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Just testing art stuff, made a little scene with me and my friend’s new ocs :]

The witch cat girl is Madeline and the red dog guy is Finley (owned by my friend)

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39: kiss them away

NOTES: -> happy 18th my bestie @lady-elodie 🤍 take my humble gift 😔🫶 -> a little heated at the end 👀

Enveloped in the warmth of a cozy sweater and surrounded by the calming scent oozing from a field of lavender — that's how you woke up.

Or not.

As your eyes gradually fluttered open, your consciousness was starting to come back. It was in fact, not a cozy sweater that is enveloping you, but Ayato's arms. The lavender part was, however, partially true.

Only that the calming scent of lavender was not from the flowers themselves, but from the man currently embracing you tightly.

It seems that after your little crying session earlier, you somehow fell asleep. You woke up in a different spot though. You are no longer in that one-seater sofa, but you were now lying down on a totally oversized long couch.

The living room was a slightly dimmer than it used to be, most likely caused by the passing of time. How long were you both out anyway?

Since Ayato is hugging you from behind, you were able to face the coffee table where your phone was. It was a little farther than an arm's length, meaning you had to reach out a little bit using your body to get to it.

You let out a soft grunt while attempting to, but your fingers barely graced your phone when you were pulled back against a certain someone's chest.

"Mm," he groaned, burying his face further into the corner of your neck.

You sighed deeply. Attempted to reach for the phone again.

Failed once more.

You rolled your eyes as you rested. "Ayato, I know you're awake."

There was no response from him, only that he brought you even closer to him, if that was even possible. "Good morning, love."

"Stupid."

"Hmm?"

"It's not morning."

"Oh. What time is it then?"

"I don't know," you huffed. "Maybe if you'd let me get my phone then I could probably check?"

"I don't wanna get up though."

"Then don't? You don't have to get my phone with me."

"I don't want to let go," he whined.

"Clingy," you whispered. "Only for you, love," he declared in a hoarse voice before giving your nape a peck.

It was as if a shiver run down your spine... but in a good way? It was the type of shiver that you want to experience more and more, again and again. The type that you would crave for and endlessly covet.

The type that only Kamisato Ayato could ever make you feel.

You chose to ignore it for now, avoiding the incessant teasing he'd probably give you once he notices his effect on you. This time, as you lifted your back a little in an attempt to get your phone, no obstacles hindered you.

"It's late afternoon now," you told him as you sat up, still with your back facing him. You don't see him get up after you, but you knew that he did based from the little noises he was making.

"I see," his voice still sounded like someone who just woke up. "[Name]?"

At his call, you turned to face him.

And shit.

His clothes, they were now wrinkled. His soft blue hair? Disheveled. His eyes? His damning lavender eyes? Holy archons above. They're indescribable at this point.

You continued to shamelessly gawk at him, subconsciously of course. He was able to let it pass only because he was still out of it at the moment.

If he realized it though...

Maybe he would've already ascended to Celestia by now.

Once you came to, you immediately looked away. "Why did you call me?"

"No reason."

"What?"

He flashed a gentle smile. "I just like how I'd call you and you'd respond immediately."

Ayato did not outright say it. What he really meant by that.

He remembered how you used to not respond to any of his attempts. His messages, his calls, the times he rang your doorbell, his desperate pleas to allow him to at least talk to you.

It was hell.

He knew he deserved it, but it was still hell.

"And your name is heavenly," Ayato added.

"Sweet-talking isn't effective on me," you lied.

"Could've fooled me, love." He leaned closer towards you again, his arms snaked around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulders.

You shifted your focus on your phone in an attempt to distract yourself. It's just that... you didn't expect it to be that distracting.

As you turned on your phone's internet, notifications flooded in nonstop as if they came from a waterfall. Thousands from Facebook, ten thousand from Instagram, and ten times more from Twitter.

Ah, that's right. Right now...

You were still the hot tea of society's party.

You were about to unlock your phone when you heard the fabric of the couch rustling loudly. You felt yourself being the only one weighing the sofa down. "Ayato?" You called.

"Hmm?" The sound came from above you.

As you removed your eyes from your phone, you could spy his feet directly across you. Panning your stare from bottom up, his form was slowly revealed before your eyes.

Ayato was now standing in front of you, in all of his just-woke-up glory. His legs straight, yet his back curved to lean closer to you. Once you met his enticing eyes, as intimidated as you were, you didn't fail to notice the glint of mischief present in them.

You subconsciously pressed your back against the sofa's backrest.

"Oh? It seems I was effective in taking your attention away from your phone." Triumph was evident in his tone.

He advanced further.

He spared a glance at the thing you were still holding for a second, then back at you. "Love... let's stop minding others anymore."

At this, you let out a sound of confusion. He looked away from you as he gently got ahold of some of your locks and began twisting them slowly.

"Let's just live for ourselves now."

"..."

He flashed a warm smile, now meeting your eyes once more.

"Our job is to act out dramas, not the public's fantasies and demands." You felt a palm cup your cheek. "Our occupations are being actors and actresses —"

He gave the crown of your head a soft peck.

"— not being puppets."

He didn't have to say it.

You knew. You reflected on that earlier. You let people you don't even know affect you, and where did that get you?

You were miserable without him. What more do you need to know?

There was no convincing needed.

He didn't even have to try.

You were already prepared to take another risk with him when you let him be near you once again. Only this time, it was a risk not fabricated by lies and seemingly-feigned affection.

It is a risk with no more reservations, only sincerity.

"And if I see negative feedbacks again then what?" You faked a pout.

"Those weren't feedbacks, [Name]," Ayato frowned. "Those were full on hateful and malicious comments. They should be banned. Honestly, they are punishable by the law. Hmm, what repercussions are there? I have a lawyer friend —" he started blabbering.

You chuckled. He's so cute.

The noise you let out made Ayato halt with his ceaseless uttering. At that moment, he wanted to hear you. And only you.

Your gleeful sounds were pleasant to his ears, and it hit all the right places in his heart. It was even better than when he found the perfect song to vibe to while boosting his self-esteem.

Yes, even he has moments when he needs to boost his self-esteem. He's not oozing with confidence 24/7, you know?

"Okay, okay. Then what if I get hateful or malicious comments again?" You were smiling when you said that, which let Ayato feel somewhat relieved. 'So this was a light-hearted conversation,' he thought.

"Then —"

As if on cue, the device on your hand started buzzing nonstop again due to the flooding notifications.

However, this time, instead of merely sparing it a glance, Ayato picked it up, snatched it, and threw it away, having it land somewhere in the huge couch.

"Then I'll just have to kiss them away."

You laughed even more. "You think your kiss is enough?"

He hummed.

"Liar."

"You dont believe me?"

You smiled as you shook your head.

"I'll just have to prove it then."

His lips crashed against yours.

It would be naive of you to assume that it would start gently. Given the teasing that came beforehand? Given how much you both missed each other? Given how much the two of you desire one another?

No fucking way.

You don't know how he managed to do it in such an inconventional position, but everything felt sensational, rapturous. Is this what people consider cloud nine?

His hot skin, his hand on your cheek, the other on your neck. His overwhelming scent, the feeling of his locks falling against your face — it tickles, yet you cannot even think of letting out a small laugh.

You feel hot. All over. Nonstop contact of your skin against his gave off burning sensations. Even worse, you felt heat seething from your insides as well. Everywhere. Your gut, your lungs, your face.

You were sure it was flushed deep red.

The two of you busied yourselves quenching your thirsts, not permitting the other to be dehydrated and depraved of the feeling of being satiated. Your touches were desperate, your nails piercing through the fabric of his shirt and onto his skin, and his fussy hands that kept switching spots because he wanted to feel everything all at once.

Memories of previous trysts simultaneously flashed in your mind — but one stood out the most. Back in his penthouse. You and him. In this very same position. The two of you were only supposed to practice kissing, but... it led to a full makeout session.

One like this.

You leaned back even more against the backrest when you felt his knees make a dent on the couch, caging you in even more. At this point, you were almost lying down.

Not that you mind even one bit.

Ayato grinned against your lips when he felt your fingers caress his hair roughly. He eyed your neck next, planning to make it his following target.

And of course, what Ayato wants, Ayato gets.

You gasped at the feel of his lips. "[Name]?" He whispered when he stopped his actions for a splitsecond.

"Hmm?"

"I." A peck.

"Love." A kiss.

"You." His lips went back to yours after his declaration of affection.

You and he went back at it again as if you haven't eaten for days. At this point, Ayato even thought that Maslow would frown on the two of you for messing with his 'Hierarchy of Needs' — both of your needs for love, belonging, and intimacy were already overflowing, overpowering everything else.

Everything else except oxygen, however.

Despite not wanting to, with the lack of breath, you pulled away.

"How was that, love?" Ayato curved his glossed lips playfully.

"You want my rating?"

"Yes."

Ayato suddenly felt your palm cup his jaw. Your hand pulsed as he gulped.

What the fuck was that look you're giving him? You with your sultry, half-lidded eyes, want seeping through. You make it hard for him to resist —

"It's not enough," you whispered, still catching your breath. "I want you -"

You pulled him closer.

"— to keep kissing them away."

Ayato's mind went spiraling at your request.

Fuck, [Name].

He let out a deep breath.

And then a grin.

"As you wish, my lady."

privacy — ayato x reader smau

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NOTES -> hilig nila sa sofa maglandian 'no? (trans: they really love flirting on the sofa, don't they?) -> also in case yall were confused what im talking about you can refer to ch19 🤍 -> lost my sanity writing this :DD /hj

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HEARTLESS 💔 - PART FIFTEEN

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: the aftermath of Wyatt's birthday party. You and Jack end up hurting each other with your different points of view, but your love is stronger

(This is the fifth chapter of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE TO FOURTEEN ON MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: angst, two idiots in love, fluff, mom!reader

A/N: besties, I love this chapter very much, I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do. Our cowboy deserves nothing but the best and I know how much you've missed him! I have missed him too! ❤️

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You smiled at the pictures and at your son the entire time, a part of you was indeed extremely happy to be there, holding your baby boy who was now growing into a wonderful child, turning four and blowing his candles next to his daddy for the first time in his life. He looked at everyone who gathered around and sang him happy birthday with awe, never seen so many people cheering on him, gifting him presents, not to mention the other presents he got from his daddy before. Wyatt was having the best day of his little life, amongst others best days of his life, ever since his father came into the picture, he made sure to make things memorable for him.

On the other, you were feeling a hint of hurt, perhaps a melancholy even, too many emotions happening all at once: you and Jack making out constantly like horny teenagers, that felt pretty good, giving you a sense of freedom, finally expressing your feelings and your hormones, the things you'd been so desperately trying to hide from the others as well as from yourself, for a long time you carried with shame the love you felt for Jack Daniels, after what he did to you and your son. You never thought it would even be possible to express those feelings you desperately pretended to be non-existent, but again, that cowboy had his own way to make your world upside down and his gentle attitude, loving words, warm eyes and a tight, manly grip around your body had you hostage again, you simply couldn't break free from Jack Daniels, even if you tried to - and you did, for very long - he just had a way to keep you his. It felt bittersweet to know you were free to be with him, now Frankie was out of the picture, which was also partially why you felt upset. It's not a matter of breaking up with him, even if Whiskey wasn't in the picture, you and Frankie would end up splitting up sooner or later; he was just too close to his ex-wife to be over her, your relationship was just a consequence of two lonely people looking for a hook-up online. He was handsome, sweet and a good kisser, but you weren't in love with him, your heart was never open to anyone but the cowboy that both disgraced your life and also added a sense to it. It was only a matter of time until either of you would have to start the unpleasant conversation and get things done with; however, what made you upset was the way the break-up happened. Perhaps it would've been better if it didn't happen in the middle of your son's birthday party and though there wasn't a scene apart from when his daughter bit your son, it still felt odd. You were disappointed in Frankie for finding out he'd been hiding things from you, but just because of that, you didn't think it was appropriate for Jack to throw Frankie's dossier onto his lap as if they were in the middle of an interrogation. You were thankful your cowboy was protective and willing to take the risks to help and protect you, but you knew you would've handled things differently. Still, things were done and they'd remain that way, you were at least thankful you didn't have to handle things like that at all.

But Jack still pressured you and made you uncomfortable, he was already talking about marriage, kids and you weren't there yet. Of course you wanted to spend time with your cowboy, you were willing to make things right for your family, for your son and also for yourself, but you didn't want to get married and let alone have more kids. You didn't trust Jack with getting you pregnant, the trauma and the sadness you went through in a moment that was supposed to be one of the best and happiest of your life was too present, you still had nightmares about it and you were not willing to let it repeat itself, even if your cowboy got on his knees and swore to you he'd never do anything like that, you wouldn't like to figure out by yourself.

