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weebsinstash · 1 year

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All I can say is that if Batman reader ever tried to commit “sewerslide” after being trapped, they better hope they’re successful because the after effects from the family would be insane

I mean, hypothetically, even IF Reader did die, Bruce could always idk infiltrate or cut a deal of some sort with Ra's al Ghul to dip your corpse into his magic McDonald's sprite and bring you back

But I imagine you'd basically lose every last bit of privacy. Someone would be with you at all times, even in the bathroom and when bathing, like being on suicide watch. Certain materials and media you're allowed to consume become heavily restricted based on the contents (for example if you cut yourself, suddenly Bruce doesn't think it's appropriate for you to play video games where they use blades and swords, or maybe even things like pokemon "hey, what did that move just say?" "Uhhh leaf cutter?" "Absolutely not") because "oh no what if that makes them think bad thoughts and they wanna hurt themselves again" and tv can be equally as unpredictable so they probably only let you watch certain things on streaming services that have clear ratings, or maybe they even look up spoilers and "research" before letting you watch anything. ("Oh sorry we WERE gonna let you watch that critically acclaimed movie about the deaf girl and the bully, but apparently there's attempted suicide so, let's watch Ponyo instead")

Your diet would probably drastically change in the sense that they suddenly won't let you use knives and forks. If you want meat it will usually be in a stew so you can use a spoon or a soft meatloaf (you know Alfred got that bomb cooking), Dick will spoil you with your favorite ice cream and soft pastries constantly like he's trying to buy your love with it, for some reason they don't like it when you use chopsticks either. What, do they think you're going to stab your eye out or something 🙄 or maybe you casually make that joke once when they let you use the chopsticks and they all look deadly serious and suddenly you never use chopsticks ever again 💀

They'd be extremely clingy and all manifesting their trauma in different ways. Maybe Bruce is constantly not around because he's basically being Batman 24/7 so he can "clean up the streets and make this city a safer place for you" (especially if your mental break was connected to a villain in any way, like the concussion idea I discussed) but he makes sure to be at dinner with you or check on you at least once a day. If you were going to school with Dick and Barbara like in the age regression idea, maybe one or even both of them start doing classes from home so you aren't as lonely and excluded because, obviously you are not really allowed to leave the manor, let alone the property anymore. Maybe Bruce straight up pulls you out of school and says to focus in your health and you can just collect all those credits and such and finish it later and it's like sorta helping but also making you feel like a failure

Also tons of cuddles and hugs and platonic kisses and you probably aren't allowed to sleep alone. Maybe in the rare instances Bruce actually sleeps he comes into your room to male sure you're sleeping soundly and he'll fall asleep in a chair in the corner (because he doesn't want to wake you 🥺)

For that idea and also the next one, I've also thought of the potential use of J'onn or M'gann as Martians, or even Zatanna, if Bruce is ever like, intent on getting into your head, accessing your memories, accessing your thoughts. Maybe when you have your mental break Martian Manhunter is there as a good friend to Bruce to let him know how you genuinely didn't want to hurt anyone 🥺 if you go mute or even catatonic, there's Miss Martian to maybe see that traumatic memory permanantly plastered in the forefront of you mind replaying over an over, something that absolutely broke you, maybe even something Bruce doesn't even know about

(Actually this isn't the "next idea" I was mentioning before but I've also thought of "Reader is actually good friends with Bruce/the League/basically an extended Batfam member but you bounce to another universe one day and come back a wounded traumatized mess and it turns out you were with Owlman or something and Bruce kind of terrifies you now because they look and sound the exact same, and also, universal constants so 'your' Batman is also crazy for you and now he wants to "rescue" you")

And for real though, I have actually also sat down and thought about Reader/OCs who were sidekicks or Batfam member who had to be sent to Arkham 👀 I dunno it's something about the drama and possession but idk also helplessness of them "caring" but helping you in such an extreme way (even if maybe it's what you need)

Like, say you're a Batfamily member or fellow Justice Leaguer and Bruce can tell you're starting down a mental decline. More stressed, more depressed, isolating yourself more, but you keep pushing yourself to do hero work. You start doing things he doesn't agree with, getting too rough, almost going way too far and being caught and stopped by him more than once. He's actually worried about you, but you won't confide in him, especially if you're just another superhero and not exactly "under his care". you're more independent and don't want THE Batman being disappointed in you. You don't want to have to be rescued

But eventually there's some sort of horrible breaking point, whether something awful is done to you and you completely snap or you've suffered a terrible lose or failure (like say you failed to save someone and they died, or you failed to save a LOT of someones) or you're exposed to Joker venom or Scarecrow's fear gas (I actually have some ideas for that gas ngl 👀) and you're just straight up hallucinating. You were already starting to act out and become aggressive and with your skill and depending on preference, superpowers, you could start causing real damage. You're hallucinating being attacked, and send out a force of energy to blast whoever that attacker is away, and you just tear up a city block with people still on it. Bruce or Clark or someone tries to come up and talk to you, but all your brain interprets is someone is chasing you, you have to get away, they're going to hurt you, you have to run, you have to fight back, you have to PANIC--

Arkham IS an asylum, and it's used for housing the dangerous and powerful. What else can they do? A hospital wouldn't have the security or facilities to contain you, unless they had members of the Justice League with you on standby to literally restrain you if needed, and, they've got important duties of their own. Bruce tries to visit you constantly as Batman, as the one who brought you in, but you usually refuse to speak with him or cower at the sight of him. You're kept isolated from the other patients who would absolutely tear you apart if you were allowed to walk amongst them, but you're treated well besides perhaps being forcibly medicated which is only as violent as you make it. But it's a hospital, not a prison. The asylum staff feel horrible you're even there, sympathetic. I mean, after what happened to their coworker Doctor Quinzel they would know about good people succumbing to their mental illness

You're finally showing signs of improvement and they go to release you and you've requested to be put in a halfway house or some sort of program to be independent on your own rather than be released into anyone's custody and who is there waiting outside the asylum for you? Batman. And you're either one of two ways: you're humiliated to see him and kind of want to be left alone but reluctantly go with him bc you dont have a choice, OR youre filled with absolute terror and ready to go back into the hospital because you don't want him to "get you" (which unbeknownst to everyone is true, he's totally there to take you "back home", not escort you to your next destination like they all are fooled to believe)

It's genuinely a lose-win no matter what. I mean, you can't escape, but, at least he's more than just a little dedicated to taking care of you 😅

#yandere stuff #sinprompts

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gcdl3ss · 3 months

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( cody christian, cisman, he/him ) — 🎬 just announced, tobias "toby" forester has been cast as jake jagielski in the upcoming one tree hill reboot. the twenty nine year old is trending as people are debating if the horrificly timed dad jokes, endless half - drank coffee mugs lingering around the household, using finger guns as a logical way to answer questions you don't understand, blasting hannah montana tunes while cleaning, always having glitter on your clothing that they are known for is enough to make them as good as original. a quick google search shows that their fans call them charismatic, but internet trolls think they’re more oblivious. i guess their newest interview for variety where they talk about how he still has never watched the original one tree hill series will let people to know them better.

𝐢. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲

kevin ball, shameless + jason stackhouse, true blood + steve harrington, stranger things + joey tribbiani, friends + luke dunphy, modern family + jason mendoza, the good place + ron weasley, harry potter.

𝐢𝐢. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

born to a soccer player father, who turned coach and stay at home mom, tobias lived cozy but not spoiled. both of his parents, despite having a lot of money in their pockets, refused to allow their son to grow up to be someone that relied heavily on money and expecting things to be handed to him

high school football was something that he signed up for the moment he saw the papers. despite this, tobias didn’t let the popularity go to his head, which was thanks to his parents for keeping him humble at a young age. tobias became ’the nice jock’, where he made sure that everyone around him was included. with senior year approaching, he knew that talent scouts would be hiding in the bleachers and he refused to let anything cause him to slip.

acting accidentally fell into his lap post-high school after appearing in a few short films and movies, having a background role and a few one liners. while also attending college for business (a degree he would never use in real life), he continued to do some movies, while also being a frequent in reality tv with his first serious girlfriend being involved with the cameras.

(pregnany tw) at the ripe age of twenty five, after a drunken night full of self pity due to a break up to someone he fully thought would be his forever person, he got into bed with his best friend, simply as a distraction on both of their ends. days passed, then weeks, then the little plus sign decided to make itself known on the pregnancy test, changing not only his dynamic with his best friend but with many people around him.

despite the fears, fatherhood fell into his lap and he picked up the label without fail. able to change a diaper in under a minute, reasearching how to tell what cry meant what and willing to get up during the night to tend to their daughter; co-parenting remained stressless, both of the best friends having a bond prior to this situation and only flourishing as closer friends as the time went on.

coming back into acting full force continues to be exhausting, especially since he took a hiatus after the birth of brooklyn. the role of jake spoke to him, solely because of the similiar backstories (without the shitty baby mama), and the role was handed to him on a silver platter by the casting directors.

