#sorry anon . i love the bob scene.

[sciderman]

I feel like Karan Soni just should've been a Francis henchman Wade would kidnap, call him Bob and make him tell Wade everything about Francis, his plans and operations, he even could drive him around. It wouldn't be perfect but imo it'd be better than the disrespect Bob got in Deadpool 1.

i think the bob scene in deadpool 1 is hilarious and also do not know why you think bob is deserving of any kind of respect

#we’ve never respected bob in this house and never will #sci speaks #sorry anon . i love the bob scene. #you’re wrong about this. disagree wholeheartedly. #I think honestly it would be more disrespectful to have bob and it not actually be bob. #bad take anon. #also I do think bob has to be white. I think it’s important that he is. #don’t make me elaborate. but he is nazi coded after all. #I know they didn’t use hydra in deadpool movie. and that is good. #think this is honest to god the best way to go about adapting bob without hydra. #if karan soni were bob it would be a very. very weird flex. #BOB IS NAZI CODED. I don’t trust those of you who are electing to ignore that. #it is the whole reason why it is okay to disrespect him. he is literally there to be disrespected.

[commander-rahrah]

Here's my idea that I would love to hear your opinion! Just to let you know this is quite self-indulgent XD What if GN!Reader knew that he was trying to use them from the start? They knew because they're quite familiar with people only talking to them because it's either because they can do something for them or they have something they need! They would still help him since they believe it's something he shouldn't need to go so far to have it. What do you think of it? I'm curious :3

UMMM YESSSS ANON YES! This is definitely something I have considered as well!! Tav isn't a naïve little target like Astarion is used too!

I imagine that Tav/Reader would probably admit to knowing about his plan not long after his own confession scene from Moonrise Towers in Act II. I think it would go something like this ♡♡

P.S.: I absolutely LOVED doing this, and my inbox is literally always open for stuff like this friends! :) It may just take me a hot second to reply!

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“I still can’t wrap my head around this,” Astarion’s voice was a hushed whisper in your ear, the two of you laying next to each other in his tent. You were close, but not touching — you were affording him space, allowing him to make the first move to initiate any kind of touch.

The intimate setting of laying across from each other in his tent was more than you had even expected. The candle stumps sat carefully around you basked everything in a gorgeous, orange glow.

“What do you mean?” You asked gently, your eyebrows furrowed.

“I’d imagine confessing to you in more ways than one… and never once did I imagine it would end like this.” He motioned to the two of you, running a finger tip across your knuckles before withdrawing. His voice was thick with emotion.

A soft chuckle escaped you, “What you thought I’d stake you?”

“Well… yes!” He said exasperatedly, before letting out a breathy laugh himself. Then he shook his head, turning serious, “I was manipulating you. Plotting against my master, with you as my shield.”

Your mouth twitched as you admitted, “I knew.”

“No, I don’t think you understand—“

You interrupted him, your face earnest, “No, Astarion. I do. I knew.”

Realization set deep in his features, his mouth hanging open just enough you could see his fangs, “How long had you known?”

You gave him a half smile, “Since the night you invited me to the woods.”

Your first night together.

“I— that was ages ago!" He sat up abruptly, his red eyes wide, "Why didn’t you say anything? Or better yet— gut me?!"

You sat up slowly, resting on your knees. “People have been using me for my entire life, Astarion. I know what they see when they meet me — a pretty face and nice clothes. Someone who is too friendly, too eager. People have been knocking on my door to ask for gold or sex or an invitation, anything they can get from me… as long as I can remember. Long before I met you."

Astarion was well aware of the mask you could so easily slip on when interacting with others. He hated it when you wore it. But now he understood you had been donning it to protect yourself, as much as he it did for himself too. But he still wanted to stalk and haunt every person who ever made you feel like you were a thing to be used, a means to some end.

Including himself.

Your voice snapped him back to the present, your voice hesitant, "But I had seen through your flirtations for a while now. It’s a force of habit for you, isn’t it?"

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, "Yes, it is."

Your expression crumbled, "I may have realized you were using me, but I didn’t realize how sex made you feel. I’m sorry I didn’t realize, I shouldn’t have indulged in that way."

