#(I mean the hairspray btw)

[uncommondumdum]

Val's non existent hair conditioner with plants growing in it because it hasn't been used in years and Coyote's probably stolen it several times or added hairspray

Yea,, sounds bout right.

#…so that’s how his hair got all spiky #nice #hope he didn’t use to much tho #would damage both his hair AND his hairline #(I mean the hairspray btw)

[robynlilyblack]

hi i literally live for your wolfstar parents fics btw

okay ive been sitting here for longer than a while and genuinely cant think of a request so all i have is

fluffy ginny x fem reader (ft wolfstar parents (possibly))

Already perfect

Ginny Weasley x fem! reader

dads! wolfstar x daughter! reader

Summary: At Bill and Fleurs wedding, Y/n and Ginny start thinking about their own

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, just everyone being in utterly in love with their resepective partner x

A/n: 1.3k words, you can't tell me Remus wouldn’t be in charge of doing his daughters hair since he would have so braided Sirius’ for him. I love writing wolfstar dads no much so thank you for the request, enjoy!

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“Moons!” you giggle as you hear your dad call out for around the thousandth time “Moons please help me?” he pleads and your father sighs behind you

“He isn’t going to stop till you answer” you remind him

He chuckles as he finishes doing your hair “I know pup…don’t touch it I need to get the hairspray” he warns you swatting your hand down playfully

When he turns away you fix your parting before quickly going back to pretending you didn’t

“REMUS MY PRETTY BOY OF A HUSBAND LUPIN!” Sirius shouts through the house

“SIRIUS MY IDIOT OF A HUSBAND LUPIN, GIVE ME A MERLIN DAMN MINUTE!”  he shouts back taking off the lid of the spray while you giggle at your fathers

“Okay pup tilt your head back for me” you let your neck fall over the back of the chair and smile up at your father before closing your eyes

As he finishes, you sit back up admiring your hair “Thanks dad” you shift around on the seat to look at him finding him smiling brightly

Suddenly the door is kicked open

“Okay if you won’t come…fuck” your father struggles hauling what looks like a clothes rack through into your bedroom “If you won’t come to me I’ll bring the problem to you” he says as he presents a bunch of jackets

“Was this really necessary?” Remus asks crossing his arms

Sirius nods right away “Yes, this is a big decision we must be the hottest pair of parents there, you are covered because you are hot to trot constantly but I need added flair” he flips his hair while you let out a laugh and Remus tries his best to bite back his smile 

“What are the choices?” you ask standing and revealing your outfit

Sirius turns to you “Well pup…” he starts before taking you in “Pup you look so beautiful!” he walks up hands finding your shoulders “You get that from me” he winks and you give him a look “I know biologically that’s impossible but you grew up seeing this and that” he gestures to himself and then eyes Remus with a huge smirk who gives him a playful eye roll in return

“Okay yes, you’re hot, I’m hot, and our daughter is beyond beautiful, but before you go on another hour-long speech which end in pup getting bored and you crying about how our little girl is all grown up…” he walks over and grabs a jacket “…put on this one because we both know this is the one you would choose”

“Fine” he takes the jacket pouting and you giggle at your parents

Remus gives him a kiss to the cheek and his pout is challenged by a growing smile

“You know I’m right” Remus says grinning at him

“I know but let me have this” Sirius mumbles 

“Fine” Remus whispers

“You’re really mean and I’m always right” Your father says unable to hold back his smile as he slips on the suit jacket

Remus chuckles “I’m mean and you’re always right” he kisses his lips before they turn to you

“You two are weird” you note and they bob their heads in agreement 

“In a good way I hope” Sirius wonders 

“The best way”

After listening to your fathers playfully bicker about how many buttons Sirius should unbutton, which was finally resolved as three since Remus said he wasn’t on the prowl anymore followed by a reply you shall forever pretend you never heard, you all make it to the wedding.

As you get to your seat you see your girlfriend, giving her a little wave from afar before spotting Charlie and Percy who give you big smiles as they head through to get Bill

“Hello mini moony” you hear your uncle James say as he, your aunt and Harry all approach

Sirius huffs and Remus places his hand on his knee

“She’s mini me too” he sulks

James lets out a laugh as Harry makes his way to sit next to you followed by James then Lily on the end

“Yes she is but considering certain traits…” James says and you giggle, your fathers face when he found out you were a wolf animagus was priceless “…mini moony is more fitting”

While your fathers and James discuss more nicknames, and Lily greets your aunties Marlene and Dorcas in the row behind, you turn to Harry 

“Hi” you greet with a big smile

He smiles back “Hey” he bumps your shoulder

“You look handsome” you note

“Thanks, you look good...” you mock offence “Sorry you look fabulous” he corrects and you kiss his cheek

Everyone catches up before turning to the door as the music starts. The ceremony was beautiful and you were sure whatever Bill and Fleur were saying was super romantic but you couldn’t keep your eyes off of Ginny, she just looked so pretty up there it felt like you were falling in love all over again

“You got some drool” Harry leans over, whispering

You don’t tear your eyes away but you do pat your face to check before gently elbowing your godbrother “Fuck off” you whisper back

After the ceremony and watching the newlyweds have their first dance you make a bee line for Ginny who was looking over the buffet table

“Hello darlin” you greet, wrapping your arms around her from behind, head resting on her shoulder 

Ginny smiles, leaning into you “Hi love” she turns her head to give you a quick kiss

You shift around holding out your hand “Wanna dance?” you curl your fingers, a big smile on your face

She nods, taking your hand right away and funnily enough being the one to drag you over to the dance floor

“Merlin Gin” you giggle at her as she stops

She giggles too “You’ll be saying that later” she winks and your eyes widen

“I was going to ask if you wanted to take lead or not but I think I already know the answer” you say feeling a little shy as her eyes trail over you

She grins, taking your hand in hers and moving your other to her shoulder “I am feeling rather flirty today” she confesses “Hard not to when my girl looks like this" she twirls you around

"Just copying you my darlin'" you nudge your nose with hers as you both sway to the music “You think our wedding will be like this?” you wonder

Her eyes light “Oh yeah, but mum loves me best so it’ll be bigger and better. I’m picturing the ceiling having flowers hanging down and little lights floating, kinda like our spot in the forest” she shines and you kiss her cheek

“Sounds perfect” you say softly “I'll be marrying you after all" you peck her lips "It’s already perfect”

Now it’s her turn to bite her lip and get shy, her grip tightening as she pulls you that little bit closer

“I love you...” she says meeting your eyes “...so so much” she adds, tone firm and assuring, but her look of pure adoration more than matches her words

“Love you more” you wink, eventually closing your eyes whilst soaking up the romance of the moment, foreheads finding each others as you dance in your own world, everyone else long forgotten

While you dance your fathers happen to be dancing nearby

“Hands off” Remus hisses light-heartedly

Sirius rolls his eyes “You like it” he reaches his hand back down

“I do but there are kids about…our kids about” he says swatting Sirius hand away

“Fine” Sirius removes his hand and moves it else were

Remus pokes his cheek “That doing it for you?” he looks down

Sirius bobs his head squishing his hand on Remus’ chest “So so, not as nice as your arse but your tits’ll do” 

They hear a laugh next to them “Having fun?” James asks with a raised eyebrow before looking down at his wife

“Don’t you dare” she warns him and his hand returns to her hip “Having fun?” she asks your fathers

They nod “The Weasleys sure know how to throw a wedding” Sirius says as he and Remus nod with a smiles

James smiles “Might not be long till their throwing one for them” he motions to you and Ginny, watching you with smiles as you both take turns nudging your noses together before sharing a sweet kiss

Thank you for reading 💛

#ginny weasley x reader #ginny weasley x you #ginny weasley x y/n #ginny weasley #sirius black and reader #sirius black and you #remus lupin and reader #remus x reader #wolfstar daughter #wolfstar parents #wolfstar #wolfstar x reader #wolfstar fluff #siriusblack #remus lupin fluff #robynsrequests #x reader

[roachmattea]

how are you btw

im great i watched mean girls 2024 finished pitch perfect and watched hairspray today and i enjoyed all very much

#mean girls wasnt as bad as i thought it was gonna be #ask #kal tag

[wildfangz]

ok ok ok ok back 2 excitement

First of all just generally I love the vibe of the pack. A few people have mentioned it having older Maxis energy and I’d have to agree it makes me feel a bit nostalgic :)

- YAWNING AT THE BEGINNING someone on twitter pointed this out but I hope it’s like an actual thing that happens now, at least sometimes. TS4 needs less things like tricks while cooking and more little touches like ts2 had, like sliding down banisters.

- Is sitting cross-legged like this new? Because I could have sworn before if they did their homework on the floor they’d just kneel and I HATEDDD it. Hope kids will be able to sit comfortably too.

- I hope we can direct them to sit on the floor now too I’d like that

- FINALLY A MORE NORMAL LOOKING CLOTHES RACK

- Lockers are cute and I’m excited to see how we can decorate them. Also the hairspray ... sims team said crunchy hair rights

- I know a lot of people hated the idea of active classes but as long as they fix only one sim being able to go at once...I like it i think it'll be cute. :) From what I understand w/ ts3 hopefully it won't be as boring since you could always just opt not to go. but sorry i think watching my sim write in their little notebook for an in-game hour is relaxing and cute. Hoping there will be some little interactions here and there like passing notes in class.

- Speaking of notes:

Looks like sims might be able to find/leave notes in their locker. Love that choker btw.

- Also.

Shitty desk shitty desk shitty desk

- Rubik’s cube... Jorts..... enough said

- Obsessed with the little Boba Monkey. Also I’m happy we’re getting Boba too! One of my favorite little treats. :)

- FERRIS WHEEL MY BELOVED. You guys have NO idea how badly I’ve wanted like a boardwalk/amusement park/fair in game and it was such a nice surprise. The haunted house is cute and I hope it’ll count as a spooky festivity for Spooky Day, I didn’t even notice the tunnel of love but apparently that’s a thing too! Also I’m SO glad the photobooth is returning.

- Principals daughter better have the evil trait for having her bed out in the middle of the room like that

- I love them being able to sit on their beds and do things omg ... like reeead FINALLY its so cute!!

- I’m glad we’re finally getting body hair and the shaving is cute. :) I’d assume and hope it’d be enabled for feminine sims, but I just hope we have some variations that’ll suit AFAB bodies or just less hairy sims in general. I messed around with the Saints Row reboot character creation recently and I was extremely disappointed to find out women could have body hair, but the only options were kind of extreme with full on chest and back hair. I literally have hormonal issues and I’m not even that fuzzy, not like there’s anything wrong with that, but it’s just like... We need more variation.

- i DID also notice the acne and there seems to be some variations! I just hope it’s an actual thing sims can end up with rather than a skin detail in CAS, and I’d like it honestly if adult sims could struggle w/ it too. I think it should be like TS2 where you’d have a chance of getting it if you let your hygiene get too low.

- Extremely happy about this CAS asset. I was just thinking the other day while making a hijabi sim that we need some t-shirts w/ sleeves.

- The window is Extra and I love it, along with the trellis. I kinda wish other windows were compatible w/ it too but it’s still a nice touch. 

- I have no strong feelings on the prom stuff. I think it’s nice sims can plan for it and apparently customize the promposals n stuff and that it’s customizable. Maybe I’ll have a bit of fun with it though since I never got to experience prom myself.

- PILLOW FIIIIIGHTS IM SO HAPPY

Now onto some stuff from the blog:

- “You’ll even have the opportunity to navigate through the challenges and joys of young love, whether it’s the blissfulness of the crush stage, or the woes of a teenage breakup.” Hope this means relationships are getting a lil more depth.