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

quick-witted : not the type to fully grasp a joke the moment it's provided, toby is still able to make his two-cents known with his ability to be quick on his feet when the topic at hand is to his understanding. with a sarcastic tongue he learned from best friends and growing up in the industry, he's capable of making a few zingers without having to hold up a reputation of being someone that is always on the ball with jokes.

emotional : not to be confused with sensitivity, toby feels every emotion to the max. if he's sad, he will make sure everyone knows by shedding a tear or two, and is known to scream from the rooftops when something positive happens. he is very exaggerated in his emotions, no matter which one it is, however his sadness teeters the line over to depression when something extremely detrimental happens (such as being out for a whole season because of an injury he worsened).

oblivious : more than likely the butt end of a joke, toby is rarely aware of what is going on around him and is oblivious to multiple emotions that come from other people. it's a rarity that he understands when someone is interested in him, and even more rare for him to accept that he's loved and adored by people he doesn't even know. there's been multiple occasions that he thinks someone is asking him to take a photo for them, not with them.

charismatic : although not the type to be intelligent in any means, he's charming without meaning to be. with a smile of pearly whites, an ability to stare into the person's eyes without moving away, having a listening ear and always wanting to do the right thing, he's definitely liked by many. it's just a bonus that he's an amazing father.

#𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥 ﹐ 𝘛𝘖𝘉𝘐𝘈𝘚 ⸻⸻⸻ introspection #2000s.intro #pregnancy tw #i love this man

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maychild · 1 year

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TROLL (2022)

listen--i know, i know, it's netflix (they haven't been slapped with a good series they havent wanted to cancel after only one season) but if i may rec the new-ish movie that just came out?? (lord knows it hasn't been as heavily promoted as something like bullet train)

why i like troll and why i think some of you might too:

father/daughter relationship that made me teary-eyed (will never think of the phrase "the adventures of big and tiny" the same way)

it's norwegian but plenty of english is spoken too (if u like that sort thing)

it's a norwegian monster film tho

MONSTER FILMMMMM

AND NORWEGIAN

as a big fan of pacific rim and the alien franchise, there are definitely vibes of both in here, but it's also its own pretty cool monster film

apparently it's directed by the same guy that did the new tomb raider??? but i never watched tomb raider so that means nothing to me, but it is a fun fact

THE SCENERY IS SOOOOO PRETTY (I mean, of course norway is a pretty country, i say, not having ever set foot in it, but if the movie is anything to go by IT'S SOOO PRETTTY. and the troll wall/peaks is apparently a real thing?? a very beautiful thing. ANYWAY, nature lovers will appreciate the many beautiful shots of the beautiful scenery and mountains and the Troll Wall--which, again, IS REALLLLL AND SOOOO PRETTY)

our main heroine is so pretty and badass but, most importantly, A PALEONTOLOGIST who has to remind all the sexist men in the room to call her Dr. Tidemann, gdi

sure, it starts off a bit slow (and we dont really get a good view of the monster until like a half hour in) but it's worth sticking through

so many geeky jokes

there's a character called captain kris holm who reminds me of stephen amell and in my head he's the norwegian oliver queen

MOST IMPORTANTLY ALL THE GOOD DOGGOS IN THIS MOVIE SURVIVE (tho the same cant be said of the humans in this movie, but, ehhh, we dont care about them)

suuuure, there's some anti-christian propaganda but they deserve it (speaking as a christian, technically, it's okay for me to say that, seeing as christianity as a whole organized religion has done a lot of harm in the world and IN THE MOVIE THEY KILLED OFF ALL THE TROLLS!!! URGHHH HOW DARE U, CHRISTIANS)

LISTEN THIS IS SUCH A BANANAS MOVIEEE

the troll just wanted to go home????! but the stupid christians killed off all of his family??? aND IMPRISONED HIM IN SOME FAR AWAY MOUNTAIN like, booooo, christians, BOOOOO

ANYWAYS, was it a perfect movie?? no, and it didnt reinvent the genre of monster films bUT I CRIED FOR THIS TROLL.

ALL THE TROLL WANTED WAS TO GO BACK HOMEEEEE

I'm sorry for spoiling that relevant plot point, but i have to acknowledge how utterly poignant this movie makes me about this troll

it def. leaves room for a sequel which i hope they make (if only so i can get more of captain kris and nora together. ok, i ship them. even if nora and the egghead are kinda cute too...)

SO ANYWAYS DEF RECOMMEND if only to be on the troll's side 100% and yell at the tv and the stupid human characters

#troll #troll netflix #movies #netflix #rambles #reviews

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eddsworldrus · 2 years

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Here have a ton of artic au headcanons cause I have a 3 page google doc of just hc’s for the dudes

and would love 2 talk bout em more

Some of them i’ve shared before since know I have a lot i’ve added to the list or posted prior from my list

Tord Ottum - Researcher

5’0” (short king) Loves krill and sea life. Has one metal/fake tooth that shows when he smiles. Stress eats, often takes food from the fridge without thinking about it when he’s stressed, has snatched edd’s bacon so many times Caffeine sensitive makes it feel like his hearts going to explode, drinks decaf or hot cocoa Fraggle rock was his favorite childhood show love to chew ice cubes, the cronch Taps fingernails or pencils against a hard surface when nervous. left handed Likes buying anime figures but then dismantles them and ‘alters them’ so taking a cute anime girl and replacing her arms with crab claws. Old apartment/home was full of them. Likes slice of life anime and shows

Mathias (Matt) Fuchs - Researcher 5’7” Was transferred from his prior research station for a ‘misconduct issue’ Pomegranate is his favorite fruit Likes health foods/mostly prefers juice to coffee Snappy temper Dislikes being wrong Only child/spoiled pretends to be a dainty eater but pigs out in private Moves like dancing while doing work, the wiggles when he’s focused Hums a lot when thinking Will sell you out for a corn chip Hates when people make jokes about his last name, and gets very snappy about it. Has a mean throwing arm. Brought way too much stuff to the station. Has a label maker and labeled every one of his items, and keeps tick marks on the bottles to keep track of exactly how much is left. Hogs the bathroom and will spend hours in there. Tom would have to take apart the door to get him out sometimes

Edd Shiver - Equipment Manager 6’2” From liverpool england Former rugby player Action films especially die hard/james bond Likes cola and cherries Has a lot of siblings/rowdy Smuggles weed into facility Has three tattoos one on his neck, one elsewhere takes huge bites of food/steals off peoples' plate. Drinks directly from the bottle, avoids using Glasses. Also puts practically empty bottles back in the fridge, fucking goblin man Believe in Magic l just thinks it’s neat/Superstitious embarrassing photos in wallet Heavily into sports especially football and rugby. Liverpool F.C. is his favorite team. Does little pranks around the station, like replacing the coffee with bisto, and other bastard antics

Tom Palmer - Mechanic

5’11 Trans rights babyyyy Ran a mechanic shop with his father and got into specialized equipment Plays saxophone too Horror movie fanatic From the US Only child/single dad Shabby cook, take out king Actually likes the taste of slightly burnt foods/over crisped Comfort item his fluffy lined jacket.

Eduardo Rivera - Senior researcher 5’9” Loves one (fool) His favorite football team is Edd’s rival team. Manchester United Black coffee Enjoys mint/mint chocolate Can fall asleep anywhere Favorite animal is manatee Bites his nails especially when thinking Afraid of clowns, will punch a clown

Jon Hartman - Research Analyst/Data Entry 6’0” Extremely clumsy /constantly in bandaids Good with numbers Likes musicals Handles data analytics and double checks over peoples research for clerical errors Loves almonds /marzipan treats counts the number of chews before swallowing & tallies steps taken while strolling habitual /routines in some actions Picks at strings/pulls frays Most harmless pranks ever thinking he’s ‘chaotic’/like saying ‘no’ and then doing the thing anyways, or changing the color of a thing Has a lot of siblings/blended family, was the youngest sibling Likes lil number games, every morning with sudoku Gets anxious when he’s out of routine Really likes baking Todrick (Todd) Copper - Site Medic 6’6” Port wine birthmark Blushy He loves citrus, u could bribe him with oranges and lemons back in the day

#and none of these are spoiler related or i removed the spoilers #artic au

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noelleai · 2 years

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It was raining that night in November; a heavy downpour, like it always did this time of year when winter came closer. The two girls were sitting inside their mom's car, watching the rain fall outside. Their mom drove them around the neighborhood once again to help calm Noelle from her nightmares, which she often suffered after watching scary movies late into the evening.

"I don't get why I have these dreams," said Noelle with a frown on her face. "They're so horrible!" She shook her head and turned back to watch out the window while they went around another corner. She had been having night terrors since she could remember, but lately the number of them had increased greatly over the past few months. She didn't know what caused them or how to stop them but her mom assured her she would find something soon enough.

Noelle watched as more water fell onto the windshield as if trying to wash away all of her fears. Her mother was driving at an easy pace through town, and there wasn't much traffic today for some reason. They passed by many houses lit up brightly against the dark gray sky, decorated in reds, greens, whites, golds and other bright colors. Some people were already putting Christmas lights on their homes, getting ready to celebrate this holiday season. It was one of Noelle's favorite times of year because it was filled with happiness and joy; unlike Halloween which made Noelle feel anxious and afraid every time she saw a jack-o'-lantern. The thought that someone might be hiding behind a tree waiting to jump out scared Noelle to no end. And even though it's supposed to be fun dressing up like a monster or a witch or anything else you can think of on Halloween night, Noelle always felt uncomfortable wearing a costume. She just couldn't get used to it and never did. She preferred not to dress up at all during this holiday.

"You know what I'd love?" asked Susie excitedly as they drove past the last house before turning into the next street over. "I would love to see snow."

Noelle turned around from watching the rain outside the window, looked at her friend, and then back at the road ahead.