You couldn't lie to yourself if you said you hadn't let your mind wander and dared to think of an alternative scenario where you went all the way with Jack: marriage and another kid. Perhaps it could work, you had no way to guess if it would, but you decided to be safe rather than sorry and immediately draw the line. You could tell he'd become upset at your immediate refusal right under the willow tree, he was surprisingly soft when it came to family business and it wouldn't be different when you weren't interested in his future plans. Jack Daniels was a traditional man, he was one to get married and settle down, just like he'd been taught from a young age, like real men were supposed to do. He thought that now that you and him were finally on the same page about becoming a real family and giving it a shot, you would also agree with him. He thought you'd say yes to his proposal even if it wasn't official yet and also his idea to give Wyatt a baby brother or baby sister. However, you'd said no. He couldn't even blame you, no one could; even if you were the most selfish person in the world, - which you weren't, because after all the shit he'd done, he'd committed himself to worship the ground you stepped on - he knew it was understandable and expectable too. But that old broken heart was overflowing with love for you and your son, it just kept the fire of hope alive, so when you'd been nothing but clear when you stated you wouldn't get marry nor have kids, he got upset. Not only that, he felt quite rejected. Perhaps it was a product of the tension he went through with your ex earlier that day, he had hated Frankie since day one, even before finding the dirt on him, he just couldn't have sympathy for anyone who had the woman he loved; if it were up to him, he would've kicked his ass and told him to fuck off, but he couldn't do that in the middle of his son's birthday party, not when toddlers ran around and the adults enjoyed good food and drink. And then that little monster Frankie called a daughter bit his boy and Jack felt angry. He was actually pissed. Yeah, she was a child - a very spoiled, whiny and annoying one - and he knew that often happened, but he'd always hated biters, his little sister was a biter and he learned from a young age to hate this kind. There was also the fact he was actually being able to take part in his son's birthday for the first time and the need of making everything perfect and memorable for Wyatt was a bit nerve wracking, not that he would admit it, but Jack Daniels didn't lose sleep before a mission, but he did lose sleep before a four-year-old party because he wasn't sure if the inflatables and the trampolines were good enough.

At that point, Jack was just tired, too many people around his home, making too much noise and whereas his son was having the time of his life, Whiskey preferred the moments he'd spent with only you and him, where Wyatt played with his pony and you were both quiet and affectionate. However, each time Wyatt's laugh was heard all over the place, the cowboy couldn't hold back his unconscious smile, he never knew how the happiness of a child could make him feel young and good again. Like the bad, rough path in his life had never existed. When he left the willow tree with you and your son, Whiskey was silent, not getting closer, he felt the sting of rejection and even if he knew it wasn't fair and that you had all the right to want different things in life, he still pouted and put his cowboy hat on, following you down the party.

He kept his distance once everyone sang Wyatt happy birthday, he could feel the same tension you did, the way you stood all stiff next to your son, occasionally smiling at everything and everybody but avoiding his gaze, it made his heart clench, he didn't really know what else to do. He didn't want to lose you, but it seemed at times that no matter what he did, if he showered you with love or affection, he still managed to scare you off. He closed his eyes and sighed, another flash by the cameras that photographed the moment he stood next to his family. Normally Jack wouldn't be in so many pictures, but he always made exceptions for you and now your son too. The cowboy was so caught up in his feelings, he only noticed how close you were the moment you wrapped your arms around him, closing the distance between the two of you and Wyatt stood on a chair, to be at your height so you could have a beautiful picture to watch in the future. He looked at you slightly surprised, not expecting a physical touch from you, even if the warmth was so soothing and familiar, he didn't expect to have your body glued tight to his. It was some kind of hypnosis, being away from you for so long, whenever he was able to touch you, it simply didn't feel real at all. He still couldn't ignore how upset he was, but when he looked into your eyes and saw your smile, he went soft. Posing for another picture wanting that moment to be eternalized.

•••

"Cake?" You offered Jack a small plate, joining him at one of the many tables that were set through the backyard. One by one, the guests began taking off after the cake was cut and served, the party naturally coming to an end after hours of fun and adventure for the kids as well as their parents who drank, ate and danced, because if there was something Jack Daniels was good at, it was definitely throwing a ranch party. Wyatt baffled the two of you, still having the energy to bounce from inflatable to inflatable, trampoline from trampoline, so excited he completely forgot about the pile of presents exclusively for him. You were exhausted and you could tell the cowboy was just the same, taking the cake from your hand with a small thank you as he began nibbling at it.

He was upset, you could tell, because his aviators were back on, covering his eyes and even if they weren't uncovered you just knew they wouldn't carry that traditional spark. His shit-eating grin was replaced by his serious expression and you just felt so frustrated with that man. Instead of having your lips on those tempting lips of his, you had to go through that whole awkward situation with him. Why couldn't things be a lot more simple? Why couldn't you just enjoy each other's company, without making things complicated?

He didn't say anything at first, just watching as Wyatt ran from one place to the other, enjoying the toys a lot more now that he didn't actually need to share them with the other kids.

"Why don't you wanna marry me?" Jack broke the silence, not looking directly at you, he looked down instead, eager and also scared to hear your answer.

"Instead of asking me this, why don't you answer my question, Jack?! Why do you wanna marry me so bad?"

You caught that cowboy by surprise, out of all the answers in the world, the ones he could have possibly heard, that was something he didn't expect.

"I-I…" he started but bit his lips, taking his glasses off and looking at you "it doesn't feel real to me that you want to give our family a chance, the feeling I have is that one day you'll wake up and get back to your senses, that you'll remember I'm not good and shouldn't be forgiven, so I fear you will walk away from me. I figured that if we get married, not only would it assure me that wouldn't happen, but we could also pick up from where we left off" that making perfect sense in his mind.

"So you just want to trap me?"

"Sugar, don't look at things that way… I mean yeah, getting married would be a way of making sure you don't regret giving me a chance, but I would also like to continue from where we left off…"

"We will never continue from where we left off, Jack… listen, Wyatt just turned four, which means we're talking about nearly five years in the past; there's been too much between us, a horrible, traumatic, violent, break up. There was a pregnancy, also traumatic, because it was scary, painful, stressful, there was a child birth, countless nights of staying up and taking care of a baby I wasn't even sure how to do so, I'm not holding it against you, but there's no turning back, Jack. You will never be able to make up for this all because it's long gone, and I can see you want to prove yourself, have a chance so you can show me now you can handle taking care of a baby, but I'm not gonna be part of your experiment"

"I just thought we could be a family, a real, big family, I know the three of us are already one, but I wanted to have another baby, I wanted to make you my wife, have you wear a big fancy ring around your beautiful finger and go to bed and wake up every single day for the rest of my life next to you. I'm not saying that what we have now, how we are getting along and finally breaking the barrier that was keeping us apart isn't good, but I wanted more… I wanted to know for a fact one day you won't just wake up and walk away from me, sugar"

And that was exactly the kind of assurance you couldn't offer him. Yes, you were willing to be with Jack, as a couple maybe, as lovers definitely because you simply couldn't get your hands off your cowboy, but were you 100% certain you wanted to have him for the rest of your life? You didn't know.

"It seems like we want different things in life Jack… you pressure me when you talk about this, about the future, when you talk about having babies as if the whole experience with Wyatt hadn't happened"

"And you hurt me when you just discard our future without a second thought, sugar" he looked down, placing the plate on the table and sighing, getting up and taking his leather jacket off, placing it on your shoulder, surprising you at the soft touch, only then realizing you were actually shivering at the cool wind. The cowboy excused himself and walked inside.

•••

Whiskey had got inside his home, pouring himself a glass of the hardest Statesman liquor he could find and got into his bathtub. He let out a loud groan, his sore muscles finally relaxing under the warm water, but unfortunately to him, not all the relaxation in the world could soothe his heart. He wasn't even sure what that all meant. Were you and him still trying? Broken up? He didn't know and he was afraid to ask, perhaps it would be better if he left that question mark hanging for a little while. He sank his head under the water so he could be alone with his thoughts.

You called Wyatt, who finally came running to you. He was panting and his skin was sticky with sweat from how much he played even if the weather wasn't warm anymore. He smiled and gave you a big hug, snuggling you and letting out a yawn, he had never been happier, though he frowned not seeing his daddy. You explained to your son Jack had had an early night because he was tired. All of you were, but you knew Wyatt still needed a warm bath before bed.

Once your son was clean up, warm and tucked in bed, you felt kind of awkward, not sure if you should lie down or go after Jack. Things had escalated to more than tense once you two opened your hearts and though you wanted to make things right, you didn't know how to. Jack was a stubborn man, and if he had that idea in mind, you knew you wouldn't be able to go against it. However, you were also sure you wouldn't be able to simply go to bed when things were so unsolved, you couldn't say yes to his marriage proposal in one night, but you could at least make sure things were alright - or not - between the two of you.

You exited your bedroom and decided to go to Jack's, so eager to knock on his door you barely noticed him walking towards you, apparently he also had issues he had to address. You stopped just inches from bumping against him, but it didn't stop the cowboy to hold you by the hips. He smiled down at you, but it didn't meet the eyes, and you were sure he was still upset.

"Hey sugar, going somewhere in a rush?" He asked curiously at your nod but since you didn't actually reply to his question, he just cleared his throat

"I was wondering if you'd be okay with me taking Wyatt to the Statesman tomorrow morning? I gotta go there to make some payments for the service some employees did at the party and I was thinking that would be a nice opportunity for him to see his daddy's workplace"

He smirked proudly, imagining how excited Wyatt would be while running around the hallways of Statesman, seeing the cool stuff his daddy worked with. He was sure he would enjoy their time together, but the moment he noticed your sad expression, Jack frowned, concerned about you and what could've happened.

"Jack, can I ask you a question? Are you mad at me? About the fact I don't want more babies or a wedding?"

He sighed and bit his lip, carefully choosing his words, he didn't want to offend you in any way, but he wasn't great at hiding how upset that made him

"I'm not mad, it's your choice… but as I said, it made me upset, I had already made plans for us, sugar. It's nice we're getting along, but I expected more, as you already know… Would you ever marry me? Someday?"

"I-I don't know, Jack" you sighed and looked down, ashamed of your honest response, being sure it would hurt that broken heart even more.

He nodded and looked around, taking a step back from you. He thought of kissing your lips goodnight, but he didn't actually see the point in it.

•••

Jack and Wyatt had left earlier in the morning, your little boy was still very sleepy and cuddly as he first got up, climbing your lap and snuggling you, just like he did it as a small baby, though now time was flying and he was growing more and more each day. You had wrapped your arms around him and played with his soft, growing curls, listening to his calm soft breaths as he fell asleep again. You rested your chin on his head and closed your eyes, happy at the small time you had with him, you missed Wyatt terribly for the past two days, as the two of you were so busy with his party you barely spent time together. Jack walked into the living room, looking good in his clothes, aviators on and his hat in hands, going absolutely silent once he realized his son had fallen asleep.

"Do you want me to leave him here so he can sleep some more?" He suggested it, but you quickly dismissed the idea, you knew how excited Wyatt was to go out with his daddy, he just needed a few minutes to catch up on his sleep.

The cowboy joined you on the couch, his big hand stroking his son's soft curls and watching his sleep features in adoration, his son was absolutely gorgeous, he had taken a lot from you, even if he did have a lot of similarities with his daddy, Jack came to the conclusion he was all you. He smiled at that thought and sighed softly, at the same time Wyatt opened his brown eyes and giggled to see his daddy right there. Neither of you addressed the short, frustrating conversation you had in the hallway the night before, instead you both focused on serving Wyatt breakfast and you helped Jack buckle him up in his Bronco so they could have their boys adventure.

And then you were free to do whatever you wanted. It was definitely a rare moment of your post pregnancy life where you could actually do anything you wanted without having to worry about your son. Even though being a mother meant you would worry about your kid at all times, you trusted Jack knowing he'd keep your son safe. Helen didn't take long to arrive and assured you she would be supervising the cleaning team Jack hired to clean after the party, you could do that without her help, but she was just so kind to you, you thanked her by assuring the woman she could go home right afterwards, no need to cook any meals as you would take care of it.

While you were oddly free, the first thing you decided to do was take a bath. You figured Jack wouldn't mind lending you his tub; you wouldn't make a mess or snoop around his stuff, you just filled the tub, picked your favorite bath bomb and sank your entire body into the water, sounds of relief coming out of your mouth. You couldn't even remember the last time you were able to take such a relaxing bath, at any time you wanted and spending as long as you'd like. Chances were the last time you actually spent some time like that was even before getting pregnant, probably inside Jack's tub as well. You weren't sure if you just closed your eyes and relaxed or if you'd dozed off, but nearly an hour later, you were drying yourself and getting dressed, feeling so good about herself. Looking out the window, you saw that the tables that had crowded the backyard just a day before had gone, the green fields seemed spotless clean, but the inflatables were still there; of course Jack would pay extra to have them for longer so Wyatt would play.

