#i think i just didnt like the no air rearrangement

[princeoftheeternalbog]

Would op boys catch you if you fell? Lets find out next time on dragonball- no sorry it just reminded me of that narrator ANYWAYS.

I only did boys because i didnt have much inspi for Nami and Robin so i decided to wait until i do cos I don't wanna half arse stuff.

So anyways I feel like I saw someone do this idea already but it might've been just one character like a law x reader? I'm not sure but I would love to tag them so if you know please tell me ! I will also try to make sure mine is different :p.

Luffy

Depends. Like if he's fighting or eating then probably not but if he thinks you might get hurt then he will 100% attempt to catch you. Key word being attempt. Poor boy probably makes the fall 10x worse, like if you trip on one step you're suddenly falling down the entire flight of stairs with a weight on top of you. He will apologise though so at least there's that.

Zoro

He always catches you. Or prevents the fall in the first place. He tells himself it's so you're not unnecessarily out of commission for a fight but really he's a huge softie. Though he always catches you really ungracefully, llike there’s no princess carrying here, he's holding you upside down by the ankle with one hand fr. He scolds you every time too like- "Why do you never watch where you're going" or "Tie your shoes next time idiot", which you should hear as "I can't stand watching you get hurt". Cutie:(

Sanji

Oh you know he does. He lives for romance and what's more romantic than saving your beloved from certain doom (tripping on a rock). Oh he also does it in the most dramatic way possible, he'd rather throw himself to the ground underneath you then let you hit the floor, he's doing twirls, picking you up with one arm, occasionally will throw you in the air first so he can rearrange what he's holding. Menace tbh, like he's just obsessed with teasing you in any way possible.

Usopp

Another one who tries his best…tries🙁. He's always so dramatic about it too, he literally screams your name like you're in a horror movie and everyone is always like "WHAT'S WRONG?!" and Usopps just "Oh they tripped on a step". He either injures one of you in his attempt to catch you OR you both end up in the most compromising positions just as someone walks past . He goes so red trying to explain the situation while also trying to check if youre okay😭.

Franky

Oh every time and it’s smooth as hell every single time. Says super cheesy lines every time like “OWWWW GUESS YOU FELL FOR ME BABE”, and he gets sparkly eyed every time, he loves romance as a genre and finds it superrrrrrrr(😚) cute when something happens that matches a trope he's read. If he didn't catch you he'd probably panic and constantly apologise but just give him a kiss and he'll forget about it soon enough.

Brook

Catches you every time, really gently and really romantically. Instead of just full on catching you, he'll purposefully slow your momentum to minimise injuries in case his attempt at grabbing you fails because then you'd both fall and he'd rather not. Like if you trip into him then he'll pull you both into a delicate spin type of dancing and you're like huh??? He thinks its a really cute trait to be honest but it also makes him really worried about your safety so he likes to keep one hand on you at all times.

Jinbei

Catches you as often as he can, like he won't sprint across the ship to stop you from falling but as long as you're in his reach you will never hit the ground. And he always catches you really gently like you barely feel the impact so sometimes you won't even notice you've tripped until later when you see the scuff on your shoe or something. He really likes holding your hand to make sure you ‘keep your balance’.

Law

He doesn't want to look soft so he tries to force himself not to catch you for just harmless falls...yeah no that doesn't work. As soon as he sees you losing balance you hear that ever familiar room, shambles and then you're in his arms. If it's later in your relationship then he's a menace, he will use this to tease you, like "Oh. Looks like an angel fell into my arms" with this stupid ass smug smirk. He's just really obsessed with you.

Kidd

Catches you most of the time unless it's gonna be really funny. Also he catches you super awkwardly, like he's so obsessed with you but he never knows where to put his hands because hes not used to giving affection so it's like just in the most ungraceful ways. You are literally being held up by his arm around your thigh or something and you're like what the fuck and he's just stood there 🧍🏻‍♀️.

Killer

Prevents the tripping and catches you if necessary. But if you're too clumsy then he just starts getting huffy and hauls you up into his arms so there's no risk of you falling whatsover...and then you bang your head against the ceiling- He probably feels so bad if you get hurt because of him to be honest, he tries so hard to make you happy yk. Anyways at some point he just starts adding cushion to all the potentially harmful areas on the ship so even if you do fall it doesn't hurt.

#one piece x reader #x reader #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #usopp x reader #brook x reader #franky x reader #jinbe x reader #jinbei x reader #jimbei x reader #trafalgar law x reader #eustass kid x reader #killer x reader #op fics #op headcannons #monster trio x reader #supernova trio x reader

[comet-forgot-you]

repress

roommate!max fox x reader

summary: max wants to do your makeup

warnings: none really, r thinks theres feelings for max, tension maybe, r is kinda introverted, i think thats all.

a/n: roommate max series? i think maybe. anyway shoutout to the middle pic for the inspiration for this. 😁😁 ive also never willingly worn makeup so like, i didnt know how to write the process, I TRIED MY BEST do not repost for any reason

rooming with max was… something. her personality completely differed from your own. she was outgoing, talked to people without much worry. you on the other hand, you rarely left your shared dorm and hardly talked to people unless they spoke to you first. it was almost a perfect balance.

max would always try and invite you to parties, all for which you politely declined. she was adamant, though. there was no party she went to that she didn’t invite you tag along with her. she wanted to spend more time with you outside of the dorm, she wanted to see you in different settings.

“i’m going to a party tonight, wanna come?” she asks from her spot on her bed.

“no, thank you, though.” you eyes had yet to tear away from the computer screen. you hear shuffling from behind you.

“c’mon, you need a break from that, just one party,” max says. you turn in your chair to look at the girl. she was sat on the edge of the bed, hands holding the sides.

“i need to finish this, i can take a small break, though,” you mutter, stretching your arms out. she stays still, bottom lip getting taken in between her teeth. max pushes herself off of her bed to stand in front of you.

“fine, if you don’t go to the party, at least just get dressed like you are.”

“why would i do that? its pointless.” max furrows her brows.

“its not pointless, it’ll give you a boost of confidence. i’ll do your makeup and help you pick something out, then you can take it off like it never happened.” you roll your eyes.

“youre not doing my makeup.” max frowns.

“why not? it’ll be so cute,” she mumbles, crossing her arms. “just a little bit of eyeliner and eyeshadow, i wont go too crazy, i promise.” you raise your brows and max juts her bottom lip out. you take a deep breath in.

“fine, but nothing too crazy.” max smiles, practically jumping at you to wrap her arms around your beck. she pulls back, keeping her hands on your shoulders.

“go sit on my bed, i’ll be right there.” you raise your brows and shes gone in an instant, going to retrieve her makeup. you let out a huff, what the fuck were you doing?

max is back before you’ve gotten up, eyebrows raised. “get on the bed.” you huff, pushing yourself from your chair and settling yourself on her bed. she sits across from you, setting the makeup she had retrieved in front of her. she leans across the distance between you, “close your eyes.” you’re quick to listen, eyes fluttering closed. she cups your chin to keep you in place. something presses against your eyelid, eyeliner, you think.

max lets out a huff of air, letting go of you. “this position is to awkward, get up real quick.” you open your eyes, brows furrowed slightly. you push yourself off of her bed and max rearranges her pillows. “okay, lay down here,” she says, getting off of her bed. you crawl on her bed, positioning yourself against her pillows. shes quick to follow after you, swinging a leg over your hips.

“what are you doing?” you ask, hands holding onto her hips subconsciously.

“shh, close your eyes,” she says, leaning forward. you do as she says, eyebrows furrowing. the tip of her eyeliner meets your eyelid again, gently running it across it.

shes so close, you can feel her breath against your face, her body so close to yours. you’ve never been so close to her before. brushing against each other in smaller spaces, crammed together in a booth, in your car, sure you’ve been close to her, but it was never this close.

she rubs her thumb over your eyebrows, “stop, you look stressed, its just makeup,” she mumbles. your eyebrows relax, muttering out an apology.

her hand rests on your forehead as she traces another line on your opposite eyelid. she smelt good, her hands soft on your face. she pulls back momentarily and you open your eyes to look at her. she leans over, grabbing her phone from its spot on her bed. it takes a fee moments before she’s turning the camera around to show you how you look.

“do you like it so far?” its simple, but it fits your features so well. you nod.

“yeah, looks good,” you mutter out. max smiles, flipping the phone back to her. she taps a few times and angles it above your face ever so slightly, and in seconds the flash goes off. you scrunch your face at the bright light and max groans.

“dont do that, i want to take a picture, you look pretty.” the compliment lets butterflies loose in your stomach. since when did that happen? you roll your eyes, hoping your heated cheeks didn’t give your inner thoughts away. max repositions her phone, this time rhetorically flash doesnt go off, and she quickly discards her phone to her side. she picks something up, a pencil you think, and she’s leaning back in.

your eyes study her features. her eyes, how they furrow in concentration as she traces your lips. her lips, they look soft, and for a moment, you wonder what they would feel like against your own. her eyelashes were coated with a thin layer of mascara. was she always so pretty?

“you’re staring.” her voice is quiet and she doesnt take her eyes away from your lips. you wait for her to let off of your lips to talk, not wanting to ruin her progress.

“what else am i supposed to do? you’re right in front of me,” you mumble. she smiles, averting her eyes from your own to focus on your lips. she applies a layer of lipstick. your lips feel weird with the additional layer, but you do nothing about. you cant tear your eyes away from her, the way she stares at your lips. you know its just for the purpose of applying the lipstick, but you cant help but want her to press her lips against your own.

she pulls back again, grabbing her phone to show you the end result. “hows it look?” she asks.

“its good.” you can barely even focus on your reflection. max smiles, snapping a picture of you before pushing herself off of you. you miss the heat of her body the second its gone, you miss her being so close. “thats all?” you ask, hoping it doesn’t sound as desperate to her as it did to you.

“yeah, told you i wasn’t going crazy with it,” she stands in front of your dresser. “lets get an outfit now.” you push yourself off of her bed, going to stand next to her as she goes through your drawers.

your mind raced a million miles an hour. it confused you how many times you had thought about kissing her in the small amount of time she spent in your lap, pressed against you. you’d never thought about max that way before, never really allowed yourself to look at her, to think about her, but now that it was forced, you almost wish you would’ve sooner.

you shake your head, ridding yourself of your thoughts. you couldn’t like max, you couldn’t let yourself like her, if thats what was happening. you were pretty sure max was only into guys, and even if she wasn’t, she was your roommate, and you really don’t want to make your living situation weird. you couldn’t like max.