The vampire waved off your apology, but curiosity got the best of him. "Why did you ‘indulge’? If you knew I was using you… if you knew that I'm... this."

You took a deep breath, before looking him in the eye. “Because I also recognized that what you were doing was a routine, a defense mechanism that you had been doing for longer than I’ve been alive. Because you were manipulated and used for your whole life too, weren’t you?"

Tears formed in the bottom of his eyes as he listened to you, but he willed them to stay back. His red eyes blinked furiously as he listened to you, his fingers intertwining together on his lap.

He wished you would hold them.

"You aren’t like your master, Astarion. And you aren’t what he made you to be either. You are a survivor. And when you were thrown off that nautiloid ship and found yourself in this merry party of misfits, you did just that — survive.

So… I let myself play mouse and get stuck in your trap. Just as I turned a blind eye to Wyll's sending stone. Or didn't ask Gale to explain what in the heavens he was doing with the amulet we had found. Because I trusted you, even back then. Cared for you far more then I should admit. But I knew you needed time."

His bottom lip trembled as you continued your own confession. He let his tears slip free as he saw your own break free. They stuck to your lashes and dripped down your flushed, freckled cheeks. Gods, even crying you were beautiful.

"But I regret that I laid with you — if I had known it caused you such pain I wouldn’t have done that. I knew that sex was apart of your repertoire, but I didn’t realize the anguish it caused you." Your face was pained as you admitted that, he could feel the self-loathing radiating off of you.

“It wasn’t all bad — those times with you were some of the most unexpected moments of bliss I’ve had in centuries." Astarion confessed as he grabbed your fingers and held them tightly. "But it still feels tainted, marred from my past with Cazador..."

“I know." You squeezed his fingers back, another silent understanding. "And we do not need to do such things until you are ready, Astarion. I mean it.”

He nodded, keeping his head down as he stared at the blankets you both sat on — willing himself to get his emotions under control.

You tucked your head to look up at his tilted face, "May I?" You asked softly, your hand hovering between you.

He swallowed as he nodded. You reached out slowly with your hand, before your thumb gently swept under his eyes and down the sides of his face, wiping away the tears that lingered on his pale skin. A sigh of contentment left him at your soft, simple touch. No one had ever touched him like that before.

He caught your hand as you went to withdraw it, your hands intertwined with his between you as you kneeled in front of each other.

Astarion was afraid to ask the next question on the tip of his tongue. But curiosity got the best of him. “So if you knew about my plan this whole time… when did you realize you— you’d fallen for me?”

Your entire face brightened as he asked, your eyes shining as you spoke, “Oh, from the moment you held a knife to my throat and barred your teeth.”

His heart soared, climbing up his throat as he almost choked from the happiness spreading through him.

“You masochist.” He laughed, grabbing onto the sides of your face.

“A romantic fool," You murmured as he placed his lips softly onto yours.

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[tosuckmyweenis]

Just wanted to share a thought but infinite darkness older Leon is 100% the kind of man to buy his girl those vibrating panties as a “romantic” gift and also take full advantage of the fact that he has the remote for it and abuse his power

That is all

Anytime!! Anywhere!!! Absolutely!!

I tried to write a full fic, but I had a few ideas and couldn't decide; the worms aren't worming yet, so enjoy these bits and bobs for now Anon 💕

It's in a slightly weird formatting, but I hope it doesn't bother too much. I'm kind of on the fence about these because i read them over too much but fuck it we ball.

In public while doing mundane tasks?!

The only day Leon is home is, of course, the day you chose to get all your errands done; he only tags along once he convinces you that today would be the perfect day to test out that little gift he got you, wagging the remote in one hand and the black lace in the other. After all, he sounded so convincing, and with that smirk plastered on his perfect face, you weren't going to say no.

Starting off with just the lowest setting on the way to the first store with the reassurance that he'd be on his best behaviour.

Staying close behind you, staring shamelessly at your ass while you're pushing the cart in some grocery store, making your way through the isles trying to grab the box of cereal you needed off the top shelf, he refuses to help.

