one in ages.”

Making good on that promise, you made sure that he was securely nestled into your neck and shoulder. You used both of your arms to cradle him there and both hands to continue your worship of his hair. It was just barely damp and the coolness felt nice on your hands, especially in contrast to the cozy heat emanating from his head. His long eyelashes tickled at your neck every time he blinked, just like the light scruff on his jaw teased at the skin on your chest. His big nose felt cozy rested on your clavicle, and you had to resist the urge to reach down and trail your fingers on it. A giddy and victorious feeling flushed through you when you felt him close his eyes a final time and sink into your embrace.

Buggy should have known that he was doomed from the start. He was having a hell of a time trying not to moan at your fingers scratching and massaging his scalp, both during the hair care and now, when he was held in your arms. The feeling of being rested on your bare chest sent his heart racing. He couldn’t stop his little movements to nestle into you and get just that much more of your warmth and touch. If he thought that he loved the smell of you before, he was absolutely intoxicated now that he knew what it was like when it floated over the two of you while wrapped in body-warmed sheets.

He wanted to ask you why you were doing all of this, but he didn’t want to know the answer. Not right now. Right now he was going to let himself go back into that place in his head where you lo- cared about him. A place where each night he would crawl into bed with you and, no matter how the day went, you would be there to empty his mind of anything but the two of you. You’d greet him with a kiss or a laugh or an embrace and you would shine with so much joy because he’s next to you again. He’d know what your love felt like, how it felt to be under your hands, how your skin felt under his lips. All these daydreams swirling in his head started to make him sick with want, and he needed to know at least one of them. He couldn’t handle all of them staying forever in his mind.

The tiniest increase of pressure from his lips brought your attention to where they rested below your collarbone. The almost kiss was so heartbreakingly shaky and hesitant that you felt your eyes burn with the threat of tears. To reassure him, you dragged your cheek across his temple before turning to leave a deliberate kiss there. Buggy relished the contact, the satisfied sigh you let out afterward, and the gentle weight of your cheek as you snuggled back into him. Your reward came in the form of a grinning cheek pushing into you.

All his humor and posturing certainly caught your attention in the best way and even his explosive temper was something you couldn’t say turned you away. This gentleness, though, this uncertain and wounded place, had you bursting with affection and you were hoping to keep experiencing it. You’d meet it each time with steady affection until it turned into something he embodied with the same surety that he had in his beloved spotlight.

Both of you slipped more sweetly into dreams, curled up together as you were, and with more peace and ease than the years before had allowed. Neither of you would let the years to come be absent of this sweet treasure, either.

#buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #opla buggy x reader #buggy the clown #opla buggy #one piece #amab reader #male reader #opla #one piece live action #x reader

[spicywhenspeaking]

If I’m There Chapter: Twenty-Four

read from part one here!

summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

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(You're waiting for the)

Day to come when thеy will notice

(It is time to wake up now)

Fighting battlеs at your lowest

(Your fire is dying out)

Dragging every step forward

But it won't happen again

And I'm not gonna pretend

(I don't want the money)

(Want the money)

Noah sent Erin a CD with a playlist of their songs he hoped she would like. She has been blaring it loudly for days since she opened the package. She’s been listening to it nonstop and now sings along to the lyrics.

Can't say I'm mad, this is entertainment

But I want what they have and I'm gonna take it

And I'm so sorry if I'm cynical

My water's full of chemicals

I don't know what I'm made of anymore

“Sweetie! Lunch is ready!” I call out to her over the sound of the music as I place the plate I made for her, buttered noodles with grilled chicken with roasted broccoli and fresh fruit. 

Erin races down the stairs humming along to one of the songs she’s been listening to. 

“Yum! Thanks, Mom!” she says, plopping down to dig into her pasta. I sit alongside her and eat my plate. 

“So Noah said he will be back in less than a week, we will get a few days to hang out before you go to art camp,” I mention softly and she smiles brightly. “I’m excited to see him again, we should take him to the skating rink where Ashley had her birthday party, Oh! Oh! And we have to have a game night before I go to camp.” she exclaims excitedly. I laugh and nod, “Of course honey, we will have to ask him when he gets into town.” Her smile continues to grow as we talk and I am happy to see her so excited about spending more time with Noah. She talked to me after one of her last therapy sessions and the weight of guilt has lessened tremendously after our conversation. Her little heart is full of so much love. In the future, her feelings may change and she may have more questions or even anger and I am prepared to help her with those feelings when they arise. 

After lunch, I drop Erin off at Gwen’s apartment in her senior center to spend some time with her while I head to work for a few appointments I have set up. Gwen is freshly 75 and loving life in her new senior apartment complex and loves having Erin over to hang out. She welcomes us with big hugs and the smell of freshly baked cookies. “My girls, I’m so happy to see you both!” she greets us warmly. “Gweny! Omg, I have so much to talk to you about! Noah sent me some music and it’s awesome! I have to show you some.” Erin gushes to Gwen as she walks into the living room to set her backpack down. “Oh and I brought some paints so we can do some crafts, I wanted to paint the flowers you have on your balcony.” 

Gwen with her arm slung delicately around my shoulder laughs softly, “You made the sweetest girl in the world, I hope you know how much of that comes from you.”  I rest my head against hers and sigh contently. “Thank you, Gwen, I owe so much of her to you. You have helped so much when I moved and have been there for everything in her life. I’m so grateful for you.” I tell her as Erin runs around Gwens’ new apartment. “Well, I need to head out for my appointments. Hey, little one! I gotta go.” I call over to Erin and she runs to give me a quick hug before going back to explore the new space. I hug Gwen again and kiss her softly on the cheek. “I’ll be back later, maybe closer to 8:30. Thank you again, love you both!” I say to them as I walk out the front door and head back to the car. 

My appointments go by fast today, A few line work pieces and the first session of a large back piece. On my way out the door, I get a surprising phone call from Noah. 

Hey! Nat, how are you?

Hey Noah! I’m good, just finished up work for the day and I’m about to head to Gwen’s to pick up Erin. 

How was your day? Any fun ink?

Haha yes, I started on a sweet back piece that will take a few more sessions to finish.

That is awesome!

So I wanted to call and ask about something.

Oh? What’s up? Is everything okay?

yes, yes, everything is great! I just bought my ticket to Austin and wanted to see if you could grab me from the airport on Thursday?  

Oh! Of course, that’s no problem at all. 

Are you sure? I mean I could  figure out the car rental thing if that’s easier 

Oh hush Noah, it’s really not a big deal! We’d be happy to pick you up. 

Erin has been talking nonstop about you coming back to town. She’s making many plans to fit in plenty of activities before art camp next week.

Thank you Natty, I’m excited to see you both. My flight will land around 12 pm but our Airbnb won’t be ready until 4 pm. The other guys won’t be out until later next week. 

Sounds like a plan! We will scoop you up when you land and grab some lunch, Erin will be happy to hear the news.

Have a good night Natty, Lo- Bye! *click* 

“Hello? Noah? Umm okay, bye” I put my phone back in my bag, shake the weirdness off, and just get ready to head to pick up Erin and give her the exciting news. 

Gwen texted me what they decided on pizza for dinner, so I quickly run through the Dan’s Hamburgers drive-through to grab a big cheeseburger and curly fries.

Eating my dinner quickly on the road I switch on the radio and turn between channels until I find a familiar female voice. It takes me back to being a little kid in my parent’s car on a long car ride home.

“Hey there, It’s Delilah here with a collection of love songs to set your night off right. I know love comes and goes and I hope you find a love in your life that brings you the most joy and fills your heart with wonder.” 

