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gogobootz1 · 5 months

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The Mentor

Finnick Odair x Reader

Summary: As a mentor, you do your best to help your tributes. When one of them turns into a victor, she knows just how to embarrass you in front of people you’d like to impress.

part two | part three

You whisk through the backstage hallways of the filming center, wet hair whipping as you turn corners. You’re on a mission. Apparently your tribute, now victor, is having a total breakdown.

Your fellow mentor told you he could absolutely handle her post-games interview. Clearly not, though, since your phone wouldn’t stop ringing while you sat at the bottom of your shower. When you finally pulled yourself out of your stupor to answer it, the district ten escort was on the phone begging you to get down here and fix her. You thought she was exaggerating until your stylist came on and told you it was bad. At that point, you threw on the closest clothes you could find and flew out of the apartment.

Darla is a sweet girl, and you’ve grown quite fond of her. You busted your ass getting her sponsors. Every year you try your best, but you thought she had a good chance and she proved you right. Seeing her in the hospital bed, though, you knew she was different. You thought something like this might happen, but you didn’t think it would happen during your shower.

Rushing around another corner, you crash right into another body.

“Sorry!” You try to quickly remove your hands from where you’d steadied yourself, and sidestep this new obstacle.

“What’s the rush?” The obstacle won’t quite let go of you, though. Now interrupted from your task, you look up to recognize the person in your way. Finnick Odair. It couldn’t have been anyone else?

“Emergency,” you quickly dismiss, trying to get by him again. If you look into his eyes you will be thoroughly distracted. You generally try to avoid Finnick at all costs. His intense stare makes you rather nervous.

“Everything ok?” He raises a brow.

“It will be when I get through here,” you start to get antsy. You tend to accidentally default to short and rude with him.

He lets out a scoff of a chuckle, “you’re a tough egg to crack, you know that?”

You’re really not. The Capitol knows you as the gentle victor, who often visits classrooms and reads to children. You guest star on daytime Capitol tv, making some of your favorite recipes in your houses’s enormous kitchen. You’ve designed gardens and parks and are generally well liked here for your friendliness.

“Look,” you huff, “Darla’s in trouble.” This, at least, you know he’ll understand. “Let me through so I can help her.”

“That’s why everything’s been delayed?” He asks. He’s right, too. The time it’s taken you to get dressed, get a car, and get here is all time that Darla should’ve been on air.

“Finnick,” you snap.

He steps aside in an instant, “good luck.”

You breeze past him.

“Mother hen is a good look on you,” you hear from behind you.

“Shut up,” you bark over your shoulder.

Back on track, you quickly find the right door. Whipping it open and rushing in, the entire district ten beauty team turns to look at you. Their eyes are wide and they look quite upset.

“She’s been staring at the wall since before we called you,” the hairstylist whispers, quickly rushing up to you and taking your hand. You instantly tug it away, they are not your priority.

You breeze past them and slowly approach where Darla is sat. She faces away from you, and is curled up in a ball staring at the wall. Quietly, you sit parallel to her and enjoy a similar view of the wall.

“Hey, D,” you say quietly. Taking a slow approach will probably be more effective than trying to force her up. You’re certain the beauty team tried that approach, but quickly got scared.

She’s silent for a bit, “I can’t do this.” Her voice comes as a relief to you.

You hate what you’re about to tell her. You’d really rather whisk her away back to the apartments, but there’s not exactly another option here. “Look at me, honey, yes you can.”

“No, I-“

“Darla, you can.” You try to be firm, but it falls short.

“You don’t under-“

“Now I know you weren’t gonna say I don’t understand. Baby, I might just be the only one who does.”

Darla starts to cry, and suddenly she looks her age. In this moment she’s not a victor. She’s just a sixteen year old who’s been through far more than she should. You move from your spot to embrace her.

“I know, honey. I’ve been here. Sometimes I’m still here. I know. But they don’t- and they can’t.” You say as you hold her close to your heart.

“So what do I do?” You pull away to see her teary face. You rise to your feet and slowly pull her with you.

“We’re gonna clean you up, and send you out there good as new,” you say, trying to imbue some confidence in her.

Darla’s eyes widen in fear.

“Relax, honey, we’ve got time,” you wipe her teary cheeks. You wave the makeup artist over, as you sit Darla in a chair. “Now in the meantime,” you start, pouring a glass of water and forcing it into Darla’s hand, “I’m gonna tell you a story. How’s that sound?”

Darla nods reluctantly, taking in ice water through the straw. You sit on the glass coffee table in front of the girl as the makeup artist gets to work.

“Now this happened a looooong time ago- back when I was ten. It was a bright summer’s day on the ranch, and I was up nice and early when my Paw came up and told me he’d lost his wedding ring. Now, my Nana was an insightful gal- if she had noticed (and believe me she would’ve) she’d have pitched a fit.

So I was enlisted to help him find it. Well, we searched everywhere. All around the house, the garage- no luck. Finally, we headed out to the pasture. We were digging through manure, when suddenly my foot sank into a pothole and I went flying toward the ground. I landed face first in an enormous pile of shit. But that’s not the worst of it- ohhh no.

When I pushed myself off the ground, I saw my nana had come home. She’d brought four of her friends and all of their grandkids. That included little Jimmy Price, who I happened to be enamored with. (Not that I ever spoke to him since I was so shy.) And in that moment, my Paw, back turned to the whole thing, held up his ring and shouted ‘found it!’ Only to turn and find me covered in cow poop and his wife watching with all her friends.”

Darla smiles a bit at your misfortune, “so he found the ring in the poop?”

“Oh no,” you shake your head, “it was in his pocket all along.” Darla cackles this, nearly messing up the eyeliner her makeup artist tries to fix from her earlier tears.

“So what was the lesson in this fable?” Darla asks teasingly.

“Oh none,” you reply innocently, but a smirk grows on your face, “but at least you’re not heading out there covered in cow shit.” Darla grins and shakes her head, feeling up to the task now. The makeup artist nods at you and dashes from the room.

“Now honey,” you start, pulling Darla up from her chair, “you just blame your tardiness on me. Tell Caesar I was fawning all over you like a mother hen.” At least something useful came out of your run in with the Capitol’s darling.

Darla smiles a little, nodding. “And remember, just be your charming self- everyone here adores you,” you remind her. She seems a lot better now.

“Oh hey, where were you earlier?” Darla asks, about to head out the door.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.” You tell her, smile dimming.

“Now you really sound like my mother,” Darla quips back, and you grin again.

With that, a stagehand pulls Darla away to where Caesar’s been waiting. There’s not much else you can do for the girl now. Out of your hands and into the Capitol’s. You can only hope Darla won’t freeze feeling all their eyes upon her.

You shouldn’t have been worried, though. Darla nails her post-games interview. The audience finds it adorable when the girl says she took so long because her mentor was fussing over her hair and her dress.

“You wouldn’t think it- but she’s a real mother hen.” Darla says, and you smile as you watch from backstage. The audience erupts into a gleeful sort of laughter at the comment.

Caesar knows just what to do with it, too, “well it’s no wonder, I’m sure you’ve made her proud!” Darla beams, and very convincingly so. “Let’s take a look back at Darla’s games!”

To your great relief, Darla holds it together through the recap. The girl gets boisterous applause as the leaves the stage, then comes flying into your arms once she’s out of sight. The force of it makes you stumble, but you quickly plant your feet and return the hug.

“You did great, kiddo,” you tell your tribute.

“Thanks!” Darla replies, speaking loudly from the adrenaline rush, “and thanks for telling me about when you face planted in a pile of cow poop back home, it really helped!”

Every single person milling around backstage turns to look at you when Darla says it. Not that the girl notices the extra eyes.

You drop your chin, trying to avoid the stares of these people. This is what you get for comforting her at your own expense. Taking a calming breath, you look up only to meet a pair of sea-green eyes.

Of course Finnick Odair heard that, and of course he’s smirking teasingly at you.

Like Jimmy Price all over again.

You stick your tongue out at him.

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I did not edit this so I hope it’s ok lmao. The new hunger games movie was great so ofc finnick’s been on the brain

#finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #the hunger games #finnick x reader #hunger games #hunger games fanfiction #caesar flickerman

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yuri-is-online · 10 months

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Out With the Old (Heartsabyul, Savanaclaw, and Octavinelle x Yuu)

"Look I would get rid of this thing if I could afford a new sweatshirt." You drag the offensive article of clothing over your head completely missing the spark of curiosity and mischief in your companion's eye. "I've got a lot of bad memories associated with this."

"If it's that uncomfortable we can go look for a replacement instead of-"

"Oh no not like that, it's super comfy. I just don't like it because it technically belongs to my ex."

notes: they/them used for Yuu, some questionable behavior from Floyd and Jade because who else? This is meant to be crack. Second part can be found here (x)

Riddle- "THAT'S LITERALLY ILLEGAL???"

He is too focused on hyperventilating because it sounds like you just admitted to a crime in front of him to even think about offering you one of his sweaters. Trey and Cater have to break it down for him unpaid therapist style that no, you are not wearing stolen property (probably), borrowing clothes is just something people in relationships often do. He then further needs it explained that no, you are not still in a relationship and since you want to get rid of the shirt it sounds like things ended poorly. His friends want to try and suggest he should give you an article of his clothing to replace the offending one but he's so focused on getting you something that matches dress code that they decide to quit while they're ahead. Literally.

Trey- "You know you can always ask us if you need help, right?"

Vil's right about Trey's tendency to fuss and spoil people being a bit of a flaw; he's in tune enough with his emotions to know that he should not, for his own sake, give you one of his old sweatshirts without being honest about why he wants you to wear it. But he can't exactly deny his instincts when it comes to the people he cares about. You're cold and uncomfortable, what sort of guy would he be if he just left you all alone? Just please don't brush this off with a comment about how much of a big brother or mother hen he is; it is already going to be pure torture trying to look at you in his things in a Queen of Hearts honoring way. He doesn't need an added complex on top of it.

Cater- "Oh honey no."

Cater doesn't like keeping stuff his exes gave him either, but luckily for him he's never been in a position where that's literally only the stuff he had on him. Speaking of things, he buys a bunch of clothes off magicam he barley has time to take the tags off of before the trend goes stale. You guys should totally ditch what you were planning to do today and have a little fashion show in his room. It'll be cute and he can get a bunch of cammable shots! Just ignore the pop music club hoodie he refuses to take back because it looks "so much cuter on you." <3

Ace- "That's extremely lame prefect."

He isn't blind; you're cute and poor. Anyone would jump at the chance to let you steal a hoodie, besides Ace isn't insecure enough to be super jealous of someone you clearly hate. He knows you well enough to tell when you are silently wishing death on someone, it's all in the vocal tone. But damn if this new bit of information doesn't make things tricky. He already makes a big fuss about not needing to focus on dating right now, and with that iconic sweatshirt of yours technically belonging to an ex it's not like he can just slide you one of his without making it super obvious what he's doing. Looks like you're just going to have to take some extra teasing for a bit prefect, it's his preferred method of cope.

Deuce- "You've been here for how long and the Headmage hasn't given you any clothes?!?!"

Deuce is a good egg whose primary concern is almost always your well being. He tends to act before his common sense and emotions can catch up with his thought process, and that's exactly what happens here. The concept of you dating someone is just so... foreign to him. Not because he thinks your undesirable! It's just that you guys are always hanging out, you not being around makes him feel a bit funny inside, and not in a good way. He doesn't mention that to his mom when he texts her asking if she has any of his old clothes laying around, but she definitely knows what's on his mind. Why else would she have sent his old delinquent jacket?

Leona- "Well that explains why it smells like shit."