"It sounds nice," replied Noelle with a nod and a smile. It had been years since she saw any real snow fall down upon the ground in Hometown. It was rare for them to ever receive more than an inch or two every few winters but she loved seeing it when she could. Her father used to take her out with him on his motorcycle whenever it snows heavily enough so that she could watch it falling while he went riding through town on it; something that Noelle enjoyed very much. But that was a long time ago now...

Susie nodded enthusiastically as well. She always liked winter because it meant Christmas came sooner rather than later! And of course, it also brought about all sorts of wonderful things like hot chocolate by the fireplace, warm blankets on cold nights, and of course, presents under the tree! Susie loved getting gifts, especially ones given to her personally, not those you got from your parents and family members who didn't know what to get someone else. She never cared about clothes, shoes, jewelry, purses, makeup, etc., though she did love the smell of all of these things, and would occasionally wear some of the items if they were given to her. Susie preferred to be pampered and spoiled during this holiday season and she knew how to make sure she received everything she wanted without having to ask for anything at all. That's why she was such good friends with Noelle - Noelle made it easy for people around them to give them both whatever they desired in life simply because Noelle had a way of making others feel comfortable and welcome whenever she was near.

"I hope we see snow soon!" exclaimed Noelle excitedly as her mother turned into a driveway down a quiet street filled with tall trees that looked as if they could fall over any minute now. "It'd be nice for Christmas." { TYPE: Long-form story * M2 }

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papermoonloveslucy · 1 year

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THE DESILU BAKE SHOP

Freshly Baked Comedy!

Baked goods were popular on Lucycoms - whether it be competitve cake-baking or cream pies for throwing! And there was also some experiments in bread baking that failed in a big way!

“The Wonder Show” (1938) ~ A radio show sponsored by Wonder Bread that marked the first collaboration between Gale Gordon and Lucille Ball.

“The Audition” (1951) ~ The episode ends with Ricky mistakenly thinking Lucy might be pregnant - but the only thing in her ‘oven’ is his favorite pie!. When Lucy said the same lines in the un-aired pilot, she actually was!

“Pioneer Women” (1952) ~ Forced to do their own baking, Lucy mistakes the number of cakes of yeast in the recipe for homemade bread and produces a mammoth loaf. In reality, the bread was baked by L.A.’s Union Baking Company. The final product was rye bread, as rye lasts longer without spoiling. The bread was cut up and served to the studio audience after filming.

“Job Switching” (1952) ~ When the girls go to work, the boys stay home to do the cooking and cleaning. Preparing dinner, Fred is in charge of baking a cake for dessert. It is a flop - literally. Ricky suggests he wait till breakfast and serve it as a pancake.

“Lucy’s Last Birthday” (1953) ~ Lucy thinks that Ricky has forgotten her birthday, but he plans to surprise her with a huge cake and party at the Tropicana.

“The Diner” (1954) ~ A bakery delivery boy (Don Garner) brings cream pies to Little Bit of Cuba / Big Hunk of America. Naturally they end up on the cast’s faces, not in their bellies.

“Ricky Minds the Baby” (1954) ~ When Ethel is still hungry after dinner, Lucy offers her some stale brownies which, when dumped on the table, actually break a plate. Too stale even for Ethel!

“Million Dollar Idea” (1954) ~ For dessert, Lucy brings out a plate of bite sized pastries. When Ricky wants to talk about her being overdrawn at the bank, Lucy doesn’t want to discuss it while she’s eating. Rather than have to ‘splain her finances, Lucy eats a dozen of the treats while Ricky waits patiently! What the props department used for the sweets is unknown, but they make an audible crispy crunch when Lucy bites into them.

“Home Movies” (1954) ~ The pastry chef at the Tropicana bakes a cake with the title of Ricky’s TV pilot film “Tropical Rhythms”.

“Ricky’s Hawaiian Vacation” (1954) ~ On a radio quiz show, Lucy is pelted with food and drink when Ricky sings key lyrics - from a safe distance. Like any good meal, the episode ends with coffee and pie!

“Lucy Learns to Drive” (1954) ~ To wake Fred from his catontonic state after losing money on an antique Cadillac, Lucy tempts him with homemade apple pie.

“Lucy Visits Grauman’s” (1955) ~ To celebrate Ricky’s success in Hollywood, Lucy throws him a party with a cake that compares him to 1954 Oscar-winner Maron Brando.

“Lucy Misplaces $2,000″ (1962) ~ The episode starts with Harry bringing over fresh donuts from Friehoffer’s Bakery. Unfortunately, Lucy and Viv are on a 253 calorie diet.

“Lucy’s Sister Pays a Visit” (1963) ~ For her sister’s wedding, Lucy and Viv bake her wedding cake - sipping from a heavily spiked punch bowl while they ice it.

“Lucy and the Military Academy” (1963) ~ When her son is at a military academy, Lucy bakes him a birthday cake, although it is against the rules. When she arrives, she learns she isn’t the only mother to bake a cake for her son.

“Lucy Goes To Art Class” (1964) ~ To impress a handsome bachelor, Viv bakes him a pie. Jealous Lucy sneaks into his apartment and replaces Viv’s pie with her ‘poison pie’ containing three jars of hot peppers, two cans of anchovies, and one bottle of Tabasco sauce.

When Lucy is caught spying, she must eat a slice of her own creation to hide her sabotage.

In the second kitchen scene, there is a pink bakery box on the counter. These same boxes will turn up later in the year in “Lucy’s Contact Lenses” (S3;E10) and “Lucy Gets Her Maid” (S3;E11). Pink bakery boxes were a California anomoly, instantly recognizable as fresh baked goods - usually (but not exclusively) - donuts.

“Lucy Enters a Baking Contest” (1964) ~ Lucy’s baking skills are always being compared unfavorably to Viv’s, so she decides to give her a run for her money in the Danfield Tribune’s annual pie-baking contest.

Baking for her bridge group, Lucy’s cake falls before it can be iced, so she calls Mr. Mooney and asks him to go by Trumbull’s Bakery and pick up a large sunshine cake with white icing thinking no one will be the wiser. During the bridge game, Viv reminds Audrey and Kathleen about the failure of Lucy’s brownies for the PTA bazaar.

Mr. Mooney ends the episode with a pie in the face, which will be (somewhat appropriately) the final image of season two of the series.

“Lucy’s Contact Lenses” (1964) ~ Lucy and Viv are baking a chocolate fudge cake to donate to Mrs. Mooney’s charity bake sale at the bank. Lucy drops one of her contact lenses into the icing.

After searching through 15 similar cakes, Lucy and Viv discover that Mr. Mooney has bought Lucy’s cake for his wife’s birthday. Lucy and Viv must now break into the Mooney home to steal the cake to retrieve the lost lens.

“Lucy Puts Main Street on the Map” (1966) ~ The town of Bancroft has a bakery on Main Street: Grandma Thompson’s. It is named in honor of Maury Thompson, who directed the episode.

“Lucy’s Birthday” (1968) ~ Kim and Craig take Lucy out to a Chinese restaurant to celebrate her birthday. The waiters present her with a birthday cake and sing “Happy Birthday” to her - in Chinese!

“Lucy’s Wedding Party” (1970) ~ While Harry is away, Lucy uses his home to host a big fat Greek wedding - complete with a two-tiered wedding cake.

When Harry comes home unexpectedly - he is greeted with cake - in his face!

“Lucy and the Great Airport Chase” (1969) ~ Trying to escape an international espionage ring, Lucy and Harry blend in at the airport kitchen, filling cream pies.

On the tarmac, bakers Kim and Craig get into the act.

At the end, the spy is caught - and pelted with pies!

“Goodbye Mrs. Hips” (1973) ~ Lucy, Mary Jane, and Vanda all go on a crash diet. At the same time, Harry has been invited to join a prestigious food and wine society when his refrigerator breaks down. He stores his Chantilly cream cake with toasted hazelnuts at Lucy’s - in the same home with three ravenous women!

“Lucy and Chuck Connors Have a Surprise Slumber Party” (1973) ~ When Lucy rents out her home for Chuck Connors to shoot a movie, the studio commissary sends over slices of apple pie to feed the crew.

“Lucy the Sheriff” (1974) ~ A little old lady (Florence Halop) brings a homemade cake to a couple of prisoners. Sheriff Lucy immeditaly thinks it has a file in it. Turns out the little old lady is smarter than that and has a saw hidden under her shawl!

“Lucy Calls the President” (1974) ~ Lucy and Viv prepare for a visit by Jimmy Carter (peanut farmer turned president) by baking a cake with his face on it.

VIV: “Come see my cake. I'm so proud of it, Lucy.”

LUCY: “Oh, it's a work of art. It was so clever of you to make President Carter's teeth out of peanuts.”

“CBS on the Air: A Celebration of 50 Years″ (1978) ~ Lucille Ball and Bea Arthur, representing Monday Nights on CBS, end their tribute to comedy with pies in the face.

“Mother of the Bride” (1986) ~ In the last-aired episode of “Life With Lucy”, Lucy, Curtis and Lucy’s sister (Audrey Meadows) all end up wearing the wedding cake prepared for the vow renewal of Ted and Margo - a fitting way to mark the end of Lucille Ball’s 35 years on television.

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glenrocklibraryteens · 1 year

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Book List - Top 10 of 2022

Writers & Lovers by Lily King We follow the extremely relatable Casey Peabody as she navigates two types of grief: the loss of a mother and the loss of a relationship via breakup. The book is fast paced and takes place on the outskirts of Boston. I am recommending this book because it was one of the books I read the quickest! It was very interesting and I have heard that Toni Collete is set to direct its movie rendition!