Her soft voice drifts through my car and I settle into listening to the rest of her radio show until I get to Gwen’s. The love songs drift through the air…

So break my step

And relent

You forgave and I won't forget

Know what we've seen

And him with less

Now in some way

Shake the excess

'Cause I will wait, I will wait for you

“Okay, Delilah I get it! I’m figuring it out…just get off my back.” I grumble at the radio and switch it to the next station. 

I may not always love you

But long as there are stars above you

You never need to doubt it

I'll make you so sure about it

God only knows what I'd be without you

“Oh fuck off,” I say as I shut off the radio and complete the ride in silence. 

Erin races to the door when we get to the car, “I had so much fun with Gweny but I am sooo tired.” she slugs against the door, and when I click the unlock button she quickly climbs into the seat and reclines it back.

I laugh at her actions, shutting her eyes and curling into herself. “That’s what happens when you stay up all night listening to music silly girl.” I laugh and she groans, “I want to learn all of the lyrics so I can sing along when we go to one of Noah’s shows.” she grumbles sleepy. 

“Well they have a break coming up, so you’ll have plenty of time to learn the songs.” I tell her, “Actually, Noah called me after work. He’ll be here Thursday and asked if we could pick him up from the airport on Thursday.” She perks up immediately, springing up from her seat in excitement, “That sounds great! I’m so excited, omg what should we do? We have to show him the diner and oh oh we can take him to the water park! Or we can go rollerblading!” the sleepy child I saw minutes ago is gone and she’s awoken with a new spark.

“Okay baby, we will see what he has the energy for, remember he’s coming off of a long tour, he might just want to grab lunch and hang out at the house. But we will have lots of time to do all of the things you want to.” She’s still glowing with excitement on the drive home. My appointments tomorrow are later in the morning so when we get inside the house we sit in the living room and put on a movie. Erin decides to watch “Encanto”.  Haylie is in her room, probably working on her newest book but pokes her head out to say hi and double-check Erin is staying home tomorrow, with a nod of approval she slinks back into her room to finish writing, “Okay byee love youuu!” she calls as the door closes. 

Halfway through the movie I look over and see Erin has fallen asleep, I finish the movie wiping tears from my face. “Damn Disney movie,” I mumble. I gently move her upstairs and place her in her bed. 

When I am finished freshening up and laying my head down the last thing that goes through my head before sleep takes over. “Have a good night Natty, Love you! Bye.”

My dreams are visions of a future with Noah and Erin. We’re together laughing on the beach, building a sandcastle. I see myself pregnant with another baby, Noah’s eyes brighten up as he places a gentle hand on my stomach and kisses me. Sitting on the sand next to them my hands dig into the sand as the water washes up and the castle returns to the sea. The dream fades and twists into a new vision, Noah and I are arm and arm sitting on the couch watching a movie. The quiet domesticity makes my heart swell, the soft touches and gentle kisses. As his lips move down my neck a quiet gasp escapes me and my eyes shoot open as I vault myself up in bed breathlessly.

“Oh shit.” I say breathlessly, “Keep it together Nat.” 

By Thursday morning my nerves from my dream are taking over, I feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach as we wait in the lot for Noah to get off his flight. 

Noah: hey! I’m at pick-up stop H! 

Natalie: Okay! We will be there in a sec! :)

Erin is vibrating with excitement from the backseat and as we turn the corner and see Noah standing with his bags smiling and waving. “There is he! Pull over! Pull over!” Erin yells from behind me. “Okay okay, I have to wait for this car to pass sweetie,” I tell her as a nervous blush creeps up my neck.

I pull up to the side and pop the trunk as Erin shoots out to the car and runs to jump up and wrap her little around Noah. “Noah! You’re back! I’m so excited! What do you what do you want to do? Are you hungry? Me and my Mom like this diner they have the best pancakes!” Erin’s voice rings out and I laugh as I throw the car quickly into park to greet Noah. 

“Hey, Erin! I missed you!” he says dropping his bags on the ground to wrap his arms around her and lift her into a big hug, “lunch sounds amazing.” He turns to me placing Erin back on her feet. She attempts to grab his large duffels off the ground as I round the front of the car and the butterflies flutter again as he brings me into a firm hug. “Hey Natty,” he whispers into my hair. “Hey, Noah,” I respond into his chest. Erin struggles with the bag lifting it into the trunk. “Oh, honey -” I start but Noah quickly rushes over to help throw his bags into the back. “Thanks, little one,” he says to her and ruffles her hair. 

Noah opens the back door and lets her climb back into the car while I move to the driver’s side as a parking guard starts to look like he’s heading closer. “We’re heading out!” Noah politely waves to the guard and gets into the passenger seat. 

Throwing the car back into drive I carefully pull out. “So lunch?” I ask and Noah and Erin agree in unison. “So Erin, your mom says you have a lot of plans? What is first on the list?”

“Do you know how to rollerblade?”

#noah sebastian #noahsebastian #Noah Sebastian smut #noah sebastian x ofc #Noah Sebastian angst #Noah Sebastian fluff #bad omens fluff #bad omen smut #bad omen fanfiction #bad omen fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens rpf #bad omens smut #noah sebastian fic #lf Im there noah #rpf fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

[eriexplosion]

FASTER <3 An episode I liked the first time that I have a new and powerful appreciation for

Wrecker and Omega playing strategy games is so cute. He loses a lot, but I think it's not because he's bad at them, she is just. Better than most people. She's great to play with though because eventually she learns that Wrecker just needs a little extra time to think on his turns, he only makes questionable moves if he's rushed.

Tech is SO unimpressed with the uber eats mission Hunter and Echo went on. It's so funny that they apparently needed to use the buddy system for nerf nuggets delivery. Just in case.

Tech is used to Cid's shit he is the only one like 'security detail needs elaboration' because he's apparently the ONLY ONE that remembers when important details like "target is a rancor" got left out

I just love the Star Wars tradition of 'you know what high speed racing needs? extra ways to kill each other.'

Cid explaining everything to Omega is so cute actually she adores this kid.

TAKE A SEAT SPECTACLED SPECTATOR. TAY-0 is so fucking funny. It's time he prepares for the next race. Which he's going to win. TAY-0!

CIDDARIN SCALEBACK. Top Tier Star Wars Name

I love the moment when Tech and Wrecker both move in to protect Omega instantly. And Cid pushing Omega back behind her when she steps forward. She WILL come through for that girl in season 3 I know it.

Wrecker: "What's he saying?" Tech: [REDACTED]

I adore the red painted battle droid we get glimpses of. Top tier design.

SAFA TOMA SPEEDWAY IS NOT LIABLE FOR ANY INJURY, DEATH, OR DISINTEGRATION. THANK YOU!

love to take my little sister to the local 'get shot in the stands' race

That is definitely not MOST of TAY-0 Wrecker my dear.

Omega immediately speaking up like I have an extremely impulsive plan to suggest that may get us all killed or worse

"I am ready to... WHEREAREMYARMSANDLEGS?" The delivery on this line is amazing

LET TAY-0 INSTRUCT YOU HOW TO DO THIS PROPERLY

Tech looks like the most beleaguered customer service person alive right now

INSTEAD OF REPAIRING HIM WE SHOULD BE MURDERING THE GANGSTER <- Wrecker plans in action

"Hustlers like us never change" "I might surprise you." "I doubt that."

Come on you can't have an exchange like that and not have her immediately take her money and try to get Omega back and find Tech somehow

Love TAY-0's face flipping entirely around while walking away to continue talking to Wrecker.

TAY-0 BEING TAKEN OUT IS SO FUCKING FUNNY. THEY ASSASSINATED HIM.

Cid telling TAY-0 to snap out of it and he's literally just a torso... I don't think it's going to work...

DRAMATIC LEAD UP MUSIC TO "I WILL BE THE RACER"

Wrecker's face falling and "He's not joking" he is SO worried about Tech right now (anyway this parallels his calculated decision to shoot out the cable connector in Plan 99 and shows why it is not going to be as simple as him falling to his death, in this essay I will-)

OBSESSED WITH THE GRATUITOUS TECH CROTCH SHOT OF HIM GETTING INTO THE RACER.