Let the record show that Leona is in fact, lying to you. Your clothes don't smell like anything other than you and maybe some of the musk floating around Ramshackle Dorm, but that doesn't stop you from pulling the fabric and taking a good sniff. To Leona, all this really suggests is that you've been over the person long enough that you don't care about keeping their scent around anymore. Sure, a tiny thought does worm it's ugly way into his inferiority complex that "oh they liked someone else" but his equally large ego immediately slams the emphasis on "liked" and starts thinking about how to get his scent on you. He doesn't really own too many jackets like the one you're wearing, but he does have some nice silk scarfs he could wrap you up in. Much classier than whatever trash you had previously been going out with.

Ruggie- "You wanna toss it my way then?"

Clothes are clothes are clothes, you don't see Ruggie acting like his uniform is still Leona's just because that's who originally bought it. If you are really bothered by the memories of your ex, he's willing to listen and make fun of them, assuming that will make you feel better, but this won't make him jealous. That emotion is reserved for when you share food with other people. He is dead serious about taking the sweatshirt if you don't want it, as far as he's concerned that shirt belongs to you, and he wouldn't mind having an excuse to blend your wardrobes a little bit. It would make you even closer to being a real member of his pack.

Jack- "You can just take mine."

Jack's strong sense of justice and firm moral code are definitely his only motivations for offering you one of his sweatshirts. Forcing a student to wear clothes they find uncomfortable and associate with negative memories just because they didn't have the foresight to pack something they did like for a school they didn't know they would be attending is beyond unfair. That's what he tells himself anyway, and it's not like he isn't upset on your behalf, but it's plain as day to anyone that he wants to prove that you can rely on him; he's not like that other person, he doesn't mind being alone together with you.

Azul- "If your finances really are in such dire straights you know I could-"

Revealing personal information in Azul's presence is asking to be offered a deal. Sure that little complaint might have been insignificant to you, but for Azul? He's having a full blown Sherlock style breakdown going on in his head trying to decide what his angle is. 1) The prefect has dated in the past and doesn't look on that experience favorably. Does this prevent them from dating again? Needs further analysis. 2) Giving articles of clothing is an acceptable form of human courtship, even if used. Or is it especially if used? 3) Can he convince you to burn this if he gets you a replacement or is that too petty? 4) More importantly does this mean you have a type? And how does he press for that information without appearing desperate?

Jade- "Oh? Well that sounds extremely annoying."

Jade Leech is first and foremost a messy bitch who lives for other people's misery. Sure, he is reasonably certain he's in love with you at this point, but that doesn't matter. You have a story that's filled with second hand embarrassment and a bone to pick besides he is nothing if not an enthusiastic audience. The thought of you wearing clothes that he owns wasn't something he would have thought of himself, merfolk don't typically wear them so dating customs that involve them are a bit foreign to him. He would much rather just bite you. Or give you some jewelry. both he wants to do both

Floyd- "PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME"

The instant you say that sweatshirt is from an ex he is taking off whatever shirt he is currently wearing and trying to tug off yours. Yes, even if it is his basketball jersey, and yes even if he just got back from practice. Isn't the scent supposed to be the point? He knows you miss him when he's gone, and he can get you something nicer out of his closet later. Just remember to tell everyone, even and especially if they don't ask, who gave it to you. Floyd's... nice? Enough? To not immediately burn your sweatshirt but it's up for debate if that's because he's actually being nice or if he just wants a trophy.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst x yuu #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #ace trapolla x yuu #deuce spade x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #ruggie bucci x reader #jack howl x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader

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deerspherestudios · 4 months

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🔍QNA MASTERLIST (PT.2)🔎

This masterlist covers Mychael's anatomy and general lore.

For part 1, it's [HERE].

Regarding Mychael's anatomy...❔

Are his horns and tail fragile?

His scleras are black.

His skin texture is eerily smooth and thicker than a human's.

He smells like fresh cut grass with a hint of bonfire.

His lower eyes has tear ducts, and he can see in the dark.

His blood is blue. + neat facts about blue blood!

His tail isn't poisonous.

His tail has nerve endings and can bleed. It also grows back.

What happens when he's 'sick'.

His top and bottom eyes have 'blind spots'.

He's not fae, so he wouldn't get hurt from metal.

He doesn't have a belly button.

He was a kid, but he didn't start as a baby.

He can't have kids.

He doesn't have fangs. ::-)

His tail length.

His tail length, part 2 (TW: maths).

His horns and tail are a little squishy and can bruise.

His body shape can be whatever you like!

His mushroom horns and tail are flesh.

He wouldn't be affected by substances like humans.

Random Mychael lore❕

He has a different name in his own language, but goes by Mychael.

He doesn't have a last name.

When did he start knitting and why?

Where did the nickname 'firefly' come from?

What music would he like?

His favorite smells are old books, honey and gasoline.

He's super ticklish.

How did he carry MC to his home?

His favorite thing to knit are beanies.

He'd love bringing you outdoors.

He's a quiet sleeper.

He sleeps in a fetal position.

He'd love cheek kisses.

(Minor) loredump!

His knowledge on marriage.

He's overworked himself when fixing up the cabin.

Would he like stargazing?

You're not the first human he's found unconscious.

He'd be okay wearing a dress.

What's his wardrobe like?

He has a fear/phobia of snowstorms, thunder/lightning, trains/train whistles and water wells.

We can't get sick from him.

Does he have a religion/beliefs?

He would love the Shrek series.

The chickens' name origins (they're all flowers).

He's never considered humans as 'food'.

How did Mychael get his hens?

His favorite candies would be marshmallows and cotton candy.

If he had internet, he'd mostly look up arts-and-crafts and recipes. He'd also love DIY candy kits.

He prefers being warm.

He kinda celebrates New Years' and loves fireworks.

He doesn't need skincare but would enjoy face masks.

His first experience with bees.

He's never played UNO (but would love board and card games).

How does Mychael view the animals/people he meets in the forest?

He's ambidextrous.

His MBTI is INFJ-T.

But can I eat--❔

STILL NO.

#mushroom oasis vn #aaand here's part 2!#i never thought there would be this much content on mychael /gen #but it was fun looking back!#might go on a short hiatus on the blog after this is posted #just a heads up!

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peachesofteal · 5 months

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Winter driving, or the ability to drive in hazardous conditions, is a major thing where I live.

People often overestimate their abilities or just lack the skills, proper equipment, and wreck… usually by sliding off the road.

Anyway, this makes me think about you, reader, driving a mountain pass in the dead of winter. The kind of winter where the ice is like glass on the trees, where the windshield of your car makes you feel like you’re in the millennium falcon during a hyperspace jump, where the air is so cold it hurts your chest. During the day it might be nice, the sun could be out, the wind could be warmer, but at night… everything is treacherous.

And maybe you’re not an experienced driver, in the snow. Maybe you don’t have great tires. Maybe you’re driving just a bit too fast, and before you can correct it, you’re spinning out of control, wrecking into a grove of thick trees. The last thing you can feel is the trickle of blood, dripping down your face, and the last thing you see… are the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.

When you wake, it’s in a bed. Your head is killing you and your shoulder, upper arm are screaming in agony. But you’re warm, and bundled under a heap of quilts, hot water bottle under blankets by your feet.

What happened? You try to sit up, but can’t, squinting in the light of the morning, and when you try again, putting more effort into curling your spine forward, it hurts so badly that you yelp.

That’s when you see him. A man steps out of the corner of the room, from the edge of your peripheral… and you freeze in terror.

“Shhh. We’re not goin’ hurt ye.” He coos, coming closer and you get a better look at him, handsome, sweet face with an overgrown mohawk and brilliant blue eyes. “Ye had a terrible accident.” He says, ceramic mug from his hand clinking down onto the table next to you. “Pure luck we found ye when we did. Ye might’ve died out there, hen.”

“I-“

“Here. Drink this.” He pours something from a kettle into the mug, lifting it your lips, encouraging you as he tips it back, warm sweet liquid washing down your throat. You can’t even lift your arms to push him away, and when he seems to be satisfied, his thumb wipes at the corner of your mouth. “Good love. Well done.” He murmurs, re tucking the misplaced blankets around your shoulder. You’re feeling woozy all of the sudden, maybe a little sick, and you think you could be hallucinating when another man appears at the foot of the bed, watching you with honeyed brown eyes, the broadest, tallest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Those bones need setting.” The bigger one says to the mohawk one, and he grimaces, trailing fingertips along your cheek.

“Maybe tomorrow. I’m still worried about the concussion.”

“It’s been four days, Johnny. Can’t put it off too much longer.” Four days? Your brain latches onto the time. Since when?

“Ah know.” He slumps. “Tomorrow?” He sounds hopeful, and the brown eyed man nods.

You’re starting to fade, listening to them talk, unable to react or even speak when they both press a kiss to your forehead, affectionate and longing touch that confuses you until you’re losing the battle to sleep, not with it enough to hear the click of the padlock.

#ghoap x reader #ghost x soap x reader #soap x reader #soap x reader x ghost #john soap mactavish #simon riley x reader #peaches writes #ghost x reader x soap

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Sugar Plum Princess

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Short!Shy!Wife

summary: Y/n feels a little under the weather after a snow day so Henry gives his sweet shy wife a taste of his special “medicine” (Major Dom Henry)

Disclaimer: Story is completely fictional and may contain inappropriate content

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️

Lumberjack Masterlist, Full Masterlist, Henry Masterlist

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“Bunny, what were ya doin’ out there? Shoulda be in here gettin’ warm with me” Henry grumbled helping his precious little wife strip out of her white winter suit, her giggles filling his ears every time he’d lightly spank her ass and jiggle it in his warm hands. “M’sorry never seen snow so thick before! Look, Look!” She squealed excitedly showing him the cute selfies she had taken with her snowman she’d named ‘Hen Bear’ after him.

“Don’t ya jus look adorable sweet pea? Gonna send these to me alright?” He smirked seeing how irresistible she looked, the fact that she was all his and his alone made his cock twitch. Y/n on the other hand had butterflies zooming in her stomach, feeling one of her husbands hands fondling her ass while the other was busy typing on her new phone.

“Really pretty?” She twinkled twirling on her toes, her hands holding onto his blue t-shirt, standing on her toes to nuzzle into his neck; the scruff of his beard scratching her ever so gently. “The prettiest baby” He cooed cupping the back of her head, throwing her phone onto the armchair at the corner of their bedroom. “Now come on, get into bed before ya get a cold sweetpea” Clad in only a flimsy thong and a bra, Y/n found herself being smothered by cuddles and kisses once Henry had tucked them both into the mess of blankets; not that she was complaining she absolutely loved cuddles.

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“Now what did I say about yesterday bunbun?” Henry asked setting down a cup of apple juice by the bed, Y/n’s tired eyes looking up at him lovingly as his fingers brushed over her face. “N-not to go out, but but, the snow s’pretty and I hadta” Y/n mumbled nuzzling herself into the comforters, causing Henry’s heart to crack itself open a tiny bit, his sugar babe was sick and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Earlier on in the wee hours of the morning Y/n had broken into a fever, one which Henry spotted when he turned her over to face him. At the start of their relationship Y/n had always asked that if she turned away from Henry while asleep, he was to turn her around and make sure he was cuddling her, or else as she said “I’ll be really angry and won’t talk to you ever again!” Which was a complete lie because when that did happen, Henry had acted cold as if he didn’t care, ultimately breaking sweet Y/n’s heart; leading him to snatch her up in his arms to show her how much he loved her in their beloved bedroom. “My sweet little wife, ya know you’re all mine right? No one else can have ya but me”

After helping her to take a sip of apple juice, Henry went to his side of the bed and was about to slip in. “Nuh-uh mister, y-you can get sick n’ I don’t wan’ you sick” Y/n squealed cornering herself to the edge of the bed, her legs kicking at Henry to keep him away from her. “No fucking kicking me honey” He grumbled grabbing onto each of her ankles, making her whimper and cower at his massive build. Using his sheer strength he dragged her to him, revealing her naked body, which felt hot to the touch; making Henry wince.