You turned around and picked your riding boots, it was time you paid your beautiful Silver Pony a visit and took her for a ride.

The walk to the stables was fast, you were so used to going in the same direction you were able to just follow it through muscle memory; there was a time you rode horses almost every day, and that didn't necessarily make you good at it, you were decent at best, Jack always made sure to be around and take care of you, though he used to encourage you to try and do it alone, so you would always go with Silver Pony, she wasn't a racing horse, she never sped up and you just loved going out with her. You loved that horse, and she loved you too.

"Hi girl, I missed you" you said excitedly as soon as you eyed her, the horse showing the same excitement to see you, moving her body and motioning her head towards you, so you'd pet her. You chuckled at how sweet your lovely friend was and got the saddle ready, just like the cowboy had taught you to do and in no time you were riding your beloved horse again. Not without attaching your fruit basket to her saddle, an old habit of picking up fresh fruit straight from the trees.

It was a very beautiful day, sunny and warm, and you only cursed under your breath for forgetting the beautiful hat Jack had gifted you. You smiled at the idea of going horseback riding with your son and your cowboy, it would definitely be a good family date, you decided you'd bring it up later that day.

You saw the fence that indicated the end of Jack's property and since you didn't have schedules or responsibility for the day, you just decided to ride further, as you hadn't been around the neighborhood in so long.

You hadn't taken your phone nor a watch so you had no idea how long you've been riding Silver Pony, you passed by the fruit trees, the neighbors' property and you only realized you'd gone far when you saw the cemetery gate. You swallowed hard, knowing this place without ever being there, you knew how long Jack had spent visiting the grave of his late wife and unborn son. He had the habit of visiting them very often, once a week at least, bringing them flowers and spending some time there, talking to them, as it was the only thing that could give his broken heart some comfort. Then, as the years passed and the pain still lingered there, he continued his ritual, only being able to actually reduce it once he met you, then his visits stopped being weekly, but he still felt the need of seeing them. You respected and understood that, even if it seemed a little too depressing at the time, but then, standing so near and yet so far from their grave, you felt an urge to go and see them. It came out of nowhere, you hadn't even thought of Jack's late family, they hadn't crossed your mind in days, but at that very moment you decided you needed to see her grave. You had never even considered doing so, but you would. Tying Silver Pony to a tree so she could relax under the shadows, you picked some wildflowers you found on the grass, feeling weird to walk inside empty-handed.

You weren't bothered by cemeteries, you didn't see the fuss in visiting them, but you didn't avoid it when you had to, seeing it was a simple place, a lot of green fields and flowers, one could say it was even a beautiful place. You walked around paying attention to the tombstones, wanting to find hers, which didn't take very long. Amongst the other simpler ones, hers stood with fresh flowers and a beautiful but sad sculpture of a cherub angel.

Of course Jack would get his wife nothing but the best. You took a step closer and lowered yourself, placing the wildflowers next to the other ones, a little shy at how simple your last minute tribute was, but you could feel she was a kind-hearted woman and wouldn't mind it at all.

"Gabriella Daniels

Loving mother and wife.

Gone but not forgotten"

The inscriptions on her tombstone were simple but it brought you a pang of sadness, watching how beautiful she was in the picture, she should be around Jack's age by then, and yet, she looked younger than you currently were. You'd been her age, but she would never live up to turn your age. It was sad and tragic, even if the date of her passing was more than two decades, it still felt so brutal to know a love was killed at such young stage, under such a painful way. She should've been able to celebrate anniversaries, give birth, watch her baby grow up next to her husband, and yet, it was all taken away from her. From him. From them.

Poor Gabriella was doomed to become forever young in a broken man's heart and mind, turned into memories and dust, while her young husband was doomed to becoming a lonely, brokenhearted man.

You spotted another plaque smaller, but right next to hers, and it shattered your heart.

"Jack Daniels Junior

An angel sent back to heaven"

Perhaps it was because you were now a mother and you witnessed the intense love a mother felt for her son, or just because you knew Jack Daniels and you witnessed the intense love a grieving father felt for his unborn son. But you let out a small sob, the tears insistently falling from your cheeks, as you watched those two tombstones. It might've been the proximity you had with the story, without even knowing them personally, but you were nonetheless affected by it.

However, it was still a distant tragedy, like the ones you often hear about and felt upset for a while, but then you move on, but standing there, in front of their graves, you could feel how real and intense it truly was. You could only think of Jack and the gruesome pain he felt, how your own chest tightened just at the mere thought of going through something similar, about losing him and your son.

It clicked, it all made sense to why he was so desperate about assurance, about a true indicator that he wouldn't lose you or Wyatt, that happiness wouldn't run away from him, escaping through his fingers like sand. Would it be so bad to actually give him a chance? An assurance? He wasn't the monster you had unconsciously built in your nightmares, yes, there was a part of him that was that monster for a while, when he broke your heart and pushed you away, but he had got back on his tracks. You sighed, shaking your head and trying to make a sense out of your thoughts. It was all so confusing and yet, you were so sure, at the undoubtedly uncertainty of life, at the proof nothing really lasted forever and at the realization that if you had a chance to be happy today, you shouldn't waste it thinking of the future that might have not even come,you felt sure of it, of it all.

You sat on the grass more comfortably and wiped your tears softly

"H-hi… I'm sorry, it's a little weird for me to do that… but I know Jack does it and it helps him. I guess you know me and I know you too, Gabriella. I'm very sorry for what happened to you and your beautiful baby boy, your absence was so painful to Jack but we both know he's strong and well, you and your baby Jack will always have a place in his heart. Our cowboy has done some shitty things, to me, and to our son, but he's found his way back to being his old sweet self… he's still a little corny and clueless, but that's part of his charm right?" You chuckled softly "thank you for being so good to him, but now I'll take care of our cowboy…"

You dried your tears and smiled more at yourself as you felt so light, so peaceful at the end of your… conversation.

You rushed to Silver Pony, caressing her head before hopping on your girl again. She took you home at a slow pace, giving you enough time to stop at the peach tree path, so you could pick some of them and take it home. You would make a peach pie for your cowboy, knowing he loved eating it with some vanilla ice cream just like his grandma had taught him to. Just by knowing how excited he would get, it made you happy and eager to get the sweet treat started. You could tell yourself you were just excited to see Jack's reaction at the fact he would enjoy his favorite childhood recipe, but in fact your heart was tightening to see your cowboy, you needed to see him, touch him, talk to him and enjoy the fact the two of you were there alive and well, healthy and happy, with a beautiful son and a bright future ahead.

Once Silver Pony finally reached the gates to Jack's property, you could see the Bronco parked and Wyatt rushing to you, running as fast as his little legs could take him, you got off the horse and placed the basket down, opening your arms to welcome him, embracing your son into a tight hug. You were so lucky to have your son so alive and well, snuggling Wyatt and letting him giggle and tell you all about the awesome day he spent next to his daddy. You nodded and stroked his curls, letting him speak for as long as he wanted, but eventually, he blushed and looked down in shame

"Mommy we have a pwoblem… daddy bought McDonald's fow lunch and he bought nuggies fow you, but I ate them" he said a little ashamed of eating everything and not letting one single nugget left for you. You bit your lips so you wouldn't burst out laughing at how funny and cute that was. Ruffing your hair, you let your son know it was alright.

Then you picked up your basket and rushed to Jack, who gave you a shy smile, not having enough time to say anything at all, as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

Whiskey didn't expect it, but as soon as your lips touched, he unconsciously glued your bodies together, not resisting you, there, so close to him. His hand gripping you at the same time you could see his confused expression, but you just shrugged.

"The answer is yes"

"What?"

"You know what question I'm talking about, cowboy, the answer is yes" you winked at him and caressed his smooth cheek.

Before Jack could add anything else, you grabbed his hat, placing it on your head and smirked

"Cowboy hat rule, Mr.Daniels"

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A/N: I really hope you enjoy it besties, you are the whole reason why this cowboy gets so much love 🥺❤️

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal imagine #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you #agent whiskey x y/n #agent whiskey fanfiction #agent whiskey fanfic #agent whiskey imagine #jack daniels #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels x you #jack daniels x y/n #jack daniels fanfiction #jack daniels fanfic #jack daniels imagine #kingsman #kingsman fanfic

[beanghostprincess]

Roger really DOES have mad girldad energy and I am feral.

Welcome to my walls btw, it's hot af in Florida, so lmk if you need a popsicle/hj

Just. Omfg imagine Toki and Buggy bonding SO MUCH and Toki is the one who helps Buggy find Her Style and Her Confidence. Oden also has Big Himbo Dad Emergy too, so I bet he'd just be like ":000 a GIRL! WONDERFUL!!! I shall have TWO daughters!"

Roger ofc takes big offense to that and it becomes a shipwide brawl over who gets to be her dad, and Buggy is just laughing, crying, pickpocketing everyone. Only like. Three fellas even have the driving NEED to call her their daughter, they just love the chaos. Shanks is just left GAPING bc ofc he loves Buggy, he always has, always will, but the way she was smiling, the way she's just beaming at the acceptance, no matter how dramatic it is - by Davy Jones, it steals his breath away.

Whatever you do tho, don't imagine Toki dressing Buggy up in traditional Wano attire. Don't imagine Toki taking on the role of aunt or big sister and sharing this culture with Buggy. Teaching her the ways of warriors from her homeland, the codes and dress and recipes. Don't imagine Toki telling Buggy "family secrets" like recipes, fighting styles, etc. Don't imagine Toki just easily saying that of course Buggy needs to know these things! Blood is but the fluid of life, and love is what makes a family - and Buggy has so much love to give, so much to receive, and Toki calls her a child of Wano in heart and soul, in all the ways that matter should Buggy want that.

And Buggy, who has only ever wanted to BELONG, oh she accepts without hesitation.

Leaving Toki behind was hard, but she gifts Buggy an heirloom of sorts, a hair piece that she keeps either tucked under her beanie or safe in a chest, anchored to the floor of her room ((or hidden carefully with Devil Fruit powers)).

The day Toki manages to make/get a suitably sized kimono for Buggy, maybe for a party on the ship, maybe a birthday celebration ((and here I insert my Wano Culture Headcanons, that there's a birthday where children transition to young adults, and it's similar to a quinceñera but different, partially because it's done at 13, and then a second one at 18, a five year period of growth, life compared to butterflies, and so Toki convinces the crew to do these for the Cabin Kids-))

Buggy comes out, hair done, kimono flawless and bright and bold and so very her, a quiet joy on her face, and the crew is FLABBERGASTED.

Roger is sobbing.

Rayleigh has suddenly aged 20 years because oh shit oh gods she's going to be beautiful as an adult, oh damn it all he's gonna have to beat men off of her-

Shanks is caught between swooning, wanting to tackle her, and remembering just how the heck breathing works.

((Roger, Rayleigh, Crocus and Oden do rock paper scissors to get the first dance with her, and it dissolves into a fist fight somehow. Shanks gets involved and bites them. Toki takes the first dance.))

I have. So many emotions about transfem Buggy, bestie, send help it's all my brain can think about.

It's okay, I miss hot weather because here in Spain I am freezing and I am a spring child. My spiritual flower is a sunflower. I need the SUN. I NEED TO GO INTO THE FLAMES. So I'll stay there happily.

Please, Toki would so adopt Buggy. And Oden would be THRILLED. He'll see them getting along and he'd instantly say they look like mother and daughter. Buggy would be shy about it but Toki would probably laugh and say "Oh! Do we really? What do you think, Bugs?" and it's just,, So sweet,, Oden loves her a lot and he can't wait to see his Hiyori grow up too. Roger would be FURIOUS when he hears that because he "found her first" which, you know, true, but it's a weird way of saying that's his daughter. Anyway- Rayleigh would be so fucking done with everything. They'd fight about it and Buggy would actually have the time of her life because she feels important and flashy for once in a long time, and she'd laugh oh so beautifully at them when talking with Shanks about it in their room. Like she'd just laugh at the situation and Shanks is still not getting used to his very very not platonic feelings for his best friend. But he'd enjoy his time with her. He's just going a bit insane.

