#Because I really want that puppy dog eyed man

[little-bumblebeeee]

"lucid dreams are usually triggered by stress or anxiety"

Me not taking any of my meds and moving everything an inch out of place so I can kiss Steve Harrington on the mouth:

#stranger things #steve harrington #joe keery #djo #Bibble #wheeee #steve harrington x reader #What's that thing where you go to like “desired realities” or whatever #And does it work #Because I really want that puppy dog eyed man #Even for a little bit #Like how do I do it with a short attention span and forgetfulness from getting a concussion #Please teach me #somebody shut me up

[ravensmadreads]

Unhinged totally unasked for thots about Riding Pedro Boys

Authors Note: So this came from me chugging entirely too many energy drinks and then projectile vomiting in Taylors inbox. I'd like to warn you that: English isn't my first language, I have never written smut before, I'm not a real writer, and also I'm trash goblin levels of unhinged about this. That being said; Enjoy and uhh. Forgive me Fandom

JAVIER PEÑA

Javier Pena doesn't let you do it.

Don't @ me LISTEN! (YES I STARTED OFF WITH A CONTROVERSIAL THOT FUCKING BITE ME.)

That man does not have the time, or the patience, or the good sense (the sense is at the other end) to let you ride. He needs the control okay? And sometimes it's not even about the control ! It's the frustration. It piles and piles and piles until he snaps. He needs to do. He will bend you over and work his frustration away until he has had enough and you let him because he needs it. (And lets be real he makes it worth your while every single time)

BUT. When he finally fucking retires, and gets a ranch, and breaths air not tinged with the smells of death, cigarettes and guns for the first time in however many years, and maybe drinks some fucking water, he takes you out on a date. He fumbles through the entire thing, panics because he thinks he blew it, still manages to get you home, gets ridden for the first time in like 6 years, and can't walk straight for an entire day and stammers every time someone asks him why.

JAVIER GUTIERREZ

Javi G loves it. He loves watching you. Gets all puppy dog wide eyed (remember the pool scene face??? Thats it.) and you have to really focus because his look of straight up wonder and awe and bright eyed eagerness makes you want to cry. He's panting like he's running a marathon, running his big hands EVERYWHERE he can reach. He makes you feel worshipped and adored and so very very loved. Thanks you after. For being so amazing, and so wonderful to him, and thanks the universe that he found you. Cause he's sap. You definitely cry after.

JOEL MILLER

(Watch me be controversial again) Joel is fucking tired okay? He has old man bones and creaky joints and his back is achy. Patrol was agony, Jesse wouldn't shut up the entire time, and Tommy was giving him shit, and he has no energy to drill anyone into the mattress (as much as we all want him to). He's just plain tired. He likes you on top. Likes it slow (like a roast chicken on a sunday slow). Enjoys the gradual build up, likes to lean back, watch with half open eyes as you take your time. Wants to indulge in something beautiful at the end of the world, and that something is you. He makes sexy grunting noises, mutters a whole lot of praise ~and filth~ and just y'know. Savours it. 🫠🫠🫠 savours you. 🫠

DIETER BRAVO

Dieter is a maniac. (Leave him alone he has adhd!!) He can't still still for the life of him so you best believe he changes positions 6 times and the only way you're getting to ride is if you're also putting some weight elsewhere. To hold him down! You squeeze his neck once and he MELTS. INSTANTLY. Loses all sense. Starts babbling and whimpering and making extremely pathetic noises. Will definitely buck up and whine. PRAISES YOU. BEGGING. LOUD NOISES.

MAX PHILLIPS

Max is a heathen. He just likes watching you bounce. That's it. That's the post :p

MARCUS PIKE

Marcus P is a romantic. He will be doing the whole "lean forward and try to get kisses in between" while also "moaning and maintaining eye contact" and he's holding you so tight , squeezing your sides and also muttering declarations of love. About how he wants a life with you, and a family, and a home, and a future. How he's going to "make you so happy baby, I promise I will, I swear to you". Doesn't let you off for from on top of him for atleast a half hour after; kissing all over your face and rubbing your back and petting your hair "I meant all of it sweetheart. I want all of you." shsbzgwgsvsg ilovehimsomuch and I've only ever seen gifsets of this man what is wrong with me

MARCUS MORENO

Marcus M is A MENACE. He wears his stupid glasses, and has his stupid shirt off, while he does stupid taxes/meeting plans in bed. You keep throwing side glances and getting increasingly wound up and he just has this gentle smirk but he's mostly ignoring you. You sidle up to him and maybe start kissing his jaw, laying gentle pecks down his neck, and he's still fukcungh working "Baby. I need to finish this. I'm sorry, you need to wait." But that smirk is still there and it's driving you crazy and maybe you keep kissing until you reach his *coughs* and then you're working on getting him interested. You can still hear the fucking pen scratching though and so you go deeper, and he raises an eyebrow. "be good now honey" You're settling in his lap and he has you sitting there until he has finished his paperwork with you whimpering and trying not to squirm because you want to be good you really do and you know he'll make it so much better but he feels so good and when he's finally finally done you get to move but you're so wound up you can't pull yourself together enough to find a rhythm and you're nearly in tears and he has to grip your sides and murmur instructions in your ear and help you until you're satisfied and just when you think he's done, and about to flip you over, he adjusts his grip and starts moving from underneath you until you're crying and he's finished ~which doesnt happen until you've come 2 more times~

DAVE YORK

Dave. Oh my gosh Dave. Dave is a strict dom if ever there was one. With him it's a punishment. He'll tell you to hold off until he's done which is freaking impossible with how deep he gets, and how he likes to warm up his hands on your butt while you're trying desperately to hold onto that last thread of control. He is muttering absolute filth, holding your arms behind your back with one hand while the other is either laying smack after smack or rubbing you furiously all the while he's got the smuggest look. "Don't you dare baby. Be a good girl now. Listen and obey for once". But you can't because he's not fair and he knows it. And when you do finally fall apart he's clenching his teeth trying to hold back himself and his hands are holding you up as you gasp his name like it's the only word you know. He's running his hands down your back and kissing you softly and helping you catch your breath and when you finally get your heart to stop pounding and look up at him, he's watching you with this dangerously soft smile and he goes "oh you're in for it now aren't you honey?" and kisses your forehead while you try not to whimper.

FRANKIE MORALES

Frankie is a soft boy. He loves it. Craves it. He loves giving up control. Wants you to tie him up and have your way until he has no thoughts left in that pretty little head. He is swearing like an absolute sailor the entire time, calling you ma'am, begging to be released so he can kiss you and touch you, absolutely nearly breaks the head board once he was so desperate. Wants to be edged but also is the biggest WIMP about it. Will pout and swear and beg and plead but then want you to deny him again. Will definitely be mumbling absolute nonsense once you're done. Needs all the aftercare. Blushes pink when he gets it. Wraps himself around you like a HUGE koala bear after. ~and returns the edging favour 3 times over when he gets in his Captain Francisco Morales Mood~

JACK DANIELS

BONUS TWO I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT and tumblr won't let me put gifs for:

Jack makes every single cowboy joke known to man. You have to put your hand on his mouth to get him to shut the hell up. His eyes get all glassy when you do. He puts his hat on top of your head and busies himself in your neck (dual benefits: A. He shuts up and B. HICKIES) will definitely drag you on top of him in his Bronco (he likes to show off) will pull up on the side of the road almost 70% of the times you drive together. Bites you over your clothes. Loves the way you grab desperately at this leather jacket. Definitely makes you bend over and 'clean up the mess sugar' before driving like the hounds of hell are after him all the way back home and doing it all over again because "we gotta make you a mama now love"

PERO TOVAR

Pero got married after he came back and retired as a sell sword. His wife is a soft but sassy thing who's a little (read: not at all, she returns his snark twice over) intimidated by him but also thinks he's a good man because he saved her village from raiders. She has seen him grumble and snark at but then also share his food with the orphans who works at the village inn. She's inexperienced (let me live my victorian life) and he doesn't really think he deserves her but also he's not so much an idiot to say no to someone like her. She's the village "healer" and he met her when he got stabbed by one of the raiders (arm wound: not serious.) He has to teach her. She gets shy and flustered, which is a total 180 from her sassy self, and Pero loves it. She makes the most amazing sounds that have him thinking that maybe he did something right in his life to end up in her arms. She wants to please her new husband and asks her married friends for advice and they tell her about this new position. So she asks him, stuttering and tripping over words, if she could try something she heard about? From a friend? She straddles him and Pero loses his mind. He's closing his eyes and clenching his jaw so hard and she's whimpering in the most DELICIOUS way and he's trying so hard to hold back and let her take her pace and she's so worried "am I not doing it right?" Pero has to take 3 deep breaths before he's centred enough to answer and then he helps her. Puts his hands on her hips to guide her. Puts one of her hands on his shoulder "steady now pequenita" and puts the other low on her belly and presses in so she can feel him. Loves the way she cries out. Bends forward to leave little marks everywhere he can reach. She's scrambling at his chest, leaving nail marks he loves, and finally grabbing his hair and pulling until he groans. And when they're both done and sated and sweaty he kisses her, looks her in the eye and winks. "I'm going to have to go thank your friend now, mi esposa."

DIN DJARIN

Din and you dont have time. The razor crest is finally in hyperspace, you got shot at for the 50th time in 2 weeks, (because Murphys Law seems to be the only law Mando never breaks), you're exhausted, sweaty, and the giggly green monster of chaos only made you chase him down from the top of a weapons cabinet twice before he finally decided to take a nap. You're frustrated, and in desperate need of a shower, and a nap, but also you can't get the image of Mando fighting out of your head. Before you know it, the hormones have taken over and you're attacking him in the pilot seat. The bucket is off (I refuse to look at my own reflection in the tin cans helmet while we do the do), he's got you arching into him, your shirt is half torn from the top because Din refuses to wait for "so many fucking buttons Meshla" the gloved hand is squeezing the back of your neck, his mouth is on your chest, his other hand (you only managed to get one glove off) is splayed out on your back. You're riding him like you're trying to break him and his thigh holster? thing (do i look like i can figure out what they're called?) is digging marks into your skin but you're too turned on to care. It's frantic, it's messy, you're PRAYING the tiny green menace stays asleep as you do your best to muffle your sounds. The refresher isn't big enough for a round two, (you still do your best), and your legs feel like jelly, when you finally pass out; curled up on top of the human space heater while he hums Mando'a in your ear.

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TAGGING: @chronically-ghosted (you are a menace but ily)

@fuckyeahdindjarin (here I go trying that writing thing again, stop me pls)

#raven writes #i apologize for all of this #idk what came over me #i was possessed #and taylor refused to sedate me #javier pena x reader #dieter bravo x reader #javier gutierrez x reader #joel miller x reader #marcus moreno x reader #marcus pike x reader #dave york x reader #pero tovar x reader #din djarin x reader #max phillips x reader #frankie morales x reader #jack daniels x reader

[xhoneygirlxx]

Life Sized

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary: After a spell gone wrong, Eddie Munson is stuck with a real life Lucky Lucy doll.

warnings: fluff. slight angst. grump x sunshine reader. cussing. mentions of Eddie dealing. strangers to friends. Reader is a doll, "Lucky Lucy", however because she's made up skin tone, body type, and ethnicity is not mentioned. Eddie calls reader doll/Luce/Lucy Reader does wear Eddie's clothes. Reader and Eddie are around 20 (even though reader is a doll, she's been out for about 20 something years). 90s era.

*if I missed anything please let me know!

a/n: hi my loves! I'm so sorry for the wait but life was hectic for the past few days with schedule changes and birthday plans. I want to let you guys know I am slightly hung over so this might now be the best. Anyway, thank you guys for joining me on this birthday adventure! Love you guys :)

Cause we are living in a material world

And I am a material girl

“Woah woah woah woah woah,” Eddie waves hand back and forth, eyes closed as he tries to process what he just heard, “You did what?” 

Sighing heavily, Dustin stands up from the well loved couch that sits in the Munson’s trailer. “If you listened the first time you would have heard me. I said, I went to the crazy lady’s store in the hopes of bringing Chews back from the dead because I can’t watch my mom cry anymore. Before I created a monster out of a dead cat, we decided to practice on Mike’s sister’s doll,” Turning his body slightly, Dustin points to the pretty girl that sits in the recliner. 

“It didn’t work but when we woke up this morning she was sitting there.” The curly haired boy stares at the older boy in front of him, semi out of breath from his fast speaking. 

“Let me get this straight, you went to the one place that is off limits to everyone in Hawkins, bought a book of spells, and then brought a doll to life, only to bring said doll to my house?” His voice is loud enough to ricochet off the thin walls. 