“B-but you’re gonna feel icky if ya come near me H-Hen”

“I don’t give a fuck sugar, you’re my little sugar plum n’ if I wanna cuddle on ya then I will. Do you not want me anymore?” Henry taunted, using his manipulative tone, seeing his bunbun’s mouth fall open and head shake rapidly from

side to side before she let out a loud sob. “O-ow” She whimpered holding onto her head due to the migraines, Henry scoffed before bending down and cradling her head to his chest, “S’okay baby, sometimes your brain is all foggy cause ya too precious, and ya need your husband to clear it”

His hands reached down and felt her hot wet juices start to leak out of her, her second set of lips warm and slick for him. “w-what are you doing b-bear? M’still feelin’ icky” She whined, her arms around his shoulders, her glossy eyes peering into his as his lips softly rubbed themselves against hers; to a point where she had taken initiative and let her tongue run over his lips to coax his out.

“Thought you still felt icky baby?” Henry pulled away, chuckling when he felt her legs lock around his waist to keep him closer, soft whines leaving her as she wiggled in his grasp. “S-stop teasing and bein’ a meanie Hen! W-want you to make the fogginess go away” She whimpered, her cheeks hot to touch along with the rest of her body.

“Course honey, I know jus’ how to make it go away, jus’ let daddy have some of his sweet treat, s’that okay bunbun?” He whispered nudging his nose against hers cutely, his heart clenching when she wrinkled her nose and nodded giddily. “Y-ya promise it’ll work?”

She asked worried, “Have I ever lied to ya sugar?”

“N-no”

Not that she knew anyway.

“S’okay baby, c’mere” Henry grunted, both of them were on their sides facing each other, his hand lifting her leg up whilst his cock slipped through her pussy lips, coating itself in all her goodness. “I-is it bad? Am-am I gonna havta see a doctor?” She asked nervously in between not so subtle moans, her hole was practically clenching around nothing.

“After a’ treat your pussy baby, you won’t need a doctor, promise” Henry smirked fitting his cock into her wet warm fuckhole, her hands around his torso, while his groped and massaged her ass like the rough lumberjack he was. “Let me taste those lips baby, stick that tongue out for me too bunny” His open mouth clamping on top of hers, his spit mixing in with her between their lips as she sucked on his tongue.

Pulling their lips apart, her lips were still wrapped around his tongue, sucking on it as if it was her favourite strawberry sucker, her eyes as wide as saucers as she looked up at him as if he was the most amazing thing in the world. “Do ya want some of my medicine baby, promise it’ll make all the ickiness go away” “Mhm wan’ it all da- Hen” She said wide eyed nodding her head,

“Open wide wifey, n’ swallow” He said bringing one hand to cup her jaw, her mouth forming a circle as he spat into his lewdly, feeling his lover’s hole clench at the nickname he called her. After all these months she still found herself getting giddy snd excited anytime he’d call her his wife, “m’ your wife n’ you’re my husband” She’d say at least once a day, almost as if she couldn’t believe it.

Swallowing his saliva readily, Y/n’s eyes had rolled to the back of her head as Henry’s thrusts were deeper and slower, the nestle of curls on his cock itching her clit to a point of rawness, his balls slapping her like it was his hand. “Good girl, gon’ make ya all better honey, promise” He moaned feeling her lips all over his neck, her tongue lazily drawing over it letting it shine with her spit.

“L-love you s-so much, f-feels fuzzy n’ warm” Y/n hiccuped, her own fingers reaching down to hold her lips wider open, letting Henry’s thumb press down directly onto her swollen nub, “Oh- fuck” She gasped while his thumb rubbed rougher circles on her precious sensitive button, “language sugar” He snarked spitting onto her bouncing breasts, licking them up as his thrusts didn’t let down once.

“Fuck baby your tits are so pretty, your nipples beggin’ to be sucked on” He mocked laughing slightly, his lips surrounding a hardened bud while she pressed her tits smothering his face, letting him motorboat her soft pillows; fuck was he in love with his gorgeous wife, n’ he couldn’t help but feel proud at how easy it was for him to get her.

“Imagine these fleshy tits full of milk, all swollen and ready” His mouth greedily moved between each breast, her voice whining and whimpering at each of his filthy words. “N-nothin but my little hole, always so needy and wantin’ attention, but it’s okay baby, i’ll give ya everything ya need” He groaned looking straight back at her, his shaft nearly giving in with each clench and push, her tongue laying out with her eyes rolling back; her lips mumbling incoherent words , “Wan’ it so bad” “m’just your hole b-bear” “W-would you t-take

my milk too, n-not just my hole?” She screamed finally creaming around his shaft, her legs kicking involuntarily while her orgasm rocked through her body. His lips raining kisses all over her face and her lips, her tongue dominating over his lazily as she seemed desperate to taste him.

“I’d take your milk just like this sugar” He moaned gently pulling out, finding the strength to straddle and hover over her torso, his thick paws pushing her tits together dirtily as his length laid in the valley between them. Y/n’s hair was splayed over the pillows majestically, her face dazed and smiley as her tongue gave kitty licks to the head of his shaft, sweat visibly dripping down her face. “W-what else?” She asked.

“I’d fuck your tits everyday bun, treat it like a second pussy, your milk squirting all over me n’ you; letting me taste your sweet treasure that ya made” His balls suddenly felt heavier, his breaths deepening each time he’d thrust and his shaft would go straight into his wife’s mouth. Her breasts surrounding him like a blanket, causing more of his “medicine” to spurt onto her gorgeous face.

“y-yummy” She whispered picking some up with her finger and licking it lewdly, Henry’s lips smashing onto hers affectionately, not caring that he was tasting himself as he licked her face clean and spat it onto her waiting tongue. “W-will I still need the doctor?”

“No honey, you’ll be alright, m’sure of it” He whispered kissing her forehead, feeling her temperature, thankfully their activities had caused her fever to break; all thanks to him. “Y-you love me right?” She asked out of the blue, her fingers twiddling with his beard shyly,

“What sorta question is that? course I do”

“W-well earlier ya didn’t say it back!” She whimpered kissing his chest softly, all over the bite marks she left. “M’sorry sugar plum, swear just forgot, your pussy is jus’ too good” He smirked causing her to giggle and hit his chest, his fingers rubbing over her stomach gently, taking the extra bit of skin in his hands and bending down to kiss and love on it. “I love you so so much” He whispered against her stomach, the part he knew she was most insecure about, but if anything he just saw it as more of her to love. His sugar plum princess.

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No. 1 Party Anthem - Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader - Chapter One

Past!Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader

Carmy Berzatto x F!Platonic!Reader

Richie Herimovich x F!Platonic!Reader

Summary: You finally grab the bear by its ears and face it head on, despite all the unanswered questions.

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of the content. Heavy spoilers. Mentions of self harm, grief, death, mental health issues, strained relationships, smoking.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: OMG thank you all for all the kind words and love ! ! ! I'm gonna b honest with you all, after i posted the prologue I completely logged out of my account for the week LOL I was SO nervous abt it and so I just left it alone 😭 but I'm back with the first official chapter ! Also, I am opening the taglist for this series, so please let me know if you want to be tagged ! Thank you to one of you lovely readers for asking about that ❤️ your comment was very appreciate bc tbh I completely forgot abt even considering making one 💀 thank u babes ily and I hope you all enjoy !!!

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PROLOGUE / MASTERLIST

The rumble and honk of a car driving quickly down the street took you out of your thoughts.

Here you were, once again, on the sidewalk and across the street from The Beef. This time, it was not some odd hour of the night but rather 4 o'clock in the evening.

After tossing and turning all night long, you rose early that morning much to the insistence of your mom and dad, who were very much eager to get you to reunite with Natalie, with bags under your eyes and stiff joints. You trudged around the house, jumping at every small noise that somewhat resembled the notification sound of your phone, before finally giving up and plopping down on the sofa to send Sugar a text.

'Hi Sugar, it's me. Nice to talk to you again. I'll swing by The Beef at around 4 if that's okay with you.'

About 5 minutes later, a loud buzz made you drop a glass of water to the floor.

'Of course! I'm so happy to hear from you! I can't wait (:'

You could feel a pit forming in your stomach as you read the message. You can practically hear the way her voice lifts in excitement as you read it. To make matters worse, the smiley face felt like it had a mind of its own and it was taunting you. It practically said 'Remember the good days? Remember how close you and Sugar were? Before everything happened?'

With a shallow breath, you threw your phone onto the nearest soft surface and scooped the broken glass up with your bare hands.

Your parents fussed around you all afternoon before you left. At first, they said it was to make sure you were okay with going over there but it became pretty clear that they were pretty much just making sure you weren't going to back out. While you understood why they were chasing you around like a chick chased their mother hen, you got tired of it really quickly.

"Mom, I'm serious, I'm okay!" You insisted, pulling your shoe on and pausing at the threshold of the front door.

"Are you sure? Do you want us to come with you? How about you let us drive you-"

"I'm fine!! I'm going now!"

With a sigh, your mother glances at your father before nodding, "Alright honey, be safe."

With a weak smile, you headed off.

And now here you were, finding yourself halfway down the street and being honked at by someone in their car.

Snapping back to the present after replaying your hectic morning, you jump at the realization that you were unconsciously halfway across the street and heading towards The Beef.

"GET OUT THE WAY!" The person in the car yelled, sticking their head out the window.

You ran to the sidewalk and half slammed your body against the wall, chest heaving. You had no idea what took over you and made you move without thinking but here you are now, in front of the same place you vowed to never be at again after Mikey's death: The Beef.

"Fuck…" you murmured to yourself, trying desperately to catch your breath as you closed your eyes.

Focusing on the sounds of tires on pavement and rustling leaves on trees, you took a breath. You counted from 1 to 100 and then back to 1 again. You then opened your eyes and counted 5 things you could see, 4 things you could touch…

With a hard swallow, you turned around, ready to walk to the front door now. It was past 4 now but from the messages you got earlier from Sugar, you knew that there was 'no rush' and to just 'come in the front door'.

"I can do this, I can do this…" you whispered to yourself and lightly jumped in place, hyping yourself up.

You pushed forward, rounding the corner of the wall and to the front door, when BAM! Some guy just slams into you.

You fly backward, stumbling as you try your hardest to avoid falling onto the pavement.

"Watch it, idiot!" Some guy in a high vis vest barks at you before marching away with a wrapped sandwich in his hand.

You stare, mouth open in silent shock and confusion, unable to respond. If this guy had bumped into you about a year ago, you would have practically beat him up yourself. Mikey would've had to come out of the restaurant and drag you off the guy, laughing and cheering all the way. His strong arms would wrap around you and somehow lift you up and off, voice husky in your ear as he alternates between voicing good humored apologies to the guy who had the misfortune of being an asshole to you and murmuring about how hot you looked while you defended yourself.

But in this moment, all you could do was regain the little confidence you had and go back to the task at hand: walking in.

You swallow before standing up straight, plastering on a faux confident but cool grin onto your face. With your head held high in a way that you used to do but doesn't feel like you anymore, you jam a fist into your pocket and use your other free hand to push the front door open and waltz in.

Cooly, you scan the empty restaurant. It seems like the lunch rush was very much over by now and the last customer for a while before the dinner rush had crashed into you and left moments before. So now, it was just you and The Beef.

"Give me one sec!" A loud and charmingly obnoxious voice yelled from the kitchen.

Your facade slipped as you heard this voice. Instantly, your shoulders sagged as you let out a quiet but pained laugh under your breath.

The booming voice of Richie got louder and louder as he came out of the kitchen and to the counter, "How can I help you-"

He paused. You immediately stood up straight again, a wide and sly but fake grin spreading over your face.

Richie blinked, frozen. His eyes were wide and mouth had dropped slightly open.