I can't stop thinking now about Buggy finally finding a place to belong. She's been lost for so long,, Feeling left out. And now Toki has gifted her with the most precious treasure there is: A home. Belonging. And I am so so emotional right now. Toki would be so proud of her and Buggy would just be so thankful. If Buggy called her 'mom' at some point, she'd feel embarrassed right away, but Toki would probably fight the tears and hug her close. Going crazy, really. All the men in Buggy's life fighting for her first dance,, Rayleigh just knows he'll have to fight all the men that hurt his precious star. And Shanks is starting to think about that too and the thought of Buggy dating somebody else makes him sick, so perhaps he needs to start with a plan to confess finally (he's so asking Toki about it. I'm gonna cry). Roger crying because he wants to enjoy every second he has left with her... It kills me.

I just know that to this day, Buggy still thinks about Toki as her mom. She never mentions it to anybody, but she feels such a strong connection to Wano and she's dying to go there finally someday. She might have not been born there, but her soul belongs there. And it's just so sweet. I am sobbing, thank you. Every time she does her hair, she feels Toki's hands instead of hers and she remembers everything she taught her,,,

Now I have on my mind a very silly Shuggy thought about Shanks trying to flirt with Buggy but failing miserably (because he's a kid and he only knows how to tease her or follow Roger's advice which are, um, not good) and Buggy just being so done and exhausted. She can't stand him! He's so annoying! Sometimes she doesn't know if she wants to punch him or kiss him! And she doesn't even know if Shanks likes her back because he keeps acting stupid. And she goes to Toki for advice and she's like "oh, darling... Men are stupid. Do you know why you felt smarter than them when you were unaware of being a girl? Well, one of the reasons is that Shanks is a kid. He's dumb. But he loves you and cares so much for you... He's just having a hard time trying to make his way to your heart" / "But he-! He's so damn- Ugh. He's such an idiot. He already did, and he just doesn't know because he can't see it and I can't stand him-" / "Well, maybe you should be the one telling him, huh?" / "What?! No! And give him the satisfaction of thinking I fell first?! I'd rather die. No. He has to make the first move". And now Toki is involved (like the rest of the crew because Shuggy is a whole teen drama) in their love story because Buggy keeps complaining about men being stupid and Shanks keeps saying he doesn't get how Buggy can't see he's in love with her.

#i think we're soulmates anon you always write exactly what i'm thinking :(( #this is just so beautiful i am sobbing and now i want to write countless fics about this #god i swear this whole thing made my day #thank you so much for your asks really <333 #fem buggy lives in my mind rent free forever i love her so much she's so important to me #one piece #buggy the clown #fem buggy #kozuki toki #roger pirates #red haired shanks #shuggy

[yanderelinkeduniverse]

Bestie, I’ve gotta ask: do you have any yandere Wind, Hyrule and/or Time hc’s???

I’d love to hear about them!

I actually did do an entire yandere Hyrule headcanons post once upon a time, but that got…deleted, so I’ll have to redo them and everyone else soon enough. Maybe I’ll make it a small series!

But for now here’s a random assortment of yandere Wind, Hyrule, AND Time headcanons done in no particular order, just because I can.

Wind has a habit of almost always putting his sleeping mat beside you, effectively hogging one side of you to cuddle at night. The others get on his case about this, but that only makes him stop for three nights, tops, before he goes back to always claiming one side of you.

Occasionally, Hyrule will take advantage of warmer weather to take off his two outer tunics and just wear the leather armor he has on under it. He knows he looks skinny with all his layers on and sometimes he wants to show off his muscles for you!

At one point, Time asked to take a picture of you wearing one of his masks. You had it partially on, exposing just enough of your face to smile for the picture. The mask he asked you to wear? The couple’s mask. It’s a picture he likes to admire from time to time when he’s thinking about your future, together.

Wind asks Twilight what his secret is to getting so tall and buff. He wants to grow up to be strong like the Rancher so, one day, you’ll see him more as a man than a child. If you see him drinking Lon Lon Milk more often, that’s probably why.

Hyrule doesn’t have the funds to treat you to fancy gifts like gems or beautiful gowns, those come from when he pools his resources together with someone else, so instead he brings you things like flowers. He’d bring you a bouquet of freshly picked flowers, if only to see you smile at him.

Time is the tallest in the group, I headcanon him to be at least 6’3, and as a result he has the largest frame. This conveniently allows him to pass off giving you an “extra tunic” to wear as pajamas as just him looking out for you as the leader.

These are just a few, I’m saving the juicy stuff for the “main” headcanon posts.

#yandere linked universe #acrylic answers #acrylic writes #yandere linked universe x reader #lu time #lu wind #lu hyrule #linked universe #loz

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 3/19/2024

boy hope i never run out of zelda games to play or my mental health is going to Tank. there are very vague endgame stuff spoilers (not where zelda is, but some of the time fuckery) but i am going to spoil a bit of the rito sage quest. nothing is rot-13'ed. i feel like that's a fair compromise since this game has been out for about a year? please let me know YOUR opinions on recent game spoilers

listening

Thanks A Lot But No Thanks from the 1955 musical It's Always Fair Weather, sung by Dolores Grey. this was Dolores Grey propaganda in the @hotvintagepoll. i love a sugar baby song and this is sort of an. anti-sugar-baby song? a satitrical sugar baby song? she thanks suitors for increasingly improbable gifts (the state of Maine, et al) before killing them??

the PIPES on this woman!!! the comedic timing!!! she pulls out a gun and shoots suitors dead while thanking them for an autographed picture of john wayne!!! she pulls a big lever and they all fall under the stage!!! ive been having kind of a Time in the depths of unemployment and this made me genuinely laugh (not one short sharp bark of laughter, full on cackling).

thanks for the darling uranium mine indeed

reading

the moonstone by wilkie collins (and philip). this has been my falling asleep reading book. this is decidedly not a cozy mystery but the stakes are not like. so high i have to keep reading through the night to find out what happens. i'm having a good time with it, currently about halfway and still very irritated with rachel, the main character right now. i have not revised my "spoiled brat" opinion and i look forward to seeing if i ever revise it.

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watching

The Three Musketeers (2011, dir. Paul W.S. Anderson). thank you mackintosh (this is a discard from my hometown library and no one needs to know where that is thanks). it's pretty widely available on free platforms rn which is how you know it's good. it's not Good is the thing but it is extremely fun. it is straight up the three musketeers but with an airship. milla jovovich jumps off an airship into the channel. milla jovovich does some assassins creed shit. luke evans does some assassins creed shit. there is an airship fight and an airship chase. it is So cheesy and unfortunately never got another sequel. it also inexplicably has some of the finest cinematic swordfighting since the golden age of hollywood.

this was a really successful impromptu movie night pick for a more widely varied gang than usual, including some teens. my bestie also enjoyed it, which i am So pleased by bc she has extremely exacting movie taste. this cast is so stacked for no good reason: orlando bloom, luke evans, christoph waltz, mads mikkelsen, matthew macfayden...

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playing

i have a post in my head about breath of the wild and tears of the kingdom and their dialogue with each other about loss and grief, but i think that's going to have to wait until i have a little bit more brainpower. perhaps i can talk a little bit about how they make me feel about loss and grief, and how i was upset for zelda and her hundred-year siege in the last one but i am so so so desperately sad for zelda in tears of the kingdom.

i played through breath of the wild with a constant background sense of loss and grief. this is only partially due to the real-life severe depression and joblessness. i think this is a personal brain thing and not a game thing, but i did feel guilty when fucking around in breath of the wild and not actively doing main quests to save zelda. like i would look at the castle off in the distance and feel kind of bad. the champions (and zelda!) telling link as soon as physically possible that it wasn't his fault made me cry in real life every time. i get it's like a month max of in-universe time between games, but it still feels like he has once again missed SO much. i think this is sort of a larger symptom of depression in that i look at [REDACTED] in tears of the kingdom and get a bit hopeless about [REDACTED] and it's like. well i might as well go pick golden apples and not do main quests. time is meaningless.

i am really glad they kept the shrine of resurrection on the plateau in tears of the kingdom. if that hadn't been there i the player would have felt very unmoored. i cannot begin to think how unreal and depersonalized it would have made link feel.

enough of that! the hero's path function is so funny. there are such huge swathes of the map i looked at and said No Thanks! Not Yet!

my depths map is even funnier. eight lightroots so far. no thank you! too scary still! i thought until VERY RECENTLY that all the caves and wells led to the depths and was avoiding them. mistake! cool shit in caves and wells! some horrible boys as well but they are vastly outnumbered by the cool shit.

the rito sage quest fucked SO severely. i had so much fucking fun with that boss fight even though it took me a real life two hours to get up to the arena with the puzzles to unlock the boss fight. i also surprised myself and did not have to look up how to beat any of the puzzles or the boss! just entered a state of flow and looked up and it was three hours later! i know a lot of people are very grumpy about how this was not a totally new game with a totally new map, but i have nothing but praise for the mechanics in this completely new section. knocked my socks off. made me think but wasn't too frustrating. made me use all my powers and all my weapon types. it was simply a great deal of almost frictionless fun! some over the top sick as shit stuff that is the whole point of video games as a medium imo

unlocked all the geoglyphs and i am Upset. i am UPSET.

and now for some horse talk (TM): i kept the very first horse i caught out of nostalgia even though these stats are not very good. i think the naming scheme for this game will be H (the last game was C). the breath of the wild giant ganon horse is so funny. you can't do shit with this horse. you can't change the mane. you can't change the tack. you can't increase his stats. he's just There. Large.

tangential horse talk: why is this lynel in the wetlands. his feathering and fetlocks are going to rot off. he is going to founder

some places ASCEND works where i didn't expect it to: tree. water you can stand in.

i stumbled across the last power completely accidentally while trying to deliver some eyes to a mysterious god and this was so fucking funny. i DID throw this guy down a big pit in the last game and he never came back. i forgot about that.

also people were fucking gaga for rauru but why didn't i see people talking about either of these two last summer on this, the -girl affix site and the scruffy shredded boy site

some other bits and bobs:

i was so annoyed patricia was part of the compendium in the last game i fucking got her this time ok

very hashtag relatable languages moment

unrelated to either of those things, i have done the gerudo sage quest except for the boss battle and i missed two huge swathes of hashtag tunnel gameplay (going to find riju through the tunnels. simply went overland) and getting to the central temple chamber (simply used ascend). whoops

there's a little tower concept art piece in purah's room in the ancient lab! that's a fun little touch i really love, it really helps differentiate the games and show changes in the overworld between games in a very cheap and east way for the devs

bc i play these games like dressup simulators, i also want to note that misko's tents are also really fun, they really feel like they're from a much earlier era and i'm stumbling across an untouched archaeological site

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making

garden update: growing along okay, it has been so so so wet lately and i should have bitten the bullet and bought the big expensive bag of perlite, the drainage is not terrific. i should elevate all the planters and that would help a bit too. tomatoes are bit leggy, i moved them out of the partial shade on the end of the balcony and in front of the window. i am a bit concerned about them getting scorched, but again it's been so wet lately they need all the help they can get. i feel like they're established enough to be pruned a bit to make them bushier but i am Afraid. there are worse things in life than leggy tomatoes

the pic on the left below: these bush beans are looking a bit strange as well. the four shorter ones came up, promptly withered their cotyledons, and i thought they died until they popped out their first true leaves. the larger ones i think may have some kind of mosaic virus but it's a little early to tell. these are bins that haven't been used outside (they stored clothes in for the move) and new dirt from home depot. either the dirt or the seed stock itself may have been infected? very strange. the cucumbers in the bin in the back (hidden by the beans) are also taking forever to get going. at least the sweet peas are doing fine. the spinach i planted in that back bin withered where the stems met the soil and died. i think it was simply to early and too damp for them.

anyway on the right pic above: these normie peas and normie climbing beans seem to be doing fine. that's dill in the gray pot and basil in the bucket, they also seem to be doing fine. just sort of a perplexing corner on the other side of the balcony.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

[villainbait]

Little Deaths, Little Pleasures (LINK)

Pairing: Mahito x Reader (non-gendered) Rating: NC-17 Warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT / Partial transmutation / body horror / partial death / overstimulation / size difference / reader almost dies / gift fic / non-gendered reader / obsessive reader / graphic depictions of gore / Mahito comes with his own warning / Horror / aftercare? / forced orgasms / large insertions / Gaslighting / Gentle Manipulation / Vanilla Sex / Technically / Foreplay? / Not for you but for Mahito / Dubious Consent Summary: Mahito shows up in your bedroom as he does every night. Every night, he wants the same thing: To be with you forever.

Please be mindful of the tags besties. I'm not really a Mahito enjoyer but I wanted to do something nice for a friend who is. Anyway, enjoy. xo

#Mahito #Mahito x reader #Mahito x you #Mahito fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jjk fanfic #mahito fic #mahito smut #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #darkfic #one day i wont post at 1:30 a.m.