“Well you said everything I just said, but yeah pretty much.” The young boy nods causing the curls of his hair to bounce. 

“Nuh uh, no, I don’t want any parts of this.” Shaking his head, Eddie begins to push the younger boy towards the door. 

“Eddie please,”  Will begs from his spot on the couch, “We have no one else to turn to.” 

“Yeah, come on Eddie, we need our dungeon master.” Lucas adds, knocking his shoulder into Mike who stays quiet on the arm of the sofa. 

“Hey don’t bring me into this, I didn’t want to do it.” Mike throws his hands up defensively, only to change his answer when the other two boys give him a stern look. 

“I-I mean, Eddie, we need your help.” It comes out more like a question than a plea but it’s the best they're going to get out of the black haired boy. 

Locking eyes with the older man who still has a hand on his shoulder, Dustin does his best to give the world's cutest puppy dog eyes. 

“Please, Eddie. I need you.” It’s quiet and sincere, and because it’s coming from Dustin it goes straight to Eddie’s heart, tugging tightly on the strings. 

Fuck why did he have to have such a soft spot for the kid. 

“I swear to Ozzy himself, if you don’t fix this in twenty four hours, your ass is grass.” A ringed finger is pointed at Dustin, his eyes going semi cross eyed from watching it wag in his face. 

Turning his body quickly, Eddie points his finger to the other three boys who sit wide eyed on the couch. “And that goes for you three. Your asses will be hanging right next to Wayne’s mugs if it doesn’t get fixed. Capiche?” 

When all four heads nod vigorously, Eddie straightens his posture and releases a sigh so loud it sounds like all the air from his lungs came out.

"Can I just say, you remind me of Lucky Lars! He has cool tattoos and long hair like you too!" You're looking right at him, eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Jesus H. Christ, there's really a talking doll in my house." Eddie's voice sounds like a whining child as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Alright it seems like everything is fine here, so we're gonna go ahead and leave." Before Eddie can stop Dustin or the rest of the younger boys, they're already out the door and gone.

"Great, just fucking great." Slapping a hand down to his thigh, Eddie spins on his heel and heads to the kitchen. He needs a fucking beer, or maybe six, either way he needs something to get him through this nightmare.

Opening the fridge, he grabs a cold can of pbr and gulps it right down without taking one breath. The liquid goes down so smooth and for a minute Eddie seems to forget the predicament he's in. Then you speak and he's instantly brought back to reality.

"Um, excuse me sir," It comes out so graceful and sweet and he hates it.

Without moving his head in your direction, he spits an angry "what" at you - teeth gritting and fist clenching. A part of him regrets being mean with you, it's not your fault this whole shitshow happened.

"I um, just wanted to ask if everything was okay." He hates that your pretty face is scrunched up with so much sadness and that he's the cause of it.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

"Yeah, just peachy." It's forced through his tight lip smile.

"Oh well that's great!" You annoyingly clap your hands together and he winces at the sound. "When can we go shopping?"

Eddie didn't know who he wanted to kill more, you, Dustin, or himself. Why he even agreed to taking you to Starcourt was beyond him, but God was the whole experience horrible. You commented on every single thing, stopped and looked at mundane objects, and ooh'd and awee'd every time you stepped in a new store.

Every store you walked into, you left with multiple bags, which Eddie had to carry. To make matters worse he had to pay for everything, burning a hole right through his drug dealing money. You're a doll for heaven sake, why the hell would you have money?

On the way home you would not stop talking about the whole experience, comparing everything to Lucy's Lucky Land. To make matters worse, you wouldn't stop touching the radio until you landed on the most ear bleeding pop song.

The moment the two of you arrived back at the trailer, Eddie realized he couldn't escape this nightmare. He was stuck with you until those little shit heads could come up with a solution to the problem.

"Alright, just uh.. put your bags somewhere in the corner." Eddie instructs, pointing in the cleanest corner of his bedroom.

Pink heels step on the brown shag carpet of his room, eyes traveling around as you take everything in. It was completely different from what you were used to, clothes scattered everywhere, cups and dishes stacked up, and posters with names you've never heard of.

It amazes you just like everything else you've seen today. You've never seen a room like this, not even the boy's back home had rooms like this. With wide eyes and agape mouth, you spin around with open arms, just like you did when you walked into the mall.

"Oh, Eddie! This is so beautiful!" With your bags still in hand, you sit down on the mess that is his bed.

"Oh my lucky stars!" You gasp, "Your bed is so soft!" Proving your point, you bounce on your butt causing the springs to creak with every movement.

Eddie watches from the doorway, unamused by your entertainment.

"Ugh yeah, it's a bed. Don't you have those in Lucky Land of Lucy or whatever it's called." Crossing his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow in questioning.

"It's Lucy's Lucky Land," you correct him, still smiling ear to ear, "and yes we do have beds! Our beds are made of plastic though, not bouncy like this one!" Sliding the bags from your arms, you continue to bounce but now you use your arms to make yourself go higher.

"Right, I should've known." He drawls.

Crossing into the room, Eddie starts taking off his vest and leather jacket, followed by his heavy boots. He doesn't realize that you've stopped bouncing, now honed in on his movements.

Turning around from where he stands by his dresser, he's met with the sight of you trying to take your shirt off.

"H-hey now, let's not do that." Turning his head to the side so he doesn't see anything he's not supposed to, he stretches his arms out to stop your hands from moving.

"Did I do something wrong?" You're so sincere when you say it, innocence dripping off of you like raindrops on a flower's petals.

"You can't just start taking your clothes off, Luce." His eyes are still to the floor, cheeks glowing red from the flush that's creeped it's way there.

"But I thought that's what you were doing." It sounds dejected and Eddie chances a look at you and he instantly regrets it.

There you sit on his messy, old, stain ridden bed, glossy pout on your lips and eyes glassy with tears. In that moment he sees you, the girl that's been nothing but sunshine and rainbows all day, the girl that's taken every indirect insult he threw with a smile on your face, now reduced to tears because of him.

"No, sweetheart, I was just taking off my shoes and jacket. When it's ready to change I'll let you do it in privacy." He tried his best to explain to you not wanting to upset you anymore.

"Are you mad at me?" You sniffle.

His eyes study your face, watching the tears roll down the plush skin of your cheeks. The more he looks, the worse his frown gets. "Why would I be mad at you?"

"B-because you d-don't want m-me here. I-I didn't mean to r-ruin your life Eddie." Tears now fall like a stream of water and words are being choked out through hiccups.

Eddie can feel all the blood drain from his body, cemented to the floor of his room. You're reduced to tears and snot because you think he hates you. He made you feel this way through constant eye rolls and loud huffs. You've been nothing but kind to him, trying everything in your power to get him to have one decent conversation with you. Yeah, there were some things he couldn't wrap his mind around when it came to you, especially when you tried to chase down a squirrel in pure curiosity, but you were trying.

Just this afternoon were you dropped off in a stranger's home, new to everything in the world, with not one single clue about life outside of your little playland. You didn't ask to be brought to life, you didn't ask for any of this but Eddie made it your problem the minute you opened your mouth.

He doesn't know what to do or say, he just stands there completely silent watching your shiny exterior crumble to nothing.

"I j-just wanted to be y-your friend b-but you hate me." Your small palms catch your face, your sobs now echoed in the curve of your hands.

"Lucy," Eddie walks over to you, dropping to his knees in front of you, "I don't hate you, okay?"

Separating two of your fingers, you peek at him from the comfort of your hiding spot and quickly retreat when brown eyes peer into yours.

"Lucy,” He calls but you don't move.

"Luuuccy," This time it's sung but still no movement from you.

Releasing a deep breath, he tries to think of something that will make you happy.

"I guess I'll just have to find someone else to play with my hair." Shagging his shoulders, Eddie sighs sadly and drops his head.

"I can play with your hair?" You sniffle, face still shining with the wetness of your tears.

Craning his head back to you, he smiles softly and nods his head. In an instant your jumping up from the bed, clapping your hands together in happiness.

"So what kind of jobs do they have in Lucy Land?" Eddie asks, wincing slightly from your finger untangling a knot in his hair.

"Oh we have so many! I've been a fashion designer, model, singer, baker, doctor, and a ballerina!" Your fingers continue to intertwine sections of the curly brown hair, trying to be as delicate as possible.

"Then there's Lars, the one you remind me of, and he's an action star. Then there's Lance who is a race car drive. Linda is a teacher, Lorelai is a painter, Lily is a florist, and then there's Larry, he doesn't have a job."

"Why doesn't Larry have a job?" He asks, flinching slightly when you pull a little too hard for his liking.

"Cause he's Larry." You say nonchalantly.

Pulling the scrunchie from Eddie's wrist, you tie off the first braid before moving on to the next one.

"What's your job?" It's an innocent question but it still makes him choke on his drink.

"I ugh, I uh work in sales?" It's the best answer he can come up with, not wanting to explain what drug dealing means to your innocent ears.

You continue to tug on his hair, pulling and twisting strands. "What's that?"

"I sell things." Blood rushes to the tips of his ears and apples of his cheeks.

"Like what?"

Eddie would rather deal with the yanking of his hair than answer this question. He racks his brain for an answer, letting a small pause settle over the conversation.

"I sell brownies to people." Doing his best to shrug, embarrassment sinking to the pit of his stomach.

"Oh my golly!!! I love making brownies," You gasp and then pause for a moment, "but in my world our ovens and food are fake, so I wouldn't know how to do it in your world."

"Wait, so what do you eat?" Eyebrows are pinched together in confusion.

"Oh Eddie, you're so silly." You giggle, reaching for his other wrist that adorns the pink scrunchie.

Tying the end of his braid, you pat his shoulders gently, "All done."

The lanky boy stretches from his position on the floor, knees creaking from the movements. Walking over to his mirror, calloused fingers run over the french braids, shocked by how neat they are.

"Wow," he whispers, "They look really good, doll." Eyes still trailing over his hair, head moving side to side making sure to see every angle.

"They look so good because I had such a pretty model." Your lips are sprawled out into a smile.

Eddie finds himself blushing again, bats swarming around in his tummy and heart skipping multiple beats. Trying his best to shake it off, he claps his hands together and spins to face you.

"How about I make you my famous mac and cheese for payment?"

"Who knew food could be so good?" A satisfied sigh falls from your lips.

"Yeah, who would've thought?" Eddie snorts, sarcasm soaking his words.

Leaning back onto the couch, your eyes flutter shut in contentment. Your hands sit folded on top of your belly, shoeless feet propped up on the coffee table in front of you.

Eddie lets you enjoy your food coma, picking up the empty bowls and walking them to the sink. He decides it would be better if he washes them now, not wanting Wayne to get home and bitch him out for having a full sink.

Once the dishes are done and dried, he walks back into the small living room and is met with the sight of you sleeping. Long eyelashes fall on the tops of your cheeks, your permanent smile still sits on your pretty glossed lips, and small snores falling from your nose.

For a moment he just looks at you, eyes following the lines of your features for the first time all day. When you first showed up, he could see that you were pretty and during the mall trip he'd find little details he hadn't noticed before, but right now he's really taking his time to admire you.

You're so beautiful, flawless really, and man did he get lucky having you crash into his life. You're a doll, something that's made of plastic, but nothing about you screams fake. You're so sweet and kind, always quick to accept whatever apology he gives you when he's been shitty.

Your spirit and energy shines brightly through you, bringing light to the darkness of his reality like the sun coming out on a cloudy day. You're all pink and sparkles, glitter and fluff, while he's black and spikes. For all the bad in the world, you remind Eddie of all the good.

He doesn't hate you, in fact he likes you and he wants to have you around for a bit longer. He wants to be friends with you, teach you about the real world and everything it has to offer. For the first time today Eddie realizes that this might not be so bad, not when he gets to relive all the cool things in life with you by his side.

Stalking over to you, he gently shakes your shoulder. "Luce, hey Lucy. Come on, s'time to wake up."

Squinting from the harsh yellow lighting of the room, your lips pout slightly from the rude intrusion of your slumber.

"Come on, Luce. We're gonna go to bed now." Holding out a hand to you, Eddie helps you stand up from the couch.

"I don't have jammies." You sound like a small child, voice quiet and hushed from how tired you are.

"What did you get at the mall then?" Leading you to the edge of the bed, he helps you sit down.

"I bought cute clothes to wear during the day." You shrug, rubbing your eye with the back of your hand.

"Of course you did." It's quiet enough so you can't hear, fingers rubbing hard over his forehead. "Alright, well I have something you can wear."