The announcer going through every single name is such a great set up to them just ROASTING TECH'S NAME AT LENGTH WHILE THE CROWD MUTTERS DUBIOUSLY. BE NICE TO TECH.

Haxxon "The War Gnome" Trajanix is the red battle droid and I'm obsessed with him.

The other battle droid and the tricked out protocol droids are fantastic too honestly.

TECH YOU GOTTA BE IN FRONT TO WIN

It's called strategy NO it's called LOSING

I'm sorry their banter is so fucking good this episode. I cannot understand filler complaints on this one it's a breather episode and it's a fantastic one that sets up several things including Cid at the end of this season and like into season 3, as well as providing ample evidence of how Tech thinks and evaluates risk.

Cid looking away from the screen when she sees Tech take the death trap route is it because she's scared for herself or doesn't want to see him die right on screen

"You sound surprised" is another good possible callback line

"Well, I guess I owe you one." "Yes. I agree." "I'll make it up to ya!"

If this doesn't come back I will eat a hat. I don't own any so it won't be mine but I will find and eat one.

I still think the best ending to this would have been Hunter abruptly calling and going TECHHHHHH?

#the bad batch rewatch

[genshin-obsessed]

Hmmm? Rare pairs you say? Let's see... I guess Wanderer x Xiao seems like a pretty interesting duo. They're both snarky, Anemo boys who'll get into sass fights with each other but behave when their s/o's in the room.

THE SASS BESTIE!!! You're right- honestly these dudes would just roast people to death lol This is a lot longer than I thought it was gonna be- I also feel like they would just mess with the person bothering you. So this isn't *exactly* what you were talking about but I thought it would be funny ^w^ I hope you still like it!! As stated previously, (w/n) is wanderer's name ^w^

Wanderer x Xiao!

"I-if you could just-" you started, trying to walk around the man that stood in front of you. "Ex-excuse me, sir." You mumbled with a frown as he moved with you, blocking your path.

"What? I'm just messing with you~" He said, leaning in making you wince a little.

"Well... I gotta go, so if you could just-"

"Why not a date? Shoot, if you want, we could just say it's a friendly hangout." He laughed, making you roll your eyes.

"No, guy. Now go away. I'm late." You said with a huff as you tried to walk around him, but he kept getting in your path.

"Come on cutie-"

"What the hell are you doing?" You heard a voice piercing through the air, making your head whip to the top of the small building beside you. Xiao! "You're late to our date."

"Ah! Sorry, this guy keeps getting in my way." You said with a frown, making the guy scoff. You knew Xiao tended to worry if you were late.

"And who the hell are you?" He asked, looking at Xiao who stared at him for two seconds before diverting his attention back to you, completely ignoring the man.

"Have you learned nothing from us?"

"Violence isn't the answer, Xiao." You replied, crossing your arms.

"Sure it is," another voice said before nearby. You looked behind you to see (w/n) walking toward you. "If you have the right attitude."

"I'm not just gonna start beating up people." You said to him, making him roll his eyes.

"Whatever. I'll do it." (w/n) stopped in front of the tall man and looked up at him. "They're mine. So back off and find someone else."

"Uh, don't push this creep to start picking on other innocent people." Xiao replied, making the tall man scoff as he tried to shove (w/n) away. But... he couldn't. Your boyfriend didn't budge an inch.

"What? Can't shove me out of the way? Come on, I'm like half your size."

"The muscles must be for show." Xiao sighed as he got comfortable on the roof.

"They must be filled with hot air-"

"You little twerp!" The man yelled as he tried to grab him, but (w/n) just dodged out of the way. "You little-"

"(y/n), get out of the way." Xiao said lazily as the man accidentally stepped toward you.

"Go where?" You asked as you stepped back. At this point, the tall man was just chasing (w/n) around as he easily dodged all of his attacks.

The man grabbed a nearby crate and threw it toward (w/n), who just moved... but you were right behind him.

"(W/n)!" You squealed as you covered your head, protectively and bent downward. Xiao reacted instantly, teleporting to you and teleporting back into the roof. You let out another squeal as you fell onto his lap, holding onto him. "Why so close?!"

"We're 10 feet from the ground, relax." He said as he helped you stand and move away from the edge of the roof.

"You almost hit my partner..." (w/n) said, glaring at the man.

"That was all your fault." Xiao reminded, looking at him. The other anemo user rolled his eyes at the smart response before taking the man down in mere moments.

"Now who's wasting time?" You said, looking at the two as this entire thing took like 10 minutes.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin xiao x reader #genshin wanderer x reader #xiao x reader #wanderer x reader #xiao x wanderer #genshin rare pairs #🖊─ pocky’s writings

[ladykissingfish]

*Kakuzu cooking in the kitchen, with Hidan sitting at the counter and watching him* Kakuzu: ... and now that we've made the meat nice and tender, we want to think about seasoning. I know you enjoy spicy foods but sometimes, when it comes to beef, less is more. Too much spice overpowers the flavor of the meat so that ALL you taste is the heat, you know? So I'd recommend using bits of -- Hidan: 'Kuzu, why are you telling me all this? Why do I gotta know how to make all this shit when you don't let me cook anyways? Kakuzu: I cook for you because I enjoy it, brat. But, well, you always call me an old man, don't you? It's true, I am old. If one day I somehow get all of my hearts taken out, and I die, I want to think that you'd know how to take care of yourself. Hidan: Stop talking bullshit, old man. You know you ain't never gonna die. Me and you are immortal, ain't we? So that means you're stuck cooking for my ass for forever. Kakuzu: Mm; I admire your optimism. *slides the roast pan into the oven* Now, while we wait, there's something ELSE I'd like to show you how to do on your own. Hidan: *wraps his arms around Kakuzu's shoulders* Mm; if it's what I think it is, I'm sorry, but, that's always better with two people, you sexy old fuck. *starts kissing Kakuzu's chest* Kakuzu: No arguments now, brat. Now take yourself to the sink, bend over -- Hidan: Oooh, I like where this is going ~ Kakuzu: And start washing those dishes. And put some muscle into it; I want to see them sparkle. Hidan:

#kakuhida #kakuzu x hidan #kakuzu #hidan #naruto #the akatsuki #true fuckin' love

[therottenkingsreckoning]

Gotta say, I'm surprised and incredibly happy with how much y'all seemed to enjoy the first chapter! Don't know what I was so nervous about lol.

Right, as promised, chapter 2, and more soon to follow!

It would take some time after breakfast was already made and eaten before Frank felt ready to leave on their ill-fated grocery trip, continuously finding excuses to delay in little busywork around the house. Some cleaning here, reorganizing shelves of books, and gee I'm sure I must've left the oven on!

It couldn't be put off forever though. Eventually, he knew, Eddie would come back from his business, and Frank had to know before then. There'd be no leaving the house under the watchful eye of their beloved husband, no avoiding his questions when he spoke in that sweet, caring tone of voice. Frank loved the man, in part because of how deeply cherished he made them feel in return. It'd be cruel to hide the truth from him (if truth's what it was) and let him continue to think his lover was merely sick. Getting dressed for the day (he'd not be seen outside in PJs!) they donned a mask as well- for posterity's sake, and in case he really was contagious after all. Better safe than sorry.

After all of that, and with the heavy weight of finality in their chest, Frank stepped out through back door of the house and made his way towards Howdy's shop.

They knew by now that Eddie would've come and gone from there, likely voicing his concerns over Frank's current health to the resident shopkeep. Oh well, if Howdy gave him lip for being outside while sick, they had no trouble telling him to stuff it.