[imaginecorporation]

*slides in with a rose tuched between my teeth* hello my beautiful besties

can you write some hong lu x reader stuff for me 👉👈 bonus points if its fluff . thannk you i love you forever and ever and ever mwah

Unpolished Jade

First and foremost, you'll have to be patient with him. Hong Lu is hardly used to interpersonal relationships, let alone ones that are so committed from both sides. Not his fault he wasn't loved as a kid--

BUT. Once you do start to properly work things out and slowly but surely communicate and help him ease into personal connections, you can't tell me he'd be anything short of the sweetest lover known to man.

He's used to nothing (physical, at least) being unattainable, so he'll absolutely spoil you with dates and gifts. The best money can buy.

Though, if he's honest, the kind of gift he'd prefer from his lover? Their time. He's not used to that, so even a sliver of personal attention feels like the greatest intimacy. He'll be over the moon every time you take a moment to cherish him verbally, give him hugs and kisses, and just remind him that Yes. You Do Love Him.

Cuddles. Big cuddlebug. Not as much of a cuddlebug as someone like Heathcliff is, but Hong Lu will absolutely whine for cuddles, don't tempt him.

And yes it is partially to sap your warmth. I can only imagine him as having a slightly cooler than average body temperature, so he'll just curl up on you like a cat in a sunspot.

You're the one person he'll, slowly but surely, every so often, drop his happy go lucky attitude around, and be truthful with. He knows you can keep his secrets, and he trusts you so dearly. He hopes you'll trust him in kind.

He'll probably share skills like calligraphy with you, even if you don't ask. I can see him being very passionate about his taught brushwork, wanting to share and teach as a bonding experience. Gentle and soft hands over yours, guiding each stroke to show you how it's done, and happily praising you even though he just did 95% of the work.

#hiiii bestie <3 #~Mod Aleph #Hong Lu #Limbus Company

[danceofthexdragons]

Itachi Birthday Headcanons

Happy Birthday to my Hubby Supreme @itachianon Father of my Child My Bestie Hottest Guy Alive Genius Most Caring Loving Doting Man I Could Ask For ♡ I love you LOTS

Itachi hates his birthday. He dreads it. He doesn't count it as a day of celebration but a year of learning from all the years behind him to gain more wisdom. He hates that he has to stray across this day every year and he wishes he could genjutsu everyone into forgetting. He considers this seriously.

He stays sober on his birthday. He refuses to touch a drop of alcohol. Sasuke on the other hand, has very different ideas.

Every year on this day Sasuke has his hawk send a birthday package to wherever Itachi is: Included in the package is a handwritten letter, several handmade dangos and sweets, homemade cupcakes w/frosting decorated with his own eternal mangekyo sharingan (reminding Itachi he has ems and Itachi doesn't), a book guide to "How To Be Popular With The Ladies", several selfies of him and Naruto happily married, designer reading glasses, a cashmere blanket, and a whole cartel of Konoha's Finest Booze. (Sasuke's hawk has to make several trips, and gets quite snippy.)

(Naruto sends Itachi secret nudes, snakeskin assless chaps, and secret admirer letters, which Sasuke rips up)

Once every blue moon Sasuke shows up to spend the day with Itachi, much to Itachi's chagrin and delight. They go to all the sweet shops and even sneak into Konoha's movie theater, and then later hit the pubs. (This year they watch The Little Mermaid movie.)

(Naruto tries to give Itachi love taps "birthday punches" but it doesn't go over too well.)

Sasuke discreetly edges a beer or two every few moments towards Itachi, weighing in on how many beers it would take to get him stone cold drunk.

Itachi does mid level genjutsu to make Sasuke think he's drinking all the beers.

Kisame gives Itachi a pet chicken this year, which Itachi is thankful for since his past birthday gifts consisted of a pet shark which he had to set free, a platypus which he had to kill because it was venomous, a blue ringed octopus which tried to choke him, and a venomous cone snail which Itachi thought was pretty until it tried and succeeded to strike him with a deadly mix of neurotoxins and Itachi was sure he was dead. He named the chicken Emmy and made sunny side eggs for breakfast every morning.

Deidara gave Itachi an overly large raven shaped clay sculpture with a bow tied around it, which was set to explode if Itachi ever rode on it. Itachi asked Deidara to take a midnight date ride with him on the clay bird, and Deidara eagerly said yes, it sounded romantic.

Pein gave Itachi a raise and upper management level Akatsuki including free health insurance, which basically meant he had the authority to be more powerful than all the other Akatsuki members. Itachi didn't think it was a stretch. He also got the special cloak with a hood. Itachi was grateful for being partially shielded from the rain and snow and freezing temperatures.

Konan gave Itachi giftcards to a Spa Day and Hooters. She does the night shifts on Thursdays.

Shisui presented himself as a male hooker. He jumped out of a cake.

Itachi hates to admit it, but he secretly wants to buy himself a Harley.. He doesn't, because he feels it would be too indulgent.

After Naruto becomes Hokage, he has a special present for Itachi: He sets up an orphanage in Itachi's name, with full state of the art facilities, library, fancy living quarters, school, etc. Itachi feels that the Knucklehead has finally done something right and is very pleased with his present.

(Naruto drafts a contract for Itachi as part and parcel with the orphanage which includes a clause to have dinner with him every Saturday night, which Itachi doesn't sign.)

Itachi has a secret ritual from then on that he does on the day before his birthday every year, which is to go to the orphanage and spend all day with the kids.

After spending his birthday with family and friends and Akatsuki, he has a whole night to himself and.. A special girl. A mysterious girl he's been seeing. She's desi and beautiful and has shoulder length brunette hair, with dark mischievous eyes. Itachi hasn't shared her with anyone, for many reasons. What is so puzzling about her? What is her secret? Why do they have rendezvous on this night? What is it about her..

Itachi and his love have a passionate night of love making and their night ends with a ring.. A vow. Tragedy?

Soon. Soon.

(She gifts him with a Harley, which is what she knew he wanted all along.)

#itachi #itachi headcanons #itachi hc #uchiha itachi #itachi x reader #itachi fic #itachi hcs #itachi fanfic #sasuke #itachi x y/n #naruto #itachi x you #naruto fanfic

[homiesondaweb]

Shout out to @frogs4frogs for finding these picrews for spidersonas for shawties that can't draw! I didn't want to hop on her post with her Sona and rambles for jt, So! I made my own to ramble on lol.

This is Etta Hampton (Ezy) aka The Recluse the one and only Spiderwoman of New Tulsa on earth 9539

Etta is 17 and lives with her Uncle Barney who owns the Urban Stables that most people in North use for boarding. Etta's lived with her Uncle Barney since she was seven after the death of her parents in a mysterious OzCorp Refinery explosion. She has an army of aunties and cousins that live on the East Coast in Old York or DC.

Etta is incredibly smart, soft spoken and caring. She loves ATV or horse trail riding, welding, pottery, and botany. To the point she plans on triple majoring civil engineering, mechanical engineering and sculpture after she graduates from the Parker's Gifted Academy. Her uncle is her biggest supporter for her education and hobby pursuits and gave her her own garage/studio to work in.

Etta is best friends with the fire chief's son Bart Brown (9539's Hobie), the Bugle Radio's owner's daughter Merry Jameson ( 9539's MJ) and Harry O. (9539's green goblin who just causes more chaos over harm, absolutely hate his father) who the world fattest crush on her and she is 100% oblivious to it.

When Etta was 14 she stormed off after an argument with various of her visiting aunties about her "manish" pursuits she took her four-wheeler and went off trail to a forbidden zone that was the contamination and closed of remains of the OzCorp Refinery. While exploring the remains, Etta was bitten by a radioactive Brown Recluse when security guards had cornered her and she was forced to hide in one of the old R&D offices.

She has the usual power set for a spider person: Spidey sense, the ability to stick to walls, super strength and super agility. Along with long sharp nails that are extremely durable and sharpened canines that have a paralytic and necrotic venom. Etta has two specialty abilities: one is to produce different kinds of acid from her hands and apply it to her organic webs to create different kinds of traps or help her to escape. The other is an ability to control her temperature to the point she can send heat waves of energy off her body or stun/shock others with a fridged touch.

As the Recluse her biggest foes are Cyclone Sandman, Cotton Mouth, and King Scorpion. She has a half allyship with the for hire thief/ spy Prowler (Miles M. Davis) and Green Goblin (she usually just catches and releases with his antics) the fire chief and sheriff work well with her. In school as her regular persona her academic rival is Miles.

Etta tricked out an ATV to fit her theme and made it hover/wall fly so she can still get to places that don't have the highrises that need her help. She controls it remotely sometimes to help rescue people or lead the emergency services to a location/criminals she's taken care of. This causes her Uncle Barney to think she is a close friend of Recluse and works on her tech. He likes Recluse but is highly worried for 'both' their safeties.

The only "Canon Events" she has gone through is the death of her parents and giving up being Spiderwoman for a while after she failed to save a little boy's parents during a train derailment caused by Sandman.

Miguel sent Jess and Ben to recruit her for the Spider Society after she dealt with a Vulture variant and he worried over the fact that her Gwen Stacy event hadn't occurred yet (death of Harry in her case, his spine snaps as he is GG when she tired to stop him from plummeting after a mid-air battle) they haven't explained this to her yet. Etta tries to stay in her world but really likes collaborating on inventions with other spider-peoples and usually sticks to the R&D or repair department over missions.

Is works besties with Margo but highly distrusts Lyla. She partial mentors under Jess and let's Gwen stay in her dimension sometimes when Hobie's world is overwhelming.

Loves blooming onions and other savory snacks, it's not unusual to see her as Recluse snacking on jerky or street corn. Tamale ladies love her. Often wears overalls or jeans jackets over her spider suit. Has hella Spotify followers because her playlists are absolutely fire (even Miles admits this)

And that's kinda it! I have hella backstory about my girl, please ask about her😁💛

#spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman across the verse #spidersona #original character #Hobie Brown #miles morales #some midwesten hero love

[streets-in-paradise]

Chucky Headcanons: Being Nica’s girlfriend and trying to help her save her family ( Nica x Fem Reader Curse of Chucky AU)

Warnings: No proofreading, apologise for any mistakes or typos.

Pride Month gift for my bestie @losersclubisms​. 

Love you so so much and since i’m imagining this for you it is partially personalized. However, it is still enjoyable for anyone else. 

I made the reader be a pagan in your honor, but the pagan practice i described here resembles what i have learn somewhere else. My knowledge is better in latin american paganism and the representation resembles that more, hope is still good anyways :) 

- You started dating Nica in college and you realized from the start that it was going to be hard, but your persistence won her over completely. No matter how difficult things would become, you always stayed by her side.

 - Reassuring Sarah in her constant fears for her daughter to get hurt was the hardest part, but with time and patience you managed her to trust you. The key was that you became a frequent company for both of them, always showing yourself understanding of whatever arrangements needed to be made for the situation to work. You have a complicated relationship with your mother that always made your communication distant with her, so the close bond your girlfriend had with her mother was the opposite of what you were used to at home. 

- Receiving the news of her tragic end hitted you hard, you simply couldn’t believe it. There were no reasonable explanations. Alongside Nica you had seen Sarah at one of her bad moments at some point, but she didn’t seem like going through one of those at that moment. Things seemed to get better, not worse. 

- Of course, you were going to remain with her through the painful moments and say your last goodbye to her mother, a woman you did grow fond of after getting to know her as well as you could. If you had to be honest, she was the only member of your girlfriend’s family that you felt liked you for real. The interactions with her sister have always been tense, from the very first moment you were introduced. You can tell she has always found you too unconventional or, better said, a complete weirdo. Her husband remains neutral, but their little daughter is fascinated by you and that creates a constant source of tension between all of you that Jill tries to calm. 

- To Barb you are just a free spirited ex hippie like college girl whose life is going nowhere. It’s a false stereotype that doesn’t even fit your vibes, but you imagine she imposed on you over the fact that you are the exact opposite of everything she values. As it was natural to expect from her once she starts to manipulate the situation trying to kick Nica out of her house, she accuses you of being there to move with her and cling to her inheritance. 

- You are not a confrontational person, but she is going too far and you can’t stand it. Your defense of Nica is aggressively passionate and at that point you hold on just for her. The atmosphere is so loaded with negativity, which is perfectly understandable because a person just died, but you have to make something to get yourself together before you can get kicked out yourself. 

- For so, you try to stop focusing on the bullshit of adults for a while and pay attention to Alice. No one else is doing it, so they have no reason to stay mad at it. The little girl seems distracted, something normal to expect. She is processing the death of her grandma and as part of it she asks you all sorts of questions. Nica explained to her that you are a pagan and your belief systems are different from their family’s, so she wants to know what you think would be the fate of Sarah’s soul. 

-  “Chucky says there is no God.” Alice wonders out loud. “ but you believe there are many.”  