- “Teen years and high school are the launching points for self-discovery. Creating even more ways for Sims to explore their identities, a free base game update will go live alongside the release of High School Years, introducing an additional new feature that will add more choice and opportunity for discovery to your Sims’ lives.“ This is 👀 does anyone have any theories? I wonder if it could be related to orientation/gender identity considering the trans flag being nearby the base game update, maybe the option to set preferences and come out or transition in some way? Just shooting at something based on that small detail. I’m also wondering when we’ll be getting this iterations version of chemistry since I feel like that was initially hinted at in MWS and there’s a little more of it in this trailer and people have been asking for it for years. And I mean, that’d also fit into an identity exploration theme and the “opportunity for discovery” wouldn’t it? As well as fit w/ the whole prom thing and high school relationships? Wishful thinking but hey

- “Successfully pranking other Sims will increase your mischief skill, but being discovered will have consequences on relationships, as well as lead to trust issues.” Guessing this will be a sentiment but I really hope if I have a sim that’s a bastard they’ll face like genuine REAL consequences for it. Not just an initial dip in levels. Imagine if a promposal or Actual proposal could be rejected because you couldn’t be trusted regardless of relationship, for example

- Despite my issues with how they decided to introduce “thrifting” in this pack, I hope it’s not just restricted to like, Thriftea, and that it’d also be easy for modders to do something neat with and integrate well w/ the retail system.

- Speaking of I kinda do want a get to work refresh so bad LMAO I want clothes shopping from ts2 back. Just add a switch to turn it off if people want CAS fully unlocked!!!

- They mentioned Science Fairs and that has me excited bc it could maybe just be like, a rabbit hole, but at the same time it sounds like a notable feature and we didn’t see it in the trailer at all. Hoping there’s a lot of little things like that to discover, even if they’re simple little rabbit holes.

#babble

[pettydollie]

every movie ive ever seen (that i can remember)

this is long and im bored so idc

not organized at all btw K-12 the virgin suicides jennifer's body girl interrupted grease beetlejuice the nightmare before christmas coraline priscilla men in black (first two) who framed roger rabbit space jam (both) alvin and the chipmunks justin league black widow the miraculous ladybug movie godzilla vs kong miss americana reputation stadium tour the wizard of oz five nights at freddy's gentlemen prefer blondes jaws the polar express home alone the witches (2020 one) matilda (both) titanic spirited away my neighbor totoro ponyo whisper of the heart from up on poppy hill howls moving castle castle in the sky the secret world of arriyety the wind rises (i dont like it tbh) princess mononoke the cat returns kiki's delivery service you are so not invited to my bat mitzvah murder mystery marry me the wrong missy (big mistake, dont rec) the tooth fairy (dwayne johnson) jumanji (all) little women (1994 and 2019) in the heights (btw i have all lyrics memorized) hamilton snow white pinocchio (i hate this movie) fantasia (both) dumbo bambi 101 dalmations the aristocats the adventures of ichabod and mr toad cinderella the little mermaid aladdin (both) tangled frozen (both) moana brave pocahontas the princess and the frog oliver and company turning red robin hood peter pan lady and the tramp sleeping beauty the jungle book the lion king a bug's life alice in wonderland (og, live action, havent seen the sequel) anastasia air bud adventures in babysitting mary poppins the sound of music the princess diaries (both) 10 things i hate about you pirates of the caribbean (all) daddy daycare freaky friday (lindsay lohan one and the newer one) the parent trap (lindsay lohan one) confessions of a shopaholic confessions of a teenage drama queen elemental winnie the pooh lilo and stitch pete's dragon the good dinosaur the fox and the hound (both) lady and the tramp night at the museum (all) haunted mansion (2023 one) benji (i think this is disney?) honey, i shrunk the kids (the 1st and second one) beauty and the beast the muppets christmas carol hocus pocus (both) the three mouseketeers (I LOVED THIS MOVIE) the santa clause (all) hunchback of notre dame a goofy movie (both) toy story (all) james and the giant peach hercules mrs doubtfire mulan tarzan the tigger movie the emperor's new groove (both) monsters inc (both) hook finding nemo (both) mickey's house of villains (THIS ATEEE) kung fu panda brother bear (both) the incredibles (both) pooh's heffalump movie chicken little narnia (all) the greatest showman ice age (all) cars (all) neverending story encanto enchanted (both) wall-e beverly hills chihuahua (first two) high school musical (all) descendants (all) gnomeo and juliet sherlock gnomes tinker bell (ALL THESE MOVIES) bolt bedtime stories up wreck it ralph (both) super buddies maleficent (both) big hero 6 inside out zootopia coco mary poppins returns vivo annie (the black girl one, sorry idk the year) happy feet edward scissorhands onward godmothered soul raya and the last dragon cruella luca la la land jungle cruise diary of a wimpy kid (all) cheaper by the dozen blue miracle yours, mine, and ours strange world rio (both) ferdinand teen beach movie zookeeper zombies (all) meet the robinsons cloudy with a chance of meatballs spies in disguise the wild jack balto big cloud 9 goosebumps (both) r.l stine's cabinet of souls hairspray (john travolta one) prom pact harry potter (all) barbie trolls (all) spiderman (all miles morales ones) the super mario bros movie guardians of the galaxy (first two) tall girl (both) enola holmes (both) the kissing booth (sadly seen all) dora the explorer and the city of gold (this was lowk fire) yes day mitchells vs machines purple hearts the flintstones evan almighty legally blonde clueless mean girls to all the boys ive loved before (all) suicide squad the suicide squad captain underpants corpse bride minions despicable me (all) the help hidden figures monster high ALL MOVIES spaceballs charlie and the chocolate factory (johnny depp one) nanny mcphee (both) the devil wears prada

#ill make a part 2 later #movies #fav movies #movie list

[somewheretoputmy-daydreams]

“why are you not telling them?”

I can see why you asked that. I’ve tried to conceal how deep the racism runs in my family. Because if I want you to be a part of my family, I want you to be excited to meet them. I don’t want you to be scared, or angry, or hold a grudge. I don’t want you to feel awkward. So I don’t tell you everything I know about them, or everything I've heard them say, or the way I know they feel. 

The other day, a girl I went to college with had a baby and posted the pics on instagram. She was white, but the baby’s dad is black, but the baby’s skin just looks white. I said “this girl I know just had a mixed baby, but look how white she looks” Before I even got to the second part of that sentence, my mom went “euuh” in disgust. I said “no, come look, the baby looks totally white” (I didn’t mean anything by this btw, I was just pointing it out) and she came over and said “no, look at her nose, that’s totally a black person nose”

I was boiling with anger at that. If I had shown her a picture of a black baby with two black parents, she wouldn’t have acted disgusted. It’s the fact that it was an interracial couple. 

Also, one day we were talking about the movie Hairspray. It’s set in the 50′s and all about racism. When Sarah mentioned the scene where the mom is praying as she watches her daughter kiss a black boy on the tv,  my mom goes “OH I bet she was!!!!” 

It’s like they see it as wrong and bad? I can’t understand it, it just must be what they grew up believing. Because if I'm being completely honest with you, when I was growing up I thought interracial dating was wrong, only because it’s how I heard my parents talk about it. 

And then there’s my dad, who has to use the N word a few times a week. He’s quick to say “there’s a difference between a black person and a N--” as if to justify it. 

I used to just roll my eyes at their comments because I honestly never imagined I’d fall in love with a black guy. I’m sorry if that’s wrong to say that -- it’s honestly just because I grew up with hardly any black friends. There were only two black people in my grade at prep and I wasn’t close to any in college. It wasn’t intentional, it just happened that way. I had just never considered black guys as an option when dating. But there weren’t any around me for me to consider, so maybe that’s why? If I sound like a racist right now I'm so sorry I'm just trying to be honest. I actually have this memory that I think about all the time when I realize how far we’ve come, but I never told you about it bc I was scared that it sounds racist. Anyways, literally either the first or second day I met you, I distinctly remember thinking to myself “if I was ever going to kiss a black guy, it’d be him” ...and that was the first time I pictured kissing you, but then I caught myself and shook the thought from my mind. Buuuut... that image of me and you would come back every now and then. 

I always feel really weird talking about race with you because I don’t know what I'm “allowed” or “supposed” to say. What I grew up hearing and how I feel about you are so different. I just want you to know that I'm trying to be honest with you about things that are so difficult and confusing for me to talk about, only because I am trying to love you the best that I can. If I say the wrong thing, you can tell me. I hope you can help me grow so that everyone in my family and friends will grow, too. 

[sweetdevillydia]

May 5th 2022 Dear Diary

So hm, yesterday I think, Dante finally removed me from the rpg group, and I couldn't be happier, now I won't have to participate in his boring rpg, and I'll have more time to do what's really important, like vocal training, dancing training, acting lessons, literally anything that isn't a rpg that harpyz live in deserts and wear ancient Greece clothing

He also removed himself from one of my friends *** group, which I couldn't care less about, because it's my least favorite group. Even though that *** group is mine, I wanna leave it

He still watches my status, which I think is pretty weird, but I won't block him cause I have nothing to hide.

Btw he's acting like that because we had a fight last monday (5-9), after he didn't go to school for weeks, and I was working alone in a project that we were supposed to do together, he was more fucking around than actually working, veeeery annoying, and so I started giving him shit for that since me asking wasn't working, and then he had the balls to stop working completely, started watching tik tok or some shit, of course, we fought again, because omggg what a annoying guy, then the teachers talked to us and he spend the rest of the class talking to one of them, at recess he had already told everyone how much of a bitch I am or something, idc tho, I never really liked him, he was never worth anything, he's the one who is missing stuff acting like this

We haven't talked since, which feels like a blessing frrr, guy was always sooo annoying and a hypocrite, put his trivial desires over my important stuff, wanted me to make rpg stuff while I was trying to talk to teachers about something important ughhhh

I feel like some of my friends, like Penny, are ignoring me, but idc, I'll still talk to them whenever I damn please, what they gon do? Not answer? Bleh, they still kinda answering, I'll make em talk to me more than they need, guess they're the kind of people that only understands someone's value once they're gone, that's gonna suck for em, cause when I "lose" a friend, I make 10 more, soooo, I won't be the one who is sad :)

Musicals I wanna watch:

Heathers

Newsies

Six

LSoH

DEH

Hadestown

Mean girls

Waitress

Mamma mia

Hairspray

Chicago

Wicked

Les mis

Book of Mormon

Black Friday

The prom

Something rotten

The producers

More to be added, I accept suggestions

Musicals I wanna finish (today hopefully):

Hamilton

Musicals I wanna watch again:

Beetlejuice

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#vent #dear diary #5-15

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 303: And What, Pray Tell, Is a “One For All”

Previously on BnHA: The Todorokis (really just Enji) looked at their children and went “how can we screw up all four of them in uniquely different ways” and proceeded to do just that. Touya was all “just because practicing how to set myself on fire better hasn’t worked to win my dad’s affections YET doesn’t mean it will NEVER work”, because child logic. Turns out setting oneself on fire real hard isn’t so effective at winning affections, but is actually incredibly effective when it comes to burning oneself to death, so there’s that. Back in the present day, the Todorokis basked in their various misplaced (again, except for Enji) feelings of guilt, and were all “anyway but get over yourself already Enji, you still have to do something to stop this kid”, and Shouto was all “I’ll help too”, and Enji was all “(╥_╥)”, and Hawks and Jeanist were all “[surreptitiously listening in from outside the door]”, and that’s basically where we left off.