#mikey madison #mikey madison x reader #wlw fluff #wlw post #max fox better things #max fox x reader #max fox #better things #i want max #max is so cutsie

[beepiesheepie]

road rage headcanons

note i am going in with the assumption they know how to. If they have a license is up in the air (they probably dont)

Scout: My boy grew up in Boston, we have the worst fucking roads on the planet. Go ahead and google worst cities to drive in in the US Boston and Worcester will be in the top 5, trust me. Therefore Scout is a terrible driver. He tailgates, leans out the window to shout at people, middle finger all the time, slashes tires and breaks windows, etc etc. He's also just bad at driving. I think his first instinct when road rage takes over is to slam his palm on the horn and lean out his window and scream, even if he's driving, even if he's on the highway. Also he goes like 100 mph and passes people and doesnt use his turn signal.

Soldier: He also cant fucking drive, helmet covering his eyes or not. He's a generally jolly guy while driving though, just dont take him into cities. He will HATE waiting at lights. If he gets honked it, its all over for you, he will get out and grab you through the window by the neck.

Pyro: I dont think Pyro gets road rage all that often tbh, they're a calm driver. Sure the pyroland mask probably influences their choices and what they see but they're overall chill. Don't let them have access to under the car's hood though. Don't.

Demoman: He's nervous about driving, since he has one eye and he's destined sooner or later to become blind, also he's often drunk, so he usually lets other people drive. But if he's ever cut off and misses his exit on these shite american roads, or the shit maps and constant km to miles conversions gets to him, he will shout one big loud shout and then everyone in the car shuts up. if he's drunk he'll start sobbing and hating himself and then oh no the car is in a ditch

Heavy: You don't want to see Heavy mad. When Heavy is mad on the road, he will force the person who fucked with him to pull over and as they're screaming at him he will combine his fists and then slam them onto the car's hood so hard it's almost in half, then leave the guy there and get back in the car. He also shouts one big loud shout and everyone in the car shuts up.

Engineer: Man is also a quiet angry, but he plays the long game, he's more sneaky about it. He will use a device to fuck up someone's car without them knowing, offer to help them, then through his godlike engineering skills the car will do some unimaginable horror the second it starts up and he will drive away laughing. He isn't as skilled with the one big shout that heavy and demo are, so he'll be patient and wait until they're out of the car to fuck up Scout whoever was being loud and obnoxious in his car.

Medic: Does what Engie does, but to the person instead of the car. He also doesn't care if it's broad daylight in the middle of a city he'll just rearrange their skeleton right then and there then speed away. Average tuesday for him tbh. and also unlike Engie when he's done he'll be his usual cheerful happy giggly self right after as if it didnt happen. I think it'd take a lot to make him mad, cause he brushes it off by going 'im too amazing and sexy and beautiful for this shit'. He also HATES american roads, and hates having to constantly do km to mph conversions and drive on the wrong side

Sniper: He's the most chill i think, but he has definitely killed someone on the side of a road in the middle of nowhere and then left their body there. It takes a fair bit to give him road rage. When he does he just, follows. He's a patient man he'll get his revenge. I can also see him leaning out the window and giving the finger while shouting 'WANKA' though.

Spy: He does Medic's 'im too beautiful and sexy for this' but to a higher extreme. He's tooootally above road rage, toooootally. He toootally didnt leave a body on the side of the road and they still havent been found to this day, nope. His car is also expensive as hell, so no one touches him on the road for fear of having to pay damages on it.

#tf2 #team fortress 2

[albedosarmpit]

albedos slip up (frostarm Lawachurl x Albedo)

(wanted to write albedo being manhandled but figured lawachurls rearranging his insides is just manhandling but a little bit more extreme, this does get a little silly i think idk i just want to ruin albedo i couldnt care less)

warnings: noncon, monster fucking, crying, 

when Albedo is jerking off or experiencing pleasure he tends to forget everything, become blind to everything except that feeling and the thing causing that feeling. Albedo thought he had found somewhere safe to jerk off, climbing dragonspire is a long and annoying road even with the amount of camps he has scattered around. he couldnt take it anymore, the tent in his pants, that feeling of his cock throbbing and wanted to be free was teasing for him. So, as anyone would he goes to an old Hilichurl camp, completely abandoned by everything. he took a seat on the cold ground sitting on a batch of snow with what appeared to be 3 stones sticking out and began jerking off, his breath visible each time he panted. albedo pulled his shirt up as his moans began echoing throughout dragonspire as he came all over himself. he sat there like that and looked at the sky, trying to catch his breath as the cold air attacked his lungs. 

albedo tried to calm down as he looked down at the ground, he didnt realize this before but as his vision went clearer the stones beneath him werent stones, the texture was more like a horn than anything else, albedos breaths grew heavier as he was instantly picked up by a heavy hand wrapped around his torso ripping some of his clothes as he was moved and face-face with a frostarm-lawachurl.

the lawachurl breathed out, using its other hand and its claw to carefully cut open Albedos pants, exposing his flaccid cock. Albedo tried to wiggle out of the Lawachurls grasp but he couldnt, tears began to fill his eyes as he couldnt call for his weapon, he was stuck here, he was suppose to meet with sucrose later but now he didnt even know if he would be alive to see her. Tears fell down Albedos face as the Lawachurl moved him, down to his monster cock. 

Lawachurls cocks are weird. they have different appearences based on the element, Frostarm Lawachurls were the thickest of them all, using the thickness as a way for warmth. the cock was the same color as its skin, with a deep dark blue tip.

Albedo began to yell out as he was lowered onto it, taking the tip first causing himself to get hard as his prostate was hit by this monster, the Lawachurls grasp began to loosen and instead the Lawachurl put a finger on both of Albedos shoulders, the strength of which were insane, if you had tried to resist the raw power of them you would be the one to get injured. Albedo knew this and was forced to submit, cumming instantly as he was forced down onto the cock, the cum covering the Lawachurls thumb as he moved it and put it infront of albedos mouth, forcing him to take it and taste his mess, Albedo unintentionally bit it but even that was too weak for the Lawachurl to even react to it.

(ENDING IT HERE SORRY WILL DO MORE OF THIS LATER MAYBE- IDK HOW TO DRAFT POSTS SO YEAH- hope you liked it im sorry if my writing was bad i just like ranting and not reading over it-) if you have any ideas or requests feel free to ask me!!

#monster fucker #tw monsterfucking #albedo smut #genshin albedo #genshin smut #genshin imagines

[kitsoa]

I once again got the urge to work on my Trigun Stampede Broadway Musical Concept. But I feel it requires me to do more research on musicals. Expand my horizons for the music references.

For the record, I'm thinking about writing an outline with the song concepts and summarizing how they progress or move the plot. Note the changes in characterization and make a little Bible of ideas on how to bring it to life like effects and costumes.

There would also be song references from other musicals, not necessarily the content of the song but the mood and style mixed with notes on instrumentation or allusions to the tristamp ost.

Finally I would make a playbill cover. Cause most musicals do stylized iconic renderings that don't depict detailed actors for the sake of a rotating cast.

I just have to decide how overtly gay we are getting cuz the vashwood dynamic would be the real heart of the narrative. It would be very subversive to not be explicit with a romantic subplot but we could maintain the emotional core of all the relationships regardless.

But omg I'm reviewing some dialogue from trimax and like there would be no way to drop some of these lines in song and not feel a romantic motif. Song does that lol. These guys have to be the emotional backbone.

At the risk of sounding heteronormative, Meryl would need a narrative upgrade as the sole female lead... I know romance is not my only choice here but it is the musical trope satisfying one. I'm gonna try to avoid it. Even though I have a real soft spot for vashmeryl.

She is the audience insert character and I would have to do well to make her not passive but maybe grow towards something in her relationship to parallel the themes of human nature, in a way that tristamp couldn't/ didnt have the air time to do. Maybe mess with her motives a bit, give her some kind of commentary on the setting and have her make an active choice, maybe in the plant reveal turn of the narrative (which is an act 1 finale thing as of now, act 2 is flashback and maybe an original escalating plotline). This isn't corrective by any means, I love Meryl but the engagement in a musical setting is very different.

I know for a fact that I'll have to rearrange some things and combine some ideas from even the tristamp formula. Mainly to fit into the 2 act format or accommodate the flow and set.

I'm rambling but most musicals don't have lore and tristamp has lore and I think it could be really really effective and cool. Ahhh this is just an excuse to listen to a bunch if show tunes.

Anywhere, does this sound interesting or am I just crazy? The right kind of crazy?

#trigun #trigun stampede #this is a very strange project especially in how to execute and share it with others #but like guys im obsessed #trigun would make a very cool musical #think of all the normal folk having thier minds melted by some starwars dune western musical #itd be a surprise akin to hamilton #trigun musical concept #thats my tag for it

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

So I don’t really care that much about song meaning,but I read some pjms and armys theories and I don’t really understand why dome of them are so against LC being about sex. I am not saying the song is only about that, LC is deep, it’s about escapism etc but when all back up dancer and doing very explicjt sexual moves I think it’s safe to say the meaning it’s connected to carnal please too

Getting this ask today reminded me of this other long ask I got weeks ago and never got around to reply. Finally I went and searched for my face posts 😅

- jimin confirmed on release day that he was inspired by Like Crazy (2011) and never missed any chance to mention this film during promos. so what was he trying to correlate? bear with me ✋

Sex and Alcohol are interchangeable coping mechanisms. both jacob + anna cope with pain of separation by carelessly drinking and having sex. in fact jacob's sex scenes also hold interesting symbolisms regarding intimacy. let's move to anna: she's toxic in wanting to get back with jacob despite being apart for so long. this is reminiscent to how the girl pulls jimin into the dream club and meets him midway the mv. as jm said in the spotify intvw, he's showing how "one loses themselves after a loved one in a Dream". what does it imply? he's yearning for something meaningful to feel complete yet it's unattainable, nor can he stay healthy post loss in Face-Off hence confrontation in the bathroom mirror cuz he's the problem. (the next track 'Alone' is where he accepts his mistake of not properly dealing w/ his complex emotions beforehand.)

the anima theory (which armys/jikookers poorly mutated into a gender crisis) is Jung's belief that man projects his inner desires on his wife/lover. this phenomenon is criticism by psychologists on emotionally stunted man-childs!!? so not only do theories which refuse to address the clear romantic/sexual imagery just plain disingenious but disrespecting jm as well.

he is a hopeless romantic but he referenced a movie about withering relationships here, and how sex is not necessarily love (jacob realizing his sexual compatibility with sam cannot help him move on from anna with whom his attachment is sincere)

i'm not peaking into jm's personal life but im not denying the song's adult concept either. he didnt need to dance such sensual choreo nor refrain teens during the fancall from watching the dance (the backup dancers were having full blown sex) but he did! for he had a story to tell! remember when jm, during encore, said he'll do a modest version of a dance step to pacify jealous fans, it wasnt the group hug intro but the mirror step, which he did with a male dancer instead on stage. jm and karmys had a mutual understanding of what that move signified, and why 1 female dancer was specifically chosen for it in the first place. jm was rightfully teasing them about the whole dance and not just because girls were in it.