Digging through his drawers, Eddie finds an old Hellfire shirt and a pair of sweatpants from high school he doesn't wear anymore. Walking back over to you, he hands you the clothes and instructs you to change when he leaves the room and to call for him when you're done.

When your groggy voice echoes from behind the closed door, he slowly creeps in. You're still sitting in the same spot now wearing his clothes.

"Everything fit okay?" You nod, eyes growing heavier the longer you're up.

"Good, good. Well let me help you," Eddie leans over you, trying to fluff up the pillows the best that he can. Pulling the covers back, he tucks you into place.

"I'll be sleeping on the couch, so if you need anything just call my name and I'll be back." Giving you a tight lipped smile, he turns to shut the bedside lamp off.

"Eds?" Your voice cuts off his actions. "Can you sleep in here with me?" You blink up at him tiredly, still as beautiful as ever.

"How about I sleep on the floor next to you? Is that okay?" Eddie offers and you quickly accept with a sleepy smile and a lazy nod.

"Okay let me grab some extra blankets from the closet and change, then I'll be in." He reassures and you wiggle around in a tiny dance making his chuckle.

"Hey Eddie," Again you cut his movements short, "Thanks for being my best friend. I like being here with you." Your smile is shy, fingers nervously picking at the frayed edges of the blanket.

"I like being with you too. Thanks for being my best friend." The two of you beam at one another, letting the warmth of your budding friendship sink into both of you.

Leaving the room Eddie makes sure to shut the door behind him. Before he digs for any kind of blanket, he moves to the phone that sits on the wall. Punching the numbers fast, he looks back to make sure you haven't left your spot.

After a few rings, the other line finally picks up to his relief.

"I know it's late but ugh," He checks the door one more time just in case, "Forget what I said earlier. Yeah, she's gonna be staying here for a bit longer."

After hanging up the phone and grabbing whatever he needed, he heads back into the room where you're now sound asleep. Throwing a pillow to the floor, he shuts off the light and lays down.

For a moment it's quiet, the darkness of the room lulling him to sleep quickly. Before his eyes slam shut, your arm snakes out from under the blanket, your awaiting palms sitting there for him. Without hesitation, he grabs on and holds it for dear life.

Yeah, having you around won't be so bad.

Thank you guys for reading! love you all <3

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#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #honey's birthday bash #honey's holiday celebrations

[epicqtefail]

I get so much joy whenever I go through the games scenes and notice just how often Connor uses his sad puppy eyes on Hank. The highly advanced deviant hunter, who can end the game remaining a persistent machine, constantly pouts and pleads to get his way, and it only really works on one man.

:''D connor is so hilariously shameless isnt he, he's got a haughtiness about him where he obviously wants to be viewed as stoic and professional in a way where you'd believe he'd find pouting and pleading to be degrading to that image but he really doesn't give a shit if it gets him his way. He's so funny with how he flip flops between being aggressive and assertive to "pwease lieutenant 5 more minutes 🥺" he says "PLEASE" quite a lot and never out of politeness.

I think hank really threw him for a loop with how unpredictable he is which forced connor to gracelessly stumble through all his persuasion tactics until falling back on unsubtle puppy-eyed pleading which is just so funny, even funnier that it works (..maybe he saw the dog hairs on hank's chair and knew it would work).

and i have trouble imagining it working on anyone but Hank. every other human is too wary of him which is such an interesting thing because i would have assumed Hank would be the only one immune to connor's bullshit where everyone else falls for it, but its the reverse :''D

and by the time he gets to jericho he's either playing Tough Guy or is a legitimate lost puppy but i would have loved to see him try the puppy eyes on Markus.. makes me think of this hilarious art by Connorsjorts :'') not puppy eyes but way funnier <3

#im so sorry this is extra rambly and whats the word #not cohesive #not exactly but kinda haha #yolk is scrambled

[aclowntiny]

can you plz do first _ with yuyu for example: first kiss, first hand holding, first ily, first date, first puppy etc ><

CONGRATS BTW YKU WORKED SO HARD AND I AM SO PROUD!!!

Ooh I like this I would have never thought of that! So cute 🥺 can't wait to do this with all the members! & thank you sweetie 🥹🥰

Yunho + Firsts (Gender Neutral Reader)

(This picture gives off such out with your bf vibes 🥺)

First Date: He may have asked you out beneath beautiful blossoms, but your first date is at the zoo. He bounces like a puppy at the adorable way the baby pandas roll, holding out his phone for videos. There’s a photo op that gives you panda ears, so of course Yunho pulls you over to it for a shot! You guys probably also get matching gift shop plushies too.

First Time Holding Hands: On your first date! It’s a little step forward in affection for sure, but it feels right even though it happens by accident. It’s a bit of a run to get to the next round of aviary entrances and Yunho really wants to make it, to get a chance to feed the beautiful birds and maybe even have them land on you! In his excitement he grabs your hand, tugging you into his little jog to the pay booth.

First Kiss: You guys have a few dates before the first kiss. Neither of you mind, enjoying each other’s company and valuing that more than anything physical- Yunho makes that clear from the start! He wants that moment to be very traditional and romantic, so he knows the moment will come to him when it’s right. That moment comes at your doorstep after your first nice dinner together, when he tells you what a wonderful time he had, reminds you how beautiful you are, before cupping your cheek lightly and following your leaning lead to connect your lips.

First ‘I Love You’: It isn’t something you do, some concrete action that sets the gears turning in Yunho’s head. It’s just the joy, the sheer completion he feels in your presence, the way you don’t have to do anything to make him smile. Facts about each other fall naturally from both of your lips. So when he sees you all dressed up for an extra nice night out, smiling up to your eyes not at the gifts in his hand, but at him, it only cements his decision. When you ask him why he’s showering you with all that he is, he smiles widely and the answer comes out as easy as it would be to say his own name. “Because I love you, (y/n), that’s why.”

First Fight: In all honesty, it takes a long time for you guys to fight. Yunho isn’t an aggressive or argumentative person, so he doesn’t get angry easily or enjoy picking fights. The argument you guys have is small, but it feels heavier due to being your first fight. He hadn’t been sure if he could make plans of yours and cancelled last minute. You completely understood, but it was still very upsetting so you snapped a little and he shot back. You guys felt terrible and apologized quickly, though, hearts dropping at the thought of hurting the other.

First Anniversary: The first milestone is your hundred days. Yunho goes very classic, taking you out to lunch in the cutest café he could find and gifting you a set of matching couple rings! And playfully swapping them, of course, to see if each one fits both of you! By the look in his eyes as he slides your ring on your finger, you wonder if he’s thinking about another chance he could have to do that a little further down the line…

First Pet: Your first pet is a puppy! We all think of Yuyu as a dog person, and I think this would fully carry through as he muses on wanting a puppy, prompting you to surprise him for Valentine’s Day with the new fluffy baby! It’s important to adopt, not shop, so to get your golden retriever you research a rescue. You know he’s yours the moment you see him, big and wide-eyed as he jumps into your arms. When he came there, it was with a broken leg, and your heart melts at the pictures of him in his little cast. Yunho names him Hero because your little man is a survivor 💛

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #yunho #yunho x reader #yunho x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #fluff #firsts with ateez #ask #txt-yaomi #requested

[luvyeni]

thinking about perv!seungmin rn cause him as a hard dom is giving me brain rot. i’ve seen so many people be quick to put him in the bottom category but i swear he is menace who will wreck your body and mentality. he could break you with just humiliating words. also thinking about he would humiliate you in front of people as well

-🍓

it's the puppy like boyfriend facade, they don't see the devil in that man 🍓anon

perv!seungmin who is mean to you in the privacy of your own home , he'll basically torture you , he'll randomly come up to you and demand something, "take your panties and skirt off." "w..what?" "can't you hear dummy, take your panties and skirt."

perv!seungmin who humiliates you, and then humiliates you even more when he see's that you're turned on. "you really got on all fours like a dog." "you're really getting turned on by this , you're dripping, you're about to make a mess on the floor."

perv!seungmin who will record you , and threaten to post it to the internet, "you're so lewd , you look like a pornstar, should i post it , make some money?" "n..no" "then come suck me off and i'll think about it , hurry up slut."

perv!seungmin who will also humiliate you in front of other people , watching their eyes go wide is the best part, "p..please turn it off." "i gave you your clothed back because i didn't want jeongin to see you as the slut you are , but those can easily be taken away , i said stop complaining." "turn what off?" "she has a vibrator in."

perv!seungmin who fucks you in the most humiliating ways , have you all teary eyed , wearing nothing but a collar. "you see that camera , if you cum before i tell you , im gonna send the footage to the group chat."

perv!seungmin who doesn't like you cum , he just pulls out after abusing your cunt, cumming on your naked body. "p..please let me cum." "you don't deserve it, you lucky i even came on you , i didn't want it to go to waste , now smile while i take some pictures."

#luvyeni: skz hard thoughts #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #skz smut #skz scenarios #skz headcanons #stray kids imagines #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids smut #kpop smut #stray kids x reader #seungmin hard hours #seungmin hard thoughts #seungmin headcanons #kim seungmin smut #seungmin smut #kim seungmin hard hours #seungmin imagines #seungmin x reader

[lizhly-writes]

hi. it's sqh/yqy again. you're going to need to read the preceding segment of this for it to make sense.

1 - Critical Failure!

The thing about Yue Qingyuan was that he was really fucking good at this whole cultivation thing. It wasn't for nothing that OP protagonist son Bing-ge had to catch Yue Qingyuan in a trap first to get a good chance at killing him! Even now, years before he'd really hit his prime, Yue Qingyuan was the perfect model cultivator, with a strong and expertly trained body, and, relevantly to this situation, actually pretty fast and possessed of a very good reaction time.

All this to say, Shang Qinghua got out the window.

He did not get much further than the window, because Yue Qingyuan also dove out the window (gracefully!) and (less gracefully!) proceeded to bodily tackle Shang Qinghua.

There was some rolling and shouting and flailing involved. Let it not be said that Shang Qinghua went down without a fight! Or at least without some screaming and crying!

Yue Qingyuan still managed to pin Shang Qinghua down, because of course he did.

"I'm not a chair, stop sitting on me!"

"Just a moment, I really do--" Yue Qingyuan paused to deal with Shang Qinghua's elbow to his face and also slam it down so Shang Qinghua couldn't elbow him again -- "appreciate -- your concern. But there's really no need to bother Shen-shidi with these things, so if you could just -- hold still--"

"Hahaha, no way bro!" Shang Qinghua said, and bit him.

Was this a smart decision? Not really, but it sure was satisfying!

Yue Qingyuan made a noise that could have been an aborted swear. "Shang-shidi, I don't think that was necessary."

"Necessary is a subjective term!" Shang Qinghua said. "It's necessary to turn in paperwork, but have you seen how many people I need to chase down for that?? Clearly the definition isn't universal!"

"That's not the same --"

"It's absolutely the same!"

"You don't bite them!"

"And what if I did? Maybe I should!! Maybe they'll learn to fill out the requisition forms correctly then!!!"

"That isn't--" Yue Qingyuan exhaled. "This isn't... are you... still going to tell Qingqiu?"

"I don't know, am I???"

"It's... private. Please don't tell him."

"If I don't, will you?"

Yue Qingyuan laughed. It was an empty and unpleasant sound. "He wouldn't want me reminding him how I failed." His head drooped down, closer to Shang Qinghua's chest. "I broke my promise, Shang-shidi. Who wants to hear about that again?"

...Was Yue Qingyuan about to cry on him?

.Wow! This situation was already uncomfortable! It was about to get even more uncomfortable!

"If I say I won't," Shang Qinghua wheedled, "then will you get off me."

Having the thighs of a strong and beautiful cultivator on either side of him was the stuff of the shitty romance novels he still liked reading. Every man's dream! Super sexy! Except the romance novels never accounted for when the cultivator was about to have a nervous breakdown! Opposite of sexy, actually!

"You still want to tell him, don't you?" Yue Qingyuan said. "I don't think it'll be better that way. Even if it's you and not me -- especially if it's you and not me -- won't it be worse? Wouldn't he just be angry that I couldn't tell him myself?"

"Isn't this conversation pointless if you're not planning on telling him yourself?" Shang Qinghua said.

Yue Qingyuan looked down at him with big, sad eyes. "Qinghua, please don't say anything."

Ah? Aaah?? Was Yue Qingyuan trying puppy-dog eyes? That wasn't going to work, Yue-shixiong! Too bad! People did that on An Ding everyday! Shang Qinghua was immune! He had no sympathy!

"Don't cry on me," Shang Qinghua said.

Yue Qingyuan laughed again.

Somebody choked.