Today on BnHA: Hawks and Jeanist are all “mind if we join you on this family journey?” and proceed to stroll in uninvited with their puns and their perceptive insights. Hawks is all “so to sum everything up, we’re fucked, but at least you have us here to help you out! by the way, no clue why I’m the first person to ask this in three hundred chapters, but wtf is One For All.” We then cut to Deku, who’s still all “[(－－)]z”, and All Might, who is all “I’m just going to ignore the extremely loud racket going on right outside this room.” Which, btw, is happening on account of Bakugou, who is all “(╬◣Д◢)” as Satou, Tsuyu, and Mineta cart him away. Anyway so that’s a lot of antics, and also it looks like Hawks has gotten tired of the Todorokis refusing to put the pieces together on their own about OFA and so he is fast-tracking that shit. And meanwhile Deku is chatting it up with the Vestiges exactly like we all thought. And now we have to wait another whole week for updates on all of this. This really is not fair.

omfg lol

“our bad, we were kind of accidentally listening in on purpose.” like I said last week guys, no fuss. it’s a tradition

OMG

I am absolutely fucking floored. Hawks literally said that so casually that it’s impossible for me to rewrite it so as to be even more casual. that’s literally what I would write in the “today on bnha” section. in fact I probably will write that

(ETA: just for laughs I tried it and it really worked.)

a couple more things to point out about this panel: 

“TOP 3” omg yes. more like “top only” at this point, honestly. interested to see how that goes

Hawks’s phone is freaking the fuck out about something, calm down there

I know this is a standard Jeanist hair-fixing gesture that he does all the time, but I can’t help but form hypotheses about this being a stress reaction because Hawks’s hair is making him internally freak out. Hawks, if this man tries to get you alone with him and some hairspray and a comb, please for the love of god do not listen to him. get out of there and call the authorities

omg Shouto’s face

okay confession, I wasn’t really sold on the whole “Shouto has a schoolboy crush on Hawks” thing until exactly now, when I became 100% sold on it. that is adorable

and heck with it, gotta show Enji and Rei’s reactions here as well because lol

“omg my son who’s not my son, and he just overheard everything about me being a terrible shitty father and person overall, oh and plus my actual-son set him on fire and called him out on a national broadcast. I’m just gonna stare at him baffledly.” versus Rei, who is all “hmm, who are these people”

so Hawks is all “I got released from the hospital after one day for some reason so I made Jeanist drive me around places while we talked about life” but uh, heyyyyy, what’s Rei doing

okay, uh

SO FUCKING FORMAL OMFG. “SORRY MY KID TRIED TO BURN YOU TO DEATH, APPARENTLY HE DOES THAT” REI NO IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT

HAWKS IS ALL “I’M JUST GONNA LAUGH SINCE THAT’S MY DEFAULT RESPONSE TO BEING PROFOUNDLY UNCOMFORTABLE”

let me tell you a secret Hawks, it’s my default response too. ahahahahahahaha oh thank god Jeanist is helping her up -- AND MAKING A JEANS PUN, OF COURSE. IT’S BEEN ALMOST THIRTY SECONDS. MY MAN WAS DYING

“WTF IS ILLEGAL DENIM” he’s talking ‘bout them counterfeit jeans, Rei. Antoine Bugleboy knows

THANK YOU JEANIST!! OUT HERE ASKING THE RELEVANT QUESTIONS

damn straight. we’re not gonna sit around waiting another 300 chapters for this information on this man’s watch

now Hawks is telling Endeavor he used to watch videos of him all the time, and calling him his “childhood obsession” I can’t

OH MY SWEET STARS AND MOONS

1000% CANON. “SO CLOSE...” ARE YOU SERIOUS. YOU REALLY PUT THAT THOUGHT BUBBLE THERE AND EVERYTHING. “GOOD MORNING EVERYONE, SO JUST IN CASE YOU WEREN’T ALREADY AWARE, TODOROKI SHOUTO IS NOT ACTUALLY STRAIGHT.” HORIKOSHI KOUHEI I AM LITERALLY DUMBFOUNDED. THIS IS AMAZING

and meanwhile that look on Hawks’s face while he casually-but-not-really-casually-at-all asks this question. that phone app better be using his actual voice. I’m not sure I could take this scene in the anime at this point if it was like Alexa talking or something

that look in his eyes is basically saying that so far, based on the information he has absorbed up until this point, Hawks is prepared to view his former childhood obsession as a flawed but changed man. however I get the distinct feeling that depending on Endeavor’s answer now, he would be willing to drastically shift some of his opinions on him

(ETA: this is maybe my favorite panel in the entire chapter. the fact that his question isn’t addressed to anyone in particular, but his eyes are zeroing on on Endeavor. and the way his leaning-on-Shouto pose manages to be simultaneously nonchalant and yet ever-so-slightly protective. there’s so much going on in this one question and gesture and I’m mildly obsessed with it.)

however, Rei is all “that was me” and ONCE AGAIN WITH THE FACES IN THIS CHAPTER holy shit

Hawks definitely did not see that one coming sob. it’s so fun watching him frantically recalculate his ideas about this family every two seconds

DAMN IT HORIKOSHI I UNDERSTOOD THE PARALLELS ALREADY, YOU REALLY DIDN’T HAVE TO DO THIS

yes, Hawks, you get it. it’s not exactly the same, but it’s close enough. though unlike your shitty parents, Rei and Enji are at least trying

OKAY I SERIOUSLY CANNOT WITH ALL OF THIS

fljkdlaskfjlwkjl okay we’re doing the bullet-points breakdown here

first of all, the fact that poor little Shouto’s heart is still thumping away at this proximity and all he can think is “CLOSE” all intelligently as he stares at him with that face omg

and meanwhile Horikoshi has these STRATEGIC BANDAGES WRAPPED AROUND HIS CHEEKS TO HIDE ALL OF HIS SHOUJO BLUSHING omfg. SENPAI NOTICED YOU SWEETIE!!!

HAWKS YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY ZERO OBLIGATION TO WASTE ANOTHER SECOND OF YOUR LIFE WORRYING ABOUT THESE TWO ASSHOLES WHO NEVER SPARED YOU THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF REGARD OR CONCERN IN THEIR ENTIRE LIVES. THE NICEST THING YOUR MOM EVER DID FOR YOU WAS BUY YOU A $2 ENDEAVOR PLUSH FROM THE DISCOUNT BIN TO KEEP YOU QUIET, AND YOU WERE SO AWED BY THAT ONE ACT OF SORTA KINDA APPROXIMATE KINDNESS THAT YOU SHAPED YOUR ENTIRE WORLDVIEW AROUND IT. PLEASE LET ME PICK YOU UP IN A BIG HUG FOR JUST A SEC, YOU DESERVE THE WORLD AND YOU WERE ONE THOUSAND PERCENT JUSTIFIED IN LEAVING THEM IN THE DUST THE SECOND THAT YOU COULD

but all that said, he immediately recognizes that Shouto would also have had cause to do the same in his situation, and yet hasn’t. and so he has that much more admiration for him all of a sudden, which is just super sweet, and fully appropriate. Shouto does deserve props. I’m choosing to take this as an “it takes a lot of strength to be able to forgive, and people who choose to do that even though they’re not obligated to are really amazing" type of thing, as opposed to “people who don’t forgive other people who severely wronged them are bad.” and if I’m wrong and Hawks’s line here is meant to be seen as actual failing on his part, well then fuck that, but we’ll move on

SO NOW, DOWN TO BUSINESS!

I am so, so curious as to what kind of strategy Hawks has for this (if he even has any), so I’ll just be quiet now and read

so Hawks is summing up basically what we already knew -- that Tomura and his inner circle (curious that there’s no mention of AFO, because if Hawks doesn’t know about him, that implies almost no one does) are still on the lam with a few PLF stragglers and some High Ends; that a bunch of prisons have been “liberated” (I assume this means all of the inmates escaped, so if that’s the case then where’s Kurogiri??); that the HPSC is fucked; and that heroes are resigning all over the place, and so civilians are taking matters into their own hands

OH DAMN!?

does this mean we’ll actually see some international heroes?? I will LOSE MY DAMN SHIT omg

(ETA: apparently people who paid more attention to the first BnHA movie than I did recognized the silhouettes as belonging to some background characters from Two Heroes. so maybe they were just cameos and they’re not actually new characters who are soon to join us lol. oh well.)

anyway so Hawks agrees with the other Todorokis that Endeavor has no choice but to fight

awww

DON’T WORRY ENJI THEY’VE GOT YOUR BACK. WITH YOUR FLAMES, AND JEANIST’S PUNS, AND HAWKS’S BOYISHLY GOOD LOOKS, THE THREE OF YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU SET YOUR MINDS TO

so Enji is very pertinently asking why they’re standing by him in spite of the... [gestures vaguely to everything]

oh my lordy lord

Shouto you had better do something to combat this soon, or this man will sneak past you on my favorite character ranking after all. his face. his cheeky lil finger gun. the fact that he sums it up so fucking simply. “if someone is trying to do the right thing, I want to support them.” exactly. exactly

(ETA: and one last thing I love but forgot to mention, which is the fact that Hawks calls it a team-up despite the fact that he is clearly in charge.)

meanwhile Jeanist is all “as for me, at this point I just straight up don’t give a fuck”

I can’t handle how fucking cool this chapter is you guys

so Hawks is all “you good?” at Enji. and Enji...

if anyone needs me, I will be building myself a discourse-proof fort made entirely out of problematic characters. I don’t even care. I will go on living my life very happily in here

lol at Natsu being all “BUT DON’T THINK THIS MAKES US FRIENDS”

I’m living for this weird and no-doubt entirely unintended implication that Natsu and them all are gonna join in the fight with the rest of them. I mean, they do presumably all have very powerful ice quirks. and Natsu has medical training on top of that, and Fuyu is skilled at getting eight-year-olds to behave which could be a useful talent for dealing with Tomura hahaha I kid, but I’M JUST SAYING. who needs hero licenses anyway

OH SHIT FINALLY SOME DISCUSSION OF AN ACTUAL STRATEGY. even if it’s just a PR strategy

WHAKLHL

and now for some reason we’re flashing back to Natsu and Fuyu’s attempts to navigate through the media crowd outside the hospital

well I guess this is why I’m not the mangaka. if I were writing this I would have done something trite and predictable like using that “One for All” line as an excuse to cut to Deku!! as opposed to this entirely unrelated scene!!

seriously though why do we need to see this lol

no one in this crowd has ever heard of Alexander Dumas huh. or even the popular 2007 Disney Channel original movie, High School Musical 2

so now there’s an entire page of Hawks saying they need to know what One for All is, and Endeavor having one of those patented Todoroki WHOOSH realizations lmao look at this

just wait until this man figures out that one of the scrappy new interns he took on three months ago was actually the main character all along

SKDFIOHWIERLKSJGLWLK!!

NOW IS PROBABLY A GOOD TIME TO ASK MYSELF WHY I CHOSE THIS CHARACTER WHO KEEPS DISAPPEARING FOR SIX OR TWELVE OR FORTY CHAPTERS AT A TIME TO BE MY FUCKING FAVORITE. WELCOME BACK SON PLEASE DON’T SCREAM YOURSELF TO DEATH YOU STILL HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(ETA: can we just take a moment to appreciate how Bakugou even got so close to Deku’s room in the first place though. in this giant hospital with no idea of where to even go. does he have Deku Radar or something.)

YOU SIX ARE OFFICIALLY ON MY HIT LIST!! SPARE ME YOUR GOOD INTENTIONS!! MY BAKUDEKU REUNION KEEPS GETTING POSTPONED WEEK AFTER WEEK!! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE HEROES WHERE IS YOUR CONCEPT OF MERCY

(ETA: btw just to be clear, I’m not actually angry lol; it makes total sense that they don’t want this rampaging feral toddler who was still in his own coma all of fifteen minutes ago to come and start screaming at the other coma child until he tears all his stitches out. if there’s anything we Bakugou fans should be familiar with by now, it’s being patient.)

also, Tsuyu wrapping her tongue around Bakugou’s still-healing torso wound absolutely can’t be hygienic at all. also wait is that Inko??

(ETA: pretty sure it is her. she got all of one line smdh.)

Iida is all “thank god Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight pulled through, I thought for sure he was a goner back there”

for the record this is actually really sweet to see how relieved he is. he’s one of the few people who saw the original injury close up, back when he was still at the battlefield and unconscious, so I imagine it really did freak him out quite a bit

JIROUUUUUU

“sometimes I just like to stand here and tug on my imaginary suspenders, what of it”

how come you guys get to loiter around Deku’s room but Kacchan doesn’t. god fucking dammit. AND WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN

I BET KACCHAN COULD WAKE HIM UP FROM HIS COMA WITH THE POWER OF RIVAL INTENSITY!! BUT NOOOOOOOO, [is dragged away back to my fort]

OH MY GOD!?!