These Violent Delights by Micah Nemerever This book tells the twisted story of Paul and Julian - two Pitt students who bring out the worst in each other. Their relationship is confusing, but fascinating. I don’t want to spoil too much about this book but this psychological thriller will have you on the edge of your seat!

The Secret History by Donna Tartt A new student at a small but selective college in Vermont finds himself in a twisted bunch of Ancient Greek culture and literature students. Their relationships have ulterior motives. It is extremely intellectual and thought provoking with a murder mystery at the center of it.

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley This book, as I’m sure many of you know, tells the story of Dr. Victor Frankenstein and his creation, The Monster. I would encourage you all to read this classic because modern renditions have strayed far from the original story, and it is actually quite deep. It is a hard read, but worth it!

Black Swans by Eve Babitz It is difficult to give a good and representative summary of this book because it is a collection of short stories. If you love writers like Joan Didion or Sylvia Plath you will love this. Eve Babitz shares her experiences in the golden age of Hollywood. Babitz picks apart the most basic human tendencies and emotions in a way I’ve never read before!

On Writing by Stephen King It is also hard to summarize this book because it is a memoir on King and his writing advice. Even if you don’t love writing I would recommend this book to get an insight into King’s psyche and life because it is very interesting.

The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini This was a school read, but I would recommend it heavily for your own leisure reading! Amir, the main character, takes us through 40 years of his life, beginning in war-torn Afghanistan and ending in San Francisco. He deals with PTSD and an unimaginable amount of guilt. It offers a very interesting perspective on war refugee children.

The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus This is a heavy read both material wise and writing style. However it is a very popularly cited book in the field of philosophy, if you are interested in that sort of thing. To give you an idea of the content the book covered: Sisyphus is a man punished by the gods with the task of rolling a large stone ball up a hill, just to have it roll all the way back down over and over. It seems like a sad fate, but Camus argues that one should take pleasure in the Sisyphean tasks in life.

Never Let Me Go (reread!) by Kazuo Ishiguru This novel is a unique take on scientific fiction. It seems to be a domestic fiction novel, until the main character comes to the jarring realization that the kids raised in the boarding school she attends are being used for parts. Ishiguru is a fantastic sci-fi writer and this work is a demonstration of that! I highly recommend it as the book is so much more than just a sci-fi. There are real, meaningful relationships within it that are the main priority of the piece.

Play It As It Lays by Joan Didion Maria leaves her broken home to become an actress in New York. It is there where she meets Ivan, a manipulative man who uses Maria. She is drawn back to the west coast through a series of unfortunate events and falls in love again, but the relationship is difficult to understand. I would recommend this book for reasons similar to Babitz’ novel. Didion’s jaded telling of an old Hollywood story is entertaining and thought provoking, which is unique from many works similar to it.

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Jan 7

Beethoven's Treasure Hunt is awful but Jeffrey Combs delightfully devours the scenery. My biggest problem if I let kids watch would be the main character's breaking of rules, like no pets allowed, and facing little to no repercussions for his shenanigans. But all in all it's good enough for baby's first Jeffrey Combs movie.

And I totally know how Miraculous Ladybug ends, unless the leaks are trolling. Won't spoil it because they do a pretty good job with the constraints of being a Disney show. There will be disagreements but it does tie up the story enough to have an ending while leaving room for the movie and anything that could come along. And it gives it rewatchability.

You will yell at a cartoon teenager on your screen, then you'll yet at the writers, then you'll go make fan art.

And anyone who suddenly pops up saying they're an alter of the you'll know it when you see it needs to have some sense cataclysmed in to their skull.

Please, come to my house, see how much fun it is to really live with neurodivergance. And you better be able to drive because I certainly can't. And if you make glass beads bring your kit because I've always wanted to do that but can't play with fire.

On the creative side I'm getting little writing and character development bits and pieces. Just copied over a shit load of writing notes so I don't expect one particular story to pull its self together just yet.

Of course seeing a Jeffie movie brings up thoughts of the story with the OC heavily based on him. Talk about a story that needs some sort of ending or at least a suitable place to rest that ties up enough plot threads so it can be done, in a way, but can be picked up again later. But Stephen King doesn't know how to end his stories either.

Now that I'm done watching Ladybug, until we get the post Kwami's Choice part one we're missing, it's like what's next? I have that episode of WCTH, put your goddamn hair up how are you functioning in society, where Adam Greydon Reid plays a stuffy teacher and a bunch of Robert Shenanigan movies coming in.

And the task of making an updated list of every DVD I own while trying to sort them in the storage containers. Come over and help and you can probably take a few of them home.

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goat-yells-at-everything · 2 years

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Final Thoughts: Goblin 2020

It... it sure is a movie...

I dont know. I dont think I'd suggest it...

Basically, a woman and her new husband move into a new house with her young son and his teen son. The neighborhood is plagued by a monster thats eating pwoples dogs.

So the synopsis described the husband as abusive but you don't honestly see that until the end of the movie. They act it up with a couple scenes of him... standing there while she looks scared but there isn't anything that says he's more than just a dumbass macho guy with an asshole spoiled brat for a kid. They play up this scar she has, eluding that he did it, but there's no evidence he's a sadist until the very end. Hell, he goes out of his way to hunt down the bobcat he thinks is terrorizing their new home and his wife. Hes a bit of a jerk but not abusive.

By the end he's absolutely an abusive sadistic fuck but it just comes out of nowhere. He beats the family dog then tries to start in on her little boy before she steps in to take the beating. Its a total 180 from how he is in the rest of the movie.

The husband's teen son is a lot more abusive than his dad is. He's mean and nasty to his step family. He's down right abusive to his step brother and even though they're warned by animal control to keep pets and young children inside, he forces his step brother and the dog out in the backyard where they meet the Goblin.

And then we have the Goblin himself. He kinda looks like Danny Davito but, like, a bad cgi version of him... just looks like if he could talk he'd sound like Dan.

Anyway. The Goblin isn't the bad guy in the movie. Hes just a creature thats eating what he can get ahold of or else he starves to death. Its not like he can walk into the grocery store so the local small animal population is the only option for him. So he's not really the monster of the movie.

In the end the wife decides to get outa dodge with her son while the husband is sleeping but before they can leave he says they can't leave the dog. She goes back in for the dog and runs into the husband who sees she has her keyes in her hand. Hes about to lay into her when the Goblin comes into the house and saves her by eating the husband. Oh, by the way, he'd already eaten the older son.

The movie goes black and comes back in with a "nine months later" time jump. We see her picking her son up from school. They're still in the same town. Same house. As they're walking inside shes stopped by animal control and a police officer who tell her they found her missing husband's dogtags in a "big pile of shit". Shes pretty blasé about it, thanks the officers, and let's them go. Next thing we see her dealing out dog food into a bowl and puts it down for the dog. Then shes dealing out more in another bowl and then tops it with a whole package of raw hamburger. She takes it out to this shed in the back and we see the Goblin come out from behind some boxes. She smiles serenely at him before the camera pans out to show her rubbing her VERY pregnant belly.

Everything I've read says its heavily implied she fucked the Goblin.

The acting was sub par.

The cgi of the Goblin was absolute shit.

I can't even say it was so bad its good. It was just not good.

Not one I'll recommend.

#goat yells at horror movies #final thoughts #goblin 2020

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Soft dom harry makes subby reader upset subspace?

MEANIE ANGRY H :D BUCKLE UP FELLAS

Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.

She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.

The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.

The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.

If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.

She felt bad.

Stupidly bad.

Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.

Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.

Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.

It wasn’t a joke at all.

Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.

His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.

“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.

She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.

How could he!

She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.

Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.

But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.

Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.

“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.

“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.

Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.

Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.

He wanted to whip himself in head.

He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.

He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.

Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.

He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.

Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.

“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.

“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.

“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.

He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.

“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.

He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.

He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.

How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.

“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.

“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”

“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.

“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.

She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.

He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.

“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.

“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.

“You want me to help you relax?”

“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.

Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.

He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.

“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.

“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.

On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.

“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.

Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.

“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.

“Love you too, pup.”

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kissbentennyson · 2 years

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Hi can i request a one shot of no watch ben x reader where they watch a scary movie because the reader likes them but ben is low-key terrified of them. In the end ben has trouble sleeping so the reader cuddles with him until he falls asleep

Thank you ☺️

*vibrates in slasher fan* Yesssssssssssssssssssssssss, also, normalize dudes being comforted.

Black Christmas

No watch! Ben x Reader | Reader's gender is never mentioned.

You were practically shaking with excitement, as a light Christmas carol played on grainy audio. This movie was old, 1974 as you had told him previously. You were so excited, and spent the whole day expressing that while trying to keep yourself from spoiling anything. Swirly white letters appear on screen, “Black Christmas' '. That relieves some of the anxiety in his gut.

“Is this… A Christmas movie?” He says, hesitantly. There's a light giggle as you snuggle into his side. “You could say that.” And that brought the anxiety right back up. His arm comes around you as the camera switches to first person, the point of view crawling up the side of the house. You chuckle a little bit as his arm tightens around you. “You gonna protect me from the killer?” His wide eyes shoot down at you against his chest, lips press flat slowly curve into a nervous smile. “Uh, yeah.” Is said with a just as nervous chortle, but you feel him swallow hard.