It was... not Shang Qinghua. It was very much a sound Shang Qinghua would make, but...

Shang Qinghua tilted his head back, and there it was. A little Qiong Ding disciple coming through the brush, scroll in hand, probably playing messenger boy. He was staring at them, wide-eyed and white-faced.

Shang Qinghua suddenly became horribly aware of his position -- Yue Qingyuan on top of him, straddling his hips, pinning his hands over his head, both of them disheveled and breathing hard. He'd been bucking up to try to get Yue Qingyuan off, but at first glance, it looked like... well, that he was, ha, trying to get Yue Qingyuan off. You know, the other way.

"Ah," Yue Qingyuan said, in the tone of someone who was experiencing the same revelation as Shang Qinghua and was just beginning to conceptualize the impact of it on his honorable and righteous reputation.

This would be really funny if Shang Qinghua was not involved.

"I see Da-shixiong is busy with private matters!" squeaked the little Qiong Ding shidi. "Sorry to interrupt! I'll come back later!"

"That's not necessary," Yue Qingyuan began, hastily straightening up. Ah, but that was too little, too late. Shidi was already way out of earshot and disappearing into the distance, clearly intent on respecting the privacy of Da-shixiong.

"So," Shang Qinghua said conversationally, "what are the chances your shidi is going to tell everyone not to disturb you because you're busy?" He put as much suggestiveness in the last word as he possibly could, just so Yue Qingyuan got the point.

Yue Qingyuan winced. "Yan-shidi is... not subtle."

"So everyone's going to know this happened."

"... Likely, yes."

"And they're all going to think we were about to fuck nasty outside."

"Um," Yue Qingyuan said.

Yue Qingyuan was still sitting on him.

Shang Qinghua let the back of his head hit the ground with a thump. "Fuck."

#sqh/yqy #svsss #my writing #shang qinghua #yue qingyuan

[recreationalfanfics]

Hiya! So happy to see another loki fan!

Could you do him and a bubbly, optimistic y/n! Real puppy dog energy, but she's also kind of clever. Like people underestimate her because they think shes ditzy, maybe loki did at first too, but she really just sees the bright side of stuff and is high energy, so they're actually really smart!

Srry this was so long!!! Have a great day!

YES! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS PROMPT SO MUCH THANK YOU♡

- CONSIDERING THE EGO OF THIS MAN, HE DEFINETLY HAD THE GALL TO UNDERESTIMATE YOU. I mean, look at you. So bright eyed and happy, you were chatting with your fellow peers and your enemies alike knowing full well you're entering this contest that will costs the lives of many people.

- He thought you were niave really or maybe just really stupid. I mean, you often got lost in the arena, you were so unaware of your surroundings at times that you would just casually walk into objects and then proceeded to apologize to them, and overall seemed so happy and enthusiastic even though you were losing.

- He never saw your frown fall and he always found that interesting, as your fellow human was sent to Niflhiem, there was no sadness in your eyes. Obviously no one else noticed because they were too busy grieving but Loki did and thats how his interest in you starts.

- One day he corners you to ask about why you smiled despite the fact that it looked like humanity was doomed. No one knows what happened, Brunhilde just watched as you walked away and Loki followed you.

- Since then, people are so baffled by how close you and the God of Mischief are now. The way you two started talking to one another as if you weren't on completely opposite sides, decorating his nails with nail polish that you somehow acquired, and overall just glued to the hip.

- Sometimes you're a bit clumsy, like when your eyes light up when you look at Loki and run over to him, only to trip over your own feet but he just teleports and grabs you by your waist by teasing you about how clumsy you are.

- You always find his tricks amusing and even let him know what he could do to make them even "funnier", you're the only person who actually has a sense of humor because while Ragnarok was fun, everyone was so terribly serious sometimes but at least you knew how to have a little fun.

- Loves how openly affectionate you are with him, he is pretty touchy but not obnoxiously so, yeah he'll have his arms wrapped around you here and there but you're the one who just grabs his face when he floats upside down and covers it kisses or playing with his hair absentmindedly as he tells you about his latest prank he pulled.

- He also never really annoys you, even when he is being a little mean at times. The gods see it go over your head and they feel bad for you but they don't actually know when he says passive-aggressive things, you're not really bothered because you know he's a sore loser and you had just finished beating him in a game that you were simply too good at. He never goes too far but its clear he's still sulking.

- The gods aren't sure how but you've somehow managed to get Loki wrapped around your little finger almost as much as you're wrapped around his. Some gods admit that it's strange to see Loki so absent but they assume that he's just manipulating you and you just happen to be the new toy he's playing with since you seem like you mean well, but they also don't think you're all that bright.

- That doesn't mean that they don't enjoy your company, you're very fun to talk to but conversations are always cut short because of Loki's possessiveness.

- He especially hates it when Hermes mentions some boring fact about Greece and what it was like back in the day and somehow you get interested and start asking him questions and Loki just rolls his eyes in annoyance as this conversation goes on for LONGER THAN HE WANTS IT TOO.

- Zeus gets curious as to why Brunhilde lets you near the God's so much or why she let's you near Loki in general.

- Zeus: "If I were you, I'd be very concerned or at the very least, pick a new champion. Who knows what sick game Loki is playing at?"

- Brunhilde can't resist that mischievous smile and looks at Zeus with a raised eyebrow, "Really? I don't think they're really playing any games with each other and even if they were, Loki wouldn't be the one I was worried about."

The day of your fight came, everyone felt bad for you because the Gods had pitted you against their wisest diety. The humans weeped, after all, you were such a delightful soul but you stood know chance against such a revered and knowledgeable God. Göll was horrified as she started to tear up, you had become something like a big sister too her in your time here. Always comforting her after she lost her sisters and reassuring her that their sacrifices won't be in vain.

"I-I...We can't lose her too, Brunhilde!" Göll weeded. Bruhilde looked at you as you entered the ring, the both of you sharing a crimson smile.

"We won't, Göll." She assured.

While Heimdall was doing introductions, Loki was floating upside down and kicking his feet excitedly when you walked out. It wasn't uncommon for him to switch sides but for the first time since Ragnarok started, he was rooting for the humans.

"You seem quite happy. Aren't you worried about her?" Hermes noted. Loki turned his head towards him slightly: "Hmm? No. Not really. Why?"

Shiva speaks up, "Hey, I like that little mortal as much as the next God but she's...kinda out of her league this round, isn't she? I mean...look at who they're going against."

The round starts and your battlefield takes place in a clock tower where gears grinded and other mechanics clanked and clacked loudly. Your opponent looks at you smugly as you play with your divine weapon, a bouncing ball.

"I know, I feel bad for the poor God." Loki snickered, "After all, she's is quite clever when she wants to be~"

The very first thing you do, much to everyone's surprise, is throw your ball into one of the gears. The God against you taunts you for creating such a dumb mistake and you just smile at them, shrugging your shoulders carelessly.

"I can't watch this." Shiva groans, looking away. The green haired God smiled: "Aw, but you're gonna miss the good part!"

As they charge at you, you seem completely unbothered, standing still in one place. As they went to attack you, something sounds like it breaks and one of the giant gears hits the God into the side of the arena. Sending them crashing into the other gears, they try to shake it off and go after you again but realizes that one of their garments is caught in the gears, causing them to stay stuck.

Everyone watches from the screen and the God's can sense something is about to happen.

"What on Earth is going on?" Aphrodite frowned, confused as to why you haven't done ANYTHING to attack. Thor looks at Loki and narrows his eyes: "What did you mean by she was clever earlier?"

"Exactly what I said. Wisdom is fun and all if you're boring, you can know everything all you want. But cleverness is all about using the area and everything around you. Sometimes even the people." Loki smirked as he looked at the other Gods.

During your fight, the God still hasn't been able to get loose and your ball that was stopping the two gears from moving couldn't handle the pressure of being squeezed into two different directions before it finally shot out of the gears and directly at the God. With such force that their body which was struggling to be untangled now went limp and everyone gasped, the ball now having created a clean hole through the God's chest. You tilted your head as you looked at the camera, directly towards Brunhilde.

"Was that really it? I've had checkers matches that lasted longer."

The gods are horrified, unable to comprehend how their colleague could have been beaten so easily by a human like you. Meanwhile when humanity recovered from the shock, they cheered with such ferocity and excitement as you walked out of the stadium, your valkyrie appearing beside you and suffering from a killer headache and you apologized sweetly but congratulated her for being such an awesome partner.

"W-What just happened!?" Ares demanded, turning around to glare at the God of Mischief, "DID YOU HELP HER!?"

"Hmm? Oh, nah. She did it all by herself, can you believe that?" Loki grinned. Zeus grabbed him by his shoulder warningly: "Loki...if I found out you betrayed us for a mortal-"

Loki looked shocked but then laughed, his hand covering his mouth and tears nearly forming at the corners of his eyes.

"Please, don't tell me you didn't notice anything off about (Y/n)? Even I knew it but I thought you'd all see it. Although, I can't blame you, she nearly had me fooled." He sang in a know it all manner, "That's why I went to talk to her after Adam's match, after all, she was so chipper...a bit too happy. You know what she told me that day when I asked her why?"

The Gods all stayed silent, Loki kept them in suspense before quoting those exact words you told him: "that she couldn't wait to see the look on your faces when she avenged her friends."

They looked at him and then at you, who was now waving at the cameras and even blew a kiss at where Loki was.

"She...She was acting the whole time?" Hermes frowned.

"You knew?" Odin finally spoke up, rising to his full height and standing in front of Loki. Loki only lowered himself onto his chair and brought his knees to his chest, "I wasn't sure. After all, she complimented my boots right after so I assumed it was her optimism but I had my suspicions. I didn't know for sure until this battle. It's terrifying, isn't it? How she played us into just giving her a win on a silver platter."

Loki then bit his nail with a smile, a blush on his face growing as the Gods were realizing how you'd play them for fools the entire time.

"She's so perfect.♡"

#record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok #ror x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #snv x reader #ror loki #ror loki x reader #snv loki #Loki x reader ror #loki x reader snv #loki x reader record of ragnarok

[daenerysies]

why are alicent stan’s so gleeful about what the show has done to her character? book-wise she was an antagonistic, ambitious, manipulative woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it; versus the show, where she has been turned into a constant victim to the men around her with no autonomy or agency what-so-ever. whether it’s otto, viserys, aegon, larys, she’s been reduced to a hypocritical, bitter, puppy-eyed woman with no want for anything in her own life; just a doll to be played around with and eventually discarded.

instead of being the calculating and intelligent woman who dog walks viserys up until his death (and even after) she's now his victim because of the decision to age her down to 15 rather than 18 like her canon age, and in turn age viserys up in order to further emphasize the age-gap and power dynamics. she is portrayed as an abusive mother on screen (physically and mentally to aegon, mentally to helaena and aemond), falling into the 'abused becomes the abuser' trope, which is a rather harmful stereotype. she told aegon that he would be king, but then began having 'second thoughts' when the actual usurpation took place, of which she apparently had no idea, "am i to understand that members of the small council have been planning secretly to install my son without me?" once again reducing her to a pawn of the men around her. these second thoughts took place because of her apparent 'reconciliation' with rhaenyra, as if a few words and hand holding could ever undue the years she spent undermining rhaenyra and attempting to have her and her children disinherited and shamed (mayhaps even killed due to the bastard rumors). she is now a victim to larys as well. larys, despite his lower standing than her THE QUEEN, is able to 'manipulate' her into doing sexual favors for him in order for her wishes to be granted. she has no control over the men around her and no respect from any of them because they know she is willing to bend over backwards to please them. she openly admits that she knew her father had been manipulating her for years, and she still fed into his bullshit. she only wants aegon to be king due to her 'misunderstanding' the words of a drugged up and dying man (and it being HIS 'wish' for aegon to succeed him, not hers). her only want in the show is 'to make a window in the wall of her prison.'

the greens were named for HER in the book. not aegon. not otto. not house hightower. her.

“the beacon on the hightower, do you know what color it glows when oldtown calls it’s banners to war?”