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There's nothing wrong with thinking it's about sex, but there's also nothing wrong with thinking it's not about sex. I mean, Jimin never explicitly said "it's not about sex" or otherwise, but at some point he did use a bed as prop with people all around (over) him. There's also the fact that men embrace him in the original choreo but he didn't think that was appropriate for music shows which would be aired on Korean tv. He also said he wanted the song to have an "ambiguous" feel and honestly, he got that concept very well executed. The song feels like a lot of things at once.

I agree with many points of the second ask, and I think you'd find I said similar stuff when I talked about my own interpretation.

The only thing I disagree with is the last part because it feels -to me- kinda deranged to see something sexual in the mirroring part because there's nothing like that going on. I think Jimin was just joking with the fans, and it was all banter, and that's the easiest part of the choreo to rearrange for fun. I really don't see anything sexual in that part of the choreo.

I don't think I have much more to add at least for now. I re-read my posts and I still feel the same way about the song.

Also this one about set me free because why not 🫡

[morguemaw]

Out of curiosity, what does it feel like to get high? I'm massively anxious about being under any influence, so I like to ask when I know someone's okay with it so that I kind of live it vicariously :) part of the anxiety of it is because addiction runs in the family, and part of it is because i hate being out of control-- even being too sleepy to function doesn't sit well with me.

Thats super valid!! I know alot of people have bad thoughts about weed so i understand! I also wouldnt suggest anyone do weed of any kind unless you can understand what will happen and its legal of course For me how it feels varies, but the gist is I feel extra giggly, smiley, kinda out of breath and from what my gf says i talk in a high pitched tone, i tend to forget things or repeat things, and it leaves me feeling numb, kinda dizzy, and kinda out of it The downfall for me is with the numb feeling i cant feel body pains or my own breathing, so i do need to remind myself to take some big gulps of air a few times, but the plus is i can eat some foods i couldnt normally because of my sensitive teeth ( ice cream is an example ), when it comes to body pains i rearranged my entire room ( which fun fact it keeps me fairly focused on physical tasks like cleaning or cooking ) and didnt know my hip was hurting until i was coming down from a high and was super confused why my hip felt like i pulled a muscle HAGHGA Its super easy to freak me out, i get scared easily and i do get emotional, though i can say its still super fun even if it gets scary at points bc well thats just the fun of high for me! Its exactly like a roller coaster. When you get on you know what to expect, but until it kicks in more you dont grasp it fully until there you are! It only comes fully into registering while you are coming down from it and think back on what you can remember

#gutsy high #< not yet #waiting for it to really kick in

[jinkicake]

Just checked the calendar,,,, and scaramouche birthday is in 15 days🥲 I feel like he’s gunna pop up in my dreams or something I’m nervous bc albedo was just there; that’s my fault tho for falling asleep reading a fic where susbedo rails me and albedo is watching from behind the door of the KOF lab. I just remember looking up when I was struggling to stay alive and kicking eyes w him across the room and him going 🤫🤭 before I blacked out and woke up😭 12am if January 3rd he’s going to show up w ropes n chains n shit🫠 like he’s definitely the sadistic fuck to smile like the Cheshire Cat knowing that he has something over you😒 it’s his special day so he can fuck you in the shrine while yae can’t do shit to him (actually kazuha would also in the”being forced to watch the shogun play w you” scenario; love a man who’s been pushed into insanity) like he will make a huge pillow fort in the publishing house too and then fuck you right in the middle of it, like Ei is dumb asf but she’s way nicer than her shit puppet so when she hears the “poor defenseless traveler” has been taken and is being held hostage by her creation she’s like “oh no🥺🥺” so she rushes over there to help and use is like…. Something ain’t right here this feels like strap why is it completely empty. Then they get sucked into a mind realm of HIS own making. Ei becomes painfully aware of what day it is and they’re stuck listening to the screams of the traveler😔😔 more,deeper and faster; he would pull their hair and make them look they electro archon right in the face while making them swear allegiance to him as the true archon(which I would do without question lmao are you kidding? He’s way better than her and would have cherished Inazuma like she said nah you’re too nice I want everyone to be miserable 💕)can do nothing but sit back and watch him ruin the traveler and then begging for him to finish inside and to go deeper🤭 BONUS POINTS IF EI AND MAYBE MEIKO TOO WERE FOND OF THE TRAVELER AND DIDNT GET THE CHANCE TO TELL THEM!! I love unnecessary suffering it’s suck a great genre🥰 need to see her looking broken and helpless while he grins all crazy back at her is the ultimate revenge!! (Honestly same as abyss aether having you suck him off or ride him on his throne while lumine or whoever watches in shock☺️ he said I’m here to ruin everyone’s lives and he should!)

WHERE DO YOU FIND THESE FICS????? I need to read them too! I'm jealous of your dreams tbh...

naur youRE WRONGGG for putting that kazuha suffering into the air T T omg i dont think he could handle that tbh! he might just actually k!ll the puppet and then her creator! we all know he wants to- (with good reason-)

omgggg.... yes the unnecessary suffering is too good like that's what makes the 'fucking in front of the other person' so good like eeeek if miss miko had feelings for the traveler and came across them getting their guts rearranged by scara.... she would make it EVERYONE's problem... and she would probs k!ll the puppet like she wanted to do hundreds of years ago LOL

no bc abyss aether is superior like- he's a princeeee and he got to fuck around w pierro im jealous of him actually! not sure if i want to be him or with him!

#sarahandoikawatalkshit

[ilhoonftw]

i would just like to rant for a sec about kpop groups not be able to sing. i’ve stanned btob for a while now and have always liked groups that have good vocals and when they joined kingdom i was like eh sure i’ll watch some old men hang out with the kids.

most of it was… fine ig i knew i was biased but i thought btob had some only the most creative stages and it was fun to watch them interact with other groups. but then stray kids covered i’ll be your man and i was like ???? who in the i worms thought that group could handle those vocals?? i sometimes randomly think about it and cringe real bad and get secondhand embarrassment bc it i hated it that much. and then all my stray kids fans were like wow best performance i’ve ever seen. like???? idk if you’ve watched it but i was like how could anyone be proud of that perf 😂 anyways i left that showing knowing one thing and it was btob kings of vocals

yoo anon thank you. i never really openly talked about it when kondom was airing bc i didnt wanted to get any angry anons 🙈 so im gonna be honest here, finally

i watched it 2 and half times. it was bad. i couldnt believe it really.... their skill level... it was not it. you cant build a house with toy tools meant to play in sand........ whoever said it was good? you lied. and you need to see ear doctor immidiately. there gotta be some wax blockage. my bestie top btob stan @ddonggeun pretty much refused to watch that stage lmao. the climax part where rap and vocals are meshed together? it was embarazzing. btob can do it bc both rappers and vocalists know how to harmonize and support each other without overshadowing each other... they are good on their own And good when performing as a group. back to that stage.. they turned a song about catholic guilt mixed with doomed romance.. into some ??? dark brotherhood fantasy. i guess style over substance. i dont get it and i hated it. it was Not Good. @ me if you want idc. it doesnt deserve the praise it got

btob rearranges their own songs to make them easier to perform live, what were they thinking.... btob has like 5 way easier titles... for example: if they did 2nd confession... chill song with a+ line distribution and it's still not boring. i'd say 'respect' and go my merry way. even thriller would be a better choice but it still has bits that aren't as easy as they seem

btob titles.. starting with winters tale and ending with show your love... they are all tailor made for them. eunkwang is the one who oversees part distribution. that's why their songs seem easy... they are made for them and them only idc! that's the truth. not every group has 4 v good vocalists plus rappers than can carry a tune and have a clear diction.

yea i get angry anons wherever i talk about how btob songs are hard to cover and almost no one pulls them off... idc. ppl just want to show off their vocals so they don't re-arrange the songs or adjust the key. big mistake huge. one of very few good btob covers is lightsum's only one for me. they changed it up and took it easy. worked out well. if u cant sing like btob... maybe dont cover their songs... btob spent 3 years of extreme nugudom going on radio/tv shows and covering 173849 songs, from super hard korean ballads to jpop classics. i have a whole yt playlist full of uncut btob rehearsal videos and they are just... wearing sweats, playing around And singing their ass off. btob on chill mode is what some idols fail to achieve on stage...

btob kondom stages were crazy bc 1. they pulled them off vocally 100% despite half of them being sick 2. u dont need to read a whole essay to understand ~symbolism and meaning~ 3. you can tell they learnt a lot from years of doing concerts with Live Band And musicals 4. whole staff working with them nailed their job, from choreographers, dancers, set designers to stylists

yea i have superiority complex what you gonna do about it! yejiapsa btob

#ask #mellobs

[iuv4eva]

5:45 p.m.

Nayeon is with Jihyo in her room.

“I’m upset with her. Shes been such a brat.”

Nayeon goes on to vent to Jihyo about how Jeongyeon has been spending more time with Momo and Sana instead of her. Her own girlfriend.

Jihyo agrees, noticing to sudden change in behavior towards Nayeon too.

“Maybe talk to her. Ask why she’s acting this way towards you?”

—

7:02 p.m.

Nayeon walks nervously towards Jeongyeon’s room. She opens the door which she instantly regrets. She walks in to see Momo on top of Jeongyeon, in a soft make out session on her bed.

“Can’t you knock..?” Jeongyeon says.

“What do you mean can’t I knock? I came to ask why you’ve been ignoring me these past days, but i guess I already have my answer.” Nayeon doesn’t hold back yelling at her.

She stomps out and slams the door behind her.

Their heated argument could be heard by everyone in the dorm.

Members worriedly walk towards Nayeon’s room trying to comfort her. She locks the door before they could come in, knowing she would just start yelling at them too out of anger.

Little did Nayeon know Jihyo was still there sitting quietly in the corner of the room. Jihyo couldn’t stand looking at her like this.

Hurt. Angry. Confused.

—

7:30 p.m.

While Tzuyu holds Chaeyoung back from cursing both Jeongyeon and Momo out, they just sit there. Laying down. Looking at the ceiling.

No words are being exchanged between the 2nd and 3rd eldest members. Just thinking about how they can continue their promotions as a group without an painfully awkward tension in the air.

“Go talk to her. I’ll take the blame.”

“I can’t. She won’t believe me. I hurt her. Badly.”

—

8:45 p.m.