He was not very good at hiding his fear, never had been. It was cute though, that he actually thought that you didn’t know he was scared. Luckily enough for him, this movie had almost no jump scares. However, deep down you wanted to hear him scream at Jason Voorhees popping out of nowhere… maybe next movie night.

The movie fades into the more calm parts, the party, the call… and then onto Clair’s room. As she calls out for the sorority house cat, you can feel him tense up under you. “Claud… is that you puss?” You feel him take a deep breath under you, but you were too engrossed in your favorite movie. “No, it’s not. Get outta there…” He whispers. And then Billy pushes his way out of the closet, grabbing Clair by the neck with a plastic clothing cover. He jolts under you, and you can’t help but choke down your laughter.

“Not funny!” “Is so!”

“Wait, so he’s still in the house?” “Yep.” “But so is Jess.” “Yeah.” “The last shot- Does she die!?”

You shrug, picking up the empty snack containers. “Don’ know. It’s called an open ending for a reason.” Walking away to throw the trash in the can, you inadvertently leave him alone in the living room. Ben rushes to his feet, following after you. He clears his throat when he’s up behind you. “So, did Paul kill that cop- or was it Billy?” “Paul, Billy doesn't leave the house any time after he enters it.” The questions were an obvious distraction from the dark and quiet house. “So the little girl who was murdered, that wasn’t Billy?”

“No, she went missing the afternoon after Billy entered the house- You’ve been asking a lot of questions, Are you okay?” You look up at him, brows knitting with concern. Your boyfriend’s eyes widen as his cheeks tinting a warm pink color, an awkward smile spreading. “Uh, yeah. I’m fine!” Immediately you don’t believe it.

After cleaning up, you both retire to your bedroom. You were already tired and ready for bed, your boyfriend however… You hit the light, falling heavily onto the bed next to him. Normally, your boyfriend sleeping over would have raised hell itself. But, your family isn’t home, and won't be for a few days. The room was lit by the street light shining in the window and pale curtains, providing a comfortable dimness for you. Rolling on your side to face him, you can feel just how stiff he is.

“So, what did you think?” you ask, your boyfriend swallowing hard down a cotton dry throat. “Ben?” He clears his throat. “Uh, it was okay. I just don’t think it’s my thing-” A loud thump sounds from above you in the attic, Ben shooting up straight with a sudden gasp. You groan, but not at your boyfriend. “Great, the squirrels are back… I’ll text my mom in the morning to call the exterminator.” His eyes are wide and locked on the ceiling, like at any moment something would come down through it. He had always been a little skittish, but this was way worse.

You gently place a hand on his shoulder, causing him to look back at you. “It’s just some rodents- not a deranged asylum escapee. I promise.” his lips are pressed flat in a semi-neutral expression, trying to hide that he’s afraid. “Oh baby…” You whisper. “C’mere.” As you open your arms, he lays back down with his head by your chest. You scoop his head into your arms, curling up around him. Face burying into his hair. In that moment, you felt him relax in your arms. His curling around your waist.

“I’m sorry, I should have known better.” You say in a hushed voice, running your fingers through his hair. He sighs into the soft cloth of your shirt, letting you play with his hair. “I’m alright, I just…” He buries his face deeper, trailing off completely. Your cheek presses flat to his crown, a soft pout forming on your lips. “I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

Guilt flooded you like a clogged drain in a rainstorm, this was your fault. You had been so excited to share your interests with him that you hadn’t even stopped to think on how it might affect him- especially with him being naturally excitable. “I’m really sorry babe. I should have thought it out before I made you watch it with me.” You squeeze him lightly. He could have said no, and he wasn’t the biggest people pleaser- he just has a real hard time saying no to you.

“Next time we’ll both decide what to watch- or, we could just go on a Sumo Slammers marathon. Okay?”

You look down at your boyfriend, his face snuggled into your chest, and curled up in your arms. Petting his hair gently, you can feel him sleepily nod. You let out a light sigh, he was already falling asleep.

#proship dni #alternate bens x reader #ben 10 x reader #ben tennyson x reader #no watch ben x reader

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bookyeom · 2 years

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pairing: jin x reader word count: 5.4k genre: friends to lovers (can you tell what my favourite trope is? my bad) summary: In which her mom knits her and Jin matching couples' Christmas sweaters, which comes with only one problem - they're not a couple. warning/tags: slight angst, meddling mothers, kissing A/N: Ahh! Finally! Here's my first fic for my Winter Wonderland fic event. Thank you so much to everyone who participated/who is still participating - check out the Masterlist here for all the wonderful fics that have been written!

Christmas is most definitely her favourite time of year.

The lights, the decorations, the snow — the way that the world seems just a little bit softer around the edges. Everytime she steps outside, even in the freezing cold, she feels just that much lighter. Not to mention that decorating her apartment every year sparks an immense amount of joy — and she has to admit that she’s extra pleased with the work she’s done on her place this year.

“It looks great, sweetie!”

Her mom’s voice sounds through the phone as Y/N finishes the tour of her apartment in all of its newly decked out glory — the silver garland hung by the door and in front of the TV on its stand; the twinkling lights and fake snow set up on the windowsills; her favourite red throw blanket and snowman pillows on the couch. Of course, she ends with the grand finale – her Christmas tree.

She sets her mom up on the coffee table before she moves to grab the box that she’d set on the kitchen table after work — the one that she’s surprised made it through the mail in one piece, considering the state of it. She places it between her legs on the floor as she sits down on the couch.

“Thanks, mom,” Y/N replies. “I’m pretty proud of my decorating this year.” She pauses, glancing down at the heavily-taped box before looking back at her phone screen. “Okay, are you sure I can open this now? It feels blasphemous to open it before Christmas. It’s not even mid-December yet!”

“Since when have you ever hesitated to have Christmas a little early?” Her mother teases. “What is it that you always say about December 1st?”

“That December 1st is also Christmas 1st,” Y/N replies automatically, and her mom laughs.

“Exactly. I promise, you want to open this one now — I’ve sent another box with your actual presents, don’t you worry.”

“There’s more?” Every year since she moved away, she’s gotten a Christmas box in the mail from back home, but never two. “You spoil me.”

“Open it!”

“Fine,” Y/N concedes with a teasing eye roll, “but remember that I was the patient one this time.”

She does as told, opening the box carefully, and gasps as she moves the tissue paper aside. Underneath it she finds two neatly folded, hand-knit Christmas sweaters, intricately woven threads in patterns of greens, reds and whites.

“Mom!” she exclaims, eyes wide. “Did you make these?”

Her mom nods excitedly, looking terribly pleased with her daughter’s reaction. “Yes! I’ve been taking classes with the ladies.”

“Wow,” Y/N murmurs, holding up each sweater in turn to look at them in detail, admiring her mom’s handiwork. “You've always been good at crafting, but you’ve outdone yourself this time.” She stops talking again, completely in awe.

“I’m so glad you like them.”

“I love them,” Y/N corrects, continuing to run her fingers over the material, before she suddenly realizes something. “You didn’t have to make two, though. I do, in fact, possess a washing machine.”

Her mom tsks. “Don’t be silly,” she chastises. “The other one is for Jin.”

Y/N looks up abruptly at that. She’s sure that the surprise on her face can be seen from miles away, as she blinks back at her mom through the screen.

Jin?

Seokjin?

The Jin she’s known for a couple of years now? Her friend, Jin? The one that is always up for a last minute coffee run or a spontaneous trip, the one who comes over almost once a week for movie nights, the one who loves Christmas as much as she does? The one with the soft brown hair that falls perfectly across his forehead right before he gets it cut, the one with the dark, teasing eyes that haunt her every waking moment, the one whose smile she’s certain every romance novel has been written about?

The one that she’d been sure nobody, even her own mother, knew she had a crush on?

That Jin?

“Huh?” She finally manages to blurt out. “Jin?” She can’t help the way her heart has begun to race at the thought of him, and she hates it.

Her mom gives her an exasperated, knowing look, her eyebrows raised. “Yes, Jin. The boy you’re dating?”

Y/N is frozen — save for her heart that's now not just racing, but absolutely pounding at the insinuation of her and Jin being in a relationship — and it takes her another moment to react. “What? Mom, no. I–”

At the sound of her doorbell ringing, she jumps, even though she knows exactly who it is on the other side – which makes her current situation even worse. What convenient timing.

“Who’s that?”

“I think you already know, Mom.”

Y/N shoves the offending sweaters back into the box, before hastily placing the package behind the armchair and out of sight. The panic in her continues to rise as she tries to calm herself down before he sees her — as though Jin will be able to read her mind and know what has her so flustered. She doesn’t even want to risk it.

“I won’t say a word,” her mom promises with a suggestive wink through the screen. “But you’d better give him his sweater. I worked hard on that!”

Y/N can hear the doorknob jiggling as Jin uses the key she’d given him to let himself into her apartment, and her panic rises even further. All she can do now is pray that Jin doesn’t notice how red she’s become, because there’s no way she can erase the red from her cheeks before he gets inside.

“I’ll give it to him later,” she hisses. “But Mom, why–”

“Honey, I’m home!”

Jin’s voice rings out as he finally opens the door, stepping inside and closing it behind him with a soft click. Her eyes are immediately drawn to him, and she’s lost for a moment at the sight of him so casually in her doorway — as if it’s his home, too. She wishes it was.

As always, when she sees him, it takes her brain a moment to catch up. Thankfully, he never seems to notice. He shoots her a grin as he holds up a bag from their favourite bakery in his hands, somehow completely oblivious to her current inner turmoil.