"this seems to be an entirely normal and above-board situation that we have just stumbled onto”

I see Jeanist comes from the Iida Tenya school of respectfully using people’s full names

Jeanist becoming one of the main characters is the best thing to ever happen to this series

EXCUSE YOU, IIDA

BUT I’M SURE HE’D MAKE AN EXCEPTION FOR KACCHAN THOUGH!! [elbowing my way back out of the fort] HAWKS, PLEASE --

DON’T GO ALL OMINIOUSLY PUTTING THE PIECES TOGETHER ALL ON YOUR OWN GODDAMMIT

“there’s absolutely no way this angry wriggling shoulder burrito kid here could answer literally all of my questions, so I’ll just ignore him”

OH MY GOD WE’RE FINALLY CUTTING BACK TO HIM BUT THE CHAPTER IS ENDING

[jumps up, throws a folding chair at Iida and the rest of the gang, and then runs]

oh my god. actually this chapter was awesome. but I’m so fucking mad at this cliffhanger though lol

at least we got a couple of answers! and some hints and teases! poor Deku looks so worn out even though he’s asleep dlwkjl my little green baby. and is it just me or is his quirk activated?? All Might’s all “I can feel it” as if it isn’t obvious just looking at him, why are you trying to be all mysterious dude

anyway! so at least we finally have confirmation and a date for those vestige antics at long last. looking forward to meeting Mister The Fourth next week so we can finally ask him “hey dude, what the fuck”

#bnha 303 #takami keigo #hawks #todoroki shouto #todoroki enji #endeavor #best jeanist #todofam #bakugou katsuki #class 1-a #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[risquefanfics457]

Alright let’s go! I double dare you to write headcannons for the dwang gang and how they would feel with cuddling with their S/O nude. No sex. Just naked, skin on skin cuddling in the bed

Awesome sauce!!

Josuke

he doesn’t need sex

Sure, he likes it but it’s not a necessity

Sometimes he just likes to feel you near him, skin to skin

Nothing between you

In a way he looks at it like there is nothing to hide

No secrets between you two

He likes honesty between you too

This to him is like two souls bonding in the purest form besides sex

Nothing less

Please let him put his arms around you, he is a big spoon and very protective

His hair can get ruffled when he is snuggling

If he really loves you he will let you run your hands through it

His hair is silky smooth, he likes to shower before he cuddles so he doesn’t have all the hairspray in it

He showers at night btw

Sometimes you guys can cuddle in the bath as well

No bath bombs or heavy scents

But even candles

He just wants to breathe you in and appreciate you for all your worth

These can last for hours

He likes to go to sleep like this and wake up with you still in his arms

When he isn’t a big spoon his other favourite is just face to face

He likes it when you can touch foreheads too

He also likes to run his hand down your waist and back with warm soft touches

What he wants the most out of cuddling is to lay his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat

He loves sweet light kisses on his head while he does it

Okuyasu

Doesn’t annunciate it but once you do it, it becomes one of his favourite pass times

He likes to be big spoon in a protective way

He isn’t losing you

But hold him half the time

He likes to feel supported and loved

His body is like a furnace, he is super warm all the time, if you are cold he will surround you with heat

Please, please please spoil him

He runs his whole home, does groceries, pays bills, help his dad etc.

Just hold him close, he wants to know that you are there with him and that you appreciate what he does

He might actually cry when he’s holding you or being held

Poor boy has lost a lot

But he needs to know that you are there, with him

Tell him you’ll never leave

Nose to nose cuddling please

He also likes having his legs intertwined with yours

Kiss his hands or knuckles , he will melt

Just love him

Koichi

Little spoon

He wants to make you feel safe in his arms, but bring as short as he is compared to his friends subconsciously makes him uneasy

So perhaps not spoons

Koichi is also a mama’s boy so he does likes attention

He likes it if you just want to lie face up and hold hands or something

But for something more intimate he likes the ‘sweetheart’ cuddle

It allows him to feel like he is keeping you safe but without feeling like he is shorter

Hand holding is a must

He likes the feeling of having your hands resting in his

You can hold him if you really want to but he needs reassurance that you are okay with it

He asks for your consent for everything

“Can I hold your hand?”

“Can we cuddle, please?”

“Is it okay if I walk you to class tomorrow?”

“Can I kiss you?”

He is uncomfortable with cuddling nude at first but nuzzle in close and or lay your head on his stomach or chest and he will never get enough of it

Jotaro

Not usually one for cuddling

He doesn’t really care for that kind of affection

He will tell you that but he is touch starved

He prefers sex because it can be quick or sensual. Cuddling to him means that he is stuck in one place for two long

There is always danger somewhere

No time

If he wants sex to be sensual it’s because he doesn’t know what might happen to him so he wants your last memories of him being with you in what he thinks is the purest form

But in this case

You have to really get him to relax

It’s pretty tough

He probably won’t cuddle at first and you should wrap your arms around him first

Or pull his head onto your lap

Make him feel at ease

He may say he doesn’t like it, but he isn’t going anywhere

He feels comforted there, just you and him.

Clothes or not, it’s okay.

You are there for him

And he loves you for that

#jjba #jjba x reader #jjba x oc #jjba x #jojo #jojo's bizzare adventure diamond is unbreakable #Diamond is Unbreakable #DiU #Josuke #Josuke Higashitaka #josuke 4 #josuke x reader #josuke higashikata x reader #jjba josuke #Okuyasu #Okuyasu Nijimura #okuyasu x reader #okuyasu x fem s/o #Koichi #Koichi Hirose #koichi x reader #jotaro x reader #jjba jotaro #Jotaro #jotaro x y/n #jotaro x oc

[bellathechildbitch]

Hiya! Could I get Sebastian, Grell, and Undertaker with a S/O who is really into musicals? (ex. Heathers, Hamilton, Hairspray, Wicked, etc.) It's totally fine if you can't, I just saw that you were bored. Tysm! Have a great day/afternoon/night!

Sebastian:

🕷️This bitch.... Literally only listens to classical and or opera music. He thinks modern music is DISGUSTANG. He says ... And I quote "it makes my ears bleed" 😒 this fokin bitch

🕷️but when you told him about musicals ... He was interested. You told him about hamilton. And he. Fell. In. Love. He liked it mainly because it has actual history behind it. He also enjoys the songs. Sometimes you'll hear him hum "The Schuyler sisters"

🕷️you showed him other musicals but her wasn't really into them as much as hamilton but he can tolerate other musical's

Grell:

♥️ADORES MUSICALS

♥️And that her s/o loves musicals? It's a match made from.... Heaven

♥️HER FAVORITES are HEATHERS and HAIRSPRAY and MEAN GIRLSSS

♥️Heather's: must I explain? She literally loves everything about it 😀.mean girls: the sass and diva-ness of the girls hairspray: she likes it because of the god damn name of the musical

♥️Sometimes when you play music from ur favorite musical you will most likely hear her "singing" along. And Bella why would I puth quotation marks around singing. I know for a fact that Grell... Can't. Sing. :) (unless u have heard her japanese character song... That's a different topic to talk about) Sorry to burst ur bubble but she most likely would be screaming other than actually singing.

♥️would most likely sneak into broadway if she had the chance. . . Naw fam she would most likely sneak into broadway just to see a glimpse of literally any musical

♥️She isn't picky when it comes to ur favorite musicals. Oh you like Beetlejuice the musical? Not my type of music/entertainment but I'll try it just for you (ʃƪ＾3＾）

Grells Character Song btw

Undertaker:

🤍Em... Uh... Er.... What's a musical

🤍Just kidding he knows what a musical is. It's just... That.... Hes never seen one before. (This man literally lives in his musty shop.. you expect him to actually go out into the world to see what the hell is happening.?)

🤍When you heard that you were shook. So you too matters into your own hands and decided to show him some of your favorites

-He really doesn't care for musicals that much but he does have favorites. Like Beetlejuice the musical.... He likes it Because it's a show about death 🤭

🤍but if you were to actually take him to a musical he wouldn't be able to sit still for long. He'd get antsy and start bugging you... You most likely missed the show because of him

🤍but in general he would be alright. You just have to find a musical that he would be interested in

(sorry this took so damn long. I had finals and life went shitty. I will be planning to post more when spring break comes. SoooOO be patient with meeeeee! STAY SAFE AND HEALTHY AND REMEMBER YOU🤍ARE🤍 LOVED 🤍

#black butler #grell sutcliff #grell #kuroshitsuji grell #grell sutcliff imagines #grell x reader #black butler imagines

[norangeyyy]

La Squadra Hygiene HCs + How They Probably Smell

Because again, why not?

Link to Bucci Gang HCs: X

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Formaggio

= He's basically the Mista of this gang.

= This dude literally went to the bathroom and didn't wash his hands after. Take note: they're in a restaurant.

= If that's not nasty then i don't know what it is.

= And since he's an assassin, he does a lot of dirty work(Quite literally) that requires him to prowl on the streets.

= That means he'll smell like smoke, pollution and weed.

= He wears cologne but it's the ones that'll hurt your nose and will give you a bad migraine.

Illuso

= Jojo MJ steals hair products in boutiques and no one can convince me otherwise.

= Takes good care of his 'beauty' despite being broke and having a bad taste in fashion.

= He has piles of hair masks and other products in his room and all of them are stolen. Some of them are also expired already but he's too lazy to throw them so he just leaves them in the mirror world.

= Will fight you for using his special conditioner and shampoo.

= Goes into a salon using his stand and gives himself a makeover for free then goes back home like nothing happened.

= May or may not have taken the salon's hair dryer and money but we won't talk about that.

= Smells like a whole bottle of either hairspray or argan oil. There's no in-between.

Pesci

= The most decent one in the group that properly does his routine.

= He'll need help and ask the other members but once he gets a hold of what he should do and use, he'll straight up use it for his entire life unless Prosciutto recommends him something else or the others makes fun of him for using the same product for years.

= Wax is his best friend.

= He probably spends more on wax than anything else just to keep his hair up like that.

= Can get really insecure about what he looks like sometimes so he can go overboard when buying skincare products and forget that they're actually bankrupt.

= He really likes milk so most of the products he buys have the same flavor or scent but since his team bullies him for it, he keeps it a secret.

= Owns a bottle of perfume that he only uses when he has to hang out with the boys so he won't smell like 'something you wouldn't expect a hitman to smell like' and be teased about it. He hates it btw.

Prosciutto

= His self-care routine is either too much or too little.

= If he's having a bad day and/or is really busy, he won't even bother to do shit other than take a bath, go to bed and that's it.

= If he's in a good mood and has a lot of free time—which is both rare—then Prosci right here won't hesitate to slap products on his face and hair.

= This man can act like Kira in the morning, literally everything he does has to be right in order or he'll be salty for the rest of the day.

= Bad hair day and hair can't be properly put into buns? He'll go nuts and just be frustrated about it but will still put it into buns.

= Though i don't really headcannon Prosci as someone who smokes frequently since they're already broke, i do see him smoking atleast a few times in a month or two, so the smell just kinda sticks with him.

= Mix the scent of smoke with a cheap men's perfume then you'll get Prosciutto.

Melone

= Make Trish a pervy broke hitman then you'll have Melone.

= Though he barely cares for the women he uses for his stand, I'm sure he still lays with some of them so he has to look good.

= A creep but is still a decent human being so he pays for the shit he buys unlike Illuso.

= Is basically in a relationship with scented lotions.

= Most of them have cringeworthy names though like 'Seductive Evening Night' or something close to that.

Ghiaccio

= Instead of actually buying things for himself, he'll just rant endlessly about how stupid the products are to the point where Melone will just regret taking him shopping.

= Doesn't like wasting money so he just doesn't buy anything other than a few necessities.