After a couple seconds, the awkwardness started to set in for you, prompting you to speak up, "Jesus, Richie, you look like you've seen a ghost."

In an instant, Richie snapped back to reality with a grin on his face, "COUSIN!"

You winced at the volume, apparently not being the only one as you heard a couple muffled groans and protests from the kitchen as well as someone saying "what?!"

Richie threw his arms out, wide, before dropping them and racing around the counter to you. With a laugh, Richie's arms enveloped you, squeezing tight.

You stiffened up immediately, feeling bad for not reciprocating instantly like you used to do. But whether or not that bothered Richie, you would never know because as fast as he enveloped you in a hug, he pulled away.

"Cousin, what the hell are you doing this side of the country, huh?!" He grinned and placed his hands on his hips.

"Oh my gosh!" Another voice said.

Your head whipped to see Sugar at the doorway to the kitchen. She clutched a clipboard in her arms but as both of your eyes connected, she let it fall to the floor with a clatter.

You can see her eyes well with tears as she raced around the counter to join you and Richie and as she got closer, she blinked them away. A wary smile appeared on her lips as she stood next to you, making her look a cross between nervous and relieved.

"Richie, give her some space. Oh my gosh, hi!!" Natalie gasped.

You winced a bit and smiled, "Hey…"

You wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and stay there forever.

"Shit cousin, I had no idea you were coming here! If you let us know beforehand, we could've made you a welcome party or, or, or something!" Richie said, ignoring Natalie.

"How the hell have you been? How was it out west? I heard you got back in town but had no clue you were coming over here to visit!" Richie continued, going on and on and on.

You stared at him, eyeing the way he looked rugged and much more tired than usual. But Richie was the same old Richie, loud and brash but caring when he wanted to be.

Your eyes wandered from Richie's frame over to Natalie, who seemed to be analyzing your body silently. Her eyes were filled with worry and her fingers rapidly intertwined with themselves as she gave you a look that meant to say, 'Is this okay? Are you okay?'

You glance back at Richie before your eyes fell behind the two and to the entrance of the kitchen where a crowd had formed.

And in front of that crowd was Carmy.

Your shoulders tensed up, visibly enough to make Natalie perk up and whip her head around to see what you were staring at and make Richie go silent. The two glanced at Carmy and, unbeknownst to you, gave him a look of warning.

Carmy wiped his hands on the towel he had and stared back, silent. His body language was unreadable and you couldn't tell whether or not he was upset at seeing you. Either way, you could feel the hair on the back of your neck stand.

"Carmy…" you said, voice hoarse.

You cleared your throat and awkwardly nodded, acknowledging those around him. You recognized a couple faces and others seemed unfamiliar but either way, they all looked at you with curious and cautious eyes.

After stewing in silence for a bit, Sugar spoke up, "Carmy… say hello".

Carmy blinked, eyes still set on you making you feel pinned to the spot. You could feel your breakfast swirl in your stomach as his eyes glared into you, analyzing your every move. Finally, he nodded and turned around, making the crowd behind him part like the red sea as he moved back into the kitchen.

Suddenly, another face appeared in the doorway of the kitchen before yelling out your name excitedly. Fak came racing out of the kitchen, following the same path that Richie and Natalie took, before stopping in front of you.

"Holy shit!," he exclaimed happily, "Your home!"

Your shoulder sagged.

Home.

You were home.

He giggled to himself, not at all noticing your reaction "I haven't seen you in forever, how are you?"

"Jesus man, give her some space she just arrived," Richie began, already launching into an argument.

"What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine!" Fak said, head snapping over to Richie before the two began to bicker.

Natalie rolled her eyes at them and turned to you, still concerned, "Just ignore them. Are you okay, sweetie?"

You stood up straight again, wiping the wide eyed expression you didn't even know you had on your face for one with a lazy smile, "Yea, I'm okay."

She reached her arm out, hesitating for a second to see if you would reject her, before resting her hand on your forearm when you seemed okay with it. She gently ushered you around the bickering men and behind the counter, to the kitchen. The crowd watching dispersed with curious eyes and kind smiles from those you recognized, letting you two pass through.

As you walked through the kitchen, gulping as your eyes retraced each corner and crevice you had tried to forget about, your eyes stopped briefly to look at Carmy. With his back towards you, he silently chopped some vegetables, seemingly ignoring what was happening around him.

"Here we are," Sugar said, quietly announcing to you to get your attention.

You turned and dug your heels into the ground, soles squeaking as you did so. Sugar jumped back and glanced at you.

"Can we… I'd rather we talk outside." You announce, voice wavering in a way that made your previous confident persona waver.

Right in front of you stood the door to the office; an office you were very much familiar with as you too had spent many times there. All those memories, all bittersweet at this point, came rushing back; the nights you spent arguing over bills and paperwork with Mikey, the days you came with a bag of donuts from your favorite shop nearby, the intimate moments where your and his lips connected behind the closed door, the moments in which you hid in the office and cried your heart out.

Sugar noticed the way your eyes had become misty and promptly led you to the back door of the kitchen and to the alleyway.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, that's okay. We can talk here.” she said soothingly.

Her voice was so comforting, making you feel nauseous. You hated the way that Sugar would always act very motherly, even when you were all kids.

With a shaky breath, you nodded and smiled anxiously, “I'm okay Sugar, you don’t need to worry.”

Glancing at you, Sugar smiled softly. But her smile quickly dropped when she scanned your features, taking in your face again.

“You look,” she began quietly, “You look good.”

You chuckled to yourself, knowing damn well that she was wrong, “Thanks, you too.”

Richie bursts out the back door, with Fak in town, still bickering.

“My God you two, just stop!” Sugar yells, getting the two to finally snap their mouths shut.

Fak playfully salutes Sugar, a knowing look on his face while Richie rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

“Yea whatever. I’m just happy to see you again, cousin.” Richie says, directing his body to you, with a tone of softness in his voice that felt so foreign that it made you shiver.

“It’s nice to see you too,” you said softly, rubbing your hands on your thighs.

It was silent for a bit as the four of you all glanced at one another, unsure where to start and what to say. Each party had so much they wanted to say to each other at that moment, but you knew that the three people standing before you had the most to say to you.

Carmy came out the back door, silent and unsurprised to see the four of you glance in his direction. He closed the door behind him and stood off to the side, away from all of you. He then proceeded to take out a pack and light a cigarette, quietly puffing.

“Cousin, did you even say hello? It’s rude as hell to just ignore her,” Richie said, a bit agitated at his dismissive behavior.

Yet Carmy ignored him, staring out to the side and away from you all, his blue eyes flickering, but refusing to even glance in your direction.

You could feel your eyes prickle and your throat tighten, regretting even showing up. Carmy was the one person you haven't seen the longest and here he was, ignoring you as if you didn’t even exist.

“Hey,” Richie barked, taking you out of your thoughts, “At least look at her!”

Richie began to stomp forward to Carmy, making you and Sugar flinch as you watched. Fak moved forward, reaching out to Richie and mumbling quietly to get him to stop. Right before Richie could grab Carmy by the shoulder, Carmy spoke up.

“I’m glad you're okay.”

Your mouth dried up.

His eyes turned to you and all you could see in them was pained understanding. He knew you weren’t okay; an okay person wouldn’t just pack up and leave the night after her boyfriend’s funeral. But, he saw that you were alive and the fact that you showed up here after so long meant something.

It meant that now you were okay.

“Thanks Carmy” you said, making everyone’s head turn to you.

Richie rocked his jaw and nodded silently, stepping back from Carmy.

The three of them watched as Carmy lifted his box of cigarettes and offered one to you. They then watched as you walked forward, arms that had wrapped around your body falling, to grab one. He fished his worn lighter from his pocket, carefully lighting the cig you held around your lips for you, before pocketing it and leaning back against the wall.

You take a deep drag, letting the nicotine smoke fill your lungs before exhaling. It soothed your nerves, reminding you of the moments that you spent outside with Carmy, avoiding the yells from inside the house during a Berzatto family event.

Suddenly, a deep funny feeling began to strew about in your belly. It felt odd and you tried to suppress it, but you just couldn’t help it. You barked out a laugh.

It surprised you and everyone, not at all expecting it. You felt your cheeks heat up, horrified as to why you just laughed.

You breathed in, only for it to come out as another laugh. Your horror was then replaced with amusement, making you laugh even harder.

Sugar, Fak, and Richie all averted their gazes, a mixture of remorse and shame written all over their faces.

You laughed even harder, slamming your back against the wall before sliding into a crouch. Your body shook so hard as you laughed, barely able to keep the cigarette between your fingers.

Carmy looked away, an empty look on his face as he too chuckled to himself.

After laughing so much that your belly began to hurt, you finally spoke up between dissolving giggles, “What the fuck am i even doing here!?”

Natalie turned her back to everyone, clutching her body in her arms. Fak walked forward and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. You didn’t even look at him as he hooked one of his arms under your arm and helped you up from the floor to stand against the wall again. Your knees buckled slightly as you continued giggling and wheezing in an attempt to catch your breath.

Fak stepped back and sighed softly, watching your chest heave as your breathing began to stabilize.

An uncomfortable silence fell as you caught your breath, leaving the four of you in limbo to listen to a couple cars pass by and the wind blow softly by.

Carmy straightened up, making everyone except Sugar turn to him. He dropped the cigarette he was smoking and crushed it under his shoe. He then reached behind him to untie the knot of his apron and then moved to his neck where he took it off completely. He thrusted it forward, pushing it to you.

“Okay Chef, break is over.” He said.

You looked over at him, finding no fear or sadness on his face, before nodding and grabbing the apron. He stepped back and turned, moving to open the back door and step inside.

Sugar, Fak, and Richie all turned to you.

“Break is over,” you repeated and began to tie the apron around yourself before opening the backdoor and walking back inside.

#the bear #carmen berzatto #reader #carmen berzatto x reader #michael berzatto x reader #mikey berzatto #carmy berzatto #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich #carmy the bear #richie the bear #mikey the bear #carmy berzatto imagine #richie berzatto imagine #mikey berzatto imagine #sugar berzatto #natalie berzatto #neil fak

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This Week in BL - 2 GREAT Shows but everything else is kinda blah

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top. Happy new year, BLabies!

Jan 2024 Wk 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 9 of 12 - This show is really earning its chops, and these actors are executing beautifully. I think this is a great BL, and it reminds me quite a bit of ATOTS, only the physical comfort between the actors is more genuine and easy to watch. Unfortunately a guitar came out. Nice communication tho.

That was a very lovely romantic sex scene. Very prettily done. Classy boys, very classy.

Gah what a beautiful final scene with Day saying the last thing he wants to see is Mhork. Pure unadulterated romance of the highest order.

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 7 of 12 - If killer, why hot? Poor Tarn compelled to try to rescue everyone else from their fate, because he cannot save himself from his.

Meanwhile Phaya is finally learning that you catch more water snakes with honey lube than vinegar.

Stellar confession from Phaya brutally honest and very fated mates.

And another lovely sex scene, so I guess that was a vision and not a fantasy Tharn had.

Lets be clear those two shows were GREAT everything else this week was kinda blah.

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 6 of 12 - I find the backstory very odd. Are they twins? What happened to Blue? Am I meant to care? Do I care?

Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 10 of 12 - I mostly just feel sorry for First. He’s so rightfully confused. Zee/Sprite keeps blowing hot and cold because they two different people! The after sex cuddle was cute.

Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 8 of 14 - Love getting more JeffAlan. Also I switch favorite character allegiances in the trash watch happening here.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 6 of 12 - Didn’t air this week and I hardly noticed.

You and My Stars YT 1 of 2(?) - school kids, love triangle, it’s cute enough.