Waiting until you're on your tippy toes before cranking the power up to max. He loves how your body jerks in shock at the sudden intensity and clamping your hand over your mouth and the inside of your cheek to stop a moan from slipping out. Then, he takes the opportunity to press himself against you to grab the item before leaning down and whispering into your ear. 

"Careful, Sweetheart, You wouldn't want to cause a scene, would you?" Finally lowering it once he tosses the box in the cart, continuing to do the same thing for every item you reach for over and over, never letting you cum though

"Why should I risk letting other people see your pretty face? It's meant for my eyes alone. Although, you'd probably like that, wouldn't you?"

Finally, getting everything you need and checking out, loading everything into the back of the jeep. 

He'd just hand you a bag, and when you bend over to put it away, smack your ass, and when you turn to yell at him, he's just leaning on the side, holding the remote and turning it up with a shit-eating grin. 

"Leon, please," shamelessly begging him at this point, your legs finally giving out.

"Sorry, what was that? Please, what?" 

"Please let me cum, s'too much; I need to" 

"Since you asked so nicely, I'll give you what you want." 

Deciding to go early in the morning before rush hour was the smartest decision you made that day.

At home while you do chores?!

Doing chores was at the bottom of your list of things you wanted to do today, but things needed to get done, and you refused to ask Leon for help; the poor man works enough as it is and deserves to relax a little.

You were grumbling about it until he brought up a little positive reinforcement, which is how you ended up with a death grip on the edge of the kitchen sink.

You lost count of just how many times you came so far, panting like you just ran a mile, legs trembling, barely able to hold weight anymore.

Staring at the back of his head while watching a movie, his arm lazily tossed over the back of the couch, his thumb mindlessly moving the controls around in no particular rhythm, periodically stopping to give you a break before resuming.

"I don't hear any dishes being washed."

Rinse and repeat until you're just a crying, overstimulated mess.

#leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #slight mean leon #anon asks #TSMW #leon x y/n #leon x reader

[fhrlclln]

What about older mechanic eddie being invited over for dinner as a Thank you for helping your dad fix his car. The whole time he's eye fucking you and making little innuendos about you. You hope they are about you but you don't wanna get your hopes up since he's older and has barely spoken to you. This is obviously before they hook up. But like thought of reader pinning for him and thinking it's one sided. Her never ever telling him bc even though she likes him he kinda intimates her too.

older! mechanic! eddie x fem! reader

you have blessed me with dirty thoughts anon, and i love you for it. 😫 also, sorry for the wait !! had a conflict the past few days with my schedules.

here’s pt. 1 that’s connected to this imagine!!

suggestive themes under the cut

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“the car’s been fixed, honey?” you heard your mom from the kitchen ask your dad who’s just arrived from the mechanic shop along with the following of other footsteps by the front door. you guessed it was a problem with the engine or something, you didn’t really care. absently watching the tv as your ears picked up your dad’s reply.

“yeah. munson did a great job on this one. and he charged cheaper than that one shop up downtown.” your dad’s cheery voice caught your attention with the familiar name. you tried not to think of him as you continued your attention to the shit being blasted in the tv.

“that’s great, honey! he’s such a sweet man.”

“he is. i’ve invited him for dinner, darling. as a thank you.” your dad smiled as your eagerness turned to the max.

“oh, he’s here?” your eyes widened as the footsteps from the front door came in. you could distinctly smell of his cigarettes as your cheeks turned warm.

“munson! you can come in now, don’t be shy. my wife’s smitten with ‘ya.” your dad laughed as your mother chuckled, you remained silent seeing as mr. munson came in with a huge smile on his face. greeting your mother with a kiss on her cheek, your father patting his back. god, did he look good. in a leather jacket with jeans on, a tight shirt underneath it and his familiar stubbed jaw in view. as much as he looked intimidating, you knew your mother was hesitant about your next door neighbor, he looked very— metal, as what you can describe. your dad, however, didn’t care, he was open to him the moment he knew mr. munson owned a mechanic shop. let’s just say that they got along talking about cars. typical.