He was busy stocking shelves when Frank came in, hardly pausing when he saw them but still offering a chuckle. "Mornin' Frank, you look like shit." It was a friendly tradition between the two by now, and normally Frank would've responded with a roast of his own. But they had little energy for such things at the moment, his mind too tangled up in fears and what-if worries to try for an insult. Luckily, the bug did seem to get the message, and Frank could quickly slip unseen past the corner and into the pharmacy aisle.

There they were, the dreaded purple boxes. The thing that would soon decide his fate. Frank thought briefly about why their town's store would stock this many- there were only a few womb-havers here, and even fewer who'd realistically ever put the thing to use. Still, suppose they were there just in case. Just gotta grab one, they thought. Grab and b-

Buy it. Frank would need to buy the thing from Howdy. The idea had seemed doable in the abstract, but now that they were here...he couldn't do it. Having to look him in the eye, face his questions, try to make jokes...Frank swallowed hard, fighting the rising lump of bile. But he couldn't just walk out without it!

Glancing around quickly, they pressed himself close to the shelf, silently praying forgiveness for what he was about to do. A box was torn open at its seal, the contents swiftly stuffed into the waistline of their pants, and the empty shell stuffed behind the others as discreetly as he could manage.

His heart was racing with nervous excitement. They'd never stolen anything before. Should he just walk out like this? No no, surely that's too suspicious. Grabbing a bottle of cold medicine as pretense for being in that aisle, Frank walked through the rest of the shop as casually as he could manage, even as their mind screamed at each passing second.

Bunch of bananas (on sale!)

A loaf of bread.

Some cheese.

Four things was enough, right? Just a normal quick trip to the store, nothing weird with that. Nothing strange, he'd done nothing wrong.

The caterpillar had long since finished up restocking when Frank approached his counter, the normal indescribable level of snark in his eyes as he watched them. "All set?" he said, taking a look in the basket. "Not much today, eh?"

Frank let out a noise meant to be non-commital and bored, but ended up sounding more like they were suffering from stomach pain. Still, it worked somehow, earning little more than a raised eyebrow from the taller. "Yeesh, you do look terrible," he said, all teasing aside for a second as he spoke in genuine concern. "Tell ya what, I won't ask for a joke this time- tell me a fact. Know you're good for that, won't be hard on your noggin."

Oh if only you knew, Frank thought miserably, how hard everything is for me right now.

He racked their brain for a moment, trying to think of a fact he'd not told Howdy before. They'd told him plenty, it was after all the scientist's favorite activity. But for as many as had been told, Frank knew at least a dozen more.

"D-did you know that butterflies can't fly...if their body temperature is below 80 degrees?"

They tried to let his mind fall into the familiar rhythm of infodumping.

"Or no, wait, i-it was 65 I think. The uhh...the mucles don't..."

It didn't work.

Howdy seemed to mull over what Frank was saying, a comedically exaggerated look of concentration across his features. Frank had always hated that, how he and Barbie never seemed to take anything seriously even though there was plenty of serious stuff in their lives. What they hated even more though, was what happened next.

"So what if it's warmer than that? Does that mean more flight?"

Frank's heart sank. Oh no. He's got follow-up questions. On any other day they would've relished the chance to share more information. Now though, it felt like agony, the clock still ticking and ticking fast. "I think..." he started, but their mind was drawing blanks, stuck like a broken record on the singular thought of Oh God get me the fuck out of here. "I..."

Just then, sounds of the shop's only doors jangling open rang out from behind them, along with the cheerful-if-monotone call of "hello my lovely neighbors!"

Wally. Wally, the beautiful, darling little demon. Frank could almost have hugged the man if they weren't still pretending(?) to be sick. If anything at all could convince Howdy to take focus off of the grey, it would be the appearance of his boyfriend.

And sure enough, he did, a hand gently shoving Frank back with their groceries as the bug locked lips and eyes with his little man. Frank made a noise of pretended offense at this, though truth be told they were overjoyed for an opportunity to seize. "I'll take my leave since you two are clearly busy," he said, earning quick looks of embarassment (mostly from Wally.) Heart still racing and with a carefully measured step to avoid jostling free their secret "purchase", Frank walked through the door and headed home, praying they'd get there before Eddie did.

#welcome home #welcome home fanfic #Little Flame #welcome home frank #frank welcome home #frank frankly #eddie x frank #frank x eddie #frankly dear #franklydear #welcome home howdy #howdy welcome home #howdy pillar #fanfic #fluff #stuff i said #Ember's art #the butterfly thing is apparently true btw #neat!

[panelshowsource]

hi, sarah! i see you've watched a lot of british panel shows/comedians and i need a specific recommendation: where to start with dara o briain? he's right now my favourite taskmaster contestant ever and after listening to his episodes on the tm podcast and off menu, and watching him on wilty, i'm completely in love with his humor and manner of speech. what are the "must see" things he's done in the past? he's such a prominent figure in british tv but idk how to choose what to watch next

i have watched a lot of panel shows...you got that right hehehe...

i'm happy for you that you found someone you really like and get to explore a lot of new content! i gotta say, that doesn't happen often for someone quite so famous and prolific like dara, so it's fun for me to think back to all the stuff he's been in :')

he's a comedian, but he's also known for being mr big smarty pants, so he's done a lot of comedy programmes as well as smarty pants programmes & documentaries. you may choose to start in one of these distinct directions if there's a side of dara you like best! let me start with a few of my own faves...

he's probably best known — definitely by my followers, but also in general — for being the long-time host of the news-focused panel show mock the week, which JUST ended after 17 years. of the panel shows about news, of which there are many, this one is the most accessible and the most silly. dara is a GREAT host and has hilarious dynamics with the regular panelists, especially his literal best friend ed byrne (who we heavily stan). in fact, on mtw, you'll also see lots of other taskmaster contestants you may recognise, including panel captain and cult fave hugh dennis, frankie boyle, russell howard, and ed gamble. i know 17 years is A LOT, so if you've never seen the show and aren't sure where to start, i'm gonna recommend you give series 15 a go — as a new-er panel show fan, i think a more recent season like this one will be most accessible. also, this compilation of comedians roasting dara on mtw for half an hour is fucking hilarious lmaooo

dara has been on tons of panel shows as a panelist opposed to hosting, and you'd be amiss not to catch up on him on qi! one of stephen's smart lil boys and a clever laugh, he was made for that show. you can find dara's episodes here and i have all of qi linked on the masterpost! if you've never seen qi here's a silly clip that is mostly sean being one of stephen's naughty lil boys but it's a great example of the learning a lot/learning absolutely nothing dichotomy that can happen with a great panel (including dara!!)!

apart from that, i'd highly recommend you watch his stand-up! i put two specials on drive for you, 2012's craic dealer and 2015's crowd tickler (sorry for the mid quality — they're just dvd rips). these are pretty perfect for blossoming dara fans because they're funny, witty, clever, goofy — all the things we love about dara at once!!

as for my final personal recommendation, you should definitely check out dara & ed's great big adventure, a bbc two miniseries where the besties travel along the pan-american highway! they have top-tier wholesome bantz, ed is very fucking goofy (you will find quickly that being a fan of dara is being a fan of ed hahaha), and they explore some very beautiful cultures. i will work on getting decent rips of the show for my drive, but in the meantime you can watch this on dailymotion!

it would be amiss if i ended the recs here, because dara has hosted a lot of different series — but these series are based around very specific interests of his. some of the big ones include the following: go 8 bit, one of his most recent shows about classic and indie video games, very nostalgic with fun guests; science club (if you need full eps of this lmk, i should be able to get them but it will just take a lil time) and school of hard sums, nerds talking about science and maths, def have qi vibes; and the underrated stargazing live, broadcast every winter and when dr brian cox & our fave amateur astronomer mr ó briain talk about stars and shit! these are less necessary watching and more worth watching if the topics tickle your fancies~

okay i hope that helps!! there is obviously so much more to his career — including his many books — but i think this is overwhelming enough and i hope you don't mind the long post! feel free to catch us up on what you're enjoying down the line, we love dara and hearing what others love about him too :')

#riemmetric #a #long post #whoops heh

[jungle-angel]

Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: A cozy night by the fire is just what you and Miles need after a long day

Warnings: SMUT 18+ warnings apply. Breeding kink, daddy/mommy kink, so many other kinks I've lost count, mentions of pregnancy and birth etc.