Jeongyeon knocks on her girlfriend’s door.

Nayeon opens the door with a tear stained face, not caring about her appearance at this point.

“What do you want.”

“I didnt mean to..”

Nayeon just blankly stares at her not believing her bullshit.

“I was just so desperate for somebody’s affection. I figured you didn’t want to be with me anymore ever since i saw Jihyo coming into your room everyday.”

“Why would I fuck Jihyo??”

At this point both of them are pissed off.

“I never said you fucked Jihyo. I-“

“That’s what it sounds like.” Nayeon cuts her off.

“You know what. Nevermind. Since you’re always right and I’m always wrong.” Jeongyeon raises her voice a little.

Before Jeongyeon could walk out the door, Nayeon grabs her arm softly.

“Im sorry.. My mind is just crowded with alot right now..”

She brings Jeongyeon in for a soft, passionate kiss, but she pulls away when she feels a tear touching her face.

“Why are you crying Jeongyeon-ah?”

“I- I should’ve never gotten away from you..I was so stup-“

“Shh. I got you alright?” Nayeon stares lovingly into her eyes.

They continue on. One thing leads to another and you know the rest..

—

10:03 p.m.

Jeongyeon, not being able to walk, is piggybacking on Nayeon to the kitchen.

(They both got hungry after rearranging eachothers guts for about an hour)

She sits Jeongyeon on the counter, giggling into a kiss.

While Nayeon looks for food in the fridge, Jihyo comes up beside Jeongyeon and leans her arm on the same counter.

“I see you both are fine now. Everyone heard you guys by the way.”

Jeongyeon just stares at her with her eyes wide open. Nayeon on the other hand just acts as if she didn’t hear shit.

—

10:55

Nayeon knows she can’t sleep soundly without making her girlfriend cum atleast two more times.

—

11:25

“Fuck..how am i going to dance tomorrow.” Jeongyeon stares at the ceiling just taking in how hard she just got fucked for the second time today.

“You should’ve thought about that before letting me top you.” Nayeon says with a sly grin on her face.

Suddenly, a knock on the door.

Jeongyeon goes to get it with wobbly legs. But Nayeon goes to support her by hugging her around her waist.

“Wae?”

“Can you guys shut the fuck up. Mina and I are trying to sleep.”

“Don’t act like you guys haven’t been loud before. Goodnight mianhae.” She rolls her eyes.

#twice smut #smut #jeongyeon #jeongyeon smut #twice #twice angst #nayeon #2yeon #twice 2yeon

[bisexual-bitch-blogs]

"Geo Baby"

NSFW! Sub Zhongli X Dom Fem Reader

Just to let u kno. Reader is a pyro user.

POV Everyone in Liyue knows you and Zhongli are married. However, people think that the Geo Archon is your typical top. Oh how wrong they are

Includes: Soft BDSM, temperature play, degradation, pegging, bondage

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There on the bed, was the glorious god of war tied up, shibari- style. Zhongli softly whimpers at the burning hot wax dripping onto his nipples.

"Babe, I need you to be more quiet..You wouldn't want our child to wake up and come in, seeing you like this, would you?"

You began to move the candle around other parts of your husband's body as his breath hitches, body flinching at every contact with the melted red wax. His body was practically burning up from the heat in the room with the addition of your wax play. The tall pale man felt like he was having a fever. Whatever the mortals call the sickness.

"Ughnn..!"

Using up almost half of the candle,, you finally decided to put it down. Grabbing a red ball gag, you put around Zhongli's mouth.

"Look at you. And people call you Geo Daddy? Pathetic. You crave to be filled like the slut you are. They want you to rail them? No, you want to be railed instead. Only if they knew..."

Blowing out the candle. You put out the fireplace with a water bucket and opened the windows to let the chilly night air come in. Opening up the cooler nearby, inside a bunch of small pieces of ice and a purple strap on.

You wrapped the frozen strap onto your hips, barely flinching at the coldness and snatched a fistful of ice. You let it melt on your warm hand while using your other hand to prep Zhongli with some silk lube.

"Aaannnhh! Ughh! Ahhn!"

You slipped your cold wet hand around the raventte's member and jerked him off roughly. Pulling your slicked fingers away. Zhongli began to fight against his restraints. With just one hand. You smacked his ass and laid him down onto his back.

"Ahhn!"

You rubbed your cold cock between his thighs.

"Tch. Patience, whore. Or else I leave you outside for the whole Teyvat to see."

With a quick snap if your hips, you entered, sliding back and forth inside the ebony haired male' s velvet walls.

"UGGHH! NGHnnn! Aaannnhh! Ahhnn..!"

The sudden cold temperature made the ravenette moaned loudly, fat tears fell down his face. A tight knot formed in his stomach as you kept rearranging his guts, roughly. He came onto his stomach. Some managed to get on his face. You leaned down to his neck and made dark bruising hickeys.

"Nggh! NGH! MMN! Ahhn!"

Knowing what your husband wants. You skillfully cut off the ropes with a dagger and took off the ball gag. He immediately cling onto you like a koala. With his now cold body rubbing against your warm one. To quiet down his moans. He kissed you, slightly opening his mouth for you to enter which you obliged. With one last final hard thrust. Zhongli came before collapsing onto the bed.

While your lover slept. You noticed the rope marks on his body while cleaning up.

"Hmmm it looks like I tied it too tight this time...Oh well."

-Timeskip-

In the morning, while brushing your teeth. Zhongli came in looking like a snacc. Thus you had him for breakfast that morning. Your child didnt care but was grateful to have more time to sleep in.

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I feel like deleting myself from tumblr. I get an idea but I f it up while writing. Like head empty 😭

#genshin x reader #zhongli #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin+impact+x+reader #genshin zhongli

[kckenobi]

OH MY GOODNESS MISS KASEY I JUST READ THE HAIRCUT STORY AND I WAS THINKING AND ACTUALLY I DIDNT LOOK IF YOU HAD REQUESTS AS A THING OR IF THEY WERE OPEN BUT LIKE SOMEDAY WOULD YOU WRITE SOMETHING WITH QUI GON STILL ALIVE OR BACK WHEN OBI WAN WAS A PDAWAN PLEASE IF NOT THATS FINE I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING TYSM

in which Qui-Gon is alive but Obi-Wan still takes Anakin as his apprentice; Obi-Wan takes care of a sick Padawan Ani, and Qui-Gon looks after them both

“He’s asleep?”

Qui-Gon stood in Obi-Wan’s bedroom doorway, leaning against the frame as he’d done hundreds of times before. But this time it wasn’t his own apprentice he’d come to check on—well, not only his own apprentice. Qui-Gon watched as Obi-Wan sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand across Anakin’s forehead to check for a temperature, and felt himself smile.

“Finally,” Obi-Wan whispered. “It’s about time. I think the healers were mistaken when they said the fever reducer might make him drowsy.”

Qui-Gon gave a quiet chuckle. “The boy is energetic, of that I’m certain. Even when he’s ill,” he said. “Reminds me quite a bit of another little boy I once knew.”

“I can’t imagine who.” Obi-Wan smiled at his Master, then turned back to the boy. He tucked the blankets around his shoulders, and he stirred slightly, shivering.

Obi-Wan stood from the bed and took the cold cloth from Anakin’s forehead, entering the refresher to dampen it again. As the water ran, Qui-Gon made his way deeper into the room, his eyes finding their way around the space. So much of it was the same—books of poetry and philosophy and aerodynamics scattered about, scribbled notes and datapads. But there were new things, too. Anakin’s belongings—smaller shoes, the occasional model speeder—that marked this place as more than just Obi-Wan’s. And as Obi-Wan emerged from the fresher, Qui-Gon found himself expecting to see the Padawan braid in the place it used to be. Because more things had changed, now, than the items in this room.

But as he watched Obi-Wan replace the cold cloth on Anakin’s forehead, tenderly brushing back the boy’s hair, he decided they were good things.

“You should get some rest yourself,” Qui-Gon said. He crossed the room and sat down on the bed, on Anakin’s other side. “You’ve been up all night.”

“I’m fine,” Obi-Wan said. “I need to be here when he wakes up.”

“You’ll be no use to your boy if you come down with a fever too.”

“I told you, Master, I’m alright.”

But Qui-Gon was already reaching into the Force—pulling gently on the old Force bond they shared, imploring him to open it. Obi-Wan’s eyebrows lilted in mock surprise, and he smirked. But still, he let his old Master in.

And Qui-Gon sensed it fully, then—Obi-Wan’s headache, the bone-tiredness that resulted from caring for a sick child for days with no rest. And he didn’t need the Force to see how Obi-Wan’s own hand shook as it rearranged the pillows, or how his face had gone whiter than the sheets on the bed. Qui-Gon shook his head.

“Let me help you,” he said. “You haven’t rested in over 24 hours. I’m here—what can I do?”

“I’m fine,” Obi-Wan insisted. “He’s asleep—that’s all I need. Now we just wait and hope his fever breaks, and in the morning—“

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said again. “Please.”

Obi-Wan tried to protest some more—that Padawan stubbornness rearing its head, the kind he’d come to find endearing. But he was far too tired to argue. His resolve sputtered out.

“Could you...do you mind watching him for a few minutes while I go take a shower?” Obi-Wan said. “I won’t be long, I just—Anakin got...well, we spent quite a bit of time sitting on the bathroom floor today, I’ll say that.”

Qui-Gon’s eyes flicked away from Obi-Wan’s sheepish face, down to the rumpled tunics his former Padawan wore. The fabric, in contrast to Obi-Wan’s usual crisp propriety, was stained.

“Of course,” Qui-Gon said, smiling warmly. “And Padawan—“ He mimed sniffing the air, then holding his nose, and Obi-Wan snorted. “Take your time. You’re doing us all a favor.”

And for the first time that day, as he disappeared into the refresher, Obi-Wan was laughing.

Qui-Gon was still sitting at Anakin’s side when Obi-Wan emerged a short time later, his hair damp and tunics fresh. He padded barefoot across the room and sat down again on the bed, nodding his thanks. But even as he looked down at Anakin, his eyelids seemed to flutter.

“Sleep, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said. “The boy will be fine tonight. As long as he is resting, so should you.”

“But I have to look over him, I have to—“

“I will look over him, my Padawan,” Qui-Gon said, and Obi-Wan gave a small smile at the term. “I will look over both of you.”

Obi-Wan looked defeated. He opened his mouth to argue, but the words were replaced by a yawn. His eyelids drooped.

He didn’t say anything as Qui-Gon pulled back the sheets on the other side of the bed, nor as he slid in beneath them. And just as he had twelve years ago, when Obi-Wan was a young boy much like the one laying beside him—Qui-Gon tucked him in to sleep.