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) 1626 ep 20 of 24 - Just so boring. 3/10

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

VIP Only (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 8 of 10 - I’m not into the love triangle. Although I kind of like the new suitor, he’s honest and a good communicator. I appreciate these things in a BL boy. But I begin to wonder if triangles should be left for KBL. Also, this should have been an 8 epper, 10 is too long.

Sahara-sensei to Toki-kun (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 5 of 8 - No ep until Jan 12

I Became the Main Role of a BL (Japan Sun Gaga) ep 1-3 - AKA BL Drama no Shuen ni Narimashita: Crank Up Hen - A rising star is paired with an (older) former child actor (doesn’t think he’s good enough) in a BL series. It’s fun, built on a dynamic of off screen paralleling the on screen, so near constantly meta. All the tropes are there but are as a result of the filming process. The star turns out to be obsessed with the former actor and very dorky about it. In fact, everyone in this show is a little gremlin weirdo (affectionate). There’s tons of scenery chewing miscommunication drama, slapstick, voice over head hopping, and eccentric sides characters. “And he comes with feathers” applies to a number of my friends. You know I don’t like stories around fan obsession, but otherwise this was enjoyable. 8/10

A nice start to the JBL year. Keep em coming, Japan.

It's done I Need to Catch up

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have a spare day.

It's Airing But...

[INTERNATIONAL] Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube) ep 3 of 12 - yeah Japan put the smack down on our boys. Sadness. You can use a VPN if you like. Read all about it here.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. I DNFed this at ep 5. Frankly I'm impressed with myself for getting that far.

Night Dream (Sat YT) 6 eps - It’s a pain to track down and I really didn’t like the first episode so… DNF

The Whisperer (Sun ????) 10 eps - Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). I don't think even the perfect single dimple can motivate me to watch. Word is... it's terrible.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) 10 eps - Giving me Luminous Solution vibes. I'm waiting to binge if safe.

Dead Friend Forever (Thai Sat iQIYI) - horror, meh, tell me if it's worth my time?

In Case You Missed it

All my year end round ups (so far) are as follows:

TOP 10 BL Trends of 2023

Top 10 BL Secondary Pairs of 2023

2023 BLs Best Trope Execution Awards! TOP 10

Best Back Hugs Thailand & Elsewhere

BL 2023 - Cute Bits of Domesticity

BL 2023 - Boys Feeding Boys

BL 2023 - BOOP!

All the BLs Announced for 2023 that didn't happen

Next Week Looks Like This

Starting This Week:

1/9 Time the series (Thai Gaga, WeTV, Channel 3) 10 eps - MFlow Entertainment brings us yet another "fix the past" narrative. After witnessing the gunning down of his beloved, a heartbroken actor uses a magic pocket watch to go back in time and discover the truth and maybe fix it.

1/11 Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Gaga) - Soga, who, after a divorce and relocation to Osaka, seeks solace in dining at 26-year-old Sakae's restaurant. Unbeknownst to Soga, Sakae sees him as more than just a regular customer.

More Coming Jan 2024

Beside You (Thai YouTube)

Love For Love's Sake (Korea ????)- based on the Manhwa ‘Love Supremacy Zone’ by Hwacha. A young man is dropped into a game based off a novel he loves. His mission is to make another player, YeoWoon happy. But then the game starts unfolding completely different from the novel.

Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan ????) - five years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so... probubly not. I won't be watching this.

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Yes, you SHOULD apologize!

This was a FANTASTIC moment! Last Twilight

Night Dream referencing the Shrimp Trope.

Some didn't like this bit BUT I love a claiming moment, even in a briefing room... especially there.

I ALSO love a good Grandma Moment in a BL.

Such a good sex scene. The Sign

(Last week)

#two great sex scenes this week!#both from thailand #thai bl #Last Twilight #The Sign #this week in bl #bl updates #the sign the series #for him the series #Twins the series #I Became the Main Role of a BL #Japanese BL #BL Drama no Shuen ni Narimashita: Crank Up Hen #BL series review #taiwanese bl #PitBabe #Night Dream

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try-set-me-on-fire · 11 months

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hiiii, "pet names" for the soft prompt if you're still doing it<3

Full disclaimer i also dont know how face timing works. Soft prompts, finished ones!

It had started as a joke. Or as teasing, really. Eddie had been in El Paso, telling his sisters about his boyfriend, and had tried to facetime him when they demanded living, talking proof of such a thing. Tried being the operative word there, because what Eddie had done was call him the regular way and then ask "How do I turn the camera on?"

"Well, my technologically challenged beloved, that's not how that works. Wait a second, hang up, I'll start the call."

And then, a few days later after Eddie was back home safe and exhausted from extended exposure to immediate relatives, it was a laughing “Beloved, hand it over,” as he grabbed a suitcase from his partner’s hands as Eddie looked like he was about to fall asleep standing up. Then “Beloved, pass me that-“ “Beloved, when is-“ “Beloved, how about-“ until it was just something he said, a name for Eddie alongside Eds and Babe and Hello You and all the times he says goodnight or good morning and means it as a form of address.

They’re at the station and Eddie says “Hey, Buck-” the start of a question lost to a moment of distraction, Ravi dropping something in the kitchen and all eyes turning towards the noise in a gentle assessment of danger.

It’s a coffee cup that now no longer has a handle, there’s a sheepish smile, and Buck turns back to his partner and says “Yes, beloved?” And it’s not a joke at all and out of the corner of his eye he can see Hen make the face she makes when they're being buckandeddie, all fond and a little grossed out.

And every time he says it here’s what happens: the very corners of Eddie’s mouth lift up first, and then he ducks his head just a tiny bit, and then he meets Buck’s eyes with a sort of surprised affection melted into the brown. Buck thinks they both keep looking at each other like this, months since they crashed into each other and refused to let go, still hardly daring to believe this is theirs to have and keep.

Eddie calls him honey and it tastes like it, the word sweet as it’s passed across the kitchen or pressed into his skin. He says sweetheart and Buck feels like one, feels kinder and lovelier under his attention. Eddie says “Buck” and he thinks his name doesn’t sound like that in anyone else’s mouth, he thinks he never feels more real or adored than when Eddie’s tongue curls around those consonants.

Growing up as Evan Buckley, he never knew how many names a person could have. Then he became Buck, and Buckaroo, and Kid, and each one was him entirely, his true name, and all of them would have been enough for him - already they felt like things he stole, things someone would disapprove of him having, little treasures to keep safe - but then there was Eddie and Buck thinks for the rest of his life he’ll greedily seek new names to have and to give away. He thinks maybe Husband, maybe soon.

For now, in the fire station after the broken cup, Eddie says “Oh, just wondering if you wanted to get breakfast after this?”

And Buck thinks maybe a name can just be knowing someone, in the way he knows what breakfast place they’ll go to and what Eddie will order and the half of his second pancake that Buck will end up eating. He smiles. “Yeah, Eddie, I’d love to.”

#this ones all vibes i dunno what to tell ya #thinking about the twilight mirage true names discussion #once more im saying stream friends at the table on your podcast app of choice #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fox #911 abc #my writing #buck

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sanguineterrain · 1 year

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prompt again for #5! steve gives the best hugs in the group — it's another reason why the kids call him the mom of the team. when you have a hard day you always go straight to steve for comfort. he'll rest his head on yours and hum a little and the two of you won't have to say anything — steve just knows you need some comfort - lav

5. giggly cuddles; 0.6k words

thanks for the prompt my little apple cake ⚘️ steve h x gn!reader.

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Today has been too much.

You're at the Harringtons for a game night. It had been agreed the kids needed something to take their minds off what happened. Steve had put it upon himself to coordinate such a thing. You know he loves people in his house and the noise and warmth the kids bring.

And while your capacity for people doesn't match Steve's, you still adore all of them to death. And any other day, you'd be smack in the middle of the heated game of Monopoly happening downstairs. You can hear Mike yelling that Dustin should go straight to jail and rolling doubles before you go to jail doesn't protect you from future jail time!

You want to join the action and eat your weight in popcorn but instead you're in the kitchen, slowly sipping your glass of water and sagging against the counter. Your social battery is near drained. Every interaction, every worry, and every responsibility has nestled in your brain and zapped your energy.

You lean over the sink to try to find your breath and keep it.

"Hey."

You feel a warm hand on your spine. Steve sets the popcorn bowl on your other side, rubbing circles into your skin.

"D'you feel sick?"

You shake your head, hoping Steve will understand. You two have been friends for a while. Sometimes he just knows.

"Too much?" he murmurs, quieter this time.

You nod. Steve urges you upright.

"C'mere," he says, taking your hand. "I'll bring down the popcorn and then we can camp out up here."

"The kids—" you start.

"They'll be fine," he soothes. "They're occupied with the game. Nancy and Robin have 'em."

You go to the living room and linger by the couch. Steve is down and back in moments, dusting his hands on his jeans. He smiles at you, only slightly tinged with worry. He's such a mother hen, fretting over how much rest you're getting or checking your anxiety levels.

"Sit down," Steve instructs gently.

You frown. "I don't wanna keep you..."

He shakes his head.

"You're not, promise. C'mon, I got you."

You sit and Steve does the same, positioned against the back of the couch. He pulls you up so you're slotted between his thighs. Steve is warm and smells like caramel corn. He begins to rub at the base of your neck. Your muscles loosen.

"Bad day?" he asks.

"Jus' a lot," you murmur, clinging to his sweatshirt, head on his shoulder.

You feel him nod. You don't have to say much. Steve knows you inside and out.

"Had a guy come in today asking what the best movies for lizards are."

"Lizards?" you hum into his chest. "Like lizard movies?"

"No, like, he has a pet lizard named Wendell and he wanted my personal insight on films lizards would enjoy."

You bite your lip.

"So what did you tell him?"

"Well, first I asked what kind of personality Wendell has. Apparently he's a party boy."

You can't help your giggle at that. Steve joins in, shaking from the memory.

"It was bizarre! I had to get Robin involved. She must've given him a good selection. He seemed pretty happy."

You look up at Steve, curling your arms around his neck. He smiles down at you. Your foreheads bump.

"Thanks for this," you whisper. "You give the best hugs, Steve."

"Of course. Anytime. Y'want anything? You didn't eat much earlier."

"Later?" you plead. "Just wanna stay here with you."

Steve shifts and presses his cheek to yours. He continues to rub your neck.

"Sure, honey. We can stay here as long as you want."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x gn reader #stranger things fanfiction #inbox #blurb #lav tag 💜

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spinningwebsandtales · 2 years

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How Would The Top Gun Guys Take Care Of You When You’re Sick

(A/N): I’ve been so busy here lately it’s taken me awhile to get around to this idea! I also have another one I need to write. I am trying to write as much as I can, as I prepare for Halloween and make sure I fill requests as people ask for them but please have patience with me. I have had a big opportunity open up for me and I don’t know how long it will take me once I get started but I am still here. Requests are still open and if you think of anything Halloween in the mean time make sure you get it in! So until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Taglist: @the-marshals-wife @mads-weasley @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @chaoticassidy

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw X FemReader

Bradley had been gone the majority of the day as he had Top Gun classes and wanted to hit the gym afterwards. So now as the evening settled in and the sun sunk below the horizon he was finally pulling into the driveway. The lack of lights on in the house concerned him and without the light on the porch, trying to get the front door unlocked was becoming quite the chore. Finally after several moments of fumbling around he got the key into the lock and the door open.

“Babe,” he called his heart hammering in worry.

“Bedroom,” your hoarse voice replied before being followed by a coughing fit. Rooster was up the stairs in seconds to see what was the matter. There he found you smothered in blankets pale as a ghost.

“Honey what happened?”

“I caught a cold and had to come home early,” you muttered.

“You should have called me,” Rooster sighed brushing your hair stuck to your sweaty cheek. “I should have been here to take care of you.”

“I’m not helpless Rooster,” you chuckled before coughing again. “I knew you would be home later. I rested while waiting for you.”