= Rivals Fugo with the 'gotta stay clean obsession' but at the same time, he barely gives a fuck.

= "It's fucking pointless! All you need is soap, shampoo, toothpaste, toothbrush, and a hairbrush to stay clean! You're all wasting money, you dumbasses!"

= I don't think there's much to be said about this man anymore since he already proved his point, so next!

Risotto Nero

= He smells like DEATH

= No, I'm not even joking when i said that. Mix the smell of blood and ash or gunpowder then you'll have Risotto.

= He's basically Ghiaccio 2.0 with their mindset about hygiene but he doesn't mind getting his hands dirty and is much more chill about it.

= He's not a prince charming who smells fancy, they're literally bankrupt so he doesn't have time for leisure nor does he have the luxury to afford the latter.

= I'm sorry to my fellow fangirls/fanboys but he's not the sly badboy who somehow remains clean and doesn't smell like shit after massacring 10 people in a single day.

= Literally everyone in his team—Including Risotto himself—could go on for days or even a week without taking a bath at all if they really have to.

= He and Formaggio lasted the longest by the way.

Bonus:

Sorbet and Gelato

= These two steals and won't hesitate to join forces with Illuso about them robbing a salon or a boutique.

= Does everything together.

= Matching nail polish? Of course. Earning money so they could both go to the spa? Hell yeah!

= Don't be surprised if you catch them wearing face masks with cute patterns while wearing a couple shirt on Saturday night, that's just a tradition.

#i guess I'm doing this now #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #vento aureo #golden wind #la squadra #formaggio #illuso #pesci #prosciutto #melone #ghiaccio #risotto nero #sorbet and gelato #jjba hcs

[straykats]

Hey! Can I request one? 👉🏻👈🏻 Somethin about Han came over to your hotel room after a tiresome concert because he just wants to be with you :]. I’d appreciate it if you make it 😔✊. Oh, btw , love your other stories tho ❤️

“Babe, let me in!” You hear Jisung whine from the door. 

The towel you had been using to dry your hair is thrown over a chair. You peer through the peephole to find Jisung, the clothing he wore at the concert being the only thing that had changed. He was in sweatpants and a Stray Kids hoodie, wearing socks and slides, but he still had a full face of makeup on and you were sure there were remnants of hairspray that hadn’t been washed away by the sweat.

“What’s the password?”

“I miss you!”

“Incorrect.” You open the door to a pouting Jisung who almost seems to waddle into your chest.

You laugh, stumbling backwards and barely managing to push the door shut. You land on the bed, Jisung putting his full weight on you as he flops down.

“‘Sungie, I just showered-”

“Oh!” He rolls off of you, and lays next to you on his back. “Sorry. I just got really happy to see you. Hyunjin’s showering in our room so I told him i’m coming to yours while i wait.”

He reaches a hand out in the space between you, finding your fingers and interlocking your hands. You’re both lying on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling. It was nothing special, but Jisung felt so calm and at home that his eyes started to blink shut.

“Hey baby, go shower before you sleep.”

Jisung makes an incoherent sound that sounds like “later”, and you roll onto your side. Raising a hand up, you poke his cheek.

“If you shower, I’ll let you sleep here tonight.”

He sits up and sticks his lips out in an exaggerated pout. “Meanie.”

With a laugh, you watch as he drags his feet to the bathroom. You hear a sigh echo through the door, and then water starts running. 

You stay staring at the ceiling, the sound of running water bringing thoughts to your mind naturally.

Jisung had sent you tickets to one of Stray Kids’ concerts and also covered the expenses for two nights in the same hotel. You had jumped at the chance, and an hour ago, you had watched as their concert came to an end in a flurry of confetti and cheers. The concert had made you feel like you were in a bubble, time moving slowly as the world continued to progress outside of the venue. It was magical, and Jisung had been all but ethereal. His presence on stage was so different to in person. He was tough and intimidating and unbelievably hot on stage, yet when he was with you, he was a massive softie who clung to you like a koala to a tree. 

He came out now, eyes half shut and with a towel in his hand. He throws it in your lap as you sit up and plops down in front of you on the floor, his back to your shins.

“Hair, please,” he murmurs, and you sit up.

You thread your hand through his hair, droplets of water hitting your legs, “You don’t want to blow-dry it? It’ll be quicker.”

“...Hands feel… nicer.”

You giggle and bring the towel to his hair. “Well, the heat would damage your hair anyways…”

He lets out a low hum, and you’re not sure if it’s a sound of agreement or content. You alternate between dragging your fingers along his scalp and massaging his hair with the towel. Slowly, the towel gets damper and damper, his hair dryer and dryer.

It’s ever so soft, and you almost get lost in the feeling of it between your fingers. The domesticity of drying his hair calmed you, making you feel like a cool river ran through your body. It made you so relaxed that you had to stop your eyes from shutting.

“How was the concert?” He’s still mumbling, and looking in the reflection of the black TV screen, you see that his eyes are shut.

“It was amazing, as always. Jeongin’s dance was cute, in Get Cool.”

“What about me?”

“I mean, sure,” you feigned reluctance in your answer and he slaps your foot lightly.

“Meanie.”

“You did really well in 19, ‘Sung. It’s like...” Your hand pause their work as you try to find the words, and Jisung lets out a whine. You resume your movement. “It’s… the same song, but it feels new every time?”

He falls silent, and you see him smiling in the reflection. When he replies, his voice is soft, and had you not been paying attention you might not have heard it. “Thanks, y/n. That means a lot.”

“Which reminds me, when are you gonna send me the guide version?”

His hair was dry now, but you continued to run your hands through it. It takes you a few seconds to realise he hadn’t replied, and you lean over his head.

He was sleeping, your knees supporting his head. His hands were lax, laying in his lap as his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. 

Gently, you lift his head and move your legs away, resting his head back on the end of the bed. You quietly move to pick up the towel you had put aside earlier, and along with the one Jisung had brought out, hang them in the bathroom. The curtain is pulled shut, concealing you and Jisung from the rest of the world. All the lights are turned off, save for one bedside lamp, and you move down next to Jisung.

“‘Sungie, baby, you can’t sleep here.”

His brows furrow, lips pouting. “Yes I can… You’re here… ‘Jin knows I’m here…”

You hold back a laugh. He was too cute when he was half asleep, and you were tempted to curl up next to him at the foot of the bed.

“No, baby, I meant on the floor. Come on, get up and let’s move to the bed.”

He lets out a sad hum, but pries his eyes open and lets you pull him around to the side of the bed. He lets you peel the blanket from the bed, allowing him to get in, and his features relax again when you tuck him in. You crawl in next to him and reach a hand out to flick the light off.

In the dark, you fall asleep in Jisung’s arms.

#han jisung #han jisung fluff #han jisung x reader #han jisung imagines #stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines

[cravingmarvel]

Roman Nightmare - mente di pietra [2]

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, alcohol consumption, charming bucky (if I forgot anything please let me know!) Btw, this series includes a lot of OCs!

Summary: It all started with a hook up, then another one and then Bucky was done for. He fell in love headfirst, no warning and no end to it anytime soon. But Y/n has a boyfriend and a secret and a wedding to attend in Rome. Despite giving him enough reasons to stay away, the two of them are like magnets, always finding their way to each other, wanted or not.

Have fun reading and please like, comment and reblog! Tell me what you think.

Chapter Two - mente di pietra 

Bucky Barnes sat in his home office, listening to a report from Chase who was stationed in Brooklyn, going on about a weapon delivery caught by one of his men. He was listening briefly, but his mind was otherwise occupied. It’s been nearly a month since the one night stand with y/n and Bucky just couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that she hasn’t tried to reach out to him, something that seemingly happens with all the women he shares a bed with for a night.

He glanced over to his phone, checking for new messages, but only the unimportant ones appeared. He momentarily forgot not only Chase, but also the fact that she had no way of knowing the mob bosses’ number. This became a routine over the three and a half weeks, checking his phone, e-mails and even asking Sam, his main correspondent, if she tried to find him.

Sam, understandably, rolled his eyes every time Bucky asked. Sam is his friend first and so his behaviour was excused, but still Bucky got mad at him for not having the answer he wants. Sooner or later Y/n would want to reach out, he reassured himself. He can’t go after her, that’s just not who he is. But somehow his brain kept flashing images of her eyes, her soft skin underneath his palms. He tried to shake the visuals out, locking them away, but there was no use. If he could just see her one more time, graze his fingers through her hair one more time, he would be satisfied.

The women he has around him tend to be a little clingy, lingering around him whenever he’s out with his friends. The ones he takes home have a habit of staying the night until the morning arrives, hoping for breakfast in bed with the attractive bachelor. Bucky doesn’t worry about that really, he’s out of bed before they realize.

Every morning after, Clint, one of Bucky’s most loyal men, escorts the beauties out, bringing them home. Over the years Clint has memorized this routine, already holding his hand out for the girls to put a piece of paper in it with their number on it hoping Bucky will call.

He never does.

As Chase ended the skype call, Bucky leaned back in is leather chair, turning it side to side, before deciding that he had enough. If she’s not reaching out to him, he will reach out to her.

-

Meanwhile, y/n sat in the newly opened café with her friends going over a presentation that was due for the next meeting on Monday. Though they were hard at work, none of them could help the conversation to drift off to non-work-related topics.

As the late evening approached, Chelsea asked for the other girls to get ready for their Friday night outing at her place, but Nina declined. “My parents have set up a date for me.” She lowered her head and y/n placed a hand on her back in pity.

Nina was truly the child of the family, being the younger one of five siblings, all married. She couldn’t help but struggle to find a partner. Not that she wasn’t desirable, she was plagued by shyness. Any man that approached her was met with stuttering words, head hanging low and few words. So, her parents took it upon themselves to lead her into the arms of a suitable companion, though none of the men ever suck around.

“Who is it now, a guy they met at church?” Franzi asked, not with poison, but concern. “Again.” She added, rolling her eyes.

Nina nodded her head not taking her eyes off her thighs, which were covered by the pastel pink skirt she wore ever so often. She never despised her parents for it, looking at it as her parents looking out for her. “Look, it’s not a shame that you’re not married, Franzi is the only one here tied down.” Chelsea spoke, looking over to Franzi who nodded her head. “And besides, you have a job you pour your heart and soul into. The time will come.”

Nina smiled shyly, cheeks turning pink.

While Bucky was focused on y/n, she was focused on her friends, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t cross her mind though. Her friends ever so often reminding her of him and that was enough for her. They asked questions which y/n felt like she couldn’t answer without consent.

After hugging Nina goodbye and wishing her good luck on her date, they walked over to Chelsea’s apartment.

Walking into the stylish place, Chelsea, Franzi and y/n took off their jackets and shoes ready to tackle their outfits, hair and make-up. They each sprinted up the stairs to Chelsea’s bedroom, giddy with excitement for the following hours.

Chelsea was in charge of picking out the dresses for each one, while y/n took over the make-up and hair department. Franzi on the other hand sat on the bed too engulfed by checking her cycle. “Y’know, maybe you should stop drinking if you and Ryan are really serious about this whole baby thing.” Y/n said, looking over her shoulder while letting the curl in her hand fall gently on Chelsea’s back.

Franzi made no effort tearing her eyes away from her phone screen, squinting her eyes. “You really are the least fun one of the group, aren’t you?”

Chelsea started laughing loudly throwing her head back, making y/n nearly burn her scalp with the curling rod. “I think you forgot who had a one-night stand.”

“Yeah like what, a month ago?” Franzi looked y/n in the eyes through the mirror without lifting her head.

Y/n scoffed focusing on the task at hand, finishing up the last pieces of hair and then running her fingers through the curls breaking them apart. Chelsea sprayed a little hairspray while y/n unplugged the curling rod.

-

Bucky stood not so far away from the bar, his eyes flicking to the door every so often. Sam, Steve and Clint stood opposite him, forming a circle, none of them were sure what this was about, but they just ran with it, hoping that she would show up any minute now.