“green.”

except that it doesn’t in canon. house hightower’s only set color is grey, and their only beacon is the regular depiction of red and orange fire. there is no green to be scene anywhere to represent the hightower’s or oldtown or their beacon. the color green didn't have any meaning to her. alicent chose it for herself. she wasn’t ’showing off her allegiance to her father and house after being scorned by the targaryens’ it was a political statement that she CHOSE TO MAKE for herself. she was the leader of team green and was the main culprit in usurping rhaenyra and crowning aegon. she didn’t do it for her father, or her house, or viserys; she did it for herself, because SHE wanted aegon to be king.

there are ways to add complexities to characters without completely changing everything about them, and what they stand for. alicent might have partially fallen into the evil step-mother trope in the book, but considering it’s a historical account; we have next to no information on how she really feels. they could have deep dived into her feelings regarding the succession, how marrying the king without a male heir should have given her the privilege of being the future king’s mother, instead finding out the harsh reality; that viserys would not remove rhaenyra as heir, and that she was negated to only being the king’s wife and giving him spares. they could have played into how complicated her relationship with rhaenyra is, how angry and self-righteousness she would have felt considering the only reason viserys was made king was due to male preference primogeniture. why she felt the need to isolate and bully a child because of said child's father’s decisions. there were plenty of other roads that the writers could have taken to add actual nuance into alicent’s story, and not just adding in more unnecessary and brutal violence towards women.

all of this to say that aging her down and turning her into nothing more than a abused child-bride was not the way to go to add nuance to her story. women shouldn’t have to be tortured, neglected, raped, abused, etc. in order for the audience to like and feel sympathy for their character. that’s an inherently sexist and abhorrent point of view, and considering how virtue signaling a lot of her fans are it’s not surprising that they’re willing to overlook it for the sake of continuing their poor baby alicent ‘always a victim to the men in her life’ rhetoric; as if that was ever a core part of her character.

what they gave us in house of the dragon was not the real alicent hightower, just a cheaply made original character with alicent’s name slapped on her in place of a discount sticker. hotd's biggest crime was reducing powerful ambitious women to side pieces in the big bad men's war. why do women in this universe have to suffer in order for the audience to feel sympathy for them and their plight? and no, i'm not going to argue with anyone going, "b-but OBVIOUSLY you just don't understand her character uwu," i understand her plenty, thanks.

if you actually like alicent (or any of the women in general) in fire and blood you should be seething in outrage over house of the dragon's portrayal of them.

#asoiaf #fire and blood #house of the dragon #hotd critical #anti hotd #book alicent hightower #anti show alicent hightower #anti alicent hightower #anti alicent stans #otto hightower #viserys i targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #larys strong #rhaenyra targaryen #all of these choices were made in the name of 'feminist writing' #and they are probably the most misogynistic choices one can make #women do not need to be playthings to the men around them #for their characters to be sympathetic #i'm prepared for the mob don't worry #me not putting anti in front of the men is hurting my soul #but they're not the purpose of this post so fuck them #hotd rant #team black #anti team green #anti team green stans

[jebewonmorelike]

We're Making The Bear

wc: 3.3k (haha help) pronouns: none used; n/a (reader calls jiwoong 'oppa' but it's only because that's what his baby sister calls him!) warnings: oh wow this is so fluffy... tiniest bit of angst bc jiwoong doesn't see his sister as much as he would like bc of his work schedule summary: a reluctant jiwoong and his baby sister make a teddy bear with the help of the cute bear's life employee!reader. ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ this one will destroy your teeth and your dentist will hate you from all the fluff i'm serious. this was so fulfilling to write, i really, really love how it turned out! i think you're gonna like it :) when i post, i'm always like "MY MASTERPIECE" so pls forgive me if i overhype things but i'm so happy with them once i finish them lmaooo. this was a request so thank you to @hursheys for this idea, sorry it took me a little while but I hope you like it <3 &lt;3 <3

Placing your little bear ears back on your head after your lunch break, you fluff some of the ready-to-purchase bears on the shelves to the right side of the store. You're completely absorbed in your busywork when you feel a gentle tug on your pastel apron.

Looking down to your left, you're met with the sight of a tiny girl; her eyes big and round staring up at you happily. You figure she can't be more than five, if that.

"Hi!" You greet with a smile, watching as the little girl blinks back at you innocently. "And who do we have here?"

"Ji-Ah!" She announces happily, a grin spreading across her face.

You giggle, but a bit of concern for the lone child is brewing in your chest. "It's lovely to meet you, Ji-Ah-sshi! Are your parents here with you today?"

Ji-Ah shakes her head. "Jiwoong Oppa!"

"Ji-Ahya!" You hear a male voice call suddenly as the door to your shop flies open.

"Oh good, here's your--," you start to say, but your voice trails off when you're suddenly face-to-face with the most strikingly gorgeous man you've ever seen in your life. Your lips part slightly in shock, wide-eyed as you stare back at him. "... Oppa."

As the incredibly handsome man approaches, you can see the worry in his eyes. He picks up Ji-Ah quickly and throws her over his hip. "What did I tell you about leaving my side, huh? You could get lost or hurt, Ji-Ah. Then what would I do?"

Turning his head finally, his eyes meet yours and you're embarrassed to admit that you're a bit breathless. Mentally scolding yourself, you ground your feet back in reality. "Hi, how are you?"

He nods, grimacing awkwardly at you. "I'm sorry if she bothered you. She can be kind of slippery."

"Not at all," you reply, shaking your head. "My name is (Y/N). What brings you both to Bear's Life today?"

"Oh, last week it was little Ji-Ah's birthday," the man explains as his sister smiles at you. "Unfortunately, I was working. I'm actually working today, too, but I was lucky enough to get some time off to spend with my baby sister."

You smile as Ji-Ah bites her thumb shyly; her face as perfect as a doll's as her brother sets her back down on the floor. "Well, I'm glad you could make it! So, we'll be opting in for the full experience?"

The man named Jiwoong's lips part as he prepares to protest, but Ji-Ah cuts him off before he can get a word out.

"Yes, yes, yes! Can I?" She begs, jumping up and down excitedly.

Jiwoong sighs, smiling to cover up his opposition. "Ji-Ah, I don't have that much time. We were just going to pick out a bear that's already been made. I thought you wanted to get ice cream, too?"

Ji-Ah shakes her head rapidly. "No, I want to make my bear with (Y/N)-sshi!"

"Don't worry, Ji-Ah-sshi," you say with a smile. "I know the perfect method that your brother could never say no to!"

"You do?" Jiwoong asks nervously.

"Repeat after me, okay?" You prompt as Ji-Ah nods enthusiastically. Slipping into the cutest voice you can muster, you clasp your hands together below your chin and look up at Jiwoong with puppy-dog eyes. "Can I please make my bear today?"

Jiwoong stares back at you with his eyebrows raised-- mouth slightly ajar in shock.

Ji-Ah mimics your actions, clasping her hands together and begging, "Can I please make my bear today?"

"Pretty, pretty please," you demonstrate again, putting your chin in your hands so your cheeks squish up.

"Pretty, pretty please," Ji-Ah follows, squishing her little round cheeks up in her palms. You watch as a reluctant smile begins to form on her older brother's face.

You tap one finger to your cheek cutely as you add your next line. "With a cherry on top!"

"With a cherry on top!" Ji-Ah says, touching her tiny index finger to her cheek and sticking out her lips in her own improvised pout. Jiwoong laughs, shaking his head in amazement.

"Please, Oppa?" You finish your pleading, smiling up at Jiwoong sweetly. He swallows nervously, a quick flash of panic in his eyes as you look away quickly out of embarrassment.

"Please, Oppa?" Ji-Ah repeats, her smile lethally infectious as Jiwoong places a hand over his heart. He holds up his other hand in surrender.

"Okay, fine!" He relents, sighing in defeat while grinning. "I'm too weak; I can't take any more! You've got me: we're making the bear."

~

"Now that our new bear friend is stuffed full of fluff... we need to stuff him full of love, too!" You say, holding the cream-colored teddy bear that Ji-Ah had picked out and helped to fill with cotton. You reach into the large heart-shaped box next to the stuffing machine and pull out an assortment of small, plushy fabric hearts. Each has a different design, color and texture so that the customer can choose the one they like most for their bear friend.

“(Y/N)-sshi? I want Jiwoong Oppa to pick the heart!” Ji-Ah demands cutely, looking up at her brother expectantly.

He blinks at you hesitantly before nodding in agreement. "Okay, I guess I can do that."

You hold out the fabric hearts to the young man which are splayed delicately across your palms for him to choose. He looks at them for a second before looking back up at you, entirely overwhelmed by the task he’s been given as his eyes silently scream ‘help me’.

A small smile creeping onto your face, you use your thumb to indicate which heart Ji-Ah would like most. As you tap the heart quickly, Jiwoong exhales in relief and picks up the little plush heart between his thumb and index finger.

"Let's see which one he picked!" You say, prompting Jiwoong to reveal the fabric heart in his palm.

Ji-Ah squeals happily. "That's the one I wanted! How did you know, Oppa!?"

Her brother smiles at you gratefully. "I just did!"

"Our heart will bring our bear friend to life, but we have to say our magic phrase for it to work," you explain. "Can you both hold our bear's heart and repeat the magic words?"

Jiwoong squats down so that he's on his sister's level, holding out the fabric heart for her to grab onto.

"I wish, I wish..." You begin, nodding at them encouragingly as they echo each phrase of the poem after you.

~I wish, I wish... on this true heart... that one bear's life... with this, will start!~

"And now we'll place our heart inside our bear friend," you instruct, holding out the teddy bear for Jiwoong and Ji-Ah to place the heart inside the zippered opening. As you close the zipper, you press a button to the side of the stuffing machine secretively which triggers hundreds of fairly lights to light up throughout the store.

Ji-Ah's jaw drops in awe as she spins around and around to look at the magical display. Her brother smiles at you appreciatively.

"That was incredible you guys! Your spell was the best I've ever seen," you praise, handing the teddy bear to a very happy Ji-Ah. "Do you come from a magical family?"

Jiwoong laughs. "Something like that."

Stepping over slightly to your counter, you pull out a blank Bear Birth Certificate and uncap your fancy fine-tip pen. "Now, what is our new bear friend's name?"

"Gomdori Oppa," Ji-Ah announces with a smile, hugging the bear tighter to her chest. "Then I can play with Jiwoong Oppa whenever I want and he won’t have to go away!"

Your breath hitches at the little girl's words as you glance up cautiously at her older brother. His eyes are wide as they meet yours; the handsome man's expression suddenly filled with shame. It's none of your business, but you can't help but wonder how important this man's work is that he's never around for his baby sister.

"That's--..." You fumble before quickly forcing a big grin for the little girl in front of you, writing the name down on the certificate. “That’s a wonderful idea! Then you can always have your big brother close to you.”

Ji-Ah smiles, bouncing on her toes happily. You glance up at her brother again to find him attempting to blink back tears. Whatever his reason for not being around more often, you can tell that it deeply pains him and that’s enough for you to want to try to make this a great memory for both of them to cherish.

“Well now that Gomdori Oppa is born,” you transition, giving the little bear a pat on the head, “he needs a bath before he’s ready to go out into the world! Do you want to go put our little bundle of joy in the bath for me?"

Ji-Ah nods, skipping over in utter bliss to the Bear Salon in the corner. You turn to her brother, who is still in the midst of composing himself.

"She really adores you, doesn't she?" You comfort, smiling at the man gently. "I think you bring her a lot of joy."

He nods, smiling sadly. "I'm just away so much. I wonder if that joy's enough, you know?"

"I can see how much you care about her," you reply, meeting his gaze now. "That's what they remember. Not the details... Just the love."

His smile fades, eyebrows raising as if the sentiment surprises him. He studies you for a moment before his eyebrows furrow with genuine appreciation. "Thank you."

"Oppaaaaa!" Ji-Ah whines from the Salon. "Gomdori Oppa needs his bath!"

"Okay, okay!" He concedes as you both laugh. As you turn to walk over to the Salon, Jiwoong stops in his tracks. You look back at him curiously to see he's staring at a shelf to his right. "What are those?"

You step back towards him, following the direction of his gaze. Your eyes light up when you recognize what he's looking at. "Oh! Those are voice boxes. You can record your own message and put it inside the bear."

"I know you said she'll only remember the love," Jiwoong grins at you, shrugging resignedly. "But it can't hurt, right?"

You're compelled to grin back, his entirely charming smile nearly knocking you off your feet. You breathe deeply as you will yourself to get a grip. "I guess it can't."

"That's what I thought," he replies, picking up one of the voice boxes and walking toward the opposite end of the store. "I'll be over there until you need me."

"(Y/N)-sshiiiiii!" Ji-Ah whines again, ripping you from your silly little daydream.

You run over to the little girl; your signature magical smile back on your face. "I'm here! Time to give Gomdori Oppa his first ever bubble bath."

Ji-Ah giggles, mesmerized as the bathtub fills with fake bubbles. You glance over at her brother, your heart warming as you catch him grinning into the voice recorder.