“Goodnight, my boys,” Qui-Gon said, his eyes moving to Anakin and then to Obi-Wan. He smiled.

Obi-Wan’s eyes were already closed as the words came out in a whisper:

“Thank you, Master.”

—

Thanks for this prompt, it was fun to do something light and short! Also, the haircut fic in reference is Reflections, for anyone who’s wondering :)

#wow it’s been so long since I did a prompt #I kinda got burnt out of them honestly but this was a nice refreshing change to try one! #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #qui gon jinn #my fic #whump

[wizkiddx]

Blurb req- Tom and the reader on a private jet hungover? just pure fluff?

fluffy requests are well and truly open ( bcos I adored writing this ahah) and let me know what u think , I am deff not a writer so any feedback or tips would be v appreciated :))

summary: tomhollandxactress!reader - a wrap party followed by an early morning flight and a grumpy Harry, what could possibly go wrong?

warning: mentions of alcohol and sickness

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The remorse. The regret. It only made the pounding in your head even worse. Why those two 1.5 litre bottle of Bacardi had been brought out was beyond you. Why the you six of you had then decided to empty said bottle was even more of a mystery. It wasn’t like any of you had needed it, you’d all been more than ‘merry’ prior to the cheap rum and coke. 

Hence the state of you, Tom and Harry as well as your manager Davey and Tom’s team of Rachel and Andrew. All having made very little effort with your appearance - joggers and hoodies all round, with you and Rachel also sporting sunglasses because you were simply smarter than the boys. Thankfully, this wasn’t a big trip that fans knew about, this was you and Tom moving location under cover  - the studios didnt want anybody to know that either of you made a feature in this film, so everything was under the cover of darkness. Which to be honest you were not complaining about. However, you were complaining about the fact the flight had been scheduled to leave at 7 am the night after your wrap party though.

The two of you had just wrapped your most recent and most ambitious movie to date - hence the massive celebrations last night for just surviving and getting it done. It had been the most intense 3 months of your life, there had been times you’d cry for hours on end, times you just wanted to quit fully knowing you’d never be hired again for leaving a multimillion dollar company in the lurch.But you all, somehow, had survived. So celebrations were in order of course but perhaps not as far as you all managed last night?

Your whole convey appeared to have travelled to the airfield in absolute silence, no one particularly fancied hearing anyone else’s voice- which to be honest seemed quite fair. You’d ridden in a car with Tom and Harry, with you resting your head on Tom’s broad shoulder - which had obviously made Harry gag, rolling his eyes. Bless Harry, really he was the only reason you and Tom had got together, after getting sick of the mutual pining he’d been forced to live with during the previous 2 projects you’d worked on together. But now, having had to put up with the two of you being so ridiculously loved up for the past 3 months - understandably a bit of distance from you and his brother was overdue. 

One of the flight attendants busied themselves loading your luggage, whilst the pilot asked you and Tom for a photo. Of course, you weren’t going to say no however you did have to cringe at how rough you both looked. His teenage daughter certainly would be less excited to see that her Dad hadn’t met Tom Holland and Y/n Y/l/n. Instead he’d met the zombified, undead and rougher frauds. Still you smiled as much as you could, wincing when you removed the glasses and the early morning sun pierced your restricted pupils. God it wasn’t your day. 

The guy didn’t seem to mind though, excitedly hurrying off onto the plane to settle in the rest of you - leaving just you and Tom outside on the tarmac. 

“Poor guy, we look like shit.” You murmured while taking a step closer to lean slightly into his side. 

“Speak for yourself love.’Tom snickered into the top of your head, after pulling you completely into his chest. This wasn’t normally allowed, your relationship still wasn’t public and both of you intended on keeping it private for as long as possible. But you were in an otherwise empty field in the middle of nowhere (somewhere in Georgia) before 8 am. It was actually quite nice to feel your boyfriends arms round you in the outside world, especially when you felt this shit. After a few moments you pulled away, arching back at Tom’s pouty face as you motioned it was time to get on the plane. 

“’S too late you know.” Your brows furrowed at his half formed sentence, facial expression only demanding him to explain more. “They all have already taken the good seats… Harry basically sprinted on so he can hog the bed thing.” In response it was your turn to pout, groaning as you fell back into his chest again. Yes, this was a complete first world issue, a private jet paid completely by your bosses was not something a lot would moan about. Truly you were grateful for everything you had in life, but with the worst hangover of your life when the opportunity of lying down for 6 hours instead of being stuck in a chair had manifested itself… well of course you felt robbed by your almost brother Harry. 

Chuckling at your reaction, he gave you an extra squeeze before leading the both of you up the stairs to the cabin. Sure enough Harry had completely and totally claimed the longer couch at the far end of the plane, lying on his stomach with his face hidden in the crook of his elbow. Rolling your eyes at the predictable situation, you didn’t miss Davey laughing at your sorry state - nmaking you throw daggers at him in your eyes. 

Davey was your second father, the relationship between the two of you far transcended any professional working one. Which is why the two of you acting like this was very much a norm and not rude at all. He had also got the next best seat in the corner with the most leg room which he clearly loved to show off. 

Unsurprisingly then you and Tom ended up squashed into the corner with your legs crumpled up together in the small space floor space. The brunette opposite you didn’t seem to mind so much but that was because he had an adaptational advantage. He could sleep anywhere and everywhere , whenever he wanted. On set if he was tired? Just take a ten minute power nap on the floor. Bored of a long car journey? Just conk out against the window. It absolutely infuriated you, as no matter how hard and how exhausted you were - it was rare you could get any further than a light doze. Even before the two go you got together, having a best mate that could skip all the boring bits and was immune to jet lag… you can see how that makes you want to punch him square in the face.

After a short safety talk from the pilot and flight attendant, the plane whirred into life and you were up in the air. Although in your current state, it would be reasonable to assume the beauty of flying had somewhat rubbed off - you were certain it never would. No matter how many flights you took across country ,and in fact continents, for work; you’d never get sick of watching the view below you. It was perfect and breathtaking and took your mind off the pounding in the back of your head for the first 20 minutes.

Until the need for sleep took over as either you need to be unconcious or you were going to vomit - which you really didn’t want to do at 40,000 feet in a tin box. Trying to rearrange your limbs to get comfier you accidentally knocked Tom’s leg rather forcefully, causing him to jump half out his seat, heavy eyes blinking quickly as he tried to get his baring as to what was attacking him - quickly answered by your guilty look. 

“You okay love?” His voice was slurred, sounding almost sleep drunk - but perhaps was just actually still a little drunk. You’d only headed to bead last night at 4 am and had to be up at 6 - which isnt very long for your poor kidneys to try and process the stupid amount of alcohol you’d both  happily been chugging the night before.

“Feel shitty and cant sleep.” You weren’t in the mood to white lie - honestly some sympathy from your beautiful boyfriend seemed like a dream at the moment. Tom’s idea was better though.

“C’mere then.” His arms outstretched, you immediately jumped into his lap - the two of you shifting about to get comfortable till you were sat side on to him, your bum and back leaning against the arm rest of the chair with your legs going over his thighs and pressing against the wall of the plane. Pulling you closer to his chest, Tom took a deep breath as he pressed his chin against the crown of your head; your face now nested into his chest. 

Nothing needed to be said as the two of you melted into each others bodies, the slow and deepening breathing enough to prove to each other you were both incredibly contented in that moment. More than that you felt safe- you’d admitted to Tom some weeks ago that you had never ever slept better than when he was beside you. Yeh it was cringey but sometimes that’s allowed right? 

… well not to Harry. Because as the plane was about to begin it’s descent, the pilot had tasked Harry (who had slept off the worst of the hangover and had spent the last 30 minutes of the flight scoffing at how adorable the two of you looked fast asleep together) - even after Rach had scalded him and had taken a photo of the two of you on her phone. 

Causing Harry to ,ever subtly, wake the two of you up by throwing his half empty water bottle over your heads. 

Safe to say, Harry very nearly didn’t leave that jet alive.

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x actress!reader #harry holland

[emsvegetables]

“I’ve requested before previously but I decided to send in another request bc I’m absolutely obsessed with your writing WIDJDJFJ But anyways, could I request scenarios of how Iwaizumi + Goshiki would react to their teammates teasing them for having scratch marks on their backs from their S/O? 🥴 I hope my request makes sense and stay hydrated !!”

omg THANK YOU ANON!!!!!! i don’t mind people requesting more than once!!! it’s nice to know people like my writing well enough to request again heh :-)!!! u stay hydrated as well <3!!

Iwaizumi:

* OH MAN.

* HES SO ROUGH IN BED TBH FROROFKF I WOULD LIKE MY GUTS TO BE REARRANGED BY HIM.

* N E WAYS

* You’re the manager of Aoba Johsai!!!

* Iwaizumi knows that the both of you had a rough night, judging from the way your face contorted with every step you took, and how you spent most of practice sitting on the bench, and not walking around like you usually did.

* HE FEELS SO BAD !!!!!

* He totally forgot about the scratches on his back, though.

* That is...until he takes off his shirt in the locker room.

* Then he hears a low whistle coming from Matsukawa, and he’s like ???????

* “YO IWAIZUMI YOU RASCAL!!!!” Hanamaki is saying and he’s slapping Iwaizumi on the back.

* Then he feels his back sting from Hanamaki’s slap, and he realises!!!

* Okay this is the first time the team sees Iwaizumi blush this intensely.

* Mattsun and Makki are hollering, and calling Iwaizumi a rough boi LOL

* Yahaba’s watching from the sidelines and he is so JEALOUS lmaooo

* Kyoutani has a pissed look on his face. maybe it’s because he’s jealous too LOL

* Kindaichi’s blushing, because this pure, sweet boy had not expected to get a glimpse into his senpai’s sex life HAH.

* Kunimi is just chilling, tbh he already expected Iwaizumi to be rough, so he’s just casually changing out of shirt.

* Iwaizumi is just over there sporting a brilliant blush, and he can’t even speak because Mattsun and Makki are still screaming.

* Then Oikawa walks in.

* And all goes to hell.

* “IWA-CHAN!!! IS THAT—“

* Now Oikawa is screaming, and the next thing Iwaizumi knows is that he’s being pulled into a hug.

* “Iwa-chan! I didn’t know you were like that, it’s alright, i support you!”

* SUPPORT WHAT?????

* Bc of Oikawa, Iwaizumi snaps back to his senses, and he’s landing a clean hit on Oikawa’s back.

* “Not another word,” he’s grumbling, and the locker room falls silent, because no one wants to incure the wrath of Iwaizumi Hajime.

* Meanwhile you’re outside waiting for him to come out and then walk home with him.