you’ve seen mr. munson from time to time. well—usually, you knew him from the moment he had just sat on his porch. you could remember that day very clearly. he had move in his trailer five months ago, you were a curious gal, you had heard from your dad that there’s a new neighbor that just moved next in. you would usually dismiss that, not wanting to be inclined with anyone, let alone another old grumpy neighbor you’ve reckoned from the start.

well, no.

he sat there, smoking, a cigarette on his pink lips. beard freshly shaved, still a stubble but so very hot. almost like that movie moment wherein this slowmo scene starts, the main character’s eyes would widen and slowly utter the word ‘wow’ in slow motion. you were almost like that except that was in your stupid mind. he looked good, so good with his knees spread apart while he sat on the chair in his porch. looking serious and calm. puffing away with his tank top on and work overalls tied to his waist. sweat glistens on his biceps, and god those tattoos. finger-cladded rings held the tiny cigar as he blew a smoke out, gulping afterwards as his adam’s apple bobbed deliciously.

and you wondered what he’d be like when fucking. is he rough? demanding? gentle? experienced in tongue and fingers due to his matureness and probably his previous relationships? it’s shameful to presume he’s a sex god, and you did wondered what size of his cock was underneath those dirty and grease stained overalls. you didn’t know but he looked like a guy who would capture anyone’s gaze. certainly he had catch your innocent ones. would he corrupt you perhaps? call you his girl? make you his?

you would’ve bended your knees for him right now if he wasn’t a stranger. well, that didn’t matter anyway you’d still suck him off. slut yourself out for a man you barely knew. a man who probably doesn’t go for girls like you. he certainly looked like he was a rocker, metal kind of guy. he’d go for women like pamela anderson or michelle fucking pfeiffer. bombshell girls! you were none of that. you’re just his neighbor. and as intimidating as he is to talk to— which you never did, you’ve never denied you have a massive crush on him, you thought it would go away after a month. but no, surprisingly. he just has that charm. and you couldn’t understand why. you’d just wallow this stupid feelings up knowing the thoughts in your mind will never happen.

“it’s nice to meet you, mrs. y/l/n.” mr. munson smiled as your mother let out a giggle. his voice was 100% better hearing in person. you could dream about this later.

“gods, if i knew my husband would be bringing you here for dinner. i would’ve cooked something more for the occasion!”

“there’s no need for that! i’m flattered, mrs. y/l/n. i already heard from your husband you’re a great cook. been dying to taste your dishes.”

“you’ll love it, munson!” your dad roared, kissing your mom’s cheek as she chuckled.

“you’re very charming, mr. munson.” your mother blushed as you rolled your eyes. even though he looked intimidating, at least he was very attractive. the conversation lasted as you didn’t want to pry at them. only it to be broken once your name was called. fuck.

“oh, and my daughter, y/n. i’m sure you’ve seen her.” your dad added as he immediately eyed you from the couch to greet the guest. you stood up, a little nervous as you shyly walked over to them, mustering out a small hello to the man. he seemed to find you cute as his grin widened.

“yes. i’ve seen her. pretty girl.” his voice lowered, as you met his eyes for a moment. pretty!? your cheeks went warm seeing his gaze stay on you as your dad roared out stories of you to him. he absently licked his lips, you swore you could’ve died right there and now. he just looks so hot. you averted his gaze, shameful already thinking about a man who’s a decade older than you. very shameful indeed.

and he called you pretty. you’d hope it was just not for kindness but to be true. you didn’t want to be that desperate knowing if it was true.

“y/n, honey, why don’t you set the table? and get a beer for your dad and mr. munson.” your mother requested as you obediently nodded. the evening transpired as the dinner table was loud as ever, your dad roaring fatherly laugh joining in as mr. munson seemed to charm him of his stories and jokes. you quietly ate your food, glancing at him from time to time to admire him. get a nice closer look at your girly crush.

he was seated next to your mom, your dad was seated always on the end of the table. you were seated in front of mr. munson, next to your dad, getting a nice view of him. he seemed nice, complimenting your mother’s cooking now. and he hasn’t talked to you which was no surprise. the older adults were talking and you’d guessed that he’d be focused on your parents.