He nodded but still unhappy that you’ve been by yourself so long fighting a cold that he didn’t know you had. He rummaged in the bedside table to find cold tablets. He gave you a couple and you took them. Now he was rummaging through his shirts that you loved. Setting one on the bed he went back to your side.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yeah,” you nodded groggily.

“You take a bath,” he pushed the blankets back, “get cleaned up and comfy. I’ll make you something to eat and I’ll bring it to you.”

“That sounds awesome,” you hummed. “Thank you Rooster.”

“Your welcome,” he kissed your clammy forehead. “Now get in the tub missy. That’s an order.”

“Yes sir,” you saluted weakly. You felt so lucky to have Rooster in your life. Even being sick didn’t seem so bad with him around.

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell X FemReader

Maverick had been anxious to see you all day since leaving early that morning. You barely stirred when he got out of the bed and he didn’t want to disturb you. You had been working so hard, hard enough that he was beginning to worry about your health. And that sense of worry proved to be correct as he pulled into the driveway. Shutting off the motorcycle he noticed that your car was in the same exact spot as it was this morning and that the paper hadn’t been picked up off the front step. Pocketing his motorcycle key he dug the front door key from his pocket and unlocked the door. The house was deathly quiet and there was no smells of cooking coming from the kitchen. Now he was really worried.

“(Y/N)? Baby?!” Maverick raced up the stairs calling your name. He tried not to panic just yet but it took you a little bit to answer. Main reason he wouldn’t stop shouting long enough for you to reply.

“Bedroom Mav,” you coughed.

He rushed over to kneel at the bedside feeling your clammy forehead. Your hot skin met his hand and he sucked in a breath. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. Your sore throat made talking painful so you couldn’t answer him very much without it straining your vocal chords. “Just a cold.”

“You are burning up,” Mav shook his head, “this is more than just a cold. Don’t worry though I’m home now and I will take care of you.”

Mav rushed around the room like a concerned mother hen. Now you had a cold cloth on your forehead, enough blankets to smother a baby elephant, and enough cold medicine in your system to cure the whole county. Normally a cold didn’t knock you down so bad, but you were thankful you had him around to take care of you.

“Are you hungry,” Maverick asked once he was satisfied with his first wave of cold care.

“A little,” you replied. “Are you sure you can handle cooking?”

“Hey,” he grinned, “how hard can it be to make soup from a can?”

“Knowing you Mav we’re doomed.”

You laughed hoarsely at his expression. Despite the exaggerated care he had given you,, you were really proud that Maverick was here to take care of you. You could already feel yourself getting better already.

Jake “Hangman” Seresin X FemReader

Jake awoke to the sound of his alarm. It was time to start the day but something felt off. Majority of the time when you heard his alarm you would wake up just in time to snuggle him for a little longer. Sometimes you wouldn’t if you worked late and were too exhausted to wake up. But this was different than those times. You both had gone to bed at the same time and you were shivering severely under the blankets. Covered in sweat with a pale complexion Hangman shook you gently. You moaned turning over, bleary eyes unfocused.

“Hmm?”

“(Y/N) are you okay? Are you feeling alright,” Jake felt your forehead. You were burning up with fever and he immediately got up out of bed.

“I don’t feel so good,” you admitted.

“You’re burning up,” Hangman stated rushing around to pull on some clothes. “Stay in bed I’m going to the store for medicine and fluids.”

Almost tripping over the bottom step after rushing around Hangman came back upstairs with a glass of water.

“Drink this,” he kissed your damp forehead. “I won’t be long I promise.”

“Love ya,” you mumbled sleepily.

“Drink!”

You sleepily obeyed taking a good drink before tucking yourself back in and falling asleep. You slept while Hangman rushed down every cold medicine aisle available. He grabbed anything that would help (you could say he definitely went overboard with the meds) before going to the grocery section for electrolyte drinks, juice, and bottles of water. He even grabbed several cans of chicken noodle soup and different broths for you to eat. Now armed to the teeth with cold fighting items Hangman returned to you.

You were still asleep curled up in the blankets and lightly snoring. Hangman set a cold juice and water bottle where the empty glass sat. He stroked your head and whispered your name.

“Jake,” you whimpered.

“Yeah babe it’s me,” he rummaged in the bag. “I need you to take some meds for me. It’ll help with the fever and help you sleep.”

“Thanks sweetie,” you took the meds gratefully. Taking them you laid back down to get some more sleep. “Don’t you have to go in?”

“I called in so I could take care of you,” Hangman shushed you before tucking you back in. “Don’t worry about me. Get some sleep and when you wake up I’ll make you some soup.”

“Mm’kay,” you answered going back to sleep.

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky X FemReader

Iceman became concerned when you walked into the house looking on the verge of collapsing. He raced over catching you before you fell and sat you on the couch. You had been working so hard and he was worried that it was going to catch up to you sooner or later. It finally did and now you were extremely sick. Sitting you down on the couch he went to go get the thermometer. Sure enough you had a fever.

“You’ve over done it,” Iceman stated before giving you a gentle kiss.

“Work needed me though,” you sighed leaning into Iceman’s warmth.

“Well if it makes you sick it’s not worth it,” he said angrily. “Your boss should have known better to overwork you.” You were silent for awhile drifting off to sleep in your exhaustion and coughing every little bit. Iceman shook his head before getting up, startling you awake.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“I don’t wanna move,” you whined sleepily.

Iceman scooped you up in his arms before starting towards the bedroom, “Then I’ll just have to carry you.”

“I don’t want you to catch my cold Ice.”

“It’s okay germs are no match for me,” he scoffed. You giggled nuzzling into him. Now that you were home and safe with Iceman you could feel how hot your skin was compared to his. Your throat also felt raw and your body ached all over. Getting out of your work clothes into something more comfortable was the only thing on your mind. Once you were into your favorite pajamas Iceman tucked you into the bed. He disappeared for a few moments to raid the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. Coming back he had a cool rag for your forehead, some nighttime cold medicine, and a big glass of water.

“Take these and get some sleep,” he cooed. You nodded and swallowed the tablets. “I’ll be close if you need me.”

“Thank you Ice,” you mumbled already drifting away to some much needed rest.

“Of course,” he kissed you again. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you yawned happy to be home and in the best of care.

Nick “Goose” Bradshaw X FemReader

It had all started out as just a little bit of fun. You and Goose were playing outside in the rain getting soaked to the bone and enjoying the cooling rain. Now you were paying for that moment of fun with a cold. You shivered even when buried under the covers. Goose paced nervously as you coughed and sneezed violently. The trash can ran over with used tissue and you had drank enough fluids to drown a fish. But your temp refused to come down.

“Goose,” you groaned. “Do we have any juice left?”

“Does wine count,” he asked.

You laughed before coughing. Shaking your head you laughed more, “No it doesn’t!”

“Joking,” he grinned mischievously though it wavered. He was growing more and more concerned by the day. You didn’t want to go the doctor, knowing that it was just a cold that needed to take it’s course and then it would go on it’s merry way until next time.

“You may have to go to the store to get some more fluids and medicines.”

“I can do that,” Goose quickly nodded. He raced around grabbing his wallet and putting on some shoes. He rushed back over to your side and kissed you gently on the cheek. “I’ll be back before you can miss me.”

“I miss you already,” you yawned snuggling deeper into your blanket cocoon. Goose hadn’t really had to deal with you being sick. You were a relatively healthy person and rarely got sick. But he was willing to do anything to help you feel better and get you back on your feet sooner than later. Grabbing everything that pertained to cold fighting medicine he went to the groceries next and grabbed one of every juice and electrolyte drink the small grocery store carried. Before going to the checkout counter he spotted the aisle where cans of soup were stocked up. He got one of every kind of those too. He spent a fortune but it was a small price to pay for your health.

You woke to the sound of the front door opening. It closed once before opening again then again and again. You grew curious as what Goose could have possibly bought that would require several trips. Wrapping yourself up in a blanket you went downstairs to see plastic grocery bags littering the living room floor.

“Goose! What is all this,” you sniffed.

“Stuff to get you better,” he grinned so proud of himself.

You coughed, “I didn’t need this much stuff babe!”

His grin dropped, “Oh.”

You couldn’t take his big grin slipping or the way his shoulders drooped. He really thought he was doing a good job and you went and rained on his parade.

“You did good Goose,” you cooed looking at all the items he wanted to use to get you better. “I am so lucky to have such a caring husband who goes above and beyond for me.”

“So you aren’t mad?”

“Of course not. But I’ll need to get a cold every week to use up all this stuff.”

“Please don’t.”

You went back upstairs to get back into bed after requesting some soup. Goose got to work digging out a can of soup and started to heat it up for you. Despite his goofiness Goose really cared and did his best for you. You were so happy to have him in your life.

#Rooster X Reader #Maverick X Reader #Hangman X Reader #Iceman X Reader #Goose X Reader #Top Gun Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gifs #My Writing

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aquamarine0710 · 2 years

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Today I present to you lovelies, a rushed unedited snippet because I forgor I had tumblr :D

CW: Minor mention of sex

Snippet #2

If you had asked them what they thought the relationship between [Villain] and [Superhero] was a few days ago, [Hero] would have confidently said they were enemies.

But now?

[Hero] stared at their superior, deadpan, as the other explained in quite some detail why [Hero] should never hurt [Villain].

Now they weren’t quite sure what was going on between them.

If it was the relationship that [Hero] thought it was, then maybe, just maybe , they had a chance.

So two days later when [Hero] caught [Superhero] and [Villain] making out in an alleyway, their internal abacus worked fast.

“Ah! [Hero]! This isn’t what you think it is!” [Superhero] panicked, drawing more blood into their already flushed face. They swatted [Villain] who had been too busy nibbling their neck, forcing them to look up and notice the new addition.

“Do you think my eyes are for decoration Boss?” [Hero] said, exasperated.

“Wh-what do you mean?” [Superhero] tried pretending.

“You are obviously dating [Villain]!”

“N-no! We are blood sworn enemies until the day we die!”

[Villain] nodded, looking like a hen pecking rice.

“Blood sworn enemies don’t go to alleyways to make out Boss.” [Hero] retorted, gesturing to the marks on their Boss’s neck. [Superhero] quickly buttoned up their shirt in embarrassment.

[Villain] asked cautiously, “Are you going to tell [Supervillain]?”

When [Hero] didn’t give a reply, they went pale, “D-dont tell my Boss! Please!”

They grabbed at [Hero’s] sleeves,” They’ll kick me out of the league!”

“And why should I care about what happens to a villain?” [Hero] asked, voice laced with an emotion that neither [Villain] or [Superhero] could figure out.

“[Hero]! Don’t be like that!” [Superhero] pulled away their beloved’s hand and stood in front of them, blocking them from [Hero’s] view.

[Hero] suddenly chuckled, making [Superhero] tense up.

“You know Boss, I never expected I’d find someone else like me, much less for that person to be The Superhero!”

[Superhero] frowned, “What do you mean [Hero]?”

[Hero] gestured toward the shadows, “I think it’s time you met my spouse!”

[Villain] let out a terrified yelp forcing [Superhero] to look behind them.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here Pet.” said [Supervillain] to a trembling [Villain] with a smirk.

“[Supervillain]?! Why are you-“

“Hi babe~” The hero’s flirtatious tone brought [Superhero’s] thoughts to a screeching halt.

“Why are you with these idiots honey?” [Supervillain] sounded concerned. They gently took hero’s hands and glared at [Villain] forcing the other to shrink behind [Superhero].

Part 2

#villain x hero #hero x villain #villain #hero #flirting #flirty villain #flirty hero #chaos ensues #writeblr #my writing

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pastelavender88 · 1 year

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Sinbound- Chapter 7

Summary: Hen tells Y/n about the “Cursed” object that Eddie touched; Something incredible happens to Eddie.