* When the team comes out, everyone’s staring at you with this glint in their eyes, and you’re kinda scared LOLOLOL

* Lmao Kindaichi’s blushing the moment he meets your eyes.

* Then the Seijoh third years come running to you.

* “(Y/N)! YOU POOR THING, GETTING RAVAGED BY THIS RASCAL!!!”

* You’re so confused at first, but when it clicks in, you’re blushing the same shade as Iwaizumi did.

* Bonus:

* “Wow, (Y/N), your blush is the same shade as Iwa-chan’s just now!”

* “TRASHYKAWA IF YOU DONT SHUT UP—“

Goshiki:

* OH THIS PURE SWEET BOY

* Tbh i actually think he’s a huge subby, the most he’ll do is probably power bottom you.

* SO ANYWAY

* Goshiki’s casually taking off his shirt after practice one day.

* He’s also trying his best not to look at Ushijima’s abs AHAHAHA

* Then he hears Tendou’s laugh burst into the air.

* And he’s like ????

* “GOSHIKI!!! I never knew you were that type,” he feels a light tap on his back, and when he feels the sting, he remembers the scratches that you left.

* !!!!!! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.

* But his team claps for him LMAOOOO

* Tendou’s the first to clap, followed by Semi and then the rest.

* Ushijima’s the last bc that pure boy does not know what’s going on until Semi tells him LOL

* For the first time, Shirabu has not looked at Goshiki with disdain, and instead looks SLIGHTLY impressed.

* Reon looks so SHOOK, his face is the shocked pikachu meme.

* Goshiki’s so embarrassed, that poor thing, but Tendou’s so HAPPY FOR THAT BOY.

* Tendou’s praising him to no end LMAOOO and tbh Goshiki likes getting the praise.

* Goshiki’s just smiling and shuffling his feet when the praises flood out from Tendou’s mouth, and when he sees Ushijima give him an approving nod????

* MAN HES SO HAPPY.

* SEE THAT?? USHIJIMA??? I GOT SCRATCHES ON MY BACK AND YOU DIDNT!!!!!

* And when the team comes out all changed and sees you wave at Goshiki from the benches, Tendou’s shooting you a grin.

* You’re so confused, Tendou’s grin doesn’t look like his normal ones.

* Then he’s skipping to you and asking you,” did you use protection?”

* EIRIFIFIIFRIRIEJW YOU WANT TO DIE.

* Bonus:

* “(Y/N), lets do it again.”

* “Do what again?”

* “SCRATCH ME (Y/N)!!!!!!”

* “EH?”

LMAO hi anon i had fun writing this but i’m not sure whether i got goshiki’s character right!!!! but thank you for requesting this i hope you like it!!!!

#iwaizumi x reader #goshiki x reader #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons

[darlinvandijk]

Okay since i can sing i can just imagine reader and Ruel singing Best Part or something while it rains outside or he finds out that reader can sing when shes just singing to herself thinking that shes alone and freaking out being like "BABE WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME" "OHMYGOD WE CAN DO DUETS NOW" etc and just being obsessed with the fact that his gf can sing as well

So honestly this was written very fast and I kinda just manically typed it up and decided it was the move so I hope y’all enjoy this jumbled mess I made and I added some cute touchy fluff and a little making out because it’s quarantine and why not fuck with y’alls hormones (holy shit I’m adding in this rn before I post it and oh god I think I fucked with my own hormones as I wrote it, I’m dyING) (it’s also like kinda uhm sexual if you didn’t get the hint, NO smut, but definitely sensual towards the end!!!) :) xx

~Secrets & Rainy Days~

I pick up Ruels dirty clothes off the floor, throwing them into the hamper we have in the corner of the room, deciding that today’s rainy day would be dedicated to cleaning. Trust me, I’d rather sleep and watch Netflix all day, but when you live with a walking tornado of a boyfriend, you sometimes just don’t have a choice. We have a system though, since he does all of the cooking and errand running (usually making me go with him because he gets “lonely”), while I just tidy up the apartment once it starts to look a little messy. It’s not like he doesn’t clean at all or leaves his mess everywhere, he just doesn’t know a thing about organizing and loves to leave his dirty socks on our bedroom floor.

As I finish up our bedroom, only having to pick up a few articles of clothing, and fix our bedside tables, I hear him start to strum on his guitar. I instantly get excited, since one of my favorite parts about cleaning days, is that he always sings, giving me my own private concert. I softly smile and grab his hoodie off of our desk chair, taking it outside to him since he’s only in a t-shirt and sweats, knowing he’d sit out on the balcony and play regardless if he gets cold or not. I stop in front of his favorite outdoor sofa, laughing at the way he has an umbrella strategically placed to block the light rain coming down just so he could stay out here.

“Thanks my love, since today is cleaning day, what songs do you want to request? I also opened the other windows so you could still hear me” he softly questions, giving me a boyish grin while grabbing the hoodie from my hands. I ponder over his question before giving him a small shrug, choosing to rush from the doorway and to get under his umbrella, so I could climb up on to his lap. He lets out a laugh, setting his guitar against the chair where it could still be protected from the rain, but give him space to wrap his arms around me.

“Hm I don’t know, surprise me? You already know I love everything you sing” I mumble, pressing my lips lightly against his neck, laughing when he shivers from the contact. I press another kiss to his neck, slowly making my way around the base of his throat, leaving a trail of light pink marks as I go. I get to his favorite spot, a little bit below his ear, and lightly bite down, smirking when he lets out a groan and digs his fingers into my hips. Before I can even try to keep going, my face is pulled away from his neck, his lips instantly smashing upon mine.

I let out a light gasp as he kisses me, my mouth instantly being filled with the taste of cherry chapstick, the chapstick I know he stole from my purse. I grip on to his shoulders, his own hands gripping my hips and pulling me against him, before I start to become restless. My hands move up into his hair, lightly tugging on it as he groans into my mouth, before I swipe my tongue across his bottom lip. He pulls away from me with a chuckle, lips and face flushed red, and a light smirk on his face.

“As much as I love having you on top of me, I already know you’re going to be mad tonight if you don’t get all your organizing done, so let’s postpone this for when you’re done” he laughs out, eyes focused on the pout that forms on my face, knowing I was about to start whining. I open my mouth to complain that I want attention, only to get cut off right before I can even speak since he leans in and gives me another kiss. “Lets make a deal, once you finish up, we can do whatever you want. Sound good baby?” He says with a soft smile, knowing exactly what I was going to ask for.

“Cuddles and kisses?” I ask, resting my hands on both sides of his face, feeling the soft skin move as he presses a kiss against my palm. He gives me a small nod of approval, knowing just exactly how I like to spend our lazy days together, which is with him absolutely showering me in love and attention. “Fine, I guess I’ll go finish what I need to do, buuuut I want a kiss. Just one more” I tell him, giving him a small pout as I run my thumb across his bottom lip. He chuckles at my whining, giving my thumb a kiss, before grasping the side of my face in his hand.

“One more kiss and then you gotta go do whatever it is that you do when organizing” he whispers, his mouth pressing against mine right after. I lean in more, adding more pressure in hopes of distracting him, only for him to pull away with one last peck against my lips. “I know what you’re trying to do, it’s not gonna work this time sweetheart” he laughs, a lazy grin spreading across his face as I roll my eyes, knowing I’ll have to wait till later for him to give me more attention. I climb off of his lap, turning so I can get out from under his umbrella, when his hand flys out and roughly smacks against my ass.

“Rueloff” I screech, jumping from under the umbrella, only to end up standing in the rain, a glare heavily directed at the lanky bitch. His head is thrown back as he laughs, a sound that would usually be music to my ears, now making me want to punch him in the head. “You’re literally so annoying” I grumble out, walking back into our bedroom to change, already feeling to spots where the shirt was sticking to my skin.

“You weren’t saying that like 2 seconds ago when you were basically trying to get me to strip on our balcony” he says trying to get a rise out of me. I let out a scoff, a small smile picking at my lips though, since I could never genuinely be mad at him. I finish putting on one of his sweaters, before making my way to our living room, since that was the room that needed the most fixing up.

I start picking up the random things we leave laying around, when I hear him start to play on his guitar again, waiting to see just what song he picked out to surprise me with this time. He starts strumming the beginning chords of self control by frank, before his voice starts to drift throughout the room, a smile of pure adoration on my face as I hear the voice I love more than anything. I finish picking up all of the things left out, rearranging pillows and blankets on the couches, before deciding it’s time to do my least favorite thing. Dusting. Some might ask why I hate having to dust things off, well let me tell you why. Whenever I dust things off, it always somehow manages to just get the perfect amount of dust particles in the air, making me sneeze like crazy every time. Usually to the point where Ruel has to stop singing because he’s laughing so hard. Laughing so hard at my pain, because he’s a terrible person like that. Such a sadist honestly.

I get out the duster, completely filled with dread, only to end up filled to the brim with excitement as I hear the new song he decided to play. My heart beating out of my chest with love as he sings the song he dedicated to me, saying it almost perfectly described the love he felt for me, but not quite since no words could ever fully describe it. The sounds of him singing, with the light rain mixed in, causing me to feel nothing but pure bliss.

“You're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring, won't you give yourself to me” I softly sing, creating a harmony only I could hear with both of our voices, lightly dusting off the tv stand that was starting to form a layer of dust. I move around the living room, singing to myself, while surprisingly not sneezing from the dust flying up into the air. Also surprisingly not hearing the guitar stop and light footsteps heading into the living room. “I just wanna see, I just wanna see how beautiful you are, you know that I see it, I know you're a star” I sing, a smile on my face as I dance and dust around our living room, completely in my own little world as the lyrics blissfully spill from my lips. Not noticing the love of my life, also in complete bliss as I sing our song, the song that has now become even more important to him. He finally decides that he can’t stay silent anymore and instantly tackles me on to our couch, absolutely smothering me in kisses.

“Baby!! You never told me you could sing, like holy shit this changes so many things” he all but screams out, his eyes almost glowing with affection as he stares down at my horrified face, which is burning in complete embarrassment as I realize he heard me singing. “Fuck I already know we have to do a duet with this but now I need to figure out all the other duets we can do” he mutters, completely ignoring me underneath him, and getting lost in all the ideas forming in his head at a rapid pace.

“Oh my god no, Ruel I literally barely sing. That wasn’t anything special” I groan out, face completely buried in his neck, not wanting him to see how red I was turning from all of his praise and attention. He roughly pulls back and stares at me in shock, acting like I just told him I ate Wilbur for breakfast. “Stop looking at me like that” I whine out, knowing he’s going to make this a huge deal, since he’s always been a bit more on the dramatic side.