You aren’t sure of who explained her about atheism, but that can’t be coming from her alone.

“ Who is Chucky, darling?” 

The girl pointed at the red haired doll she found right there at her arrival, handling it to you with pride so you would check on it. 

- You didn’t know what to say, so you pretended to salute him to carry on with the conversation ignoring it. However, some of the things that came out from Alice’s mouth couldn’t be ignored. She was speaking as someone else, but not resembling anyone there. 

- The matter kept twirling in your mind for a while and you were thinking about the conditions of Sarah’s passing. She died in that house and no kind of purification rituals were made, not even by that priest Barb brought. The house could be haunted and not precisely by her spirit, something else could have found the way in after the tragedy made that place attractive. 

- Asking only for Nica’s permission, you decide to make a first step into figuring out what should be done: a spiritual cleanse. A simple smoke cleanse for the start, purposely choosing a method friendly to the christian eye for its similarities with the practices of the catholic church that you have already done there knowing Nica had the supplies. To not cause any more troubles, you do it only in the room where the death happened. 

- You get stopped in your tracks by little Alice and her plastic friend, what you should have seen coming because she was always curious around you. Trying to explain what you were about to do would have been pointless to satisfy her, the girl would have wanted to follow you and you couldn’t allow that. You bring the singular duo back with your girlfriend, easier than trying to localize Jill.

 -  “ The smoke she was doing cleanses energies.” Nica tried to explain to her. “ She was trying to help grandma reach heaven in her way. It’s different from us, but she wants to help.” 

You were smiling a bit noticing a glimpse of pride in her saying that. 

“ It can also help everyone feel better, i feel better afterwards everytime i do it. More calm, peaceful. Less feisty to fight with your mom.“ 

- In order to satisfy her curiosity without upsetting anyone even more, you show her how it works by practicing it on the doll, which ended up a complete disaster. The charcoal burns in an unnatural way, something you have never seen before. The pleasant smell of herb mix and incense turns into a disgusting pest that made you think you could have started a fire. 

- You are convinced that then you are going to get kicked out, especially considering what you have to say to defend yourself. 

- “ There is something deeply wrong with that thing.” You insist on telling Nica as soon as she gets an hysterical Barb away from you. “ Remember how many times have I done that for you and nothing strange happened.” 

“ It’s an unfortunate coincidence, maybe you are just stressed from having to defend yourself all the fucking time.” 

You looked at her deathly seriously. 

“ I hate to be asking you this…. Does your family have any enemies?” 

She didn’t manage to fully understand the meaning behind the question.

“ What are you talking about?” 

“ Whoever sent you that doll hates you, I’m convinced of that. “ 

You take her hand and she pulls you for a kiss, reassuring gesture trying to hide your concerns and hers away. 

“ I love you, Nica, I seriously do. Tell me you are on my side even though I sound insane. Lie to me if you have to.” 

The pure devotion in your eyes made her smile briefly. 

“ I don’t know if it would be of any help, but there is something I have never told you about…” 

#chucky headcanons #nica pierce #fiona dourif #nica pierce x reader #nica pierce x fem reader

[feralkwe]

my family lost someone last night.

she's not someone anyone in the family liked very much, though many of us spent portions of our lives loving her. many of us still do in our own way. she was very sick for a very long time and that sickness caused her to do many selfish things that hurt many people. she leaves a legacy of wreckage behind her, for sure. i personally did a lot of work repairing some of the damage left in the wake of her illness. she was for the most part estranged and in almost every way possible it was for the better.

but she died horribly, in a way that no one deserves to, not even if it's partially of their own making. like i said, she was very sick. i spent some time this morning talking my mother and brother through some complicated feelings about her, because i am the only person in my family who has worked to develop tools for dealing with feelings. i endeavored to remind them that while death does not make someone a saint, and that you're not required to forgive a person the wrongs they've done against you, it's okay if you still need to grieve for the love lost. for the person you loved. and also i had to talk them through the fact that she wasn't actually a terrible monster, either. that the thing everyone hates her for doing was, in fact, an act of love. it might be, in my hard won opinion, the most selfless and loving thing she'd done in her too-short life.

it's easy to look at an action someone takes and only see the ways it hurts you while losing sight of the selflessness of the act. almost my entire family hates her for what she did, but through a lot of therapy and talking it through with my besties (ilu both so much!), i've spent several years quietly thanking her for that choice. it gave me things i will always be grateful for, even if it also hurt and still hurts me in many ways. but it was a loving gasp made in a moment of clarity, and something only she could have given.

in her good times she was sweet. funny. she reminded me, both in appearance and style and manner, of avril lavigne (which may be what attracted my brother to her). she liked to team up with me in lovingly dragging my brother, a beloved pastime of mine. she gave us two beautiful boys who were my entire world for quite a while (and in many ways still are). those boys are still too young to understand her illness and the gift she gave them, but i hope that i can guide them toward doing so one day.

it's tragic that her life was cut short in such a horrifying way. no matter what anyone thinks of her, she deserved better. every human being does. we did not speak for the last many years, and i don't know if that was a good thing or not. i certainly could not have prevented what happened. i can't undo it. terrible things sometimes happen for no reason. we can do nothing but continue on.

what i can do is remember her. i can remember she lived, that she loved, that she lost, and that in the height of her illness she did the right thing, even if that thing continues to leave painful ripples through my family. and i can and will do my best to remind people that no human is all good or all bad. that sometimes things hurt so they can heal. that it's okay to mourn someone you loved even if they harmed you, and that doesn't mean you have to forgive them.

i don't need or even want any sort of sentiment extended to me for her loss. we were not close anymore, and like i said, i'm not sure if that was good or bad. i will quietly cry it out and grieve the person i believe she was, and my life will remain largely unchanged by her loss. what you can do for me, if you are moved to do anything at all, is to help me spread the reminder of the complexity of humanity.

#b does life #death cw #grief cw

[glittertomb]

I decided to get into knitting partially to connect to my Nordic/Scandinavian heritage and partially to continue to mend the broken relationship between me and my mother as she grows into gentleness and open-mindedness in her later years.

So far it’s been emotionally, mentally, and spiritually stimulating, engaging, and healing. Unfortunately it’s damaging to me physically as I have fibromyalgia and eds, which both involve joint connectivity problems and pain, but I push through because it’s really rewarding to create something, and I love gifting my friends and family with something homemade and customized just for them.

Of course my first project was a dreamy pastel hat, because you must first fill your own cup before you can fill others 💖💜💚… but the next two hats were for my bean of a little sister 💙💙and my fairy bestie💜💚🧡. And now I’m wilding, making a new hat every few days (so send thoughts, prayers, and cbd lotion cause this grandma has hurting hands).

#personal #hats #laue

[lockes-woods]

Stuck Chapter 6

“So, it wasn’t a sex thing, but sex isn’t off the table?” Sanji asked Himiko as they make their way back to her apartment to meet up with Vivi and Nami. They had just finished their opening shift at the café.

“I guess; that part wasn’t super clear. Mihawk made it clear that if we were to have sex that it wouldn’t affect any of their payments to me. So, it wouldn’t cause the payment to stop, increase or decrease.” Himiko said as they paid their fare and waited for the train back to her downtown apartment.

“What did Shanks say?” he asked, shifting his weight from foot to foot impatiently.

“Um, he said that it was pointless for them not to admit that they find me attractive. And that sex would only happen if I wanted it.” she replied shyly.

“So, Shanks was up front with it, but Mihawk was more round about with it.” Sanji asked.

“I guess so? Mihawk did not confirm or deny whether or not he found me attractive or if he wanted to sleep with me.” Himiko answered as they entered the packed subway car. Himiko and him found a spot to stand in the corner. She quickly grabbed a strap before the train jerked into motion. She envied Sanji’s ability to keep balanced and hold a drink carrier with three full hot drinks without spilling a drop. She was struggling to keep her tote bag on her shoulder and hold her iced latte at the same time.

 “Just because he didn’t explicitly say it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to be with you.” He pointed out as he relaxed into his stance.

 “I guess; If I’m being honest, I still can’t believe they are willing to pay that much money to hang out with me when one of them is busy.” Himiko said.

 “Would you also have to hang out with them when they’re together?" he asked.

 “I don’t know; I was kinda blind sided by the proposition as a whole to ask any follow up questions.” Himiko started, “It kinda all just sound too good to be true.”

 “I don’t know, I’m not saying you should throw caution into the wind and go for it,but this may be a once in a lifetime opportunity to get your degree. I’d drop everything if I got a chance to like that.” Sanji said honestly. “If you don’t go for it, I might have to throw my hat into the ring,” He joked. She just rolled her eyes at him as they made their way up the three flights of steps to her place.

“It’s not like I’m completely ruling it out I just need to talk out my options before I agree to this kind of arrangement.”

“I know, I know. I just can’t really think of any downsides to an arrangement like this. It’s not even like they’re creepy old men. They’re both super hot.”

 “How do you know Shank’s hot?” Himiko laughed as she fished out her keys.

 “Oh, I’ve been cyber stalking them since Thursday night.”

 “Really?” Himiko asked as she opened the door.

 “What? If my besties entering into a sugar daddy situation, I want to know all the facts first. Also, it’s partially his fault for having a public Instagram.” Sanji said, defending himself.

 “Is this even considered a sugar daddy situation?” she asked as they made their way into the apartment.

 “Oh, it’s totally a sugar daddy situation.” Nami called out from the kitchen.

 “I thought you had to be having sex for it to be labeled that.” Himiko asked confused.

 “Sugar daddy refers to a relationship between older men and younger women where gifts are exchanged for company or sex,” Vivi answered, reading off of her phone.

 “You just had that at the ready?” Himiko laughed while the four of them made their way into the living room.

 “You say that like she doesn’t have a whole ass power point prepared.” Nami said with a smile.

 “There’s a power point?” Himiko asked confused.

 “I mean yeah. When Nami asked me to look into them I took it seriously.” Vivi said slightly embarrassed.

 “Why’d she asks you to look into them?” Sanji asked. Himiko was equally confused until she remembered-

 “Because her major is in homeland security.” Himiko answered now feeling dumb.

 “Oh, I always thought you were majoring in cyber security.” He said, handing Vivi her drink.

 “That was my major until I found out that they offered a homeland security major; I’m now minoring in cyber security.” She answered as she took a seat on the couch next to Nami. Sanji circled round the coffee table and took the last spot on the couch leaving the armchair for Himiko.

 “Anyway, I gave both of them a general background check as well as combing through their social medias.” Vivi started as her power point popped up on their TV.

 “Is this all really necessary? It feels like an invasion of privacy.” Himiko asked slightly flustered.

 “Hey, if you’re going to be financially dependent on these guys, I want to make sure everything is on the up and up.” Nami answered seriously while Sanji nodded his head in agreement.

 “Okay, I guess you can start whenever you’re ready Vivi.” Himiko said as she got comfortable in her seat.

 “Overall neither of them has a criminal history, or any habits that may become debilitating. They have been married for the past four years; it’s unclear when they first got together. They are both openly queer; Shanks post about their relationship more often than Mihawk does. That being said Mihawk post less overall so their proportion of post about their relationship is about the same.” Vivi states before clicking through the title slide to a picture of them together on a tropical beach somewhere. Sanji lets out a low whistle that Himiko rolls her eyes at.

 “Alright so I’ll start off with Shanks,” she said clicking through to the next slide. “He graduated from our university’s undergraduate program at 22 summa cum laude. He majored in political science. Two years later he graduated summa cum laude with a master’s in law. After graduation he immediately started working for the Oro Jackson law firm.” Vivi said clicking to the next slide that showed a younger Shanks shaking hands with Gol D. Rogers.

 “God damn,” Sanji said checking out the photo on the screen.

 “Really?” Himiko asked exasperated as she threw a pillow at his head.

 “What, I have eyes and that man is fine at any age.” Sanji defended himself as he rubbed the spot where the pillow hit him.

 “I mean I’m gay and even I have to admit that they’re both super hot.” Nami said while Vivi nodded in agreement.

 “Can we just continue?” Himiko narked.

 “Gladly,” Vivi said clicking to the next page labeled Career Cont. “He worked his way up the corporate ladder and made partner when he was 31. He regularly works pro bono and is heavily involved in the firm’s community outreach. It’s rumored that he will be starting his own law firm in the next couple of years.”

 “Damn he’s hot and has a good heart,” Nami said while she put down her drink and settled into the couch. Sanji nodded in agreement looking at the picture of him dreamily.