“I’ve secured the goods.”

She manages to tear herself away after shooting him a thumbs up before she turns back to her phone, praying to the heavens that she can make a quick getaway before her mom says anything else.

“Mom, I’m going to go–”

“Wait. Your mom’s on the phone?”

She hears a soft thud as Jin drops the pastry bag. Within seconds, he’s by her side on the couch, and she can feel every part of him pressed against her. It’s a normal occurrence to be this close when they hang out at her apartment – her couch is small – but she hadn’t even had a second to prepare for it this time.

Her mom is wrong – they are absolutely not dating.

She definitely does have a huge, massive, unrequited crush on him, though.

He grins and waves at her mom through the screen, and she’s done for.

Yep. Massive crush.

“Jin, hi!”

Y/N watches as Jin converses easily with her mom. The older woman is easily charmed, which is especially understandable when it comes to Jin, and Y/N is sure that the two of them could talk for hours if she let them. She tries to send pointed looks to her mom through the phone, and the hint is finally taken as her mom makes up an excuse about going to knit a sweater — which is paired with a completely unsubtle, exaggerated wink. When they finally hang up, Jin is beaming.

“I love your mom.”

She’s a little bit speechless for a moment as she’s finally able to take in the sight of him up close, his nose still red and his cheeks still a little flushed from the cold. His hair is a bit tousled from the wind, causing it to fall in those soft waves across his forehead that she loves so much. He still has his jacket and shoes on from his rush to say hi to her mother, and when he stands back up to take them off and leaves her alone on the couch, she’s finally able to breathe a little.

“I’ll clean up the snow I dragged in onto the floor,” he offers sheepishly. “Sorry, I was just excited to say hi to her.”

She ignores the fluttering in her chest that comes immediately at his words. She hastily tries to push back the thoughts that come — thoughts of taking him home to meet her family in person, thoughts of him with her younger cousins, with her parents. She just knows that he would fit in perfectly with her chaotic family circle, and her sanity can’t afford to think about it any longer.

“Your place looks great, by the way,” he says, interrupting her daydream, and she realizes that she's barely said two words to him since he arrived.

“Thanks, Jinnie.”

He smiles over at her from his spot by the door as he hangs up his coat on the coat rack, leaning down to place his shoes neatly on the mat before grabbing the bakery bag from where he’d dropped it on the floor.

“I can’t believe I put these babies on the floor,” he pouts, lifting the bag to hold it against his heart. “I’m sorry, my sweet, sweet pastries.”

She snorts at that. “Don’t worry about it — the pastries will forgive you.”

Jin sets the bag down on the coffee table before he disappears into the kitchen to grab paper towel to clean up his mess.

“I’m sure your rush to the phone made my mom’s day,” she adds, calling out to him. “She loves you.”

“As previously stated, the feeling’s mutual.”

He winks as he appears in the living room again, and she scrunches up her nose, turning away under the guise of putting on Netflix. In truth, she’s been finding it terribly difficult to be around him this Christmas season — and not for any fault of his own. He’s a great friend, a great person — of course she’s fallen in love with him a little bit. What is there not to love? It’s just that being around him, especially at Christmas, hurts a lot more now that she’s finally accepted her feelings for him. She knows she can’t just cancel their holiday plans — including the ones that involve him curled up and cosy on her couch — and even if she could, she doesn’t want to.

She’s certain that not being around him would hurt far more than crushing on him in silence ever could.

He finds his spot next to her again, this time looking much too boyfriend in his black hoodie and jeans. As she presses play on the next episode of the show they’ve been binge watching, he’s too busy digging into his sweet treat and groaning dramatically with each bite to notice that she isn’t really watching the show. Her eyes keep wandering to where the sweater box is hidden behind the couch as she replays her mom’s words in her mind. She’s never told her mom about her feelings for Jin, so why had she assumed that they were dating? How had she known?

She can wear her own sweater for the next few weeks and give him his on Christmas, right? That would give her a couple of weeks to avoid any awkward conversations. Plus, her mom won’t know the difference… But then again, she knows she can only put off the conversation for so long — it’s inevitable, and it’s just a matter of when.

How is she supposed to explain to Jin why he’d gotten a gift from her mom for the first time in two years? Oh, yeah, she thinks we’re dating now.

Absolutely not.

She’s not ready.

She resolves that Christmas is still weeks away, and that she has time to figure it out.

*****

Turns out, she does not have time to figure it out.

As usual, Christmas comes around far too quickly for her liking, and not because she doesn’t like Christmas — but because she likes it too much. It doesn’t help either that this year, she’s somehow ended up with plans to spend the holiday with a certain Kim Seokjin.

“Are you going to be alone on Christmas Eve?”

They’re sitting at their favourite cafe when he asks it out of the blue, and it takes her a second to process his question.

“Obviously,” she teases, once she’s recovered. “You know my family is too far away for me to go see see them. Who else would I spend it with?”

He pauses for a beat, and then, “Me?”

She blinks. He smiles. Her eyebrows raise as she tries to maintain a steady facade despite the stark, rapid increase in her heart rate, and thankfully her stare has him caving quickly.

“I have to work during the day on Christmas Eve,” he elaborates, “ so I can’t go to the family cabin.”

“And naturally I’m your next choice?”

Her words come out sarcastic, but she’s suddenly worried that he’ll see through her and realize just how much his sudden proposal has affected her. To her surprise, his face is the one that softens, and she swears she sees a blush on his cheeks as his head dips down to stare at the table between them.

“Of course you are.”

What?

She blinks. “Oh.”

“If you are actually busy, that’s okay,” he says quickly after a moment, and she’s surprised at how fast his tone changes. “I get it, you probably have your own thing.”

His words are casual, but his voice sounds off. He’s still not looking at her, and she can’t make any sense of it. She’s confused - he was usually so happy-go-lucky with plans, and she hasn’t even given him an answer yet. But before she can even speak, he’s looking up at her again, and his usual smiling face is back. She frowns, not sure what to make of what’s just happened.

“I’m not,” she manages to stammer out. “Busy, I mean.”

His face cracks again – she’s not imagining it this time. She watches as something that looks like relief passes over his features before he relaxes back into his chair, his fingers wrapping around his coffee cup as he brings it to his lips.

“Okay, good.” He smiles over at her, and she nods. It’s her turn to look down now, to look away from where he’s gotten his confidence back as he adds, “Can’t wait.”

*****

She doesn’t realize it until a few days before, but she’s working later than Jin on Christmas Eve. She calls him to apologize profusely – she’s the host, how can she not make dinner – and she’s in the middle of a breakdown about not being home in time to cook for them when he offers.

“I just assumed I would be cooking, anyway,” he says teasingly through the phone, “since you can’t even boil pasta.”

She protests – it was one time - but she knows that deep down she’s not really disappointed by his suggestion. She’s excited, actually. She feels bad that she won’t be able to help him, but she also knows how much he loves to cook – and how much he likes to surprise the people he loves, though she tries not to think too much about where she fits into that category.

When she finally makes it home on the 24th, she’s exhausted and cold, but her heart warms instantly when she steps inside her apartment. There’s music playing – a soft, instrumental version of Silver Bells – and her decorations are lit up, causing her otherwise dark living room to be cast in a soft glow. She can hear humming and can smell something divine from the direction of her kitchen, and as she takes off her coat and scarf, she has to stop for a second to catch her breath before she allows herself to see what she knows awaits her in the next room. She isn’t sure she’ll be able to handle it.

She’s right.

Jin stands by the stove, her Santa apron hung loosely over his neck. Her eyes wander over the expanse of his back and she realizes that he’s wearing her favourite deep red dress shirt of his – the one that hugs his shoulders just so. Her eyes wander upwards to said shoulders, then up to where he’s styled his hair back off his forehead for the evening. The song changes, and when he moves to check the title on his phone, he catches her in the doorway. A smile spreads across his lips, so full and genuine, and all just at the sight of her.

“Hi!”

“Hi,” she manages.

“I’m almost done!” He turns back to the stove, and she can finally breathe a little without the weight of his gaze. “Go get changed. Everything will be ready in 20 minutes.”

When she wanders back into the living room donning her homemade Christmas sweater and her favourite pair of jeans, Jin is just setting down the last plate on her coffee table. She gasps a little when she sees the way he’s set everything up with her Christmas dishes, and she notices that he’s placed a small bouquet of poinsettias in the middle.

“Ta-da,” he says softly.

“Jin…”

“Do you like it?”

She doesn’t speak for a moment – she can’t – and he seems to take that as a bad sign as his hand lifts to rub at the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry if it’s too much or if it looks bad. I’ve never been good at the whole plating thing… I just know that you love Christmas a lot so I tried to make it, well, super Christmas-ey.”

She shakes her head, and she has to swallow the lump in her throat before she can say anything. “Jin,” she repeats, and she can feel his eyes on her as she takes everything in again. “This is…” She bites her lip, willing herself to meet his gaze. He looks nervous, and she hastens to soothe his worries. “This is amazing, Jin,” she says quietly, but the way his shoulders relax let her know that he heard her. “Wow.”

“Good,” is all he says in return, and she can hear the breath of air that he lets out in relief. “Let’s dig in.”

She’s grateful that the conversation is normal enough as they sit on the floor to eat. She still finds herself looking at him for a bit too long, giggling a little bit more than usual, and she’s terrified he’ll catch on to her nerves, too. It feels too much like a date, she realizes, and that’s not what this is. He just looks so soft under the glow of the Christmas tree, handsome in ways that she can’t even begin to explain, and she isn’t sure what she’s supposed to do about how in love with him she is.