~

“Gomdori Oppa is all fresh and clean for his first day as a baby bear!” You announce, turning the bear around in his salon chair as Jiwoong rejoins you. He slips you the voice box behind your back to keep the surprise for Ji-Ah and you tuck it into your pocket nonchalantly.

“But… he’s missing something, isn’t he?” You ask, eyebrows raising in concern as you pretend to examine the bear you've picked up.

Ji-Ah blinks back at you wide-eyed, anticipation absolutely brimming over.

“Oh no!” You gasp, placing a hand over the bear’s front playfully. “He’s missing his clothes!”

Ji-Ah throws her head back, giggling furiously at your humorous performance. “Gomdori Oppa is naked!”

Jiwoong laughs too as he places a large hand over his sister’s eyes. “Don’t look! He’s shy.”

Another giggle fit ensues as Ji-Ah wraps her tiny hand around her brother’s— attempting to pry it off her to no avail.

“We need to pick out Gomdori Oppa’s first outfit,” you say, hopping over to the Shopping Mall as Ji-Ah grabs her brother’s sleeve and drags him behind you. “Since our baby bear is modeled after Jiwoong Oppa, should we pick something for him that your brother would wear?”

You squat down to the little girl’s level as both you and Ji-Ah look up at Jiwoong to assess his sense of style. You turn to each other, eyes narrowing with judgment as you look back at her older brother.

“What?” Jiwoong asks with a frown. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

You pout as you consider how to answer. “It’s a bit…”

“Boring!” Ji-Ah interjects suddenly.

Jiwoong’s eyebrows raise in offense.

“I was going to say ‘classic’,” you add.

Jiwoong sighs. “That’s just the polite way to say boring. Well if you dislike the source inspiration so much, why don't you just skip the clothes?"

“The clothes are the best part, Oppa,” Ji-Ah says, shooting him a sassy glare. “Duh.”

Jiwoong meets your gaze, shaking his head playfully in disbelief at his baby sister.

“Duh, Oppa,” you echo Ji-Ah, earning an unamused look from Jiwoong that endearingly resembles his sister’s to a tee. “The clothes are the best part.”

The little girl points up to a garment on the wall and you follow her line of site to a voluminous princess gown. "That's perfect!"

“Ji-Ahya!” Jiwoong scolds. “Didn’t you say this bear is supposed to be like me?”

Ji-Ah looks at her brother for a moment before grinning. “He is like you!”

Jiwoong glances at you, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. “I don’t wear princess dresses, Ji-Ah.”

“Mm,” Ji-Ah considers for a moment. “I guess he’s more like a cooler version of you.”

“Would I really be cooler if I wore princess dresses?” Jiwoong asks doubtfully as you fill out more of the bear's birth certificate.

“To a five-year-old, yes,” you answer his rhetorical question, not thinking as you follow it with, "You're so handsome though, I wouldn't be surprised if you could pull it off.”

He smiles at you amusedly as your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "Oh yeah? I'll tell my stylist to sprinkle in some more ballgowns then, if the cute Bear's Life employee thinks I can pull it off."

You suddenly bite your lip to keep your jaw from falling open. "Cute?"

"Oh, uh," Jiwoong stammers, clearly unaware that he'd let the word slip. He laughs awkwardly as he walks back over to the wall of the Shopping Mall and picks Ji-Ah up, situating her on his hip so she can look at the clothes better. "You're sure about the princess gown for Gomdori Oppa? What about these little overalls, huh? Or this Hawaiian shirt?"

You watch as Ji-Ah shakes her head firmly at every option her brother poses, a smile forming on your lips. You had to admit he was incredibly cute with her. Then, something dawns on you: Jiwoong said he had a stylist. Of course, he had been joking around, but was that part a joke too? Could he be someone famous? He certainly has the face to be an actor or an idol. More importantly:

Was this the reason he didn't visit home much?

"Gomdori Oppa wants a princess dress," Ji-Ah says and her tone indicates that the decision is final.

Jiwoong sighs. "Alright, alright. Gomdori Oppa will be the most beautiful princess in all the land... per the Queen's orders."

"Well now that Princess Gomdori Oppa has decided he wants to wear the most beautiful gown that he can get his hands on... there's only one question left!" You make your way up to them, Ji-Ah giggling at the regal voice that her brother just put on. "Is that dress pink or blue?"

~

"Here is Gomdori Oppa's birth certificate," you say, handing the thick piece of paper over to Jiwoong. "These are his official records, so hold onto them tightly or he won't be allowed to vote in the Bear Elections or collect his Bear Pension!"

Jiwoong snorts, looking up at the ceiling and whistling when you narrow your eyes at him; though the grin that he keeps having to suppress makes it hard for him to produce any sound.

"And here is Gomdori Oppa," you present, handing the fluffy brown bear adorned in a pink ballgown and tiara to Ji-Ah. "Maybe you can give him a big squeeze?"

Ji-Ah smiles, squeezing the bear tightly to her. Her eyes light up as a voice sounds from the bear:

Ji-Ahya! Are you being a good girl for Eomma? Are you going to bed early and eating well? Jiwoong Oppa will be home before you know it. And in the mean time... Gomdori Oppa loves you very much, Ji-Ah.

"Oppaaa!" Ji-Ah cries, a little pout on her lips as her eyes water. "I love you!"

You would be lying if you said a little lump doesn't form in your throat as Jiwoong places one large hand on the top of his sister's head and ruffles up her hair affectionately.

"I'm so glad you came into Bear's Life today," you say, grinning at Ji-Ah as she sniffs back her tears almost as soon as they arrived. "I had a blast with you guys! Did you have fun, too?"

The little girl bounces up and down, handing her bear to her brother for a moment so she can wrap her arms around your waist in a hug. You giggle at the adorable little girl, patting her back gently before she pulls away.

Running behind your little counter area, you pull up the total on your cash register. "Okay, that'll be 145,000 won."

"Oh," Jiwoong remarks, eyebrows raise in surprise. "That's... that's quite an expensive bear we put together, Ji-Ah."

"Well, you're also paying for the experience... and your time with the worker..." You explain, smirking at the incredibly handsome man in front of you. "Did you enjoy your time with the worker?"

"Yes," Jiwoong answers a little too seductively before coughing to cover it up when he suddenly remembers where he is. After clearing his throat several times, he replies sheepishly, "Yes, I did-- we did, I mean."

"That's what I thought," you reply with a smug smile, taking the credit card he immediately holds out to you. Swiping it through your machine and handing it back to him, he places his card in his wallet and holds out his hand for Ji-Ah to take.

"Thank you, Oppa!" She squeals happily before turning and bowing to you. "Thank you, (Y/N)-sshi! I'll miss you!"

Your heart melts at the pout on Ji-Ah's face as she looks between you and her brother.

"Oh, uh," Jiwoong stutters as he tries to think of a solution. "Well, we'll come back again soon! How does that sound, Ji-Ah?"

"REALLY!?" Ji-Ah screams excitedly, eyes wide with surprise.

"Yes. We can come and get more... accessories," Jiwoong nods, smiling in resign. "... for the bear."

"Accessories... for the bear?" You repeat with a smirk.

"Yeah! I mean, you both agreed: the clothes are the best part," Jiwoong attempts to explain. "So Gomdori Oppa will want another outfit eventually."

"YAAAAAAAY!" Ji-Ah exclaims, clapping her hands together. "And then you can see (Y/N)-sshi!"

Jiwoong's eyebrows raise immediately. "So then I can see (Y/N)-sshi? Ji-Ah..."

"And then you can fall in looooove," Ji-Ah sing-songs teasingly. Impressed, you smile. Kids always know whats going on... even when we think they don't.

"Ji-Ahya, please--," Jiwoong starts, but you cut him off.

"Well, whenever Gomdori Oppa is ready for his new accessories," you say, meeting Jiwoong's gaze. "Let him know he's welcome any time."

Ji-Ah giggles as her brother swallows nervously, a blush tinting his cheeks as he smiles bashfully. Bear in one hand and Jiwoong's palm in the other, your tiny customer Ji-Ah pulls her brother towards the door.

Jiwoong's still stealing glances at you from over his shoulder, grinning at the way you're now biting your lip to keep from laughing. Ji-Ah turns around one more time, taking Gomdori Oppa's hand in her own and letting the little bear wave goodbye to you.

You wave back as they walk out of the doors hand-in-hand, smiling as you know you achieved your goal of making this visit a special memory for Ji-Ah and her brother.

You'd never have guessed that their visit would end up being a very special memory for you, too.

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[choccyhearts]

(18+!!)

okay, this is probably sooo random but i keep seeing ben shwartz posting with those stupid big ass cute ass adorable ass eyes so...

i can't help but imagine teddy lobo looking up at you all wide eyed, plump lips parted slightly. you look so breath taking in the moonlight that shines through the window in his room.

he's had to keep you a secret for the entirety you've been together, not sure if it'll be safe for you. he really does want to flaunt you around and brag, but with how many people want him and his family dead, he can't take the risk.

so for now, you both have to settle for meeting in secret. it's okay though, that just means you get to get intimate quite often.

you love making the big, bad, teddy fucking lobo crawl to you on his black satin sheets. he nuzzles against your neck, begging for your touch. he gazes at you hazily through misty puppy dog eyes as his head is wedged between your legs.

often, he'll beg to wear his wolf mask, claiming it'll be hot and he'll look so scary and dominant. he only asks to do that when you allow him to be on top, but not even five minutes into him wearing it he takes it off. not because it was too stuffy (which of course it would be, it's a mask) but because you complained you couldn't see his pretty eyes. his pretty, watery, dopey big eyes.

for a man who could seemingly have whatever or whoever he wants, it's surprising he's so willing to give you what you want and beg for your affection. but he does, and he loves it too (he'll just complain about it to seem tough). although, it's likely because he's never had anyone willingly give him love and attention. poor baby is touch starved and craves intimacy.

that's why he lets you dominate over him, giving him endless pleasure. letting him let his guard down and for once, feel vulnerable. it's why he looks at you with so much love -- those big, dumb eyes <3

#renfield 2023 #renfield #teddy lobo #teddy lobo x reader #choccyhearts

[rae-raewrites]

I got a thing for ya! :D also welcome!! It’s nice to meet you!!

How about.. the riddler and scarecrow jealous hc’s? I’m a sucker for those, they’re always so juicy with alittle angst and showing their vulnerability just a taaaaad bit :3

Ah! Thank you! Also ya angsty boys are best boys. Also I did see you wanted it for the Arkham boys. Ah yes the most vicious of them all.

Riddler and scarecrow jealous hc’s

Oh boy.

Edward is a very jealous man in every sense of the word.

Now mind you it’s not just someone being nice to you or something small like that,it’s routinely behavior he picks up on.

He doesn’t realize at first what he’s experiencing but he knows his ego is being threatened and that simply won’t do!

Hey you know that thing you REALLY wanted but couldn’t get and it was to expensive and he told you it would be a waste of his lawsuit money? Oh my look what arrived in the mail!

It’s even worse when it one of the other rouges.

Harvey eying you? Cobblepot making a flirty remark making you blush a little? He starts intentionally screwing with their operations under the guise of another masterminded plot he’s been cooking up.

Of course while it’s in front of said person making him jealous he’s a lot more touchy.

And a hell of a lot more PDA.

I genuinely don’t think he could actually take it out on you. You’re not the problem everyone else is to him.

Eventually you ask why he’s been so much more lovey than normal and he finally cracks.

“B-because! I’m Gotham’s premier genius! And I’m here competing for your attention like some puppy dog!

Of course you quell his little jealous spert immediately when you give him a peck on the cheek. Poor boy goes red in the face.

Just make sure you’re frequently reassuring him he’s the best. Kisses help a lot too

Scarecrow

I think it would be foolish to assume that Jonathan’s origins from the south would stop any sort jealousy from bubbling up and then acting out on it.

Unlike most of the rouges he has the ability to recognize he’s jealous but the master of fear is not immune from human emotion though he’ll try to tell you otherwise

However his younger years taught him to keep what he has close. That includes you.

Who he gets jealous at is a completely different story.

The other rouges are of course on the table of course but if we’re talking one if his assistants Well…..

I mean he needs new test subjects anyways? What’s the harm in putting some fear in those who seek to be a nuisance?

If it’s among the lines of Harley or cobblepot? The psychological approach works well. Scaring them with small little words all while keeping you nice and close.

Of course when you realize the problem you better be practically smothering him in affection.

All the kisses for him.

“My Dear i am practically forced to admit it but I’m extremely fond of you. However I do not appreciate others trying to steal you away.”

If you really wanna ram your way back into his heart may i suggest some Edgar Allen poe? Or perhaps for the romantic mood phantom of the opera?