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I was home relaxing when my phone started to ring. With a groan I got up to see who was calling and noticed it was Hen. “Hey Hen, what’s up?”

“Chimney and I are gonna kill your baby daddy.”

“What why?”

“This psycho…”

“That bad huh?” I interrupted.

“He touched a cursed bracelet and now it’s spreading to the firehouse.”

“What!” I shot upright in the bed. Growing up being raised religious, I somewhat believed in these things. Spirits, demons, curses, all of it. I still don't practice the religion I was brought up on but if someone says something is cursed or possessed I’m not going to test my luck and find out. “Do you think it could spread here?”

“Who knows? I mean the woman that wore it got pinned under a chandelier and had wax spilled all over her face. I pray nothing happens.” Hen rambled.

I heard the front door rattling and realized Eddie was home. “Hen, I hear Eddie getting home. Don’t worry about you and Chim having to kill him, I’m gonna beat you to it.” I hung up on Hen and met Eddie at the front door.

“Whoa, where’s the fire?” Eddie teased.

“Did you touch a cursed bracelet?”

“Ugh that got to you. Who was it, Chimney or Hen?”

“It doesn’t matter. Why are you touching cursed things?”

“Because there is no such thing. Baby, there is no way that thing is real.”

“How do you know that huh? Because your gut tells you? I get that you don’t believe in that stuff but I mean come on. Touching something that was present in not one but two accidents can’t be a coincidence.”

“Unless it is.”

I let out a groan. “Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall. Don’t go touching cursed things Diaz!”

“Alright, fine. Even though there is no such thing.”

“I’m going to take a shower.” I huffed and turned to the room.

“I’ll join.” Eddie began to follow me but I quickly stopped him.

“Oh no you don’t. Until it’s proven that the bracelet is a fake and is in fact not cursed, you’re sleeping in the guest room.”

“What? You can’t be serious.”

“As a heart attack honey. I’ll give you your things. Until it’s proven that it’s fake, you're on lock-down buddy.” I quickly shut the door before he could argue.

After picking the kids up from school, I was making dinner and went to the bathroom quickly. While in there I heard a crash and I rushed back into the kitchen only to see all the racks in the pantry had fallen down. Eddie ran in after me. “Y/n, are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m okay. Looks like the racks in the pantry fell down. Wonder how that happened?” I said, giving him a knowing look.

“It’s an older house, probably just time for some new screws.”

“Yeah let’s go with that.” Eddie helped me clean up the mess and we went about our day.

The next day, Eddie and I were washing clothes when I went to grab the other load out of the laundry. When I reached in I noticed all the clothes were a greenish tone and there was gunk on them. “Eddie, look.” Eddie looked over and was shocked just as I was.

“What’s that?”

“I don’t know but I know what caused it.”

“Don’t you….”

“The curse!” I cut him off before he could finish. “Why did I have to date an idiot?”

“For the last time it is not a curse. There has to be a reasonable explanation.”

“How about this, your curse, your problem.” I huffed and put the clothes down.

I started to walk towards the back when I heard Eddie mumble, “If I knew she was this emotional when pregnant I would have been more careful.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing hun.” Eddie turned and flashed me a smile. I continued my walk to the living room.

A few days later Eddie came home with a smug grin on his face and his hands behind his back. “What?” Eddie revealed a bracelet from behind his back and from the looks of it, it looks older. “What is that? Is that…” I quickly jumped back and turned my fingers into a makeshift cross. “I swear to god Edmundo Diaz, I will kill you now and end this curse with you if you don’t leave this house right now.”

Eddie let out a chuckle. “Whoa slowdown wonder woman. It’s not a curse. It's a knockoff bracelet.”

“What do you mean?”

“It was actually some guy named Nico that was causing all the misfortune. He wanted to get the bracelet back from the person he sold it to once it started to get a lot of buzz.” He explained.

“But what about all the things that were happening around here?”

“Actually now that you bring it up, I talked to our agent and she said that the house has been on the market for a while and before that the previous owners haven’t done anything to the house. The racks were really, really, really old.”

“And the clothes?” I asked.

“Well that would be our lovely children at work. Supposedly there was some kind of event at school and one of the stations was creating your own slime. Both forgot about the slime they had in Ziploc bags in their pockets.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. That means that I was right, doesn’t it?” He asked with a smug look on his face, now he was right. “Come on, you can say it.”

“Really? You want me to tell you that you were right?”

“Yeah actually I would.” He said with a teasing tone.

“Oh my gosh Eddie you were so right! I mean how silly am I to really believe in such dumb things such as curses!” I said in a sarcastic tone. “Was that what you were looking for? Do you want a cookie or something?

“Depends. What kind of cookie are we talking about?” He said with raised eyebrows.

“What is up with you lately, seems like sex is the only thing on your mind.” I swatted at him as his large arms started to engulf me.

“What can I say, you're getting round in all the right places.” He said as he leaned down to kiss me. His hand slid down to caress my stomach when our little girl decided to kick. Both Eddie and I froze. “Did she just…” She kicked me again right as Eddie began to speak.

“Looks like someone’s becoming a daddy’s girl.” I looked up at Eddie and saw he was engrossed with my belly. “Earth to Eddie?”

“She kicked for me. She finally kicked for me.”

“That she did, but I kind of wish she would stop considering my stomach is the barrier between you two.”

“She can’t help it, she loves her daddy.” He said, giving my stomach a kiss.

“That or she’s gassy.”

“Why are you such a Grinch? our daughter and I are having a moment here.” I just laughed at this silly interaction.

#Eddie Diaz #eddie diaz x reader #eddie and christopher #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #past evan buckley x reader #911 fic #911 fanfic #911 #911 fox #118 firefam

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 8 months

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From the Ashes Pt. 14

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, MC POV

Words: 1943

Summary: You learn more about the residence of the Red Temple.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.5 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34

Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

“That’s some bad news.” Rhiannon frowns after you told her the story of your run in with the darkin.

“Everyone seems to agree on that, but he hasn’t returned since.” You tried to keep the hope out of your voice. Hope that the matter with the darkin was over and done with. A one time passing.

Thalina’s younger sister was less hopeful. “It’s because you’re inside the temple. He wouldn’t dare step foot in here just to harm you. That is, if he’s smart.”

Since your first meeting, Rhiannon had become your companion. You had never had someone to interact with that was close to your age. Your only friend had been Thalina. It was nice to have an actual friend again. When Rhiannon was with you, she joked around and snorted freely. On your down time, she would take you around the temple while telling you stories of her and Thalina’s childhood. Something that her older sister had never let slip but Rhiannon wasn’t as secretive as Thalina. She told you everything as you did with her. How their mother couldn’t afford to keep them and entrusted their life to the Red Temple. Better than starving to death but they still missed their mother dearly. They hadn’t seen her since the day she gave them up. Rhiannon sadly theorized that she was probably dead. A younger Rhiannon had hoped to run into her in the city, but that never happened.

Popping a salty olive into your mouth, you munch away; watching Rhiannon as she put a slice of cheese on top of her bread before finishing it off with a thin piece of ham. “Why wouldn’t he want to come in here?”

Licking her fingers, Rhiannon says “Because he’s a darkin. Darkins are the way they are because of R’hllor. He is the Lord of Light. And without light, there can be no shadows.”

“What about just regular darkness? Like at night. Everything is dark.”

“There’s a difference between the dark and shadows. Shadows have a life to them which they get from R’hllor while the dark is unfeeling and cold. R’hllor created the darkin so that they may aid Azor Ahai in his battle. The darkin are here to serve us. Whoever is after you is abusing his power.” Her amber eyes that looked like rich honey turn up to you. “To raise a hand against you, surely a sin. Sirvart was only able to fend him off because her weapon was forged in holy fire and her Fiery Hand tattoo.”

All of the Fiery Hand had flames upon their cheeks, but not Sirvart. “But she doesn’t have those flame tattoos like Weles and the others have.”

“No. Her’s is in a less obvious place. The back of her neck. That’s where her slave brand used to be. She wanted her tattoo to cover up what she once was. Of course she could never forget. None of us can forget our past but we can move on from it.” Rhiannon pushed away her plate, finally deciding that she was full. For having such a nice figure, she sure did eat a lot. For you though? Your appetite had never quite returned after you had been poisoned. A headache for Jaime during your early days on the ship that had brought you to Essos. You were sickly thin and growing thinner as the rocking of the ship made you incredibly ill. Even when you finally made it to land you weren’t hungry. It was Jaime who would gently coax food into you. He was patient with trying to get your weight back up. He could have yelled at you and even force-feed you, but he didn’t. Whatever meal he was eating, he made sure to give you small bites of it. If it was meat, Jaime would cut it into the smallest pieces he could.

You and Rhiannon had taken your breakfast outside on your balcony to overlook the gentle morning sea. It happened to overlook the training ground alcove too. Dozens of men could be seen starting their morning routine. A few women as well since the Hand did not discriminate.

“I should probably head down there soon.”

Rhiannon nods and gets up. “I’ll fetch Inanna and Alizah.” **

There was nothing like the sharp morning air. Jaime inhaled deeply and grinned. He had definitely missed this.

Stretching out his muscles, Jaime glances up at his sister’s balcony and caught a glimpse of her as she was finishing up her breakfast. (y/n) and Rhiannon didn’t waste time in becoming friends. Good. He was happy that she had a friend here. And for it to be Thalina’s sister, well, all the better. Jaime had found himself thanking Thalina for everything she had done for (y/n) and protecting her. If only he hadn’t been so blind for all those years. Maybe things could have turned out better for Thalina.

Just then he makes eye contact with his sister. He could barely make out her smile as she leans over the rail to wave to him. Jaime chuckles and waves back. She would probably be down soon for her own training. Incredibly cute in her training robes, Jaime had to stop himself many times from just staring at her and smiling like an idiot. That fool Feichin had already started to call Jaime “Starry Eyes” whenever the soldier noticed him staring at his sister.

Careful.

He had to be more careful.

Everyone in the temple was more perceptive than Jaime thought. Someone could easily read his true feelings for (y/n). If word got out, what then? (y/n) would be disgusted with him surely if her reaction to him and Cersei was any indication.

Clearing his throat, Jaime turns around and picks up his sword from the bench. (y/n) had enough on her plate as it was. She didn’t need to know that her brother, a brother she had finally connected with, had incestuous feelings for her. That wouldn’t look good on him.

“You look constipated.”

Jaime glares at Weles who only chuckles. “Just deep in thought.”

“Ah, that’s not good. Being deep in thought does nothing for you when you’re fighting.” Weles laces his hands together then stretches them over his head, giving his arms and back a good stretch. Sirvart’s loud laugh could be heard as she and Yophiel arrive along with another woman that went by Chetna. Chetna had her hair sheared very close to her scalp so that Jaime could barely make out her dirty blonde hair color. Her skin, which Jaime suspected had once been milk white, was covered now with freckles and a dark tan from the immense time she spent in the sun.

Yophiel towered over the two women but Jaime had learned by now that he was nothing more than a teddy bear when he wasn’t training or fighting. Jaime watched as Sirvart playfully slapped Yophiel’s meaty arm before giving his bicep a quick kiss that reduced the larger man to a blushing mess. Sirvart and Chetna went off for their pre-training run as they did every morning.

Life felt normal at the temple. At least as normal as possible. Jaime and (y/n) had established a life there in such a short amount of time. A month had passed since they first arrived and Jaime still felt strange that everyone around them was becoming quite familiar to them both. He found himself joking with everyone in the Fiery Hand and even chatting with some of the red priestesses that he passed in the hall. They were all kind to him. Even so, Jaime still did not attend the prayer services that they held daily. He didn’t believe in the Seven because there was no proof that they existed. But R’hllor? Jaime couldn’t deny everything that pointed to this Lord of Light being real. The biggest proof was his very own sister.