A few women tried to push their way through to him, hoping for a drink spend on his name and maybe a lot more as the night lingers. Bucky spared them no glance though, mind focused on finding her in the crowd. He wasn’t sure about what he would do once she did show up, never in his life has he pursued a woman more than two days and most if not all girls practically slept on his doorstep waiting for him to open the door.

His hand shook around the glass he was holding, earning a few confused glances from his friends. They’ve seen him nervous before, but only when trouble starts to arise. Seeing their boss, the one who shot people straight in the head so shaken by a woman was indeed a strange sight to see.

-

As the three girls walked into the place, the bar was already packed with people, more than usual Franzi said to them. They worked their way through the crowd, the music overpowered by chatter, as they reached the copper bar. They all ordered their usual shot and raised their glasses to the weekend.

“Why the hell is it so full?” Franzi asked annoyed as a group of rather young girls pushed their way past her, each one bumping into her back without an apology.

“Because once a month they have happy hour and today is that day, Franzi.” Chelsea answered her question, knitting her eyebrows together, wondering just how young the girls are.

“Good, I thought the bartender was flirting with me. I swear to god, when Ryan and I have a kid, we will make sure they don’t go near a club until they’re twenty-one.”

While Chelsea and Franzi talked, y/n turned her focus to the crowd, not that she found their chatting boring, but she didn’t find it very interesting either. Her eyes roamed around the room lazily not focussing on anything specific, until her eyes found a pair of very familiar blue ones. She saw Bucky smiling at her, a tumbler glass in one of his hands.

Y/n turned her head away quickly earning the attention from her friends. “Bucky is here.” She whispered as if he could hear her over the noises, interrupting Franzi.

Franzi and Chelsea turned their heads trying to fid him in the crowd, which turned out to not be so difficult. “Yeah, we can tell.” Franzi smiled as Bucky reached the trio.

“Hey.” He spoke, addressing everyone, but his eyes were focused on y/n as she turned around to face him.

“Hey, Bucky. This is Franzi and Chelsea.” Y/n introduced him, and he politely shook their hands. He initiated a conversation, but y/n couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that he was here, talking to her friends.

“Can I steal you away for a moment?” Bucky caught her attention, placing his free hand in the small of her back, gently pulling her away. Y/n nodded and let him lead her through the crowd.

They reached his friends and Bucky introduced them, still keeping his hand steady on her back. Y/n smiled at the three her nerves overflowing asking herself why he was introducing her to his friend group.

“So, what do you do?” Sam asked as he took a long sip from his Bellini con Fragola. “Job wise.” He added.

“Ah, well I work for Stark. Not much to say about that though.” Y/n laughed uncomfortably, looking over to her two friends, who were watching cautiously. The four friends started chatting about Tony Stark, knowing him very personally, but y/n couldn’t really find any way into the conversation.

Franzi and Chelsea noticed the loneliness of their friend beckoning for her to come back. Y/n excused herself from the group, earning a rather confused look from Bucky. She squeezed herself back into the mass of people reaching her two friends with confusion.

Bucky watched after her as she sat back down at the bar and as there were more people swarming in, he decided it would be better to sit down than to stand within the crowd. He beckoned for Sam, Steve and Clint to follow him towards the table at the wall, putting on his rather mean face, ready to scare away the teens sitting on the red velvet benches.

They approached the table and immediately the five people sitting at it turned their heads to Bucky. Four of them looked terrified, but one kept a stern face. He was definitely drunk, Bucky thought, and he almost let the smirk give away his amusement. “Go.” Bucky said without breaking eye contact with the young man.

Everyone but him got up immediately and he was pulled by the girl who sat next to him, her hand firmly on his arm. “C’mon, Brad!” She hissed through her teeth clearly knowing better than to disobey the Bucky Barnes.

Brad got up slowly as Sam and Steve slit onto the bench opposite him, giving up the fight. Bucky and Clint sat down, and Bucky’s eyes roamed around looking for y/n.

Bucky’s jaw clenched watching a man talk to her, laughing as he finished talking. Bucky wasn’t jealous, he convinced himself, that’s just not who he is. He never got jealous, but then again her would never seek out to find a woman let alone introduce her to his friends.

To him it looked as if she was having a lot of fun, but what slipped through his hardened gaze is the fact that she was laughing out of pity.

He watched as y/n slit off the bar stool, rummaging through her purse as she disappeared through the crowd and re-emerged outside the bar. Bucky quickly stood up walking out after her, ignoring Sam as he yelled after him.

Bucky felt his confidence rise as the fresh air hit his face, breathing in deeply. “I can drop you off at home if you’d like.”

Y/n turned; cigarette positioned in between her lips with her lighter in hand. She was clearly more intoxicated, judging by the unsteady posture. “No, thank you.” She smiled back at him.

Bucky chuckled darkly. He could tell she knew what he meant, but he wasn’t quite sure what stopped her form accepting his offer.

Truth was, y/n had no clue what to say to him, she was drunk but not as much as the last time they saw each other. Bucky moved closer to her slowly, holding on to her waist as he took the cigarette away from her lips throwing it into the trash next to them. He leaned into the side of her face and she sensed his cologne better this time around, although she wasn’t sure he even wore some a month ago. “How about we go to my place then?”

Bucky lowered his head, trailing kisses down her neck to her collarbone. A quiet moan escaped her lips, fuelling Bucky’s ego. He held onto her waist tighter as she subconsciously nodded her head. She could feel his fingers digging into her side.

Bucky lead y/n to the familiar black car and opened the door for her. Y/n texted Chelsea what was going on and wished them a fun time.

The car came to a stop and Bucky climbed out of the car opening the door for y/n. She took his outstretched hand and as soon as she straightened her back, her eyes fell on the mansion. It was small compared to other mansions she’d seen online, a cosy in between of extravagance and family home. Bucky lead her closer to the white double doors, the mesmerised look on her face brought a smile to his.

As soon as the doors were opened, Bucky lifted her up into his arms and carried her up the stairs to his bedroom.

-

Around midnight, Bucky had no intention to sleep just yet. He tightened his grip around her waist, burying his face into her hair inhaling the soft tones of strawberry. He relaxed next to her, his eyes following the curve of her lips, to her cheekbones, the delicate rising and falling of her back. He gently ran his thumb over her cheek, placing a kiss to the crown of her head. Bucky exhaled deeply knowing that she would go home in the morning, but an evil part of his heart wanted her to stay, no just tomorrow, but every tomorrow after that.

Only problem was that he had no idea how to admit it to himself nor to the one laying securely in his arms, right where he needed her to be.

-

Y/n lifted the covers off her body, looking over to Bucky sound asleep still. She put her dress back on and went to grab her purse, but the darkness made it impossible to find. Y/n quietly shuffled around the room trying to decipher where her purse could be, but knew it was impossible to find anything in this room with no light.

The door squeaked as she opened and closed it with a click. She walked down the stairs into the small foyer spotting the security guard next to the door, the same one that drove them here. As she walked towards him, he held out the purse she was missing, saying that she left it in the car.

“Would it be possible if you could call a cab for me?” Y/n spoke quietly, but the bodyguard shook his head, telling her that she will be driven home. Y/n nodded her head and immediately heard footsteps approaching.

“Leaving so soon?” Clint spoke as he walked out of the house, Y/n following him.

“You’re Ben, right?”

“Clint.”

Y/n nodded her head, red tinting her cheeks as she climbed into the backseat. Her phone buzzed in her purse and as she read the message her heart picked up beating faster.

Harry:

Hey Babe!!!   I just landed. How ab lunch tomorrow?

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[ahtohallan-calling]

This is just a prompt btw I made up you don’t have to do it 😅💕 that Anna is too tired to brush her hair and kristoff helps her and while he brushes her hair she falls asleep (Single dad au or canon)

“I think they used an entire pack of bobby pins on this,” Kristoff said, sounding concerned as he added another one to the pile.

“And I’ve been feeling every single one of them digging into my scalp all night,” Anna groaned as she reached up to rub rueful fingers over a particularly sore spot. 

“You looked beautiful, though,” he said, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss to her temple as he pulled out the final pin and her hair fell free around her shoulders. “Extra beautiful.”

She leaned back against him with a yawn. “So did you. Well, handsome, I mean. I need to get you in a tux more often.”

“You sound awfully sure of that for someone who got me half out of it before we even got upstairs,” he said with a laugh, sliding his arms around her waist and resting his chin on the top of her head.

“I’ll finish getting you out of it as soon as I br- bru– brush my hair,” she said, the end of her sentence nearly swallowed by another yawn. “I think I left one here, didn’t I?”

“You’ve left three.”

“Oh. Huh. How did that happen?” she asked with the biggest yawn yet, sinking closer against his chest. 

“I think by now you’ve left most of your bathroom,” he said, setting his hands on her shoulders and massaging soothing circles with his thumbs. “Sit down, baby. Let me see what I can do.”

“What you can do? I don’t know if I trust that,” she teased, though she let him guide her into the chair at his desk.

He crossed to the wardrobe for a moment before returning with a brush in hand. “I have a five year old daughter. I’ve learned a thing or two about brushing out tangles.”

He moved slowly, starting at the ends as he ran the brush through the long, coppery waves. Anna hummed in contentment as he reached her scalp, taking extra time there to brush out the hairspray. When the tangles were gone, he ran his fingers through the silky strands, smoothing them out before he leaned down to kiss her temple. “Better?”

The only answer was a light snore. He leaned further and saw that she was dead asleep, feeling a twinge in his heart at the sign of the dark circles under her eyes. She had been helping him around the coffee shop lately on top of all the writing she did for her show– not to mention the actual filming– and had spent every free evening with him. No wonder she’d been less than her normal enthusiastic self at the party tonight.

He slid one hand behind her back and the other under her knees, lifting her as carefully as he could and carrying her over to the bed. When he carefully unzipped her dress and slid it down her slight frame, she stirred and mumbled his name.

“‘S’okay, baby,” he said softly. “I’m right here.”

“Come here,” she sighed as he pulled the blankets up over her shoulders, pausing to set his hand against her cheek for a moment.

“Can I put on my pajamas first?”

“No,” she yawned.

He chuckled and stripped to his boxers before sliding in next to her. Immediately she nestled against him, fitting perfectly against his chest as he settled an arm over her waist.

“Love you, Anna,” he said softly, but the only response was a contented sigh.

#this is literal just....cheesey fluff #but it's almost 1 am and i just wanted to do this one LOL forgive me #ty for the prompt! #kristanna #prompts #Anonymous

[klaushargreevesofficial]

drunk!steve

summary: drunk Steve head canons, or rather, me taking these prompts and word-vomiting because I am so whipped and soft for Steve :( 

requests: heyy ! hope you're doing well!! i've seen that requests were open again and i would like to request some drunk!steve headcanons ; thanks! (sorry if there's some mistakes, english ain't my main language !!)

drunk!steve x reader hc??? or maybe viceversa, whatever u like the most :) ♡ love ur writing btw!

gif obviously not mine. side note, how do people make gifs? gshit that’s talent

drunk Steve x female reader headcanons

obvious warning for drinking, and then a not so obvious one for cursing

you & steve go out to a party

and last time he drove you home so you promised to be his designated driver this time

“are you sure?”