Tagging: @sebsxphia @nobody7102

Miles threw another log onto the fire in the cottage living room, the whole house toasty and warm with all the Christmas decorating having been finished. He was a little saddened with the boys being out of the house for a bit, but his parents knew that you and Miles needed the alone time. Yet the fact that you had just crossed the four week threshold after Jesse's birth, making it ok for the two of you to start engaging in your bedroom activities, mad him a little less sad.

"Fire's going?" you asked, sneaking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Roaring like a freight train sweetpea," he answered.

You kissed his shoulder, still concealed beneath the threads of his whit button-down t-shirt. Something needy stirred deep inside of you as you kissed the spot again, your hand sneaking its way between the spaces in his shirt.

"Hmmmm, sweetheart," Miles hummed happily.

"Yes, oh handsome husband of mine?" you chuckled teasingly.

"Feeling a little needy this evening?"

You pressed another kiss to the same spot again. "You don't even know the half of it," you purred.

Miles gently brought you around to face him, gently taking your face in his hands and softly kissing your lips. You couldn't get enough of how warm they always were, soft and warm like your shared bed and like the glowing heat of the fire that burned behind you.

Your arms wrapped around him again, your hand running to his lower back and dipping lower and lower into his jeans. You tugged at Miles's shirt, pulling it out of his jeans little by little until you felt the bare skin beneath. Your gentle little touches drew a soft moan from his mouth, like the first breath of air in spring.

"Baby," he murmured. "Gotta......wanna lay down."

You hummed into the kiss as you both lay on the floor, the living room rug a little uncomfortable and scratchy beneath your bodies. Thank God for Miles's quick thinking, otherwise the two of you would be an itching mess.

One throw pillow became two, two became three and so on and so forth until most of the couch cushions and throw pillows had become an odd, but comfortable floor-bed. Miles even dragged a wool blanket off the back of the couch to cover the both of you and keep the heat in.

"Help......help me out sweetheart?" Miles pleaded in between kisses.

"What Miles?" you asked.

"Help me with my jeans?" he said. "M'so hard for you sweetheart, I can't hold it in anymore."

You laughed a little as you undid his belt and pulled it from the loops of his jeans, tossing it aside where it landed with a loud *CLINK!*. His moaning was music to your ears as you unsnapped the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. You felt his chest rising and falling rapidly as you helped push his jeans off with one of your feet. Already you could feel his swollen cock still trapped behind his tight grey boxers, rubbing up against the space between your legs.

"Miles?" you whimpered. "Miles baby?"

"Oh momma I'm sorry," he apologized. "Here, move your hips up so I can help."

You couldn't help but moan as he helped you off with your own clothes, the way he called you "momma" and the gentleness in his hands as he ran them along your hips and stomach. Miles quickly slipped out of his boxers before helping you off with your black lace underwear, both of you completely naked and at each other's mercy.

You sat up, gently easing Miles so that he could lay on his back, your pussy aching and wet for him, almost on fire from how badly you needed him at that moment.

"C'mon sweetheart," he murmured. "It's ok.......you're alright......oh......oh honey......oh you're so wet for me. Easy......easy now....good......good girl."

Those words would have sent you right over the edge as he gently guided you down onto his cock, slipping inside you with ease and rubbing you just perfectly so that a sweet moan fell from your lips. You wanted to cum right then and there as his hands caressed your bare ass and ran up and down your sides, desperate for the glorious friction going on between your legs.

"Oh.....oh daddy," you mumbled as your hips rocked back and forth against his own. "Feels so good......wanna make you cum and fill me up."

Miles could feel his breath getting just a little shallower, unable to control the desire that burned through his whole body. "Wanna make you a momma again so bad," he panted. "Maybe.....maybe two little girls......feel'em all curled up in that pretty little tummy of yours....."

You couldn't help yourself any longer. Yours and Miles's kissing grew more fervent, more heated as he reached back to grab a handful of your ass. You both jolted against each other, feeling that familiar explosion between your legs and a lazy smile appearing on Miles's face. The two of you leaned into each other and laughed before you rolled off him and he caught you in his arm.

"You're amazing, you know that?" he chuckled, kissing you sweetly on the lips.

"Hmmmm and so are you," you purred.

You and Miles stayed in front of the fire together, laying against each other in the warm afterglow. You gently explored each others bodies, your hand slipping further and further down to caress his cock and give a few gentle strokes while Miles's fingertips ran up and down your back. You had your hand wrapped firmly around his stiff hardness, his own coming to cover your hand protectively. You stayed like that until you could no longer avoid that blissful spell of sleep that soon fell over you both.

#miles miller #miles miller x reader #bad times at the el royale

[luveline]

hiya jade!! i was wondering if i could send in a little self indulgent request if you don’t mind? i used to be in a reallllly toxic relationship and i didn’t think anything from it stuck until i had lunch with my fiancé today.

in my relationship, i wasn’t allowed to eat the food i cooked until my ex-boyfriend had the first bite and deemed it good enough to eat further. so for example, when my ex was playing video games and wasn’t done with a match by the time whatever i made was done i wasn’t allowed to eat the food after i made my plate until his match was over. so if it isn’t too much, could i get something with remus where he just tells reader that is isn’t normal to not eat until i’m told to basically? i’m not really sure how to word it so i hope you can understand me :))

tw past toxic relationship, hope this is okay baby!!!! ♡ gn!reader | 0.8m words

You knock tentatively on the bedroom door and Remus looks away from his computer, his typing slowed and then stopped. You're always impressed with his dexterity, how his fingers move with both speed and purpose. 

"What do you need, dovey?" he asks, turning his desk chair toward you. 

"Dinner's ready." 

"Thank you," he says, easy as breathing. He smiles at you with a heart-wrenching amount of gratitude. "I'm gonna write down some notes before I forget the scene, okay? Two minutes." 

You nod happily because he's lovely and go back downstairs to the kitchen, where two hot plates of his favourite food wait ready on the table. You straighten the place mats and wipe condensation off of the drink you'd prepared for him with a tea towel, sitting down in a rush when you hear his light plodding footsteps on the stairs. 

Your chair faces away from the doorway but you know he's behind you without looking, so you don't flinch when his hand smooths down the slope of your shoulder. He ducks down to kiss your cheek twice. Loving, quick kisses. 

"You're not eating?" he asks against your skin.

"Was waiting for you," you say, trying to smother your insecurity at the question. 

"You didn't have to." He gives your shoulder a good squeeze before sitting down across from you.

Remus tucks his chair in hurriedly and takes a sip of his drink, something about the frenetic furling and unfurling of his right hand clueing you in to his thoughts – he's still thinking about his writing, still working out themes and plots in his head, across from you and a thousand miles away. 

"Is everything okay?" you ask him. 

He puts his glass down. "Yeah. Sorry, I'm just thinking." 

You nod and squirm in your seat. You're more hungry than you realised, and the meal looks good if you do say so yourself. You sit on your hands to stop from picking up your knife and fork, waiting.

Remus raises his eyebrows, though they quickly fall. "Is everything okay with you?" he asks, concerned. 

You draw in on yourself. "Yeah." 

"Are you positive?" 

"Yeah, Remus." 