#arkham riddler #arkham scarecrow #batman #x reader #headcanon #batman rouges #arkhamverse #arkham knight #the riddler #scarecrow

[hiddendruid]

Willow Month - Day 2: Favorite Relationship

This one is so hard for me. There’s so many wonderful relationships, so I'm gonna talk about multiple. So here are my favorite relationships in Willow (in no particular order):

1. Kit and Jade

I’ve seen my share of sapphic relationships, but not that many in fantasy. And none that immediately drew me in as strongly as these two. Not just their chemistry, but also just how much they bounce off each other as characters, if that makes sense. Like Jade being a courtly knight wanting to protect Kit, but also wanting to make sure Kit gets her training and not wanting to “save” her. And Kit being super selfish and taking her friendship with Jade for granted until she realizes how much she loves her???? Incredible 10/10.

2. Kit and Boorman

I feel like the way these two interact with each other is not only hilarious, but extremely relatable. As someone with an older brother, I FELT the sibling vibes between these two right away. Also the fact that they are both so intrinsically tied to Madmartigan and his legacy, it’s so good! I also love how Boorman passes off the cuirass and its power to Kit, knowing that its her story and her bravery that’s going to save the day. Poetry!!

3. Graydon and Elora

Listen. . .I could write ESSAYS about these two. They are THE relationship. From the moment Graydon told Elora she was extraordinary, I was in for the ride. There’s so many facets of their relationship that I could peel back and examine from their shared growth in doing magic to the ability for both characters to be able to share their trauma and crap with each other. Also SO MUCH ROMANCE I COULD EAT THIS SHIT UP. Like???? Graydon helping Elora with her magical pronunciation then saying “Perfect” while looking at her with his puppy dog eyes? Elora helping Graydon tie his shirt and looking deeply into his eyes?!?!?!?!?!?! 

“WHEN WE REACH THE IMMEMORIAL CITY, I KNOW YOU’LL SAVE AIRK AND YOU TWO WILL RUN OFF TOGETHER BECAUSE YOU LOVE HIM. AND WHILE I DON’T LOVE HIM I DO LOVE YOU. IT’S OKAY I’M NOT ASKING YOU TO LOVE ME BACK. I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW BECAUSE WITHOUT YOU I NEVER WOULD HAVE BECOME THE MAN I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE?!?!?!??!”

Deceased. Dead. Dead Deceased. Not to mention there’s still a whole other side of their relationship we haven’t been able to explore yet because Elora hasn’t fully grappled with her feelings for Graydon yet. (pst, this is one of the reasons we need a Season 2)

4. Kit and Elora

These two made me cry so much while watching this show. I’m a sucker for sister relationships. I love that Elora is such a big sister for Kit - giving her advice and helping her self-actualize - and then Kit is such a snotty little sister pushing Elora over the edge (literally) and getting her to be brave. Also the growth of their relationship over the course of the show is so fantastic. And it feels real. It doesn’t feel like forced drama. I just adore how Kit has to grapple not only with the fact that this kitchen maid is the most powerful sorcerer in the world, but also the fact that her life has been prioritized over hers. Their scene in “Beyond the Shattered Sea” at the waterfall was so powerful. 

5. Willow and Graydon

Honestly, I could make an argument for every relationship between Willow and another member of the party. But there’s something so special about Graydon and Willow’s relationship. The little back and forth between them in episode 3 was so silly “Which one of us is the High Aldwyn? Oh yeah, it’s me.” and “Don’t say groin in mixed company.” Are some highlights for me. But then episode 5 really cemented it for me. The two of them talking about Elora felt very much like a dad talking to his daughter’s boyfriend. But then, by the end, the fact that Willow (truthfully I might add) told Graydon that he’s a good person. And then from then on, we got to see Willow become a sort of mentor and guide for Graydon. Like??? I got so teary-eyed in the finale when Willow told Graydon he was “on his way to becoming a great sorcerer, and an even greater man” then screamed “NO” when Graydon got shunted into the Wyrm realm. Like?!?! It’s so perfect.

6. Graydon and Boorman

OK, last but certainly not least, I adore these two. I feel like Willow really nails non-toxic masculine friendships so well. Boorman initially being the target for Graydon’s dad, but then becoming a sort of older brother figure for Graydon is such a perfect little arc. Also, Boorman does a great job of bringing Graydon out of his shell. He’s so supportive, but also is such a wonderful comedic contrast to Graydon’s ‘straight man.’ Boorman saves Graydon’s flute from the Immemorial City. That’s so fantastic, and such a great little nod to how much Boorman cared about Graydon.

Again, there’s too many to choose, so I settled for 6. There’s so many amazing relationship dynamics in this show and all of them are so fantastic I could go on and on and on. 

#willow 2022 #willow series #willowmonth2023 #kit tanthalos #graydon hastur #elora danan #tanthamore #graylora #thraxus boorman #willow ufgood

[writingbymoonlight]

mbti

ft.: timeskip oikawa x reader

word count: ~800 words

a/n: my entry for @kurootosis's for better, for worse collab! lem, thank you for allowing me to join <3

You peer up from the screen of your laptop, which has been taking up the entirety of your attention for…you don’t even know how long. All you know is that your eyes are beginning to hurt. And all you hope for is to be greeted with the sight of your fiancé, Oikawa Tooru, across the kitchen table, assisting you in researching venues for your wedding on his laptop. 

Unfortunately, that is not the case, and he is, instead, staring at his phone intently with pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows; the same exact concentration face he has when he watches a recording of an opponent’s match for research purposes. 

Okay, maybe you were partially to blame for Oikawa’s lack of focus. Earlier during your wedding planning session, you were both casually conversing, and you mentioned the MBTI personality test, which the setter had never heard of. You made a remark about him probably being an ENFJ and then made the mistake of joking that the two of you were most likely incompatible. 

After you made this declaration, Oikawa instantly searched for the MBTI test and started taking it. Based on how long it was taking him to finish the damn assessment, he’s evidently contemplating every single question seriously.

“Tooru…” you whine, attempting to get the brown-eyed man’s attention.

No response.

“Maybe we should get Kageyama to throw the flower petals before I walk down the aisle?”

Silence.

“Do you think Ushiwaka can be the DJ at our reception?”

“Aha ENFJ!” Oikawa exclaims with a wide grin, disregarding your last few comments as he shows you his phone screen. “You were right! You’re a psychic, Y/N!”

“Or I simply know my future husband really well,” you point out with a hint of a smile.

“What did you say your MBTI was? It starts with ‘I’, right?”

The small smile melts away from your face as you narrow your eyes at him. “You already forgot my MBTI type? I literally just told you!”

“I’m sorry! I looked up all the types and their meanings and I can’t remember what yours is now!” Oikawa exclaims in an attempt to justify his goldfish memory. “If you remind me what it is, I won’t ever forget it again! I promise!”

“I don’t know, Tooru,” you dramatically sigh, trying your best not to burst out laughing, as you lean back in your chair, “you can remember all your teammates' quirks and can immediately adapt to them, but you can’t recall a simple detail about myself that I told you not long ago?”

“I said I’m sorry, Y/N!” the Seijoh alumnus practically screeches, which leads you to be slightly concerned that your neighbors are going to complain about how noisy your fiancé is again. Oikawa suddenly slumps his upper body onto the table then looks up at you with a Flynn Rider-esque smolder. “Can you please tell me what your MBTI is?”

A small chuckle manages to escape from you before you ask, “Why do you want to know so badly?”

“Because I want to make sure I’m the right guy for you,” he mumbles with a childlike innocence. His smolder has rapidly melted away and he gazes at you with fond puppy dog eyes, and it honestly takes you aback.

The Argentinian player never fails to come off as consistently self-assured about everything, even your relationship. After he proposed, he gloated to you about how certain he was about the entire process: when he was going to propose, what he was going to say, the ring he picked out for you, etc. 

Therefore, Oikawa momentarily expressing a lack of confidence is pretty rare and kind of shocking. 

“Hey,” you say as you reach out your hand, the one with the engagement ring on it, across the table and place it on top of his, “I don't need a stupid quiz to tell me that you’re the right guy for me. I know you’re the one. Whenever I’m with you, I can be myself without fear of judgment. You’re always supporting me and doing little things that I appreciate. You make me feel special and treasured. And most importantly, I love you.”

At your affirmation, a bashful smile forms across the lips of the man you’ve kissed thousands of times. Once you finish speaking, he intertwines your fingers together and sits back up in his seat then he gently places a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“I love you to the moon and back, Y/N. And I can’t wait to marry you,” he whispers, his tone oozing warmth and sincerity.

“I can’t wait to marry you too, which is why we should really get back to wedding planning,” you state, gesturing at your laptops. 

“As long as you promise never to bring up having Ushiwaka as a DJ ever again.”

“So you were listening!”

#oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru x y/n #oikawa tooru #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #oikawa #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #— for better for worse

[makeusfly]

To Know Where the Light Comes From, Chapter 1

More Light Than Heat

Chapter one is dedicated to @cantdanceflynn for doing such an amazing job running @dwampyverseawards, which finally got the muses willing to type something up.

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The dinner dishes had been cleared long enough that Ferb would have expected everyone to disperse - but they were still there.  His father was making a cup of tea while his mother flipped through a magazine and Phineas sketched something on a blueprint.  It occurred to Ferb that he wasn’t the only one who missed family dinners now that he and Phineas spent most of the year at the university.  Even Candace - who, theoretically, didn’t live on this side of Danville anymore - was there, making notes in a binder as she talked into the phone clutched precariously between her cheek and shoulder.  She laid it on the table just as he sat back down, having retrieved his sheet music.

“How did you end up doing all of this, love?” their father asked as he placed a tea cup in front of Ferb and took his own seat.

Candace rolled her eyes.  “The band’s last manager was an idiot, but so are all the ones they’ve interviewed so far.  And the festival is coming up really quickly, and then I made the mistake of volunteering.”

“Do you need help?” Phineas asked brightly, looking up from his plans.

She eyed him suspiciously at first, but eventually said, “I think I’m okay, but I’ll let you know.  But that does remind me: do you need a plus one?  You know, since Ferb’s bringing his secret girlfriend?”

Ferb looked up slowly, feeling the blood drain from his face, but no one else acted like she’d said anything shocking.  Finally, Candace asked, “What?”

He raised both eyebrows.

“What?  You think I don’t know?  I take full credit for making it happen.”

Ferb turned to his brother, who looked just as perplexed as he felt as Ferb pointed to him.

“Yeah?” Candace scoffed.  “Who do you think told him?”

“Okay…she might have a point there, bro.”

Before he could say anything - or gauge how his parents felt about this development - there was a knock and his mother got up to answer.

“Good morning, Isabella.”

“Morning, Mrs.-”

His mum cleared her throat.  With a small smile, Isabella corrected herself.  “Linda.  Hi!  Is Candace - oh, there she is. Candace!”

Linda let her pass and went back to her magazine.

“Hey!” Phineas exclaimed first.  “I didn’t know you were coming home two weekends in a row.”

“I bought a new dress for the festival, but the shoes I wanted to wear with it were here…and I have a car now; I can do things like that.”  She winked at Ferb.  “Plus!”  She smiled wide.  “I need to ask Candace for a favor.”

“And you had to ask in person in case you needed to use the puppy dog pout?  Because it won’t work on me.”

Isabella cocked her head, thinking for a moment.  If it were anyone else, Ferb knew she would challenge that assertion…but it was Candace.  “Is…Jeremy around?”

“You think your puppy dog pout will work on my husband?”

Isabella pulled out the only empty seat and sat at the end of the table, facing Candace.

“Johnson, I’m going to level with you because, if you’re planning on having children with this man, you’re going to need to know: I don’t have to use the puppy dog pout on your husband.  The second I - or Phineas or Ferb - so much as imply we might need something, he goes into overdrive big brother mode.”

“Ferb and I concur.”

Candace sighed.  “Yeah, that makes sense.  Just tell me what you need, Isabella.”

“I have a new friend.  And I just found out she’s really into Jeremy and the Incidentals, but something went wrong with TicketMaster-”

“Ugh, TicketMaster.”

“Exactly, so she didn’t get a ticket for next Friday, and I was hoping…”

Candace laughed.  “I didn’t realize you wanted something easy.  Yeah, you can have an extra pass.”

“Umm…by ‘pass,’ you mean ‘ticket,’ right?”

“You’re with the band, Isabella.  You’ve got Backstage All Access.  Do you need a parking pass too?”

She pursed her lips and looked across the table to Ferb, who gave her a thumbs up.

“Nope,” she said with a grin.  “Ferb will drive us.”

“Great.  Done.”