“yes, steve, i’m positive!”

he wants to hang out with you all the time at the party

to the point where you have to tell him (very lovingly) to leave you alone

because he won’t get past tipsy if he’s attached to your hip

and you know he came to the party with the intention of leaving wasted

he’s the only one of his friends who can tap the keg

so you send him away to go hang out with them and drink

while you stay in the kitchen nursing a cherry coke

beastie boys is playing

after a bit of the both of you flitting around the party and mingling separately

steve gravitates back towards you

he’s sweaty and his eyes are glazed over

you give him a quick survey to make sure he’s okay and hasn’t reached his limit

he’s so drunk

but okay and safe 

anyways

drunk steve doesnt give a fuck

his hair is a mess

you run your hands through it and try and tame it but he’s moving so much

“i missed you, baby!” “i missed you too, stevey”

he’s a loud drunk when he’s with his friends, but when he’s with you he’s quiet and clingy

he’ll be wrapped around you

you’re rubbing his back

and some boy you’ve never seen before comes in, and steve is suddenly shouting in your ear

steve wants to dance but his balance and motion in general is so messed up

you guys try for a little bit but a lot of it is steve putting all of his weight on you

so you suggest that you guys sit down and make out instead

fuck yes

also whenever steve is drunk he wants everyone to know that you’re his girlfriend

“yeah my girl is driving me home tonight, that’s her over there, with the hair”

it’s nice whenever steve doesn’t have to be the DD because he gets to let go of the stress that comes with being the most Protective boyfriend ever

like when you’re drunk? he’s got his eyes on you just to make sure you’re safe and drinking somewhat responsibly

but when he’s drunk he knows you’ll take care of him so he lets loose

and you’re not jealous or overbearing at all, so you let him do what he wants, checking in every so often

sometimes he’ll have one too many or come up with a stupid idea

and you have to coax him out of it with a sweet “stevey” or a “baby”

steve holds his alcohol well and for him the fun is in getting plastered

so once he’s drunk drunk and has said a slurred hi to everyone at the party he’s ready to go home

so he hangs on you while you mingle

and whispers in your ear about how drunk he is until you get the hint

“i’m so drunk i could literally kiss you right now” he says seriously

????

“you can’t kiss me sober?” you laugh

“fuck wait--no, i mean...fuck, i’m drunk”

he pouts for 30 minutes about wanting to go home and then as soon as you grab your keys he’s suddenly so invested in the party again

“steve, if you don’t get in this car right now…”

“but they’re going swimming” puppy dog eyes

“we can go swimming when we get back to your house, baby.” not

okay steve is actually the prettiest boy to ever exist

he’ll look over at you while you’re driving home and

oh my god

he’s covered in a thin layer of sweat and his hairspray has long given up on him

but his pupils are blown up and he looks at you with all the love in the world in his eyes

and you’re admiring how sweet your boyfriend is until he opens his mouth

“wanna fuck?”

you’re instantly laughing

he’s not even horny he just doesn’t know what to do with himself

he loves you so much but he’s so wasted

you get him back into his bedroom after much stumbling and trying to hold him up

he’s such a dramatic drunk

you leave to go get him a water and few asprin to leave on his nightstand for the morning

when you come back he’s only wearing boxers and sitting on the edge of the bed

he flops backwards onto his bed to the best of his ability and sighs loudly

“what’s wrong with you, my love?” you ask, knowing that’s what he wants.

“‘m drunk and you havent even asked if you can stay the night.”

he will guilt trip you into sleeping over

and hold you so so so tight in bed

it’s nearly impossible to tell where you end and where steve begins you guys are so close

“you really should’ve showered, steve”

“shhhh…”

a lot of innocent neck kisses

by this time he’s so close to sober

he just loves his girl so much

“i love you, bubby,” you tell him. “make sure you drink a little more water before you go to bed, okay?”

“mhm, love you too”

he’s so tired

and a bit buzzed still

so you stroke his hair until he falls asleep

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #Steve Harrington headcanon #steve harrington imagine #stranger things headcanon #Steve Harrington one shot #Steve Harrington fluff #Steve Harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #reader insert #x reader

[bandzrus]

The No Fun Tour (Part 2)

The Dirt!Tommy Lee x Reader

Masterlist

SUMMARY // This is Part 2 of this one-shot here.  You’ve been working as a roadie for Motley Crue for a number of years because of your interest in the music business and family connections with Doc.  The boys are touring with Ozzy and things are looking promising for them, but they’re under strict orders to keep the shenanigans down or else their deal with Elektra Records is in jeopardy.  After Doc assigned you to watch Tommy for a night and you woke up wrapped in his arms, you’re starting to realize you have more feelings for the drummer than you thought.  Ozzy’s wife Sharon has also been cracking down the on the boys, leading them to nickname the tour the “No Fun Tour”.  You’re still on babysitting duty for the band, but you’ve decided they can have a little fun just for one night.

NOTE // oml I can’t believe you guys liked this one-shot so much!  It’s the first one I’ve ever written, I was lowkey only expecting a couple of likes, not a whole bunch of comments saying to write a part 2! My requests are still open if you guys want me to write other stuff btw.

WORDS // 4006

TAG LIST // @brooklyn-antiques @queens-rose-garden

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You were surprised Tommy kept his mouth shut after what happened.  None of the guys could be described as humble, so you were surprised he hadn’t bragged to Vince and Nikki about you sleeping in his bed.  You were thankful though.  If Doc ever found out, you’d probably be fired because your position as roadie would be compromised.  You were content to act as if nothing ever happened, and it seemed like Tommy was at least on board with the idea.  The week continued as usual, moving from hotel to show, you carrying instruments back and forth and doing booze runs for the band.  Things were still rocky with Elektra Records; the one smooth night at the hotel hadn’t solved that just yet.  Doc was hoping to finish the tour with minimal damages, and Ozzy’s wife Sharon seemed to share his passion for keeping the band from having any fun.  She’d police Motley Crue around like she was their mother, and while you were glad there was less work for you to do, it was obviously taking a toll on the band.

              Nikki was even grouchier and angry than usual, Vince kept claiming he had blue balls, Mick was sulking, and Tommy wouldn’t stop whining to you.

              “We’re out of booze again,” the drummer grumbled, letting the last couple drops of the gin bottle fall onto the table of the bus.

              “That’s your second bottle, Tommy.”

              “So?”

              “Maybe try being sober for once?”

              Tommy crinkled up his nose.

              “This really is the No fucking Fun Tour.  Can we pleeeeease go out and get something?  At least a pack of cigarettes?  Vince stole mine,” he said.  You rolled your eyes and put a hand on your hip before turning to the driver.

              “How much longer until we get to the hotel?” you asked.  Doc looked up from his newspaper and raised an eyebrow.

              “Mmm maybe ten minutes?”

              “Thanks,” you said, turning back to Tommy who was giving you his signature pout. “Can you wait ten minutes?”

              “No.”

              “Too bad.”

              The drummer let out a huge sigh and chucked the bottle across the bus where it thankfully landed in a pile of dirty clothes and didn’t smash.  You really didn’t want to be cleaning glass off the floor right now.

              “Would it make you feel better if I agreed to go out and get cigarettes with you once we get there?” you asked, sliding into the booth opposite Tommy.  

              “Only a little.”

              “I’ll take that,” you said, leaning back against the window and propping your feet up on the table.  Tommy gave you a funny look.

              “What?”

              “Shouldn’t you be like… I don’t know, doing something around here?” he gestured around the bus vaguely.  

              “Like cleaning up after you guys?”

              “Yeah.”

              “I already picked up all your guys’ shit from last night this morning and I can’t do laundry until we get to the hotel, so no.  Now that Sharon’s around you guys are so much easier to manage,” you smirked, knowing that mentioning Sharon’s name would piss Tommy off.

              “I can’t believe Ozzy puts up with that bitch,” the drummer muttered darkly under his breath.

              “It would be like if one of us married Y/N,” Nikki agreed, sliding into the booth next to Tommy.  You tried not to flinch at his comment.  Had Tommy said something to Nikki after all?  Or were you just being paranoid?  Whatever the case, Nikki didn’t seem to notice your movement.  The dark circles under his eyes were evidence that he hadn’t been sleeping much at all since the start of the tour.  Despite how whiny Tommy was, he didn’t look nearly as worse for wear as the rest of the band.  The fact that he was shoveling less coke up his nose than usual was probably part of it.

              “God, I can’t believe I’m saying this but I can’t wait until we’re off this dumb tour,” said Nikki.  “I haven’t screwed any chics in over a week and we’re out of blow.”

              “And booze,” Tommy added.

              “Fuck, are you serious?”

              “Yeah dude, and Vince has my last pack of cigs.”

              “This is the worst fucking tour ever.”

              “Well we can at least get off this bus in about five minutes,” you put in.

              “Thank god.”

                Thank god was right.  Even you were starting to get sick and tired of being on the bus.  It had been a long haul between stops, and with the boys less wasted and high as usual, there wasn’t much to keep you busy.  When the bus pulled up outside the hotel, it took all your skills to stay out of the way as the band pushed and shoved each other out the door and out into the parking lot.  Following after Doc, you sidled up next to Tommy and waited for Doc to give his speech.

              “Alright, you’re rooms 508, 509, 510, and 511.  I’ll be down the hall in 504 if you need me.  I don’t think I have to tell you boys that if anyone so much as lights a match or thinks about throwing anything out the window, we’re back on the bus. Elektra is on my ass about our budget, and you’ll be back on the street if you screw this up.”

              “Finally no fucking babysitters,” growled Nikki.

              “We’re still going into town, right Y/N?” Tommy leaned in to you.  

              “Yes,” you promised, patting his shoulder like a cliché parent.

              “What’s this about going into town?”

              Vince’s blond head popped up from over the drummer’s shoulder.

              “Town, what?”

              All four boys were around you in a second looking like a bunch of starving puppies.  You couldn’t say no to them if you tried.

              “I’ll call a cab,” you said.  You left Doc and the boys out in the parking lot as you asked the receptionist to call a cab for five.  You glad when it showed up in less than five minutes.

                Squeezing in like a pack of sardines, you were wedged between Tommy and Nikki because Vince had snagged the front seat and Mick was giving death glares to anyone who threatened to go in the back with him.  You were once again very thankful that neither Tommy nor Nikki wreaked of alcohol, cocaine, cigarettes, piss, and hairspray yet today.  They would by the end of the night, but that you were used to.  Letting the driver know to take you to the nearest gas station, you settled into your seat, folding your hands in your lap.  You cast a glance up at Tommy when his hand bumped yours.

              “What?” you asked him.

              “Nothin’, just trying to get comfortable in here because somebody doesn’t want to share,” answered Tommy, looked over his shoulder at Mick.

              “I don’t want your chicken legs back here, drummer,” said the guitarist, flipping Tommy off.  Tommy stuck out his tongue and turned back around, letting his arm fall around your shoulder.  You hated to admit that it felt nice.  Usually it was you making the physical contact with Motley Crue, whether that was helping put on makeup, adjusting outfits, patting them on the back, or holding their hair.  It felt good to have the gesture returned in some way.  Nobody else could tell since you, Nikki, and Tommy were so squished together, but you leaned into the drummer.

              It was only a seven minute drive to the gas station, and it was just as much of a hassle to get the boys back out of the cab as it was to get them in. Jostling to be the first in the door, the little bell on the gas station door signaled your entrance.

              “Tommy, pick me up some cigs,” Nikki said, following Mick towards the alcohol at the back of the store.  Vince was about to follow them when he spotted a leggy brunette in the chip aisle. You knew you’d be waiting an extra few minutes for the singer to rejoin them in the cab.  Letting out a breath, you and Tommy made for the counter to inquire about smokes.

              “Uh, how many of the Marlboros do you have?” the drummer asked, pointing for the cashier.

              “Two up here, but I think I’ve got more in the back.  Give me a minute?”

              The two of you nodded.

              “Want anything, Y/N?”

              “Come on Tommy, you know I don’t smoke,” you said.  “I’ll drink whatever you guys pick out, but I draw the line at lung cancer.”

              “You’re a better man than I,” teased Tommy.  “But smokes aside, do you want to talk about the other night?”

              “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, running a hand through your hair.  

              “The other night at the hotel, and just now in the cab.”

              “We’ve been to lots of hotels, drummer,” you diverted.  This was going to be the start of a very awkward conversation and an even more awkward relationship that you didn’t want to happen.

              “For the record I wasn’t trying to get in your pants, I just didn’t think you’d want to sleep on the floor in those pants.  You’re the one who destroyed the pillow wall.”

              You let out a huff of breath and faced the drummer.