“Are you kidding me? You were insane, like literally fucking legendary” he cries out, the giant grin on his face still there, and not leaving any time soon. I reach my hand up and cover my face, trying to not get even more flustered than I already was, if that’s even possible. “I’m being serious baby, you know I wouldn’t try and get you to sing with me for the fans if I didn’t think you were going to do great. You’d honestly be better than me, don’t underestimate yourself” he softly says, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose as he finally takes in how apprehensive I am about this.

“Can we talk about this later? I’m still very mortified that this even happened and just want cuddles now” I mumble, looking up into his eyes as he stares down at me with a cute smile on his face. He nods his head before leaning down, pressing his lips against mine in a soft but love filled kiss, before he gets up and extends his hand to me. I grab his hand and get off of the couch, only to get thrown over his shoulder as he jogs to our room. I let out a shriek as he tosses me on the bed, jumping on top of me meee seconds later, before he smashes his lips on mine in a rushed manner, leaving me completely dazed.

“God I’m so fucking in love with you” he mumbles against my lips, his hands traveling all over me as he picks up the pace of our kiss, grabbing one of my legs to wrap around his waist. I let out a soft gasp as his lips travel down my neck, leaving little marks all over as he mutters how much he loves me in between kisses, my back arching up into him on instinct from his touch. “So fucking in love with you” he groans out, leaning up to press our lips together, his hands finding mine and interlocking them above my head, before I pull away completely out of breath.

“If I would have known you’d react to me singing like this, I would have sang for you a lot sooner” I gasp out, my chest heaving up and down as I try to steady my breathing, Ruels breathing just as staggered as mine. He leans in and gives me a slow kiss, completely taking my breath away again, before pulling back with my bottom lip between his teeth, letting it fall back into place slowly with a smirk on his face. “Maybe this singing thing isn’t gonna be as bad as I thought” I mutter, eyes locked on his mouth as his tongue swipes out along his bottom lip. He lets out a quiet laugh, watching the way my eyes seems to twinkle as I stare at him, his mind completely and utterly focused on me.

“Oh trust me, you’ll be singing alright”

#one ruel #ruel #ruel van dijk #ruelvincentvandijk #ruel imagine #ruel imagines #ruel one shot #free time ep #imagines #one shot #x reader #imagine #ruel fanfic

[skinks]

mr wentworth yes i help my son with his goofy voices yes i am a dilf tozier has the salt n pepper hair of god (oscar isaac) and the sexy librarian glasses to match

god I had never even considered that... the range of this...

Went starts going gray at 32 when Richie is 5 and it’s all the church women’s group can talk about... indirectly, of course. Oh, but he’s so young. Oh, he’ll be balding next. Oh I don’t know, doesn’t he look... distinguished? Mrs Nash from just down their street sees him doing rock-paper-scissors with his son Richard in the grocery store to determine whether or not Richard is allowed ice cream, and Dr Tozier is laughing because he’s winning, and he’s winning because Richard doesn’t know his father can see his little hidden hand reflected in the freezer cabinet, tucked behind his back. Richard’s laughing too, even though he’s losing, and bleats, “Again! Dad again,” eyes shining big as planets with coke-bottle rings.

“Don’t you know what best two out of three means? That was four draws ago.”

“No! No, I’ll win!” The boy shakes his head so hard his whole body rocks from side to side, then clings up at Dr Tozier’s middle with sticky hands. His very... trim middle. Helen’s own Rory, God love him, he enjoys a sudsy six-pack too much these days to keep a middle like that. “Two outta three! Three ice creams please Dad please please Dad please watch I can count to a hundred—”

“Well, we’re not playing hide-and-go-seek right now, Rich. And I beat you, didnt I?”

“Yeah!”

“Right. So why don’t you go get Dad six apples instead, alright? If you can do a hundred, six’ll be pie.” Dr Tozier claps his big hands gentle to the boy’s round cheeks, until they goldfish.

“Easy as,” they chant together. Helen props herself up with the handles of her own cart, the can of little hotdogs going slack in her hand.

“Six apples, then come right back. You got that, doc? You pick the color.”

Richard nods like he’s trying to detach his own head. Dr Tozier puts one hand just briefly on Richard’s dark mophead hair, like he’s giving the boy a blessing for his apple adventure. His hand is really quite broad, thinks Helen, popped out square at the thumb-joint. Matches that jawline of his, something whispers darkly in her stomach. Then the boy’s off, tearing down the aisle on a squeaking chariot of scuffed-gray sneakers and babbling what sounds like a Bugs Bunny impression, repeated on a loop. What’s up doc what’s up doc what’s up doc, fading around the corner to the fruit. Peculiar. Helen once saw the Tozier boy eat a worm at the park while pushing her youngest on the swings, after another solemn-eyed little boy with a faceful of freckles had carefully presented it to him in the sand box. Most peculiar.

Dr Tozier watches him go, then turns back to the freezer cabinet, and sticks two cartons of ice cream into his shopping cart—the very sugary kind. And the man is a dentist!

Helen puts her hand on her chest to calm the trilling schoolgirl rush of her heart, and then stops herself at the sight of her own wedding ring. Get a hold of yourself, Mrs Nash! For Pete’s sake! She trundles her cart over for some chit-chat. Afternoon, Doctor, she says, lovely weather. A perfect neighbourly opener. It is lovely; bright and warm and clear and golden, like honey outside. She’s quietly smug about her new blowout. Dr Tozier is wearing a crisp shirt with buttons like neat soldiers and short sleeves, exposing lean forearms. Yes, a lovely day. Helen swallows.

“Yes, good for the lawn,” replies Dr Tozier.

“We missed Margaret at book club this week,” Helen hedges.

“Oh, that’s right,” says Dr Tozier, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes when he grins are even more distracting without the facemask he’s usually wearing, when Helen drops in for her check-ups. He pushes his spectacles up the strong slope of his nose. They’re wiry like him, steely gray to match his eyes. “She meant for me to tell you, or Diana. Maggie’s been in Skowhegan for the week at her mother’s. My mother-in-law is a woman of... nervous disposition, shall we say. Maggie didn’t think she’d cope with two Tozier men at once, now that Richie’s started losing his teeth.”

“Ohhh,” Helen coos. That must explain the ice cream. She puts her hand near to Dr Tozier’s arm, then away, then near, then away again for good. A neighbourly distance. Margaret is a lovely, lucky woman, even if she does wear flared pants. Hippie to yuppie pipeline’s alive ‘n’ flowin’, Rory always grunts whenever the Toziers come up in conversation. Helen imagines a picket fence between their bodies, and calms. “My Wendy was the same, I’m sure you remember.”

“Yes,” says Dr Tozier mildly. “You brought her in six times as I recall it, Mrs Nash.”

Mrs Nash. Honestly, like she’s his schoolteacher. It’s a little rude. Admittedly he does look quite, quite young with his faintly curling weekend-hair, if not for the new gray blazing a trail back from his temples like virgin snow. Helen is undeterred, even if something quivers inside at the thought of the word virgin in conversation with Dr Tozier. Music tinkles tinny through the ceiling speakers, and it puts Helen in mind of potted plants, or elevators. This is a lovely chat. “Well, you hate to see them suffer, don’t you? I’m sure Richard’s the same, lots of tears—”

“No, actually, Richie keeps on finding things to hit himself in the face with and knock out more teeth,” Dr Tozier interjects. He raises his eyebrows and speaks hushed, as if this is a secret for Helen’s ears alone. The thought makes her dizzy. “It’s my fault, I made the mistake of giving him a quarter for the first one. That’s why he’s not invited to Grandma’s. Lot of antiques.”

“Oh,” says Helen, taken aback. She has three girls; little boy behavior is as yet mystifying. “Well.”

“I’m joking, Helen,” Dr Tozier says cheerfully.

“Oh. I—I see. What a relief.”

He opens a freezer chest to examine a bag of frozen peas. “Maggie’s mom is deaf as white cat, she’d never notice.”

Helen tries to wipe her clammy hands on her dress without being obvious. Her face is hot, but she hopes her cardigan conceals the effect that the chill of the freezer aisle is having under her bra. She also hopes that it doesn’t.

He really does have such a slender, pleasant face, always with an air of casual, amused expectancy hanging around him. Haloing him, like that bright yellow light above the chair in his practice, blocked out when he leans over and slips his fingers inside. Helen supposes that’s what graduating medical school must do to a man, what marrying and fathering young and having one’s own practice by the end of such a turbulent decade as the nineteen-seventies must elicit. The ability to put people at ease, to—to say open wide and know the people of Derry trust him enough to comply. To open themselves. Helen’s breathing catches. Dr Tozier idly checks his sensible watch, still smiling the unhurried smile of a man who very rarely does his own grocery shopping anymore. Everyone knows you pick up the ice-cream last.

Helen gathers herself. This is the longest conversation she has entertained with Dr Tozier without children or the squeaking of latex gloves between them, and she’s gripped by the terribly silly need to be interesting. “Speaking of white cats, I couldn’t help noticing your hair, Wentworth—”

“DADDY!”

Dr Tozier blanches, whipping around to scan the end of the aisle. He is a long line of tense instinct tuned to thrum into action at one specific frequency, knuckles white on the cart handle. His cart bumps into Helen’s. It is thrilling.

“Fuck,” Dr Tozier mutters, and that’s thrilling too, he swore, oh, the boy’s probably fine Wentworth, don’t go, why don’t we just stay right here with the frozen goods and—

Then Richard comes barrelling back down the aisle like a colt on new legs covered in old Band-aids, with his arms full. The fluorescent strip-lights gleam white on Dr Tozier’s broad shoulders and he sags, like snow dropping from a branch, with relief.

“Hey, lunkhead,” he says, sounding shaky, but Richard is only five and would never know it. He’s babbling again. Seems to Helen like the boy’s as a hydrant overflowing on a hot day; entertaining and welcomed at first, until it becomes a nuisance when you begin to understand it won’t shut off, and have to call the firemen.

“Nyyeeeeeah,” Richard greets his father, tousled and bug-eyed with clear adoration, breathing hard from his Supermarket Sweep. Then he makes the carrot-noise. Looks like Bugs, Helen thinks of the boy’s new adult front teeth, the beaverish jut of them exacerbated by his missing canines on either side. Then she feels abruptly un-neighbourlike for being jealous of a child for his father’s attention, good grief.

Dr Tozier regards his son for a long moment. Then says, “What’s up, doc?” in a spot-on Mel Blanc whine. Richard giggles so hard his too-big glasses start slipping. “How many apples is that?”