“Thank you so much.”  With that settled, her shoulders relaxed and she looked back at him, curious.  “Why are you two here two weekends?”

“Oh, Ferb-”

A kick - not hard, but definitely present - stopped him.

“I mean…no reason,” he finished too quickly.

Isabella raised an eyebrow at him but, when he didn’t say anything else, she turned it on Ferb.

Ferb blinked innocently.

“Well then.”  She stood up.  “I should go.  Mom and I are going to watch a movie.”

“Ooh, which one?”

“ Barbie.  Did you see it?”

“Candace and I went together.  We both cried.”

“ Mom .”

She chuckled.  “Have fun.”

Ferb slid his chair back.  “I’ll walk you.”

“So you can explain - “ she pointed between him and Phineas.  “- whatever that was?”

“Not gonna happen,” he said, pushing his chair under the table.

“Wanna round up whichever of the girls are here for a Backyard Extravaganza tomorrow?” Phineas called out, tapping the pencil against the table.  “Buford’s coming.”

“Sounds fun.  I’ll see you then.  Check your Snaps!”

Ferb held the door for her and they walked out into the still-warm autumn air.

“You really won’t tell me?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.  Speaking of…Candace told them you were coming to the concert.”

“Sure.  I was there.”

“No.”  They’d reached her front porch, and she took the couple steps up while he stood on the pavement.  “She told them my secret girlfriend is coming.”

She blanched.  Swallowing, she said, “Well…we were going to have to tell them eventually.”

“Are you ready?”

“Are you ready?”

“Darling, I’ve been ready.”

“You said they might disapprove because of the whole Phineas thing.”

“I said they’d be confused because of the whole ‘you used to date my brother’ bit.”

“What if they do disapprove though?”

He shook his head.

“Ferb, if it were any other girl, your family disliking them would be the ultimate dealbreaker.”

“Irrelevant.  My family loves you.  If they aren’t sure about us , they’ll come around.”  He took her hand, kissed the back of it.  “And I am sure.”

She smiled, rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb.  Ferb wasn’t a stranger to touch.  In many ways, he was more practiced communicating tactilely than verbally. He was even familiar with touching Isabella, as he’d known her most of his life and considered her a close friend almost as long.

It’s not that he hadn’t known it would be different.  Kissing her still felt like a miracle every time, and more private activities a spiritual rite all their own.

The surprising thing was how casually intimate the rest of it was.  Their fingers intertwined, her thumb brushing against his skin, his hand on her knee as he drove.  They made him feel good and warm and safe in ways he hadn’t known something so simple could.

Of course, he never wanted to do anything she wasn’t ready for, but he couldn’t say he was unhappy they couldn’t hide anymore.  It had reached the point where not reaching for her hand when he stood next to her felt unnatural.

“Okay,” she said, and it was such a relief no longer having to hide how looking into her blue eyes made him feel.  “Let’s go for it.”  Her free hand found his cheek and she leaned down to kiss him.  It was a brief one, chaste even, but it still made him sigh.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, kissing her one more time before taking a step back.  She squeezed his hand and tugged him towards her.

“Or…” she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.  “You could come by tonight.”

Stone faced, he said, “I’m not going to tell you what Phineas was going to say.”

“Oh, I don’t think we’ll do much talking,” she whispered.

His breath caught in his throat.  “I’ll see you tonight,” he said finally.  Satisfied, she let his hand slide out of hers and let him cross the street back home.

In the backyard the next morning, Ferb was big enough to admit he’d made a mistake.

Perhaps ‘mistake’ was the wrong word.  He had thoroughly enjoyed himself.  He wouldn’t go back and make a different choice.

Still.  He was exhausted.  Phineas was reading from the plans he’d finalized last night, barking directions.  Buford and three Fireside Girls were hammering and drilling and just in general being very loud.  And Isabella wasn’t even here, so Ferb’s real mistake had been getting out of bed when he clearly could have slept another hour.

His real mistake was getting out of her bed, when she -

“You don’t look so hot, Union Jack.”

He glared at Buford, rubbing the building headache in his temple.

“Late Night?”

“I-”

“Good morning!”

The headache didn’t abate completely, but it was a near thing.  She had her hair up in a pony-tail and was wearing a long-sleeve t-shirt in deference to the cooling autumn morning, but her denim skirt didn’t quite reach her knees.

“You’re chipper this morning,” Buford said with a smirk.

“Why wouldn’t I be?  The sun is shining, it’s a beautiful fall day, my boys are here…”  She sighed, slinging an arm over Ferb’s shoulder.  “And I don’t know what they’re building, but I’m sure it’ll be very exciting.”

“Well, Phineas has his eye on the ball, but I dunno where Ferb’s head is at.”

“Oh?”  She turned to look at him, pouting just a little.  As if that weren’t enough, as if the way her lip jutted out didn’t just beg for him to bite it, her face was inches from his now.  “Everything okay?”

And that was the final straw on a very weak camel’s back.  He swallowed hard.

“I’m going to go make coffee.”

He moved quickly.  By the time he got the pot going, Isabella had slipped inside and into the hall, just out of sight of the backyard.  Ferb spared a quick glance to make sure no one was watching so they wouldn’t see him cross the living room to get to her.  With a hand on her hip and one in her hair he pushed her against the wall, crushing his mouth against hers.

Pulling away for just a moment, she asked, “You did actually start coffee, right?”

He was already dropping kisses down her neck, but he hummed an affirmation against her skin.  Tugging him along, she slid down the wall into the nearby bathroom and locked the door behind them.

When they were finished, he let her return to the backyard first, taking his time to make a cup of coffee he could tolerate.  Once he was back outside, he saw she and Phineas were laughing over something across the yard.

And that had been strange too.  In quiet moments, alone in the twin bed in his dorm room, it had occurred to him that maybe he should be jealous, that maybe he should worry that her feelings for Phineas would resurface, or that his brother would suddenly realize the mistake he made in letting her go.  But every time he saw the two of them together - laughing, enjoying each other’s company - he couldn’t muster it.  She chose him.  And since that wasn’t in question, there was nothing keeping him from being absolutely thrilled that his two favorite people were each other’s favorite people as well.

“Do you think they’ll get back together?”

He snapped to attention, turning to see that Gretchen, thankfully, wasn’t talking to him.  Next to her, Buford released a bark of laughter.

“Hell, no.”

Ferb took a sip of his coffee, trying to hide his smile.  He thought he’d been pretty successful, until Gretchen crossed the yard to join Isabella on her project and Buford sidled up to him.

“How much longer do I gotta act like I don’t know?”

Ferb raised an eyebrow. 

“Don’t play dumb with me.  How long?”

Ferb sighed and held up one finger.

“Day?”

He shook his head, drawing a circle in a ‘keep going’ gesture.

“A week?”

He nodded.

“Good.  I am not great at keeping secrets.”  His eyes darted from one side to the next before asking. “But, uh…Dinner Bell does know…right?”

Ferb nodded fervently, but it didn’t feel like enough, so he added, “Phineas doesn’t-”

Buford rolled his eyes and waved him off.  “Please.  Phineas was never going to see Isabella romantically.  Isabella was always going to grow out of that childish infatuation.  And you two have been a perfect fit since - well, always, but I know y’all started feeling it in high school.  And I’m actually glad it took you a minute to figure it out.  Means you got a better shot at making it all the way.”

Smugly, he put his fists on his hips and finished, “I might look, act, and sound stupid, but I know what’s up.”

Ferb found himself swallowing back a lump in his throat for some reason.  “Who called you stupid?  I’ll get my girlfriend to beat them up.”

Buford chuckled.  “God, I’d hate to be that guy.  That’s the only reason you aren’t getting the ‘break her heart, I’ll break your face’ talk.”

After a moment of silence, he said, “Look, I’m going to be sincere for about 30 seconds, so shut up and listen, okay?”

Ferb didn’t bother to remind him that he rarely spoke, just nodded.

“I think you’re great, but I also think you got real lucky.  But…I also think Isabella is both great and lucky.  So just…”

He took a breath, and Ferb expected him to tell him not to mess it up, but instead he said, “Let yourself enjoy it, okay?”

Ferb swallowed roughly.  When it was evident Buford wasn’t going to say anything else, he prodded, “You still have about 15 seconds.”

“Nah, I’m done.”

“How are things with Bal-”

“Nope.  Done.”  

Ferb conceded with a slight shrug.  Fair enough . 

When he turned to see how Isabella was doing, she was already looking his way, smiling brightly enough to put the sun to shame.

#To Know Where the Light Comes From #More Light Than Heat #phineas and ferb #Phineas and Ferb fanfiction #Ferbella #Ferbella fanfiction #my writing

[alphabetbill]

Bill / Roman Imagines

Just a short list of things I've imagined Bill x Reader Insert doing and it makes me giggle. Little things that keep me up at night. This may be a multi part thing I do when I think of things.

Spontaneous Pillow Fights With Bill

Running away laughing like a maniac after smacking him square across the face with a pillow from the couch. At first, he's stunned, then the realization of war sets in and he stops what he's doing to join in the fun. Armed with two pillows, one more than what you have, it's an unfair fight and you know you've lost as soon as he gets up and chases you. He covers the living room and the kitchen easily and picks you up by the waist to throw you over his shoulder. He carries you back towards the couch and you make it as difficult as possible for him, until he's forced to put you down, unable to put up with your squirming.

He takes the pillow you've been wildly clinging onto and starts bashing you with all the pillows he can find within reach. You're laughing, he's laughing, you're clinging to him and trying to bring him down and he ends up flopping on top of you, tired and sore from laughing. He threatens to hold you down forever unless you stop hitting him with pillows every five seconds. You pinky promise him. He gets off of you, and guess what you do? Hit him with a pillow.

Lazy Mornings With Roman

You go to sleep cuddled up with each other, talking and whispering at all hours of the night. He holds your hands and kisses them when you cup his face and look into his eyes. He's always so at peace when he's lying next to you, you make him feel relaxed and it makes everyone feel at ease.

When you wake up, he's usually spooning you with his face smooshed into your back or shoulder, and his breath feels nice against your skin. He presses kisses to your body when he feels you stir, and he's always begging you to stay still and stay in bed with him for just a few more minutes. He plays with or fixes your hair which he finds an odd fascination with in the mornings, rubs your back or your neck if you slept funny, and he's actually very clingy. When it's his turn to get up early for work, he always kisses you on the cheek, strokes your hair and tells you he loves you before leaving. He always makes sure he kisses you and tells you how he feels before he goes, because it's a mood but any time could be the last time.

Ridiculous Hairstyles With Bill

Maybe he's reading a script or a book, maybe you're watching a movie together or maybe you're just chilling. You come up behind him while he's sitting on the couch and run your fingers through his hair. If it's long enough, you try to pull it up into mini pigtails and he always refuses your puppy-dog eyed request to go down the street with them in his hair.

"Okay. If you don't wear this down the street then you have to give me $20 and you get no kisses for the rest of your life".

You try to hide away while Bill tries to steal the kisses, and you end up giving in.

You will style his hair but you refuse to cut it no matter how many times he insists it will be fine.

Pet Names And Fun Games With Roman

He calls you Honey and you call him Husband.

"Honey i'm home!"

"Hey Husband, whatcha doing?"

You absolutely banter with it a lot and it's ridiculously fun.

"Worst husband ever" when he disagrees with you.

You sometimes reach up to adjust his tie only to completely pull it out just for funsies. Ruffle his hair and you get the look.

You play little tricks just to mess with him- move his stuff or try to run away with it and force him to chase you and catch you if he wants it bad enough. It's your way of testing if he's any fun anymore or if he's fully dead inside.

You tell really bad jokes and puns and he puts up with it. There will be eye rolls.

There will be moments when the two of you just can't stop smiling at each other. You're wondering how you got this man to fall in love with you, and he's wondering how he got so lucky.

Memory Lane With Bill

Bill loves hearing all about your friends and family and he's dying to meet them but would also be incredibly nervous. He adores the way you smile so much when you talk about them, and he cries with you when you reminisce about tough topics. He likes hearing about your family, it's a nice change of pace from his own which can get a bit hectic and loud. You lie in bed talking and he just listens so intently he can actually see what you're describing to him.

Funny and/or embarrassing stories and childhood nicknames are his absolute favourite things to hear from you. He may even straight up ask you if you have any other stories from your childhood, and when you're all out of stories, he wants to hear them again.

More might come when I think of them!

#bill skarsgard #hemlock grove #roman godfrey #bill skasgård #roman godfrey x reader #bill #bill skarsgård fanfiction #bill skarsgård imagine #fanfiction #skarsgard #headcanons #preferences