              “You were hogging the blankets, but it was stupid and I shouldn’t have done it. I’m your guys’ roadie, I’m not just some chic you can hook up with and dispose of whenever someone prettier comes along.”

              “Can you at least admit that you enjoyed it?” Tommy asked.

              “And if I do what does that mean?”

              Tommy was about to answer when the cashier came back with a box.

              “Seven please,” the drummer told him, reaching into his back pocket for cash. He gave you a look as he handed over the crumpled pills and grabbed the cigarettes off the counter.  The two of you waited by the door until Nikki and Mick finished loading cases of booze into their arms and paid as well.  As you had guessed, everyone else was loaded into the cab before Vince finally reappeared, hair looking a little more disheveled then when he had gone in and with a lipstick stain on his collar.

              “I should tell Sharon,” joked Nikki, punching the blond in the arm. You and Tommy both snickered from the back seat as Vince got in the cab.

              “Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he warned, adjusting his collar to hide the lipstick.  Divvying up a six-pack of beer between you, Nikki leaned over the seat to you and Tommy.

              “You grabbed my cigs right?”

              “Got ‘em right here, man,” Tommy replied, handing over three of the packs to the bass player and taking a sip of his drink.  You were struggling to get the cap off; usually you had a counter or something to help.

              “Need a hand?” asked Tommy.

              “Yeah,” you admitted, handing the bottle over to him in defeat.  Not breaking eye contact, you watched the drummer pop the cap off with his teeth.  Giving you a big grin he handed the bottle back.

              “Very subtle,” you said with a laugh.

              “It impressed you, didn’t it?”

              “Impressed isn’t the word I’d use.  Maybe entertained?” you replied cheekily.  “The only thing impressive about you guys is how stupid you can be.”

              “Oooo ouch Y/N, harsh!” winced Nikki, him and Vince turning around to join your conversation.

              “Yeah, but I’m not wrong though,” you said.

              “If anyone other than you said that about us I’d bash their friggin’ skull in,” Vince commented, sipping on his beer.

              “She is mean, isn’t she?  Almost as bad as Sharon,” said Nikki.

              “Cuter though,” Tommy defended, patting your thigh affectionately.  Part of you didn’t want him to lift his hand.

              “It’s like having an annoying sister,” Vince concluded.

              “You guys would be so dead without me.”

              They totally would be dead somewhere in a ditch without you and Doc. Mostly Doc, but you’d like to think you’d helped Motley Crue a lot too.  You’d been travelling with them for years now, helping them get ready for shows, interviews, music videos, everything.  You could tell if one of them was about to puke way before it happened, and you could handle all of them pretty well when they were drunk and or high. Even though your job was supposed to be just loading and unloading equipment, you had taken up the roll of babysitter long before Doc suggested it.

              Taking a long swig of your beer, it was only a couple more minutes before you were all back at the hotel.  Pushing and shoving each other, you found Doc in the lobby still, waiting.

              “Hey, Doc,” you called, giving him a wave.  The four boys were trailing behind you guffawing about something.

              “I see you found what you were looking for,” Doc said, gesturing at the armfuls of booze the band was carrying.  He didn’t look amused.  

              “I’ll make sure they make it to their rooms,” you promised, putting an arm on Tommy’s shoulder and leading them all towards the elevator.  This hotel was fancier than the last one you had been at, and the elevator was made of glass.  Herding Motley Crue inside, you pressed the button for the 5th floor.  The sight that met your eyes when you turned around was one you should have seen coming. They were only one beer in, and they already had their pants down with their asses up against the glass, mooning everyone in the lobby.  You put a palm to your face and shook your head.

              “You guys are fucking ridiculous,” you muttered.  They were all laughing hysterically and looking over each other’s shoulders at the started on-lookers.  You couldn’t help but laugh a little yourself.  They were wild, but you loved them.  When the elevator arrived on the fifth floor, you gave them all the keys to their rooms.

              “No babysitting tonight, but you heard what Doc said earlier.  If there’s any kind of mischief, you can kiss your record deal goodbye,” you warned, slapping the room keys in each of their hands.

              “Yeah yeah,” promised Nikki, shooing you away with his free hand, the other clutching the almost empty beer bottle.  Waving goodbye, you watched them all go into their rooms, and when you were satisfied they were staying put, you went back to the lobby to join Doc.

                He wasn’t reading a newspaper anymore, but instead had a series of spreadsheets and notepads sprawled out over the table.

              “Can I help with anything?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at one of the complicated looking spreadsheets.  

              “A coffee would be nice,” Doc replied, scribbling something and pulling out a calculator.  “Trying to figure out how we’re going to make any money off this tour is proving more difficult than I’d like.  Everything is just going straight to damage claims.”

              “I’ll get that coffee,” you said, giving him a reassuring smile.  Doc was a real trooper.  You knew firsthand that managing Motley Crue was no easy task.  Wandering into the breakfast room of the hotel, you spotted the coffee bar.  Black with one sugar, the way he always like it.  You grabbed a cup for yourself as well before you walked back to Doc and handed him the cup.

              “Thanks, Y/N, you’re a saint.”

              “I try,” you smiled, sipping.

              “The boys give you any trouble?”

              “Nothing out of the ordinary.”

              “It seems like everything went good with Tommy the other night.”

              You choked and spat a little of your coffee back into the cup.

              “Sorry?”

              “Well he didn’t cause any trouble so everything must have gone well,” Doc said.

              “Oh… yeah, everything was fine.  We watched TV.”

              “Yeah, he mentioned something about Gilligan’s Island to me.”

              “Did he mention anything else?” you asked, worrying that Tommy might have said something else to Doc.

              “Nope, that was it.”

              You let out a sigh of relief and took another sip of coffee.

              “Only a few more weeks of this tour, right?”

              “Yep, thank god.  I don’t know how much more of their bitching I can handle.  I’m surprised they’re not at each other’s throats yet,” muttered Doc, rubbing his temples and exchanging his pen for the cup of coffee.  “You’ve been a real help, especially with Tommy.”

              “I really don’t know why you think Tommy listens to me more than anyone else,” you said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

              “He’s got a bigger heart than the rest of them.”

              “And what does that have to do with anything?”

              “He’s got a bit of a soft spot for you.”

              “Did he tell you that?”

              “Nikki told me.”

              “Ahh,” you sighed, taking another sip of coffee.  So Nikki knew something was up between you and Tommy, at least as far as Tommy’s end was concerned.  People had started nick-naming the two of them the Terror Twins, so you shouldn’t have been surprised Nikki knew more about Tommy.

              Absorbed in your coffee, you and Doc hung out in the lobby for a while. The peace and quiet was nice, since you didn’t get it very often anymore.  You read through a bunch of magazines, and then around 9pm you decided to go check on the band.

                Mick was lying in bed with his eyes closed and his hands crossed over his chest, looking very much like a gothic ancient Egyptian mummy.  You didn’t think he was asleep because his guitar was on the bed next to him and some papers were scattered around.  He’d probably been working on some new material.

              Vince’s door had the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on it, but that wasn’t enough to stop you.  It was the not one but two female voices from inside that made the decision to keep the door closed very easy.  You’d walked in on enough of the blond’s sexual escapades to know what kinds of sights would greet you on the other side of that door.

              You didn’t hear anything from Nikki’s room, which surprised you a little, so you checked inside.  No Nikki, just a bunch of empty bottles and his base.  His jacket had a new rip in it, and wherever he was, he was barefoot because his boots and socks were near the window.  Great.

              There was a shout from the room next door, Tommy’s, and you mentally braced yourself for whatever was coming next.  Letting yourself in, the first thing you saw was a half-naked Tommy with a tie around his forehead.  Where the tie had come from you had no idea.  Nikki was cackling away on the bed, a vodka bottle in his hand, mostly empty.

              “For the love of god, you two, what’s so funny?” you asked, closing the door behind you and assessing the rest of the damage.  Nothing seemed to be broken yet, but most of the bedding was on the floor and the sink was running.

              “Tommy thinks he does a good Elvis impression,” chuckled Nikki, taking a long swig out of his bottle.  Tommy also had a bottle in his hand you noted, and there were about a dozen more littering the carpet.  You shut the sink off.

              “Come on Tommy, do it again for Y/N!” begged Nikki before collapsing into hysterics again.  The drummer gave you a big goofy grin and cleared his throat before beginning to sing the lyrics to Hound Dog.  

              “You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

              Cryin' all the time

              You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

              Cryin' all the time

              Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine,” he sang.  He was certainly no Elvis, but it was funny none the less.  You were halfway through laughing yourself when you caught the tell-tale sign that Tommy was about to puke.  

              “Tommy,” you said.  “Hand me the bottle.”

              “No,” he whined, lifting it above your head where he knew you couldn’t reach.

              “Give it.”

              “Noooo you have to come get-“

              One dry heave, two dry heaves, you pushed the drummer into the bathroom right before he threw up into the toilet.  While he was barfing his guts out, you slowly pulled the bottle out of his hands and put it back in the fridge.  Turning to Nikki, you let him polish off the rest of what was in his bottle then shooed him out the door.

              “Go back to your room Nik,” you said, watching to make sure the bassist made it back before you returned to Tommy’s side.  Holding his hair back, you patted him on the back.

              “This is what happens when you drink too fast,” you scolded lightly.

              “Shut up,” croaked Tommy, heaving once more into the toilet before standing up and wiping his mouth.  “I’m just outta practice.”

              “Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you shrugged.

              “This tour fucking sucks, the only thing good that’s really happened was you sleeping in my bed.”

              You paused.  You knew Tommy was very drunk right now which meant very little of what he was saying was to be taken seriously, but this seemed different than the usual drunken banter you two had.  There was a good chance he wouldn’t remember this conversation the next morning so you decided to indulge him.

              “Doc seems to think you have a soft spot for me,” you said, hoping Tommy would give himself away so you could stop overthinking things.

              “Mmm Nikki snitched on me, fuck.”

              Tommy leaned against the counter while you grabbed a plastic cup from the kitchen and filled it with water.  Handing it to the drummer, you continued.

              “So it’s true then?” you inquired.

              “Nikki was supposed to keep his damn mouth shut.  I know nothing will ever happen between us because it’ll fuck things up for you.”

              “You’re not wrong about that,” you said.  “It’s probably not a good idea for the roadie to hook up with the rock star.”

              Tommy downed the cup of water in one gulp.  He tried to walk over to the bed on his own, but he was wobbling so you steadying him with your arm.  Pulling his boots off for him, you let him roll into the middle of the bed before you threw one of the blankets back on.  

              “I never wanted it to be just a hook up anyway,” grumbled Tommy into his pillow.  “But you don’t want that, so I’ll just keep pretending I don’t feel anything so I don’t fuck shit up for you.”

              His words were muffled, but they were bringing a tear into your eye.  How long had this been going on for?  How long had Tommy had feelings for you?  And the bigger question, how long had you had feelings for him?  There was no way this had just started a week ago.      

              “Tommy,” you started.

              “I’m sorry for being an ass last week Y/N, I shouldn’t have made you sleep in my bed.”

              He looked so cute with his head buried in his pillow, hair splayed out across it. You didn’t even mind the fact that he smelled like vodka, you were used to it anyway.

              “You didn’t make me do anything,” you said, slowly letting your jacket and shoes fall to the floor.  This was one of your worst ideas and you knew it, but you climbed into bed with Tommy anyway. Wriggling into his side, you caught just a little bit of the Tommy smell you loved so much under the vodka odor. You felt him nuzzle his face in your hair and wrap his arm protectively around your middle.  You could feel his heart beat on your back and wondered if he could tell how fast yours was beating.  Part of you wanted this so bad, but the other part knew it was only going to wind up causing you trouble.  Maybe even costing you your job that you’d worked so hard for.  But being curled up in Tommy’s arms felt so good and it wasn’t long before your eyes drooped shut, the two of you almost asleep.  You felt Tommy pull you closer to him and whisper against your shoulder.

              “I think I love you.”

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