“Thanks for hanging out with me on Christmas.” She says it without thinking as they finish eating, and Jin tilts his head to the side.

“Why are you thanking me?”

She blushes, looking down at the glass of wine in her hands. “I’m sure you probably had lots of other options, so thanks for thinking of me, I guess.”

“I mean, I’m always thinking about you.”

Her heart stops. She forces herself to swallow the sip of wine she’s just taken, avoiding his eyes completely. How is she supposed to respond? How can he be so casual?

“You know I want to be here, right?”

His words are soft as he says them, and she feels warmth shoot through her when his hand brushes her thigh. When she doesn’t move away, he begins to trace circles into the fabric of her jeans, and her eyes finally meet his again.

“There’s no one else I would rather be with,” he says after a moment, and she’s trying desperately to keep up. Her heart is racing as he searches her face, and she swears she’s never seen him look so serious. His fingers still their motions as they stare at one another, and she’s sure the breath is completely gone from her lungs.

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

An alarm sounds from the kitchen, but Jin doesn’t move, his gaze falling to her mouth as he murmurs, “Dessert.”

Huh?

It’s then that he stands up, and she falls back against the couch, her hand lifting up and settling over her chest.

What the hell was that?

When Jin comes back with a promise that their dessert would cool down soon, she’s already sitting up on the couch. Neither of them says anything for a moment.

“Should we open just one gift each?” Jin finally speaks. “Start our own Christmas Eve tradition?”

She blinks slowly, before she nods. “Sure, yeah. Let’s do that.”

“It’ll be fun,” Jin exclaims, and she wonders if she’s the only one who was affected by their moment just before. “What’s in this giant box?” He muses, glancing down over the side of the couch. “Let’s start with that.”

Oh, no.

“Oh, that’s just–”

“It says it’s from your hometown!” He pauses, inspecting the top of the box. “Wait, you already opened it? Can I see what it is?”

His eyes are wide as he smiles over at her excitedly, and she knows there’s no way she could ever deny him. Not when he’s looking at her like this. All she can do is nod again, speechless, and then he’s opening the box like a child on Christmas morning.

“This is – this one is from my mom,” she finally stumbles, and her entire rehearsed speech about the sweaters goes out the window. “It’s for us. Um, for me, but also for you.” Jin’s eyes widen even more, and she can’t help but stammer on before he can speak, gesturing at the sweater she’s wearing. “This one’s mine – she made one for both of us. I’m not sure why, but she seemed to think you would like one, so I guess she–”

“Holy shit.”

She’s interrupted by his curse, surprised at his choice of words, but all of that is quickly forgotten when she takes note of how he’s lit up like the lights on her tree – brighter, even. He looks so completely thrilled that her heart skips multiple beats, and she realizes, not for the first time, just how easy it is to love him.

“Your mom knit me a sweater?”

She’s dumbfounded as she nods, and within seconds, he’s standing up. He swiftly pulls the sweater over his head in one motion, and when his head pops out from the top again, he looks so genuinely pleased that it makes her heart ache. He crosses the room to look at himself in the mirror by her door, and he can’t help but grin at his own reflection.

“This is incredible!”

She watches as he looks down, his fingers tracing the pattern her mother had knit for him. The sweater looks good on him – though everything does, she supposes. She’s so busy ogling him that she barely hears him when he speaks again.

“What time is it back home for you? Can we call her?”

Her eyes widen, and she’s about to shake her head in panic when Jin pouts.

“I really want to thank her… This is so nice, I can’t believe it.”

“Okay,” she concedes, and Jin whoops before grabbing her phone from the coffee table. She hesitantly pulls up the call, and within seconds her mom has answered.

“Hi, baby!” Her mom croons from the screen. It only takes her a second to notice the man beside her before she cries out his name, too. “Oh! Jin!”

“Hi!” Jin waves excitedly from beside Y/N.

“Merry Christmas, you two! What are you upto?”

“We just finished dinner,” Jin informs.

“I hope Y/N didn’t cook,” her mom teases, and Y/N blushes.

“Of course not,” Jin grins. “Don’t worry – I took care of it.” He winks, and her mom claps her hands in delight. “We called because I wanted to thank you for the sweater. I love it.”

Despite the intended short phone call, the two of them delve into conversation again, and Y/N settles in to listen. She can’t help but keep her eyes on Jin as he interacts with her mom, turning to her every now and again to get a dramatic reaction out of her (which she willingly provides). She’s barely listening as she sips her wine, tracing the side of his profile with her gaze, her chin in her hand. She’s in a daze, with a dumb smile on her face, when it happens.

“Thank you again for the sweater,” Jin says seriously. “It means a lot to me.”

Her heart warms to a million degrees, before it promptly turns into ice at her mother’s next choice of words.

“Of course, sweetheart. Anything for the boy my baby girl loves.”

Everything freezes. Her mouth falls open in shock, and it feels like time stops as nobody says anything. It can’t be longer than a few seconds, but it feels like lifetimes before someone breaks the silence.

“The boy she loves, huh?”

It’s Jin who speaks first, and she’s not sure if that’s better or worse. She can feel him looking at her, but she refuses to give in — she knows that there’s absolutely no hiding how flushed she’s become now, and if she meets his eyes, she’ll lose every shred of dignity that she has left in her.

“Of course!” Her mom finally seems to pick up on the tension, and Y/N wants to disappear into the floor. “It looks great on you, Jin. So glad you like it, but I’d better be going.”

Her mom hangs up with a swift goodbye and another ‘Merry Christmas’, and then – it’s just the two of them again. She decides quickly that she can’t be around him for a second longer as she stands abruptly.

“I’ll go do the dishes.”

To her dismay, Jin follows her into the kitchen, standing beside her silently with a towel for drying ready in his hands. He doesn’t speak, but he keeps sneaking glances at her that she willfully ignores, terrified of what might happen if she looks at him directly. It’s dead silent in the kitchen save for the sound of water and clinking dishes, and when she simply can’t bear it anymore, she blurts out the first thing that came to mind.

“I have never in my entire life told my mom that I’m in love with you, just to clarify.”

Great start.

“She said that you loved me, not that you were in love with me.” Jin’s voice is calm as he responds smoothly — a serious juxtaposition to the inside of her mind. “Those two things are very different, so it’s interesting that you just said the latter.”

She feels her cheeks flush even more as she continues to wash the dishes, and she can feel his gaze still on her as he continues to dry the glass that’s in his hands. She’s desperate to change the subject, but he speaks again before she can.

“Do you?”

“Do I what, Jin?” Her tone is full of exasperation.

“Love me.”

She nearly drops the plate she’s washing. “We are not talking about this.”

“It should be an easy answer, shouldn’t it?”

Her heart is racing a million miles per minute as she tries to figure out the best escape plan. “You know the answer already. Of course I do — you’re my friend.”

Jin pauses, silent, before reaching out to grasp onto the other end of the plate that she’s holding in her hands.

“Y/N,” he says, voice a low timbre in the quiet of the kitchen. His eyes search for hers, and as soon as he finds them, she has to fight the urge to look away. “You know what I’m asking.” He pauses again, before finally posing the question that she really wished he wouldn’t, his voice low. “Do you love me like that?”

She opens her mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. She lets him pry the dish from her hands, but instead of drying it, he sets it down on the counter. His drying rag follows soon after, and she’s rooted in place.

“Jin…” She trails off as he takes a step forward, moving even further into her space, and her eyes meet his again.

“I’m in your kitchen on Christmas Day,” he begins, his voice gentle, “wearing a damn sweater that your mom knit for me.” His eyes are gentle. “I’m asking if you’re in love with me.”

She’s stunned into silence. How can she answer him? Why is he pretending that it’s so simple?

“What do you want me to say here, Seokjin?”

He searches her face, a soft smile curling onto his mouth before he says the words that nearly knock her off her feet. “That you love me back would be ideal.”

Her heart stutters in her chest, skipping several beats before righting itself as best as it can.

“Jin—”

“Tell me that you don’t, and I’ll never bring it up again.” His voice is even softer now. He searches her eyes, his dark brown ones warm in the dim light of her kitchen. For the first time, he looks a bit unsure, his brows furrowing gently as he gazes back at her.

“Can you…” She pauses, trying to catch her breath as he waits for her to gather her thoughts.

“Hm?” He prompts gently, urging her to go on.

“Can you say it?”

He blinks back at her, his brows furrowing even more. “Can I say what?”

“What I think you’re saying.” She begins to stumble over her words. “Because you haven’t actually said it, and I need to be sure that I’m not misreading this, because I will—“

“That I love you?”

Her heart leaps into her throat as he cuts her off. She shakes her head, feeling her hands tremble as she moves to twist them into the hem of her shirt. “Not that… I know that you love me.”

The pause that follows is deafening. She can only hope that he puts the rest together on his own, because she can’t tell him what she needs to hear from him. She can’t.

“You don’t already know that I’m in love with you, Y/N?”

She inhales sharply. Within seconds, Jin takes the last step that’s keeping any distance between them, and his hand moves to cover hers, stilling her anxious motions.

“Look at me,” he murmurs, gentle as ever, and she can’t do anything but acquiesce. When her gaze meets his once more, her eyes wide and his soft, he says it again. “I’m in love with you.”

Her breath catches. “You are?”