 “He has an excellent credit score and co owns two properties; a penthouse in uptown and a lake house an hour outside the city. He also has an impressive investment portfolio.” Vivi said as she clicked through the slide listing his fiscal qualities before she continues, “To rap up Shank’s portion the only semi red flag I could find was the amount of time he spends at your bar per week, but that may have more to do with you than his drinking habits.” Vivi finished. Himiko can feel her face heat up at Vivi’s comment as she avoided eye contact and played with the tassels on the throw pillow she was hugging. Now that she thought about it, he normally only had one or two drinks when he wasn’t celebrating a win. On the quieter nights he would opt to sit at the bar and talk. Sometimes alone or sometimes with fellow partners from the firm.

 “Mihawk is one year younger than Shanks but graduated the same year from the same university.” Vivi continued snapping Himiko out of her train of thought; her head shot up to continue to follow along with Vivi’s presentation. “He also graduated summa cum laude with a degree in microbiology. He went to a graduate program out of state before returning to the city to start his internship at center city hospital. He is currently an attending physician in the surgical department; his specialty is in neurosurgery. He is being primed to take over as chief of surgery when the current chief retires.” Vivi pauses to take a sip of her drink before continuing. “He shares the same fiscal portfolio as Shanks. As far as I could tell there are no red flags for Mihawk. He appears to be more of a home body than Shanks is.” Vivi finished as she clicked through the end of her slide show.

 “Thanks for putting all this together,” Himiko said turning from the TV back to facing the couch.

 “Oh, it was nothing.” Vivi said slightly flustered, “Honestly it was good practice.”

 “I think you did a great job babe,” Nami said beaming at Vivi. Vivi returned a shy smile.

 “Okay, so I’m not seeing any downsides to this.” Sanji said glancing around them to see if anyone disagreed.

 “I mean my only hang up was possibly outing them or for this to be a beard kinda situation, but if they’re already both out I don’t really have any concerns.” Himiko said.

 “I honestly didn’t find anything sketchy and they’re definitely making enough money to support you without it breaking the bank.” Vivi commented.

 “I feel better about this than I did before the presentation, but I still not a hundred percent there.” Nami said honestly.

 “Would you feel better if you met them?” Himiko asked, “You, Luffy and Vivi are the only ones that haven’t met either of them.”

 “Maybe, I don’t want to stain your relationship with them while it’s still forming.” Nami answered.

 “I don’t think either of them would mind meeting them. If they did that would honestly be a red flag I’d like to know about.” Himiko said as she pulled out her phone to text the Dilf’s group chat.

  “If you’re okay with then yeah, it’d make me feel better to know who you’ll be spending your free time with.” Nami nodded. Himiko opened up her messenger app and started typing.

Himiko: Hey, I’m almost done deciding,

Himiko: sorry it’s taking so long.

Himiko: Can my sister meet you before I decide?

Shanks: You have nothing to be sorry about.

Shanks: We want you to be confident in your decision.

Shanks: Mihawk is most likely doing rounds right now but he should be free in about an hour. Do you and your sister want to meet up at the botanical garden then?

 “When do you work today?” Himiko asked looking up at Nami.

 “Um one sec.” Nami says pulling out her phone, “I work at 3:30.”

 “Are you okay with meeting up with them in like an hour in center city?” she asked.

 “Yeah, that’ll work.” Nami nodded. Himiko nodded and sent a text confirming the time and place.

***

 “Why do I feel nervous?” Nami laughed as they ascended the subway steps up to center city.

 “I don’t know this feels pretty low steaks to me; you’re basically just doing a vibe check.” Himiko responded.

 “Yeah, but what if I mess up the vibe check and cost you this opportunity; or worse I think they pass the vibe check and then they do something awful.” Nami said with a concerned look on her face.

 “I think you’re overthinking this. Even if you make the wrong call, it’s in no way your fault. If they do something bad it’s solely on them not you.” Himiko said comfortingly as they stopped at the entrance to the garden.

 “Ready?” Himiko asked looking at Nami.

 “Ready,” Nami confirmed with a smile as they make their way to the center of the garden. Himiko immediately spotted the back of Shank’s head as they approached behind him. She didn’t see Mihawk yet, but they were early.

 “Is that him?” Nami whispered, nodding in Shank’s direction. Himiko nodded as they got within shouting distance of him. Shanks turned his head at the sound of crunching leaves and greeted them with his breath-taking smile.

 “Hey, Himiko early as always.” He teased as he got up from his seat on the bench.

 “You say that like you haven’t been earlier than me both time’s we’ve met outside of work.” Himiko laughed.

 “That’s only because my lovely husband likes to nag me into being early to things.” He joked, “Ah, speak of the devil.” Shanks said nodding behind them. Nami and Himiko turned to see Mihawk coming towards them in long strides.

 “Sorry for being late,” he said as he came into their cluster, “You must be Nami,”

He said holding out his hand to her. Nami exchanged a small smile and returned his handshake.

 “I don’t think you were late,” Himiko said checking her phone, “We were all just early.”

 “I suppose so, but I’m still sorry you had to wait.” Mihawk said as they turned to face him in a circle. After a pause Shanks broke the silence by greeting Nami.

 “I’m Shanks by the way,” he said holding out his hand. Nami shook it before he continued. “You’re sisters?” he asked glancing between them with a quirked brow.

 “Oh, she’s adopted,” Nami said in a mock whisper as she blocked her mouth’s view from Himiko with her hand.

 “You say that like you’re not also adopted.” Himiko says exasperated causing both men and Nami to laugh.

 “So, is it just the two of you living in the city?” Shanks asked.

 “Yeah, we moved here for a fresh start after our mom passed away a few years ago.” Nami answered.

 “We actually have a third sister, Nojiko, she’s the oldest out of the three of us. She decided to stay home in Florida. She co-owns and runs a tangerine grove.” Himiko adds on.

 “I didn’t realize that you were from the south.” Mihawk said tilting his head.

 “Oh, I’m not I was born in the northeast. My dad and I moved around a lot while I was growing up. We just happened to be in Florida when he passed away and Bellemere, Nami’s mom, took me in.” Himiko filled in.

 “I’m sorry to hear you had so many losses so close together.” Shanks said sympathetically.

 “I appreciate that, but we’re alright; it’s not like we had to go through it alone.” Himiko responded.

 “Yeah, we always had each other.” Nami nodded, bumping shoulders with Himiko as they shared a smile.

 “Now that we’ve met is there anything in particular you would like to know about us?” Mihawk asked looking down at Nami.

 “Not really, I mostly came here as a vibe check, and you both seem fine. I was really more making sure you two weren’t psycho murderers.” Nami answered honestly, before turning to Himiko. “Even though you don’t really need it, you have my blessing.”

 “Thanks Nom.” Himiko said

 “Anytime Ko,” Nami said before looking down at her phone, “I should head to work. It was nice meeting both of you.” Nami nodded at the two men before heading off.

 “No pressure, but have you made your decision yet?” Shanks asks turning his attention back to Himiko. She bit her lip and nodded.

 “Yes, I’m in.” She answered.

 “That’s great!” Shanks said with a smile, Mihawk nodded in agreement.

 “When would you be able to start?” Mihawk asked.

 “It’ll take two weeks for my schedule to change at work. After that I would be able to do this part time until the semester ends.”

 “Alright, I guess we’ll plan to start on the 3rd of December?” Shanks asked.

 “That sounds right,” Himiko nodded, “I should be able to see you in between that time depending on my schedule.”

 “Alright, I’m glad we were able to work this out,” Mihawk starts glancing down at his watch, “I should head back to work.” He said before pecking Shanks on the lip and nodding at Himiko with a small smile. He turned and headed back to the side door he came out of.

 “Can I walk you back to the subway?” Shanks asked smiling down at Himiko.

 “Sure,” she said returning the smile. Their hands brushed every few steps as they made their way back to the street.

MASTER LIST

#slow burn #modern au #sugar daddy au #surgeon mihawk #dilf mihawk #dracule mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk #dilf shanks #red haired shanks x reader #red haired shanks #red haired shanks x dracule mihawk #bisexual reader #red haired shanks x dracule mihawk x reader #cross posted on ao3 #mishanks x reader

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Hey bestie, glad to see requests are open again! Could I have some general cute headcanons of slender, offender, and splendor? I really hope this doesn't break any rules, I did read them beforehand

Love you! <3

-bg anon 🌸

Just tried to do a small cute thing for each of them, hope you enjoy ^^

Slender:

Talks to baby animals. He spends quite a bit of time outside in his garden, walking around, checking on the plants, and making sure everything is healthy and clean and as it should be. However, sometimes he stumbles upon little baby animals scampering through the grounds, and he'll always coo and get down and speak to them in such a calm, hushed, kind voice, and if you call him out on it he doesn't even get embarrassed. He just tells you they deserve that kindness and respect too, and then he lets them scamper off into the distance. You can probably catch him doing it fairly often, and it's incredibly endearing to catch him in the act. I would suggest going with him just to catch him speaking so adorably to the little baby animals, and he'll even tell you about them and explain what they are if you aren't familiar with Underworld wildlife. 

Splendor:

Always orders your flavor preference over his own. Splendor does like a variety of sweets and dessert flavors, but when he's with you or someone else he will always order their preference instead of his own, because he knows how happy something like that can make someone, and he gets more joy at seeing someone else get incredibly happy. Even if he doesn't particularly like your favorite cake or pie or any other kind of sweet it might be, he'll always order the flavor that you like most. Seeing you get so excited, seeing you be so happy to have something you love so much, it just brings him so much joy and he can't help but relish in how absolutely adorable you are. He can handle eating something he isn't partial to so long as he gets to see you have that big, beautiful smile spread across your face. Besides, he can always come back another time and get the flavor he really wants. In the end, you're what matters most to him.

Offender:

He gets really excited about ties. I mean, REALLY excited about them. There are so many different varieties and patterns and styles of ties in the world, and he tries to collect them all. It's gotten to the point that even his brothers tease him and get him new ties whenever they go out, giving them to him as gifts. He probably has a whole wall just for all the ties he has, varieties of colors and patterns that he's gotten in all three of the worlds over the years, and he makes sure to wear every single tie at least once. If you ever end up getting him a tie he'll get so incredibly excited and giddy about it, and he'll make sure to wear it on your next date night with him. He has to admit, that the ones that you give him are the ones that he favors the most, and he ends up getting a lot of usage out of them. He has a different tie for quite literally every occasion, and it's rare to see him wear the same one within the month, always mixing it up and trying something different.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #slenderman #slenderman headcanon #slenderman headcanons #slenderman x reader #offenderman #offenderman headcanons #offenderman x reader #offenderman headcanon #splendorman #splendorman headcanons #splendorman x reader #splendorman headcanon

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stranger things ● summer of 86 pt 3 ● e.munson

warnings

blatant disregard for season 1 through 4 canon. Forget what you think you know because it doesn't exist here. mentions of bullying / confrontations and small town gossip. mentions of alcohol/smoking and other vices. eventual filth. eventual overload of PDA, holy shit. barb and robin are gay and we're all here for it, alright? + the internalized angst and fears that go along with being gay in the 80's. small town and their crappy mindsets and the way everyone talks and judges everyone. gifted kid burnout / hints of reader having had recent struggles with her own future.

reader/you are female. you/reader are also the oldest Byers, putting you at 21. you/reader are also very confident in yourself despite a past track record of clearly not being that. you/reader have female parts / a certain personality and appearance aesthetic you enjoy now. listen, i left this as vague as possible but know this is me being a self indulgent little shit, so... if less than vague readers aren't your thing, friend..

word count

2640 exactly. If you need context for this, you can find ( part 3 ) here.

(( I am.. fully in the grips of all my bullshit. ))

summary

it's the summer of 86. eddie's just trying to figure his way through his 'adult' life and all the freedom that goes along with. you're back in hawkins for the first time since at least 84, on the heels of a bad breakup and your spur of the moment to drop out of college in your second year. they say people meet each other when they're most needed, right?

taglist + shoutouts

-- taglist is ( here ) if you want to be added, please click or let me know to add you. if you signed on to this for gareth/steve other character content and you don't wanna be tagged in Eddie things, also let me know.

@eddiemunsonspantschain i had to tag you in this. i had to, okay? it's our guy. Feel free to ignore, babes!

@tbmunson babe.. bestie.. babessss.. this is all you because you didn't talk me out of starting this one. I hope you know you're my inspiration and i looove youuuu.

@allelitesmut your tags mean the world to me omfg. you have no idea how good you make me feel. i'm glad you like my writing and I hope you like this too.

@caravelofthesun

@chaoticcancer

@dylanwritesgood

@just-a-blue-nerd

@slyisbehindyou

other links

masterlist ● eddie's masterlist ● about + rules

And I just want to make love to you

Feel your body heat 

Eddie hears Gareth’s drums hit the concrete floor and brown eyes pop open. Glaring. Gareth’s snickering, doubled over and laughing so goddamn hard he’s  totally red in the face. “The fuck is so funny, Emerson?”