“Gotta apples and I was gonna put ‘em in a bag but I forgot and Dad, Daddy look, s’a dinosaur on the box for my dinner when Mommy’s at Grandma’s—”

Dr Tozier sighs, putting one hand on his hip and dragging the other over his clean-shaven mouth, watching Richard drop his armfuls everywhere, scattering the linoleum. He has two apples, four boxes of brightly colored cereal, a handful of pencils topped with cartoon-character erasers, and a kiwi fruit. For a moment, Helen sees the shining enamel of Dr Tozier’s everything-will-work-out-with-another-cup-of-coffee amusement slip, wear away to worry underneath.

“Rich,” he says, interrupting Richard’s blabbermouth, firm and patient. Helen’s thighs burn suddenly under her skirts at the tone of his voice, and she looks down, rearranging her own groceries. She should leave them to get on. She could offer to help. Margaret’s out of town, poor things, they probably haven’t eaten a cooked meal all week!

“Richie,” Dr Tozier says again. “Listen and pay attention when Mom or me ask you to do something, remember? How many apples did I ask you to get?”

Richard has to crane his neck to meet his father’s eyes. Dr Tozier is one of the tallest fathers in the Derry Elementary catchment zone, Helen has checked. “Six!”

“And how many’ve you got, Elmer Fudd?”

“Um.” Richard’s pale little face creases in thought, then brightens. When he speaks again his voice is strange, accented. “Twooo.”

“Some apple hunter you are, huh.”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“That’s fine.” Dr Tozier stoops to gather Richard’s detritus, and Helen knows she has something to contribute, watching the boy stick one of the pencils up his nose.

“You know, apples are very good for you,” she says. Richard turns to her, slack-jawed, as if seeing her for the first time. “You should listen to your Daddy, Richard, an apple a day keeps the doctor away.”

Richard stares for another few seconds. Then he bites down on his boogery pencil so that it threads through the gaps in his teeth, and hollers, “MY FRIEND BILL SAID THAT’S A PILE OF BULLSHIT.”

“No shouting indoors, Rich,” says Dr Tozier, still gathering. Helen rocks a step backwards, clinging to her cart like a life-preserver.

“Bill and my’s friend Eddie eats a thousand apples and sees the doctor all the time though Dad, and Miss Spiegel said if we eat apples we don’t have to see the doctors but Eddie eats them and—Bill said—”

“Pile of bullshit, yeah, I liked it. Bill’s an eloquent guy,” says Dr Tozier. This is the second time Helen has ever heard him curse in as many minutes. It comes out easy and amused as everything else does in his pleasant tenor. His legs and his jaw are so lean and angular that Helen can see the suggestion, the shadow of the shape of his perfect, swearing teeth through his cheek as he grins helplessly at his son, the fruit of his loins and someone else’s loins who isn’t Helen, and all of a sudden she feels a slick pulse of wet heat, up between her thighs.

She squeaks. Flutters her hand to her face without knowing why, perhaps to catch the noise before Dr Tozier notices, just another quivering Derry leaf tossed along by his breezy manner. He looks up anyway, with a frown.

“Everything alright, Helen?”

“Just—fine, yes,” she manages. Dr Tozier is still down on one knee, kindly face level with her skirts. She can see right down under his starched collar from this angle, a slivering glimpse of smooth, dark hair. No undershirt. Helen has lain naked against Rory’s nakedness before without feeling this alive, in every part of her body. She feels like a heart, beating.

“Oh, hang on.” Dr Tozier says, eyes widening, and turns Richard by the shoulders to face her. One pencil for each nostril, now. “Apologize to Mrs Nash for cussing, Richie.”

“Sorry!” Richard shouts, sounding less like he’s apologizing and more like he’s just deemed Helen it during a game of tag.

Helen is still floating in a dazed state of mild panic. Like a prey-mouse, bewitched into slack compliance by her own body’s snaking desires. “That’s alright, dear.”

F-word, Dr Tozier had said. Maybe cussing could be quite neighbourly when applied in the right context, thinks Helen.

“You mentioned my hair, earlier,” says Dr Tozier, straightening back up with a knowing sort of arch to his eyebrow as he smiles genially at Helen. He tilts his head down at Richard. “There’s the reason. Every last one, sprinkled onto my head at the tender age of thirty-two by the great salt-and-pepper shaker of fatherhood. Especially this week, with Maggie on sabbatical. Had to bring you to work with me, didn’t I, buckaroo?”

Richard bites and swings and tugs on his father’s long arm, a tearaway kitten with a much obliging scratching post. Dr Tozier hardly seems to notice. “Yeah! Daddy’s got fishes at work!”

Dr Tozier grimaces slightly at Helen, but also as if he’s seeing right through her to some past unnamable horror. “I liked those fish. Calmed down the nervy patients.” He sighs again.

Helen wonders briefly whether or not the residents of Dr Tozier’s waiting-room fish tank suffered the same fate as that worm in the park, and decides she’d rather not know.

“Well, you needn’t worry about it,” she says, gamely. She watches her hand reach towards Dr Tozier’s silver-black brindle, then snatches it back from his bland expression to brush the tips of her own feathered-out hair. “The gray, I mean.”

Dr Tozier blinks.

“It’s very—that is to say, you look, it makes you look, I mean, I think it’s—”

Dr Tozier’s left eyebrow joins his right, raised up high.

A tidy little jet of hysteria shoots up from Helen’s knotting stomach to spin like a top in her chest. She hears herself stutter out the word, “Dashing,” and immediately wishes to flee the store, leaving her cart abandoned like so much collateral damage.

But Dr Tozier only barks a laugh, a short, smooth hah like everything else he says. Entirely unperturbed. “Well, thank you.”

Too unperturbed. Helen is struck by a sudden bolt of terror, at the thought of the things Dr Tozier must surely hear every day, when people are lulled by the hypnotically intimate environment of a dentist’s chair and a touch of the laughing gas. Oh, this is terrible. Her face is on fire.

“But they—they make products for men now,” she says, and why, oh why can’t she stop talking? “Hair dyes, I mean, if it really does bother you? I’ve seen them in Keene’s.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” says Dr Tozier, looking down at Richard then with a soft edge, at his bouncing noise and scabbed knees and gently curling hair like a black spaniel’s. Like his father’s. “I find I’m rather grateful for it, truth be told.”

“Plus,” he continues, as if Helen wasn’t already melting harder than the Tozier’s ice-cream, as if Johnny Kitchener the shop-boy isn’t going to have to come along with a mop and bucket to clean up on aisle seven, “Maggie’d kill me if I got rid of it.”

Then Dr Tozier winks.

Oh Lord, oh Lord, Helen’s whole ribcage is so tight she can’t squeeze out a reply, because who could blame dear, pretty, annoyingly friendly, lucky, lucky, lucky Margaret for that when Dr Wentworth Tozier DMD is so—

So f—

So fffffff—

So fiddlesticksing handsome!

“Well, we’d best not keep you, Helen. This one is in dire need of a bath before his mother sees him, and hands me a divorce on the spot,” Dr Tozier says, when another few moments have passed and all Helen can do is try to desperately smooth the creases from her breathing. He’s humming mild interest at something Richard is saying, knelt back down to the linoleum to tie the boy’s loose-worm laces presumably before he gives himself any more skinned knees, and they’re leaving. Dr Tozier is leaving, and Helen hasn’t done anything but act like a ninny this entire time. She doesn’t want him to think her a ninny, a simpleton. She wants him to leave this bright, liminal church of bold colors and jazzy waiting-room music and return to his lemon-yellow two-storey house thinking my, what a lovely chat I had with Helen Nash.

She wants to linger, as he lingers. Like an amiable spirit hanging over the women’s group at church, waiting to be summoned at a moment’s eager notice. I bumped into Dr Tozier at Palmer’s on Saturday, she’ll say to the other jealous ladies, with triumph, and we had such a nice talk. He called me Helen.

“And when—when does Margaret get home?” she blurts. A very secret part of Helen wants Dr Tozier to leave this conversation with Helen and his wife both, entwined by association in his mind. She tries very hard not to think about the Toziers divorcing, because that is un-neighbourly, and feels least neighbourly of all when a dopey, dreamy look crosses Dr Tozier’s face like a brief sunbeam at her question.

“Ah. Tonight. Not too late, hopefully.” He jerks one of his knuckley thumbs at his shopping cart, licking the other to wipe something unidentifiable from Richard’s grubby face. “That’s why we’re here, stocking up for her miraculous return. Like a couple of noble emperor penguins in Antarctica, eh Rich?”

“Penguins like from Batman! Ka-pow.”

Helen takes a peek into their cart, curiosity getting the better of her now that permission is granted. Dr Tozier might not know it, but looking into another person’s cart is bad grocery etiquette, especially in a town like Derry, where gossip grows like a fungus in every sweaty and close little huddle of people. Not that Helen would know about that. Anyway, there isn’t much to gossip about besides the unfortunately liquefied ice-cream, the severe lack of crunchy vegetables characteristic of a young man in 1981 trying to provide for a tooth-shedding son, and—

A little cardboard box. Tossed unashamedly between the Wonderbread and a magazine about sports. Prophylactics. Rubbers.

36-pack. XL

Helen knows her jaw is hanging open and strains to close it, the back of her neck and her shoulders feeling hot and tight and shuddery. She kneads a fist into her skirts. Crosses her legs at the ankles as demurely as she knows how, because the very last thing she needs is for frank, sensible Dr Tozier to see right through her with that easy doctor-patient-confidentiality smile, and know she’s soaking through her underwear at the sight of his Saturday grocery run, and all it implies.

Dr Tozier is laughing, nudging Richard in the direction of the register, or perhaps the apples. “Ka-pow is right. I’ll make sure to use that on Mom, thanks. Say hello to Rory for us, Helen. Have a nice day,” he says from over his shoulder, startling her. Holds up one long hand in a wave with a grin, and is gone, shadowing the boy’s haphazard attempts to push the cart despite not being able to see where he’s going.

Helen stands amongst the humming freezers, trembling. “You too,” she rasps, but Dr Tozier has rounded the corner, and is evidently going to have a nice day and a much nicer night, regardless of whether Helen wishes it for him or not.

All the bright little branded characters are watching her from their shelves, a silent jury. Helen Nash opens a freezer cabinet with a weak arm, and stands there for a while, staring at a leg of ham and thinking cooling, neighbourly thoughts.

#long post #idk how to do readmores on mobile soz not soz #wentworth tozier #richie tozier #poor sexually unsatisfied helen nash #sometimes you just have to write the DILF went tozier fic you want to see in the world #stephen king: he was a pleasant looking man with a rather thin face #me cracking my knuckles: a l r i g h t #but what if... big dick richie was hereditary... what then 😳🤔👀🤔👀😳😳👀 #ficlet