"Mmm," he hums. "Okay." He extends his hand across the table and you pass him your hand, fingers stinging with pins and needles. "You gotta tell me what it is." 

"It's not anything." 

He hums some more and stabs a roasted piece of broccoli with his fork. You try not to watch him chew.

"Is it okay?" you ask.

He swallows. "What?" Understanding fills his expression. "Oh, sweetheart, it's amazing. Dinner's always best when you're the one cooking." 

"That's why you should let me cook more," you say. It's secretly a question, another insecurity. Why don't you let me cook more? 

"I like cooking for you," he says easily. 

He massages your fingers and it's different from before, from what you're used to, you kind of lose yourself for a second. Not remembering so much as feeling. A pit in your chest. 

You hadn't really thought that anything from before had left a mark – Remus is nothing like him – but when he asks, "Are you gonna eat?" you ask, "Can I?" 

He goes slack-jawed. "Why would you ask me that?" He doesn't sound like himself.

You go to pull your hand and he doesn't let you. "Dovey, what's happened?" he asks. 

You relax. He's not mad. He's worried. 

"Nothing's happened. I'm sorry, I-" You pick up your fork and poke at a piece of broccoli, heart in your mouth. 

"But something did happen?" 

He's as perceptive as he is caring. You can't bring your fork to your mouth, hand heavy as lead. You let it drop and stare at your plate. 

Remus tucks his fingers behind yours and pushes his thumb into the meat of your palm to stroke circles. They're just rough enough to stop from tickling, but every other lap he goes too soft. You have to concentrate very hard on holding still. 

"You don't need to ask me. You don't have to wait," he tugs your hand gently toward him. "It's nice to eat together, but if I'm busy and you're hungry you should eat. I want you to eat." 

You blink at your plate, embarrassed, heat heavy behind your eyes. 

"Is that okay?" he asks. 

"Okay," you say, giving him a small smile. 

"Please don't feel like you have to ask me. Please," he says, head ducked to catch your eye. 

"Okay," you say again, nodding. "Okay." 

"It really does look amazing, dove. You're brilliant as always. I feel like I'm in a Michelin star restaurant right now." 

You pull your hand out of his and take a hold of your fork again, toying with another piece of roasted broccoli. "It does look good." 

"Good? It looks like something you'd see on TV." 

"Shush, Lupin," you murmur, so pleased that your cheeks hurt. 

"Trust me, I won't be doing much talking in a second." 

You bring your gaze up to his. He's looking at you with enough love to melt you to putty. "Sorry," you say earnestly.

He shakes his head. It's voracious. "Don't be. Ever. Just want you to be happy. And to eat when you're hungry," he says pointedly, fork gesturing to your plate.

You eat a mouthful so big you almost choke on it.

#tw toxic relationship #tw abuse #just to be safe #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin #marauders era #marauders #x reader

[catierambles]

Blood Moon Ch.16

Pairing: Syverson x Annalisa Caulfield (OFC)

Sy let them know that he couldn't shift back right away and would have to wait a few hours before he as able to do so. Annalisa called Pendulum and let them know he wouldn't be in for his shift, but to call if anything major happened. The picnic table around back was in pieces but Annalisa said she would replace it. The dogs had initially barked at him when they saw him, but it just took one good sniff for them to recognize him, Aika being the first to approach him. The kids and their moms had left hours ago before this whole thing started, so it was just them in the house.

He ended up sitting on the floor as he was too big for the couch, Annalisa sitting in a recliner behind him, running her fingers through the fur at the top of his head idly as they watched TV.

What, Mikey? You're starin' again.

“Does it hurt?” Mike asked, “I mean, the sounds we heard...”

Yeah. Yeah it does. A lot.

“Oh.” He said, “You said you're not yourself.”

No, I ain't. After the shift, I'm...I'm wild and dangerous. Ain't nothin' human upstairs. If you came across me like that, it wouldn't see you as family. It'd see you as prey.

“But not Annie.” Pete said.

Annie is my Mate, it sees her as it's Mate. She's the only one who'd be safe around me like that.

“We have something similar,” Annalisa said, leaning forward to wrap her arms around his shoulders, “Sy is mine.”

“What's the alternative?” Mike asked.

Pardon?

“Annie said you couldn't do the “alternative” when you grabbed the roast.” He said, “What's the alternative?”

That's uh...somethin' you don't need to know. He said and there was a moment before the epiphany crossed over his face.

“Oh.” Mike said.

“What?” Brian asked, “What's the—” Mike gave him a look and his eyes went a little wide, “Oh. Really?”

“Damn.” Jack said chuckling, “Seein' you in a whole new way, girly.”

“I'm a four hundred year old vampire, and that's what changes how you see me?”

“And here I suggested you were too young for'im.” Denise said, “Four hundred years old. You don't look a day over twenty-two.”

“Twenty, actually.” She said with a shrug. “I was twenty when I was Turned.”

“By who?” Pete asked.

“My husband.”

“You're married?” Denise asked with an arched brow.

“My late husband.”

“Oh, well, foot meet mouth.” She said, “My condolences.”

“Thank you.”

Babe, I never asked. How long were you two married before...

“Twenty-five years.” She said, “We had just celebrated our anniversary when he...when he was killed.”

“I'm sorry, Annie.” Brian said, “They catch the guy?”

“Thank you.” She said, “And no, they didn't. You have to remember, police work and medicine then was nowhere near how it is now. Yes, my husband was a Lord, but his official cause of death was listed as a hemorrhage, and therefore natural causes. They just didn't have the knowledge or technology to look into it further.”

“He was a Lord?” Pete asked and she nodded. “That'd make you a Lady, yeah?”

Lady Caulfield. Sy said, reaching up to hold her arms.

“I haven't been a true Lady for a very long time.” She said, resting her head on his.

You'll always be my Lady.

“You two are gross.” Jake said and Sy kicked, catching his chair and sending the whole thing tipping backwards with a crash, making the others laugh including their parents.

Sy shifted back a couple hours later, taking the others by surprise as they hadn't seen the initial transformation. He laid there on the floor for a bit afterwards, breathing through it with his eyes closed.

“You—” Brian started, “You good?”

“Yeah.” He panted, giving him a thumbs up before resting his hand on his chest again, “M'good.”

“That was...” Pete said, “Somethin'.”

“Yeah.” He said and gently pat one of the dogs, a Rottweiler named Peaches, as she licked his face in concern.

"Some leftover pain?" Denise asked and he nodded. "You need anythin'?"

"It'll pass." He said, "My body had to remake itself, there's gonna be some side effects."

"You know," Jack started, "We gotta coyote problem at the farm. The dogs have been keepin’em away, but I don’t want to risk them gettin’ bold and tryin’ their luck with one of the goats or the chickens.”

"Jack!" Denise snapped, "You ain't possibly takin' advantage of our sons condition!"

"It's all right, ma." Sy said, sitting up with a grunt. "I'll come over next full moon, put a scare into'em, let'em know to move on."

"I'd appreciate it. You tell me when, and I'll head to the butchers, get you something bigger than a roast to eat." Jack said, "Unless you and Annie want to go with the alternative." He winked at her and her face heated making him laugh.

“You have a farm?” Annalisa asked, eager to change the subject, and he nodded.

“Livestock mainly. Dairy cows, goats, sheep for fleece, chickens for eggs. Some crops, but just so they have quality feed I know ain’t filled with bullshit.” Jack said, “You ever been on a farm?”

“My father owned land, had a small flock of sheep he tended. He also had some crops, mainly to feed us, but he sold the excess harvest when there was some. Between that and coin I sent home from my job, my family was comfortable. Not wealthy by any means, but...comfortable. My brothers helped him when I went to work in the city.”

“What did you do?” Pete asked.

“I was a maid.” She said, “It’s how I met Markus—my late husband. I was a maid for his estate.”