“Why the hell are we playing this shit?”

Eddie’s mouth opens and closes and he scowls when words won’t come. Truth is, he heard you humming along to this song as you roamed the aisles in the gas station when he bumped into you earlier in town.

And he wants to impress you even though he knows him and you are a dream concept and it’ll never actually happen.But the overwhelming urge to impress you somehow is there and he’s being tortured fully by it, so.. He’s learning the song of a band he doesn’t particularly care about one way or another.

And he’s trying real hard not to make a music video in his head starring you and featuring the more suggestive lyrics in the song.

“Fuck off, Emerson.” he grumbles at last. “Can you keep it in time today? Maybe?”

Gareth laughs even harder and Gareth doesn’t think that’s possible because he was almost wheezing not even three seconds before. “This has nothing at all t’ do with the bartender..”

“Fuck you.” Eddie flips him off as he digs out a partially crushed soft pack of Camels and presses one between his lips to light. “Fuck you, man.” and he’s laughing because the whole thing in itself is hilarious to him. Because he’s making himself embrace and be okay with the fact that guys like him never get the girl.

Because why would it be any different this time?

“I gotta get going. Work, dudes. We’ll pick this up later, right?” Eddie asks his friends as he pockets his keys and begins to unplug his guitar and the amp he bought himself at the end of May. Gareth nods and Ethan gives him a thumbs up, grinning. Jeff speaks up casually.. “Later, man.. Maybe while you’re out and about, you could stop in that store your little bartender works in and actually talk to her instead of staring at her every time she bends down or over, dude? Just a thought.”

“I was not staring. I was appreciating a piece of art, Jeff.”

–

“Gonna go hide in the bathroom and cry now, Jane? Go ahead. Go cry. Loser.”

Jane’s fists clench at her sides. Max tenses up and she nudges Jane. “Say the word and I’ll punch her in the throat.”

Jane shakes her head. “If we ignore her, she’ll leave.”

“She hasn’t actually done that yet, Jane, c’mon. I need to punch her in the throat.” Max mumbles back.

Jane’s eyes dart around the crowded roller rink.

You’re standing over by the barricade with Robin, Nancy and Barb. The four of you are passing a soda around.

The last time Jane mentioned the situation with Angela, you made her swear she’d tell you the second something else happened. And you’re her sister now. She doesn’t want to break that promise. She also doesn’t want to look weak and pathetic or become known as the tattletale because according to her friends and her brother Will, that’s not a good thing.

Max follows Jane’s gaze and spots you. She grabs Jane’s hand and she’s practically dragging her across the wood floor as one of the people working the skate counter calls out to the two to get their street shoes off the skate floor. Max raises her middle finger and yelps out over Van Halen, “Calm your tits, idiot. We’ll put the damn skates on soon.”

You’ve just taken a sip of the extra large cherry Coke you’re sharing with Barb, Robin and Nancy as your eyes dart around the skate floor. 

You spot Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagan sitting at a table on the outside of the barricade and you laugh. “They look so miserable.” you shake your head as you say it and Nancy takes the drink from you, raising the straw to her own lips. “They are. They fight non-stop. Or that’s what Steve was telling me, Jonathan, Barb and Robin the last time we did movie night. They’re not sleeping at all because a toddler and a five month old are apparently not a fun combination to have. Tommy  didn’t get some promotion at that new car dealership so they were fighting about that too.. It’s awful, I feel bad for them..”

You cringe. Shrug mildly. “I mean, to be fair, they’re both selfish and childish, how’d they think having kids together was going to work… I said what I said. They weren’t adult enough to play house. I feel bad for those poor kids because their whole little story reminds me of a case I got to sit in on before I dropped pre law… It sucks when the kids suffer their parents obvious stupidity. It really sucks..” and you take the drink back from Nancy, taking another sip. You spot Carol and Tommy looking your way and when it gets to a point where it’s not only obvious but annoying, you give them a sarcastic little wave before turning your attention back to your friends.

“When is Steve gonna let me meet his future ex wife anyway?” you’re only half joking. Truth is, between what your brother and Nance have told you and what Barb and Robin have also told you, you’re kind of worried about the guy. He just doesn’t seem to be in the headspace to be moving in with this new girl he’s been seeing and she’s just.. Immature from what you’ve heard all your friends say.

“He says they’re not serious enough. I’m telling you, she’s a full on airhead.” Robin laughs. “It’s got disaster written all over it and I.. I mean we.” she gives Barb a soft little smile as she says it, “We keep telling him to just hang on, there is someone out there for everybody, even him.. But he’s determined, like.. He wants all these things and he wants them right away.”

“Oh yeah, that’s gonna go horrible for him.” you agree with Barb and Robin. Barb is the one who mentions your most recent relationship. “Why’d you break up with Daniel anyway? You were all about him before Christmas.”

You shrug. Blow at your bangs as they fall into your eyes and sigh. “He’s a douchebag. And get this.. Would you believe he expected me to like.. Give up anything I wanted to do just because we were going to get married? Like… I’m sorry, what? I’m the one out of both of us who even came close to getting that stupid internship before I quit. If anybody’s gonna be the trophy here, man, it ain’t me.”

Barb, Robin and Nancy all share a laugh. “That’s not all though, is it?” Nancy’s staring at you intently. Concerned. Because she’s overheard some of the messages that Daniel’s left on your mom’s machine begging you to at least think about coming back. He claims to love you, he claims that he’ll do whatever it takes to fix things. And you were always such a hopeless romantic, you were always the kind of girl who would try and try and try to make things work until you just couldn’t make it work a minute longer.

“Nope.”

“There’s more?” Barb’s cringing. Robin’s gaping a little. “He didn’t like.. Hit you or anything? Right?”

You laugh and shake your head. “If he’d been brave enough to try he would not have liked the way it ended for him, I promise you that. Nope, if he’d laid a hand on me this would’ve been over way before I finally ended things.” you go  quiet. “I caught him throwing away my pills, man. And I found out he was screwing the secretary at his father’s firm? In our apartment?” you cringe a little. “I burned the sheets, took everything that I actually gave a shit about and left him in the middle of the night while he was out of town with his family. He’s called my moms house a million times since he got home on Monday.”

“He did what now?” Nancy nearly chokes on the sip she’s just taken and she’s looking at you with stunned eyes. “He threw away your pills?”

“Yeah. And he kept hinting at rushing the wedding. Having kids. Like… I want those things, I really do.  You guys know this..” you rub your forehead. “This just felt all wrong, man. From the word go, I shouldn’t have gotten in that deep with him.”

“That’s crazy.”

“It’s entrapment, that’s what it is.” Nancy’s passing the soda to Barb and you feel a tap to your shoulder. You turn to find yourself face to face with your younger step sister Jane and her best friend Max Mayfield.

Jane is shaking her head, Max is trying to coax Jane into talking.

“What’s wrong, J? C’mon, talk to me.”

“Angela.”

Your eyes flit around the crowded skate floor and settle on the bottle blonde baby sister to Carol Perkins. The one that’s been making your sweet little stepsister cry and hide in the bathroom at lunch some days since at least Christmas.

Because she has a crush on Mike and Mike rejected her.

“Oh. Right.” you remember what you made her promise. And you rub your forehead. Your eyes darting around again just in time to see Carol huddled with her little sister and all her little sister’s snotty little friends and they’re all staring right over at the way you and your little group are gathered on your end of the open rink.

Carol’s visibly shocked when she realizes who you actually are. And when you hear Angela and her stupid little friends laughing it slams you all the way back to middle school.

Nancy sees your jaw tighten. “Hey, whoa.”

“This is not a good idea, __.”

“Sit down. Calm down.”

“Guys, this is not happening to her too, alright? It’s just not. It ends now.” you’re determined as you slip an arm around your stepsister and her best friend Max and the three of you make your way over to the other group of girls.

“Shit.”

“We better get over there, Nance. Remember second, sixth and ninth grade when she got it in her head that she was going to make Carol stop bullying us?”

You clear your throat and Carol looks up from lacing the skate shoes of a little girl with gapped front teeth and a heavily freckled face. Practically Tommy Hagan’s mini.

“Oh hey, ___.”

“We have a serious problem, Carol.” you’re calm when you say it. She’s got a brow raised. “Oh? You think so?”

“I know so. Stop playing dumb. You know what your sister’s doing to mine. You’re probably encouraging it for all I know.” you step closer to Carol as she stands to full height. But the heels on your boots and your teased hair make you just a little taller. You smirk down at her. “Your sister is going to apologize to mine and she’s going to do it right now, Carol.”

“And if she doesn’t?” Carol laughs. Shakes her head at your obvious audacity. You clench your fist. You smirk and it’s calm and cold. You’re not showing an ounce of the fear you did every  single other time you tried to stand up to her for yourself in the past this time and Carol doesn’t know what to do with that.

“Oh she’s going to. One way or another.”

“Wait a second.” Carol laughs. “Is this you threatening me?”

You step even closer. Laugh and shake your head. “Oh it’s not a threat. It’s a promise.”

Angela skates up.

“Apologize to Jane.” Carol tells her sister and it’s so dismissive that instantly, it rubs you all sorts of wrong.

“Sincerely, Angela. If you pull one of those fake ones, I’ll know.. And maybe I’ll help my sister and her friends find clever little ways to make your tenth grade life a living hell.” your hand settles on your hip as you glare at the blonde.

“She won’t do anything, Angela. Just apologize. Because unlike ___ and her sister Jane, we were raised with class.”

As soon as Barb and Nancy hear that and see you going for the huge leopard print hoop in your ear, Nancy steps up. So does Barb and so does Robin. All four of you have your arms folded. Carol gulps as her eyes flit from one of you to the other. “You wanna say anything else, Carol?”

“Everybody knows it, __. You’re trash. Going away to college didn’t change it magically.”

“Really? That’s all you got?” you tsk at her and shake your head laughing. “She’s really losing her touch, I guess.” you say it and share a laugh with your best friends. The laughter dies and you tap your wrist. “Times ticking, kid.. Apologize now. Sincerely.”

“I’m sorry, Jane.”

“It’s..” Jane goes to tell her that it’s okay, a reflex you also used to have, but you elbow her gently and shake your head. “Do not tell her it’s okay. It’s not okay. She doesn’t get to treat you like crap.”

Jane nods. Max smirks at you and nods in agreement and she stands taller. “And the next time she even looks at either of you, you have my permission to give her whatever you think she deserves.”

“But Hopper..” Jane starts to point out that Hopper’s always told her not to fight.

“But Hopper will be fine with it. I’ll take the blame, alright?” you reassure her. Jane nods and takes a shaky breath. 

“Apologize again, Angela.” you turn your gaze back to the blonde teen. “Now. With a little more conviction this time because I’m not sure you meant it.”

“I said I was sorry!”

“And you’re going to say it again.. I mean unless you just want me to make sure Chief Hopper knows what a bullying little brat you really are.” you threaten. Carol’s jaw clenches and she glares at you. “Is this really necessary?”

“It’s more than necessary, Carol.” Nancy asserts, giving her a calm smirk. “I mean.. Unless you want every single thing I know about your personal life to magically make the gossip pages in my newspaper?”

Barb and Robin grin and both high five Nancy.

You laugh. “What’s she know, Carol?” and when Carol tenses again, you shrug. “It’s just a question.”

“That’s none of your business. Or hers. If Tommy doesn’t stop telling Steve everything!” Carol’s loud when she says it and several parents watching their kids skate are all looking at her. The four of you burst into laughter.

“C’mon girls. We’ve tortured her enough tonight. It’s actually gotten boring. Let’s go, Max. C’mon Jane.” you call out as you start to walk away with your friends, “There’s a really killer sale on swimsuits down at JCPenney. And I think we could all use a little stop at the makeup counter, maybe?”

“Your stepsister is awesome.” Max laughs and Jane smiles, nodding in agreement as the two of them shove through a crowd to catch up to you and your friends.

And as you walk past the record store, Eddie Munson chuckles to himself and shakes his head. “Give ‘em hell, sweetheart.” he mumbles, having heard the entire confrontation.

Watching you defend your little sister and her best friend has done nothing but made his crush on you get even worse somehow.

But he doesn’t really mind.

Maybe you’re not like everyone else in Hawkins. And friends are always good to have, even if he knows in his heart of hearts that he wants so much more than that.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fanfictions #<- my writing ● eddie munson #<-warnings | idiots in love heavy flirting and PDA eventual filth ● mentions of bullying ● alcohol smoking other things ● see above #<- warning | female reader ● Byers!sibling female parts specific hair/clothing/personality + petnames and nicknames. #fandom ( stranger things ) ● season ( post 4 total au ) ● character ( eddie munson ) #-- i had to do this one when the idea came. had to omg.