Jaime was pulled out of his stupor when Vidarr, a fellow soldier, got into his line of sight. The once Westerosi knight couldn’t contain the agitation that flamed in him. The silver haired soldier had been acting fairly chummy with (y/n) as of late and Jaime didn’t like it one bit. He knew why too. Vidarr had the same color hair as Rhaegar. (y/n) and Vidarr spoke Valyrian to each other with further maddened Jaime as he could not understand. Matters were made worse by the fact that Vidarr was very easy on the eyes. With a slim, long nose and high cheekbones that complimented a jawline that could cut glass. Very much like Rhaegar indeed. It made Jaime uneasy. He looked too much like Rhaegar for his comfort. That Valyrian blood was strong.

“Never you mind him. Focus on the task at hand.” Weles told him when he flicked his eyes over to the pale haired Myreeneese. Vidarr was training with an older member of the Fiery Hand, focused and in control of his blade. That's what Jaime should have been doing.

“He better not try anything with (y/n).”

In a blink of an eye, the air had been knocked out of Jaime and he found himself flat on his back; staring up at Weles. “Occupy yourself with something better. Like training.” If someone had done that to him in Westeros, Jaime would have beat him to a bloody pulp. With Weles though he had to swallow back his anger and get up to his feet. This matter would be settled in training.

In a softer tone, Weles adds “You don’t have to worry about Vidarr. He would never do anything disrespectful to īlva kosh. You have my word.”

That was partly what he was worried about, but not the stem of his fear. Jaime worried that because Vidarr bore a resemblance to Rhaegar that (y/n) might very well fall in love with him. She was still deeply in love with Rhaegar, (y/n) might misplace that love and transfer it to Vidarr. That was worse than Vidarr trying anything on her.

“Get your head back in the game and show me what you can do with the hūra egros.” Weles pulled his own curved blade from his back.

Moon Blade. That’s what they called it. Or at least that’s what (y/n) had translated it to.

Fighting with two blades still felt weird to Jaime, almost awkward, but Nuahlin had reassured him that it will feel like the most natural thing after a while. Come to find out the old man had once been the leader of the Fiery Hand back in his youth. He was very well respected in the Red Temple and for very good reason.

Instead of using a shield, Jaime had learned to block attacks with the flat side of his sword and put into play a lot of fancy footwork that Weles had taught him. It really was almost like dancing. Except Jaime wished he had a prettier dancing partner. He’d watched Weles sparring with the others and took note of their form. Everyone fought as if they were made of air. Even (y/n) was getting the hang of moving so quickly and fluidly yet she still wasn’t ready yet to learn the hūra egros. Weles said she had much to learn before wielding that weapon. Jaime now understood why. He had thought it nearly impossible when he first started using the hūra egros. What was he supposed to do with his first blade?

“Do what you did before. Use it.”

Easier said than done but gradually he learned that it was indeed possible to use two blades at once. It just took time and patience as all good things do.

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canonicallyobserving911 · 9 months

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WIP Wednesday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

FANON speculation for season 7

Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 9 will be posted soon.

I’m excited to finish writing Chapter 9 because a lot is happening and there's still more to come. At the end of Chapter 8, Buck had just moved back into the loft even though Eddie and Chris didn't want him to leave and Buck didn't want to leave either. Eddie had just let go of the idea of the life he thought he was supposed to have and Chris finally asked Eddie the questions he had about his mother. Buck had a meeting with Los Angeles County's ADA in preparation for the trial and Eddie told him he'd go with him for moral support since he had to testify.

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Here’s a snippet from chapter 9 of Eddie taking care of Buck after something major happens on the third day of Jonah Greenway's criminal trial.

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Buck’s in a daze and he can’t hear anything because blood is rushing past his ears and even though he knows he’s still inside of the courtroom, his mind is foggy and he’s having a hard time comprehending everything that just happened. Trying to process the fact that he was literally in danger but he didn’t know it is scaring the shit out of him.

To him, it feels like his throat is being filled with cement and it’s traveling down into his lungs. His breathing is labored and he’s not able to focus on anything anymore. The last thing he clearly remembers was the sound of the judge's gavel after she yelled “Order in the courtroom or I’ll clear it”. After that, everything started happening in slow motion.

“Buck? Are you ok?” Eddie asks but to Buck it sounds like he’s whispering.

The courtroom is in complete and utter chaos because everyone from the 118 along with the rest of their found family members, who are sitting in the gallery of the courtroom with them, seem to be going ballistic. Bobby, Hen, Chimney, Athena, Karen, Maddie, May and Ravi are all shouting at the person who just finished testifying but not Eddie because he’s focused solely on Buck.

In the middle of what feels like an F-5 tornado, Eddie takes Buck’s hand in his, he gently pulls him up into a standing position and says, “Let’s get out of here.”

Even though his vision is blurry and it's hard for him to focus, Buck can feel Eddie’s hand touching his and he knows they’re walking somewhere but he feels safe now that it’s just him and Eddie because he trusts him with everything he has and is and he’ll follow Eddie anywhere.

The next thing he knows they’re standing in the Los Angeles County Courthouse’s hallway and it’s the same one they were standing in this morning before the third day of the trial began.

“Breathe with me Buck. Come on. Let’s do the 3-3-3 breathing exercise so you can calm your breathing.”

Buck can hear Eddie trying to talk him through the exercise but in the back of his mind, he thinks he's already breathing normally. But a few seconds later, instead of him looking into Eddie’s honey brown eyes, he realizes he’s lying on his back staring up at the courthouse’s ceiling. He can see the dome of it and he wonders how he got here. Not just physically here in the courthouse but he's trying to figure out how he got to this place emotionally, metaphorically and mentally too.

“Buck, you’re having a panic attack, so I need you to breathe with me or you’re going to pass out.” Eddie gently says as he places his folded suit jacket underneath Buck’s head.

He knows he’s gasping for air but with every breath, it’s becoming harder for him to breathe.

Suddenly, he hears more voices he recognizes commingling with Eddie’s but he doesn’t take his eyes off him.

They’re all the same voices he heard the night he had an embolism in Bobby’s and Athena’s backyard more than three years ago but this time they’re all surrounding him inside of the courthouse.

Eddie yells, “SHIT! We don’t have any of our equipment. BUCK! I NEED YOU TO LISTEN TO ME! YOU HAVE TO BREATHE WITH ME OR YOU’RE GOING TO PASS OUT AND WE’LL HAVE TO TAKE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL".

His brain registers the word hospital and he knows he doesn’t want to go there so he desperately tries to follow Eddie's instructions.

Chimney says, “Come on Buck. You need to listen to Eddie. Focus on the breathing exercise and listen to him tell you how to breathe”.

Hen echoes, “They’re right Buck, if you don’t start breathing, you’re going to pass out”.

He’s trying to follow the instructions Eddie’s giving him but everyone’s talking and the sounds in his mind are too loud for him to focus.

He hears Athena tell someone, “No way, you're not allowed to come near him. Officers?!”

Bobby’s voice sounds muffled but he thinks he’s talking to someone on the phone.

Maddie’s face is close to Eddie’s now and he hears her telling him to breathe.

His eyes stay focused on Eddie’s and after a few minutes, he starts breathing in sync with him.

Once he’s finally able to take a breath without feeling like he’s going to vomit cement bricks, he says, “Eddie! Get me out of here. PLEASE!!!”

What happened to cause Buck to have a panic attack and for him to tell Eddie to get him out of the courthouse?

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Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 -Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 -After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago. They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are part of the foundation when a couple builds a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Will be posted soon.

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I’m enjoying writing this fic because it’s giving me the chance to unravel the mess that was the 6x18 ending for Buck, Eddie and Chris. Also, it’s taking them places the show refuses to go including Buck finally having a mental breakdown and Eddie being there for him the same way he was there for Eddie in season 5.

Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading

Read chapters 1 - 8 are already available on AO3.

No pressure tagging: @spotsandsocks and @shortsighted owl. (My apologies if you've already posted.)

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moniquesblogz1 · 2 years

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How the bowers gang would be like parents

Warnings? : reader is kind of seen as a woman in some of them / Maybe some ooc ? /aged up characters

Henry cowers 🥺😭💔

He would probably spoil his kid to give the childhood butch never gave him 🥺✋🏾

Gave them his pocket knife as a gift

Secretly would do those like tea party’s

But that’s toddlers

Let get into the teenage years shall we?

He’s so over protective of his child when it comes to gf/bf

Henry would not let them lock the door if there both in the bedroom

All ways checking up on them

NOW if there child becomes what he was like (a bully )

I feel like he wouldn’t care…

I’m sorry but like text messages with dad Henry and his teen would look like this

Kid : dad I got a detention

Hen : what did u do?

Kid : the teacher was going on about how this class is impossible to teach and said one of us should try teaching the class for a day

Hen : and?

Kid : I stood up, walked to the front of the class and said “class dismissed”

Hen: lmao that’s my ___ ! Your still grounded though ☺️

Patrick ( not my Rodrick )

Now Patrick…

He’s built different

So like when your child is born/here he is hooked on that child

You can’t even pick it up without him going “you’ve been holding them for ages !”

Patrick KNOWS that this kid is real by look on its face

When reader is out of the room and it’s just him and baby that’s when he will be affectionate

Now when this kid turns into a teen he’s more over protective than Henry

Will watch everywhere this teen goes

You know how on snap you can see peoples locations

Yeah he’s on that all the time

When the teen brings there partner into the house

He asks them a LOT of questions

“How’s ur pull out?”

“Have any criminal records?”

U know the normal questions to ask

When you two are in bed he asks

“Wanna have another one?”

And like if you say no he’ll be like “plz look at how out how our first one came out like 🥺”(that’s a compliment)

Text messages with his kid would be wild

Teen : dad come pick me up

Pat : why what’s up?

Teen : the teacher pointed me with a ruler and said “at the end of the ruler is a idiot “

And I said which end….

So I got suspended 😭

Pat : LOL ! You are awesome!! Your not even grounded :)

Bonus :imagine ur kid walking in on u and Patrick making the next kid if u know u know ✋🏾

Like “oh yeah honey we were play fighting” and the kid goes “can I join then?” LMAO

Victor carbon copy of Draco

When this kid is born he’s all awe

Observing all there features

There first word is dad for sure

And if that’s not enough there a daddy’s ____

Like you your toddler and Vic would be in the shop getting who knows what

And your child sees a toy and goes

“Mummy can I have one plz🥺”

And reader goes “hon you have so many toys at home”

So the kid runs over to Vic and gives him the best puppy eyes with “daddy can I please have it?”

And he can’t say no to puppy eyes

So anyways

As the kid becomes a teen he would always

Make sure they would be alright wherever they are

Nah but like imagine him and his kid arguing over something and the kid goes

“That’s it I’m running away!” *grabs tricycle,toy and guitar *

Vic : honey come back!

Kid : you can’t stop me!

Belch hug me

Now when his child is born it’s not born in a hospital oh no

It’s born in the back of his car!

He was crying bc you were crying in pain 😭🥺

Once his little kid is born let’s both be honest

It loves cars!

Especially dads !

Belch usually sits his child on his lap and makes the child pretend there driving

So cute!

As the child gets older I can see her looking goth,listening to metal rock and drinking loads of monsters drink

typical teenagers

I bet u if his child asked to drive his car he would be so paranoid something would happen like

“Did u scratch the car bc there is a white line on it ?!”

“No dad that was always there”

“Mhm sure”

I bet you text messages would look like this

“Dad remember you gave me your old phone?”

Belch : “yes”

Teen : “well I was just playing with it right ?”

Belch : ”yeah”

Teen : “nice pictures of mom”

Belch: “shit…..”

Hope you liked it 😘😉

#bowers gang #patrick hockstetter #belch huggins #henry bowers imagines #bowers gang x reader #victor criss x reader #victor criss

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