“He—”

“No, Pete, he didn’t take advantage of’er.” Sy said, “Been down that road already.”

“But he—”

“You weren’t there.” Sy said, cutting him off again, “Don’t make assumptions.”

“Right, sorry, almost made an ass of myself.” Pete said and she gave him a gentle smile.

“It’s quite all right.” She said, “Sy came to the same conclusion you did, it’s what our first fight was about.” She reached out, running her fingers through the stubble covering Sy’s scalp and his eyes closed, swaying into her touch slightly.

“You went from hired help to Lady of the house?” Denise asked and she nodded. “Musta made your mama proud.”

“She was.” Annalisa said with a somewhat wistful smile, “She liked Markus and she liked that he treated me well. He got some grief from others for marrying someone of “lower birth” but he didn’t care. He loved me, and I loved him.”

“Any kids?” Brian asked.

“I’m incapable of having children.” Annalisa said, “And not because of the vampirism.”

“I forgot he was one too.” Brian said and she chuckled. “Vampires can have kids?”

“If the person was able to before being Turned, yes.”

“A blood drinkin’ baby?” Jake asked.

“No, actually, their...dietary requirements are normal as they age, but once they reach full maturity around mid-twenties, they stop aging and their needs align with their parents.” She explained, “I’ve met a few, they’re no different than any other child. You met Frost, right Sy?”

“Yeah, she’s cool.” Sy said.

“She’s Sweeney’s daughter.”

“No shit?” He asked, looking back at her over his shoulder and she nodded.

“Wait,” Mike said, “The Marilyn Monroe looking platinum blonde with the pale blue eyes?”

“We call her Frost because she looks like Emma Frost from the X-Men.” Annalisa said, “She loves the comics, so she adores that nickname. She got her hair color from her mom, but Sweeney dyes her hair black so you can’t tell.”

“I love those comics, I’ll have to ask her what her favorite run is next time I see her.” Mike said.

“She’ll talk your ear off about them.” Annalisa warned.

“Trust me,” Brian said, “Don’t get this one started on video games or comics, he won’t shut up.”

"Nothing wrong with having something to be passionate about." She said, "Bring it up with her, Mike, she doesn't often have the chance to talk about it, it'll make her night."

“Who’s the dad?” Sy asked, “Anyone at the clubs?”

“Eugene.” Annalisa said.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” He asked, looking at her again, and she nodded, “He’s two steps from bein’ your stalker and he’s got a kid with another woman?”

“Eugene?” Mike asked.

“Renaud.” Annalisa said and he snorted.

“His real name is Eugene? Try-hard.” Mike said.

“This Eugene someone we don’t like?” Denise asked.

“Can I?” Sy asked and Annalisa nodded. He didn’t go into detail, but he did let them know the circumstances, how Eugene had taken advantage of Annalisa while she was in a vulnerable state after her husband was killed.

“Shithead.” Jack said with a scowl. “Why do you keep him around?”

“He’s my second-in-command in the coven—a group of vampires—and he’s good with the public relations end when it comes to the clubs. I handle the business end and the staff, he handles the press and marketing. He hasn’t done anything to warrant banishment, so kicking him out would cause too many waves.”

“Understandable.” Jack said, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Don’t like it, or him, but I understand it.” Denise got up from her chair telling them she would be right back, heading up the stairs to the upper floor, coming back down a short while later and handing something to Sy.

“Ma.” He said and she nodded, sitting back down. Getting up from the floor, he turned, looking down at Annalisa who was looking up at him in question. “Come on, there’s somethin’ I want to ask you in private, don’t wanna make you feel pressured by doin’ it front of my family.” Taking her hand, he pulled her into the kitchen.

“Ma?” Jake asked and they heard a happy squeak from the kitchen a moment later, Aika’s ears perking up at the sound. “Did he just—” Denise just nodded and they came back into the living room, Annalisa clinging to his arm.

“I’m gettin’ married.” Sy said, “The ring is a bit too big for her so we’ll have to get it sized, but she said yes.”

“Of course I said yes!” She said and pulled him down into a kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you, too. You don’t have to take my last name if you don’t want. You been Caulfield for a while now.”

“I don’t know, Annalisa Syverson sounds good to me.” She said and a wide smile pulled over his face, Sy sweeping her into his arms.

“Hold—hold up.” Pete said, “I’m happy for you two, really, I am, but she’s gonna live forever, Kyle. Unless what turned you furry also made you immortal, you ain’t gonna grow old together.”

“It did actually.” Annalisa said and Sy looked at her in surprise. "Babe, what makes me me and you you are...cousins? Kind of? Putting it in layman’s terms? I won’t age, and neither will you. So while yes, Pete is right, we won’t grow old together, it’s more accurate to say we won’t grow old at all.”

“We really are forever.” He said and she nodded, Sy pulling her into his chest again and holding her tight, his face buried in her neck.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #blood moon

[strawberry-cowmilk]

Hello! I was hoping toask if I could request a hc? Btw, I already know that you don't have the best schedule so it's ok if it's a bit late- I'll understand.

Can I get a mc that rarely talks? But there's only on exception- and that is if she's insulting someone. Whether it'd be in private or straight in the demon brothers faces.

And mc I very good too- she doesn't joke around. So I wanted to know how the bros would react to you cussing/roasting them out?

Hi! Thank you for understanding I'm slow at the moment. Regardless, I hope I didn't make you wait too long. Enjoy!

the brothers get insulted by a usually quiet mc

-> brothers x mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: insulting, yelling, mentions of mammon being punished, (mild) angst, self-deprecation,

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Lucifer

you'd be getting the mammon treatment if it weren't for your relationship with lucifer

obviously, he isn't happy about the situation and won't hestitate to let you know he doesn't enjoy getting insulted, but you can tell he's softer with you

lucifer thinks you might be able to let his brothers know their places after they pull some insane stunt

Mammon

he is very surprised at this discovery, he expected this from his brothers but never did he imagine you'd be just as good as screaming at him as they are

and, mammon is kind of hurt too, causing you to feel bad for him after you're done insulting

'hey, mc, it was just a joke... you ain't gotta go around offendin' me...'

Leviathan

levi doesn't usually do something to annoy you enough to this point, but he really crossed a line when he said he likes hana ruri more than you, even if it was a joke

as expected, levi will agree with every insult you throw his way

the insulting turns into comforting after he starts yelling about how much he doesn't like himself

Satan

at some point, he will start making snarky remarks and screaming at you

though satan must admit, your insults are creative and good, maybe you can do this to lucifer next

after the heat of the moment had passed, satan will apologise for having lost his temper

Asmodeus

he thinks you're joking at first, therefore he will dramatically gasp and place a hand on his chest whenever you'd say something

only later does he realise you're serious, he will then say things like 'no that's not true' back, knowing very well you were right

asmo won't be happy after you're done, but he'd probably forgive you in less than five minutes anyways

Beelzebub

how dare you, mc?

beel feels horrible for whatever he might have done to upset such a reserved human like you, he'll say 'sorry' after every insult you throw hos way

beel isn't an innocent and pure demon, you know this, but he is one of those individuals you immediately feel bad for after you upset them, so you apologise to him later

Belphegor

honestly, belphie doesn't care at all when you insult him

like, you'd be standing there calling him out on his bad behavior and this dude just gives you a thumbs up before ignoring you and sleeping on the couch

only if you're at it for a very long time, he'd say something equally nasty back at you, he won't apologise unless you do it first

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #omswd #om #mammon #lucifer #leviathan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #beelzebub obey me #beel obey me #belphegor obey me #obey me belphie #gn!mc #tw yelling

[hils79]

Hils Watches Conjuring Curse - Part 1

IT'S BABY TRIANGLE MOVIE DAY! Sorry to Mysterious Lotus Casebook but my tomb boys come first. I'll be back to you later.