The man before her lets out a laugh, and his smile is wide as he replies, “Of course I am.”

She can’t help it as his words register, and some of the shock wears off — she laughs too, her face flushed, and as Jin’s fingers softly find her cheek, she can’t help but lean into the warmth of his palm.

“I’m in love with you too, if that wasn’t clear,” she manages breathlessly, and the smile on his face only grows.

“Thank god,” he murmurs, his other hand lifting so that he’s cradling her face between his hands. His forehead moves to rest against hers. “Because I really like this sweater.”

Her ensuing whine is promptly cut off as Jin’s mouth finds hers. She parts her lips without thinking, and he tilts her face up to him even further, pulling her into him as close as he can. He continues to kiss her — soft, slow, consistent kisses, one after the other — and she can feel him smiling into each one. His fingers grasp onto the material of her sweater, pulling her ever closer, and she makes a mental note to thank her mom for the sweaters again.

*****

Tagging some loves: @tae-bebe, @moon-write, @sunshinerainbowsbts, @taejinnies, @taehyungsupremacy

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I LOOOOOOOOOOVE YOUR NEW BTS HEADCANONS

They’re literally so good I can’t get over them!

I’d like to request stepbrother tae with younger reader, where the reader is inexperienced and tae teaches her everything. With some yandere themes, age gap, virginity loss, praising, master/angel calling.

Thanks very much :)

-> thank you, bb😙

-> sorry for any mistakes

⚠️: Yandere!Taehyung, virgin!reader, stepbrother!Taehyung, age gap (reader is 18 and Taehyung is 28)

Your dad proposed to his two year long girlfriend

Your mom passed away when you were 6 and your dad has been raising you as a single father until he met his now fiancé when you were 16

You accepted the relationship because your father meant the world to you

After your mom’s death, he fell into a deep depression but kept going for you

He loved, protected and cared about you greatly

Your dad waited for you to turn 18 before proposing to his girlfriend

The reason why is because, he didn’t want you to feel left out or forgotten

He wanted you to enjoy the last 2 years of your childhood before you join the harsh, adult world

Your dad was the best dad you could ask for and all you wanted was to see him happy again

And you knew this marriage was the answer

You helped your future step mom with everything

From picking little decor for the tables, to the bridesmaids dresses, to the theme of the wedding — your step mother wanted your opinion on everything

You both finally got the chance to bond without your dad third wheeling

While you guys were out, doing some last minute shopping, your step mother confessed something

“Sweetheart, I’m so excited to marry your father but something in my heart feels incomplete.”

You scrunch your face and immediately ask her “what’s wrong?”

“My son…” she hesitated but continued, “… I want to invite him to our wedding but I’m not sure how he’d react to me re-marrying. After all, he’s daddy’s boy.”

“You have a son? How come dad’s never told me?” You said and frowned

“Well, I don’t like talking about it very much. My son is not the biggest fan of me, but in the end, he is still my child.”

“I don’t understand… why doesn’t he like you?”

“His dad made him believe that I cheated on him, even though it was the other way around. Taehyung left me behind without letting me explain what actually happened.”

“I’m so sorry about that. Maybe you can send him an invitation. If he comes, he comes, if he doesn’t then he’s missing out.”

She chuckled and started walking again

“I guess you’re right. Thank you for the reassurance.”

The wedding arrived faster than you imagined

Since the morning, you’ve been running back and forth, making sure everything’s perfect because you don’t want your dad nor your step mom to be stressed

The ceremony itself took place during the day time and in the evening, there was going to be a reception party

The ceremony went well, but your step mom seemed to be a little upset

You assumed it was because her son, “Taehyung” didn’t show up

You felt bad for her, but there was nothing you could do

The reception party was amazing

Your dad and step mom were enjoying every bit of it

The food was amazing, everyone was cheering & bringing up past memories

All was going well till someone walked in that caught your step moms attention and wiped the smile off her face

You followed her stare and saw a handsome man wearing a black suit standing in the door way

“Taehyung?”

Your step mom said, before getting up and running to him

She was about to pull him in for a hug but he rejected

“I see you got married again, mother. Does this guy know he’s wasting his time on a cheater?”

That was when you butted in and stepped in front of your step mom

“If you have nothing good to say, then leave. Your mother is trying to make amends with you and if you can’t cooperate, you might as well go home.”

“And who are you?”

“I’m her daughter.” You said, proudly

“Step daughter, Taehyung.” Your step mom chimed in, not wanting her son to get the wrong idea

Taehyung rolled his eyes and went towards the bar

“Please don’t let him spoil your night, ma. I’ll keep him out of trouble.”

You thought Taehyung was going to do something obnoxious but, no

He sat down at a table all the way in the corner and started talking to you

You were a charming girl and he absolutely loved it

Your eyes full of love and innocence

He asked you about your dating life and you replied that you weren’t interested

That’s when Taehyung knew, he had to stick around

6 months had gone by and Taehyung finally apologized to his mother

Your step mom was over joyed that her son was back

She felt like her life was getting back together

You still lived with your parents, but they didn’t mind since you were in university

Taehyung on the other hand lived in his own apartment near your university

He was actually a professor at your university

One day, your dad asked you if you could sleep over at Taehyung’s place for one night

You asked why and your dad said that this was the day he asked out your step mom so he wanted to do something special

You agreed and packed your bags

Taehyung picked you up and took you back to his place

He kept the conversation going by asking you about school, hobbies, ect

He even offered to give you a private tutoring session for free

The evening with him was going very well

He ordered pizza and there was a movie starting on the T.V

Halfway in the movie, there was a sex scene that made both of you a little needy

You started to move around more and Taehyung was quick to notice

He also had a solution to make you stop

He put his arm around your waist and pulled in closer to him

You were about to ask him what he was doing until you felt his thumb rub your clit in a circular motion

You accidentally let out a loud moan in satisfaction

Taehyung didn’t waste this opportunity and kissed you hard

He turned the T.V off and got on top of you, rubbing his raging bugle against your clit

You started rubbing against him too, wanting him to fill you up

He removed your shorts and started rubbing your clit faster

“Have you ever played with yourself like this before?”

“N- No.”

“Let master show you how to pleasure yourself, okay.”

He pulled you into his lap and made you spread your legs wide

He guided your hands on your clit

“Rub it, angel.. It whatever way it feels good.”

You started off slow but it wasn’t satisfying you so you increased your speed

You were about to cum but Taehyung slapped your hand away from your clit

“Rule number one, angel. You will not cum without master’s permission.”

“Okay.”

He slapped your clit, making you flinch in his lap

“Rule number two, you call me master. Understood?”

“Understood, master.”

“Good, angel. Master likes fast learners.”

Taehyung’s hand made it’s way back to your private area

He pushed in the tip of his pointer finger and you let out a squeal

“M-master! It hurts.”

“I know, angel. You’re so tight, that’s why…” he removed his finger from you and brought it up to your mouth, “angel, suck my finger.”

You happily opened your mouth and sucked on his pointer finger till it was wet with your saliva

“Perfect, angel.”

He slipped it back in, but this time it went in easier

“Master, don’t take it out. It feels good.” You whisper as you rocked your hips for some friction

He immediately removed it causing you to whine and squirm a little

“Rule number three. You don’t tell master what to do. Understood?”

“Yes, master. I’m sorry.” You said, softly

“Rule number four, you don’t whine. I don’t want any whining, angel. Or else, I won’t give you what you want.”

“I understand, master. It won’t happen again.”

You were so obedient, it was driving Taehyung crazy

You were so desperate for his touch and love

“Okay angel, lay down on your back and put your legs in the air.”

You did exactly what he said and spread your legs wide

He slid his fingers along your slit only to find out how wet you’d gotten just from all the teasing

He spread your wetness all over your hole for some lube then pushed in the tip

You were a little scared so you touched around for something to grab onto and Taehyung noticed

He intertwined both of his hands with yours before pushing deep inside you

You screamed a little because it was your first time

“M- Master. Slow.”

“It’s okay, angel. It’ll only hurt for a little bit.”

He pushed his whole length in you and kept his pace slow

“Master, it hurts!” You yelled, throwing your head back and releasing your tears

Taehyung quickened his pace so you could adjust to him faster

After a couple of fast thrust, you started moaning and rolling your eyes back in pleasure

You let go of his hands and held onto his back

“Master-mmmh!”

Taehyung placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it while fucking you faster

“M- Master! It feels so good.”

“I know. You’re taking me so well, angel.” He whispered into your ears, sending chills down your spine

Taehyung has been dreaming of this moment ever since he met you

All he wanted was to fuck you rough and raw

The idea of claiming you become more and more intense as time went by

You made him crazy

All the love and innocence in your eyes turned into lust for him

“Master, a- a little fa- faster, please. I’m close.”

Taehyung grabbed onto your hips and started fucking you as hard as he could

You were moaning so loudly, he knew you were close

“Tell me angel, what was rule number one again?”

“Don’t c- cum without master’s permission.”

Right after you finished your sentence, you hit your high and wanted to release

“Master! Please let me cum!” You yelled, clenching around him as hard as you could in order to stop yourself from coming

Taehyung groaned when you clenched around him

It was like paradise

“Master, please! I beg you! I can’t hold it!”

He pushed his whole length in one more time before saying, “release, angel.”

You covered his cock in a coat of cum while he filled you up

Both of you were panting heavily until Taehyung pulled out and carried you to his room

“You did such a good job, angel. Now let master take care of you.”

Just like that, you fell into his trap

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