Disclaimer: I adore DMBJ. It's been my main fandom for the past 3 years. But there's no denying it's utter nonsense so proceed in the knowledge that I will most likely be (fondly) roasting the shit out of this

I have no idea how many parts this liveblog is going to be. The movie is nearly 2 hours long, and those who have been around for a while will know that I am very Not Normal about these idiot boys.

Okay, I'm going in!

Okay, so we're starting with a flasback to grandpa Wu. Interesting.

Ah, shit, I forgot about the creepy dolls from the trailer and the poster. Thankfully it's lunchtime here so it's not dark. Yes, I am a wuss even when it comes to stupid tomb shows

NOPE NOPE NOPE

I hope we cut to the Iron Triangle soon or this liveblog is just going to be me screaming about scary dolls

DUDE THAT WAS NASTY! I'm not sharing a screenshot because you didn't really see much but random dude just died horribly

XIAOGE!! Just the back of his head and I'm already having feelings

PANGZI MY BELOVED! He's wearing the necklace! I'm fine! Absolutely normal. Is that a translation of what it says on his shirt or they just telling us what his job is?

In this house we speak to Pangzi with some fucking respect!

THERE HE IS! He just saved Pangzi's life when a trap activated so I am awash with pingpang feels already.

Sigh. I suppose subbing Xiaoge as Qiling is better than subbing it as Kylin

Of course he's keeping count. God.

SOBBING IN PINGPANG

Of course someone has mailed Wu Xie a cursed doll. That's the plot of so many DMBJ fics

Retirement?? You look like you should still be at university studying architecture

Xiaoge napping in the back while Wu Xie and Pangzi discuss the plot while driving. Yep, this is definitely DMBJ

I'm assuming this is supposed to be set some time between Sha Hai and Reboot, but he has big Ultimate Note Pangzi vibes

Okay, I love them. All Pangzi does is say 'can you smell gas' and Wu Xie immediately knows what he's doing and goes along with the fake gas leak so they have an excuse to break into the house

It's so true (affectionate)

Aww yay he's doing the hand thing

They said the title of the thing in the thing!

Look at Xiaoge standing on the roof of the van while it drives along like a total badass

Now I see why Xiaoge is on the roof. Not just so he can act as lookout, but because everyone else is inside being Loud. He really is introvert goals.

Aww Wu Xie tossed him some water. Gotta keep hydrated.

No one can murder us while Xiaoge is here. It's fine.

Of course the shady gang of bandits know Wu Xie

Yeah, you've heard of me. But have you heard of my (other) boyfriend who will most definitely fuck you all up if you try to kill me

Yep, definitely need to inform the authorities about this definitely not illegal tomb raid we're about to embark on

Not sure how I feel about Wu Xie threatening to use Xiaoge as a weapon. Not that I think he'd actually ask Xiaoge to kill people for him but something about this just doesn't feel right.

God, I'm only 20 mins into the movie and I've hit the image limit. This is going to be a long one, fam.

Part 2

#hils watches #hils watches conjuring curse #hils watches dmbj #hils watches movies #conjuring curse #dmbj

[kissorkill15]

Mother and Father: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: 1 of each time where Nicky accidentally called Theodore and Diane "Mom" and "Dad". (And he didn't even realize it)

Diane had woken up at about 4:38 in the morning, and her throat felt a little dry, so she got up to get some water. As she drank her water, she heard a crying noise coming from outside.

"Who could be crying?", she asked herself. She put on her slippers and stepped outside, she looked everywhere to see where the crying was coming from, and she wasn't ready for what she saw next.

Nicky was lying on their lawn, curled up into a ball, and sniffling. The young man was staying with them as his parents were on a business trip, and Diane was silently questioning why he was on their lawn.

"Nicky?"

"I'm sorry, Bubba, I don't mean to wander.", cried Nicky.

"Who's Bubba?", she whispered. Either way, it was obvious that Nicky was having a nightmare. She didn't want to wake him up, but she also didn't want to leave the poor baby sleeping on their lawn. She gently tried to wrap her arms around his small frame, and when she had him in her arms, she carried him back inside, wiping away the tears that fell from his sleepy eyes.

"It's alright, Nicky. It's just a dream. You're okay. Everything's going to be alright. Just go to sleep, dream better dreams."

Nicky seemed to calm down.

"You'll be alright. I've got you. I'll comfort you through your nightmares."

"Okay, Mama."

Diane's eyes widened when he said that. The neighbor's kid just called her "Mama". She smiled. She loved being a mother, and she loved comforting her beautiful children through their nightmares, and Nicky just made her heart swell with so much happiness.

Diane settled him back in his sleeping bag in Aaron's room and tucked him in. She gave him a light kiss on his forehead and left to go back to bed.

About a few weeks later, Nicky's parents returned from their business trip, and Nicky was back at home. He was just playing Doom Eternal with Aaron, when they got bored a few hours later.

"I'm bored, dude.", said Aaron.

"Me too.", replied Nicky.

"My dad's making pork chop sandwiches for lunch.", Aaron got up from the couch, "Do you want to come over?"

"Pork chop sandwiches? Sounds good. I might come over, I am getting a little hungry."

"Cool."

The boys went across the street, and they saw Mr. Peterson in the kitchen. He was just chopping away at some raw meat, his apron all stained with animal blood. He almost looked like he killed someone. Nicky nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Hello, boys.", said Mr. Peterson. "Lunch might be a little late, so I think there's some leftover pot roast in the fridge."

"Thanks, Dad.", said Aaron. He turned to Nicky. "I gotta pee, I'll be right back."

Nicky nodded and Aaron left for the bathroom.

"Nicholas, would you like to help me with lunch?"

Nicky absolutely did not want to help him make lunch. He didn't want to touch raw meat, and he for sure didn't want to touch blood. But, as to not be rude, he nodded.

"Great, just put the meat in the bowl so I can season it."

A few minutes into this, Nicky tried not to get disgusted by the meat, but it just felt so gross. He turned to get some more chopped up meat, but his eyes nearly fell out of his head when he saw how bloody it was, and how Mr. Peterson chopped it like a 17th Century beheading.

"Are you alright, Nicky?"

"Huh?", Nicky snapped back to reality. "Yeah, I'm doing just fine.", he said. He wished Aaron would just come back from the bathroom already.

He resumed putting meat in the bowl, and tried to take his eyes off the horrific scene. But of course, life had other plans.

He went to get some more meat, but Mr. Peterson accidentally sliced his pointer finger and middle finger open. A large cut formed on both fingers, and blood spilled on the pork chops.

Nicky felt like throwing up. Everything in his stomach felt like coming back up. He immediately ran to the trash can and threw up all of what he had for breakfast this morning.

"JESUS CHRIST! Nicky, are you alright?!", Mr. Peterson said in shock.

"I'm perfectly not fine-", Nicky threw up again.

Once Nicky finished throwing up, Mr. Peterson took him to the sink, and helped him rinse his mouth out.

"You're alright, Nicholas. I didn't know this sort of thing made you uncomfortable."

"It's fine.

"Listen,...", said Mr. Peterson, "How about I just make you a salad for lunch? No gross blood or raw meat involved.", Nicky nodded at that.

"I was considering becoming a vegetarian after that happened anyway.", said Nicky. "Thanks, Dad."

Mr. Peterson was not expecting that. Did Nicholas see him as a father figure? He didn't hate it, he was just surprised.

"How about you just go sit down. I'll call you kids when lunch is ready."

"Okay, Mr. Peterson."

Mr. Peterson felt a little disappointed that Nicky didn't call him "Dad" again, but he took his mind off of it by continuing with chopping meat.

#hello neighbor #theodore peterson #diane peterson #aaron peterson #mya peterson #nicky roth #my fics #hello neighbor fanfic