“and i tell you this, munson—“ your dad roared as you munched on the peas and meatloaf. kinda boring you couldn’t do anything. the peas were a little sweet to your liking, probably your mother added a little too much sugar when she cooked it in salted butter to balance it out. you let out a quiet sigh, seeing the salt and pepper shaker in the far middle, you were about to move and grab it, yet a large hand came to view and handed it to you with ease. oh god, you’d have to thank him now! he grinned as you accepted it from his hand, blushing a bit seeing him eye you.

your gaze lifted up to meet the man’s eyes as you quietly thanked him in a shy tone. he still looked a bit intimidating to hold eye contact. “t-thank you, mr. munson.”

“no problem, sweets.” he says, winking. you weren’t sure if you felt your lungs being grip out but your heart was surely beating too fast. and under your shorts, you felt damp as ever. god, this man!

throughout the whole dinner, you’d be talking a bit as your dad would tell your childhood stories to his neighbor, who’d look at you from moment wherein you’d be glancing at him. it was embarrassing to think how many times you’ve met his eyes, chocolate brown orbs that would have a glint once you’d notice him staring back at you. your panties felt wetter, the shorts you were wearing were feeling tight. the whole room felt warm and you were slowly breaking in the inside.

“sweetie, grab a cold beer for mr. munson, will ‘ya?” your dad smiled as you nodded. standing up, a little aware of your shorts sticking to your ass. you should’ve changed earlier but that didn’t matter as you rounded to fridge just right behind you.

“you’re not married, munson?” your dad asked.

“no. still single. unfortunately.” he chuckled.

“oh, heaven’s why? you’re too handsome to be without someone, isn’t that right, honey?” your mom quipped as you opened the refrigerator, sighing at the gust of cool air brushing against your skin as you bended down to grab the beer in the far corner.

“well, i haven’t really settled in with someone yet. nothing really clicked back then.” his eyes stared at your ass, you grabbed the beer with a snicker seeing it in the far corner. unaware of the set of dangerous pairs of eyes staring at you with heat. your parents asked why as he replied, feeling his jeans tighten underneath the table,

his voice lowered as he gripped his fork tighter. “just waiting for the right one, i guess.” he replied, gulping seeing you stand up now. your ass still deliciously being hugged by those goddamn shorts. your parents unaware of their own neighbor eyefucking their daughter’s ass. you sat back down, giving him the beer as he gratefully grasped it, fingers brushing against yours. you looked at him seeing his gaze become somewhat hungry as you shied away. his touch sparking something inside your belly.

“thank you, sweetheart.” he grinned, you nodded, averting his stare, feeling a little naked in his gaze. that hungry aura to it, you didn’t know if you were overthinking or not but it must be all in your head that he’s being overly flirty without actually flirting.

“obedient is she?” your dad laughed as he patted your back as you smiled awkwardly. “she’s always been a good girl to us. helping us out even if she’s busy in college right now.”

“really? a good girl? haven’t broke rules yet, sweets?” he joked as your parents chuckled. you shook your head embarrassed as mr. munson licked his lips.

“nope. n-not yet.” you replied, still a little shy. even though it was a partial lie. you’ve rebelled only once and that was with a boy back in prom. usual teenage horniness. your parents didn’t know shit about that.

“keep it that away, sweetheart. you never know when you’ll be tempted to break some.” he added, smirking seeing you blush furiously knowing the meaning. your parents agreed to it as he never tore his gaze from you. intent to make you feel hot in your spot. it was so cute to see you squirm in his eyes, now he’s wondering if you’ll squirm and wriggle the same once your under him for real next time. your sly glances and stares were not so sly now seeing as he confirmed his suspicions the past weeks. he’s got you in his trap. but for now,

he’ll hold on to your obvious crush on him ‘til you get the courage to ask him for a good fuck that he’ll gladly agree.

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DAMN SEXUAL TENSION!!! 😫

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[seungisms]

recently i have not been able to stop thinking about going down on sub jisung in front of the rest of 3racha. he is shy but still loves the attention. chan and changbin can’t help but touching themselves watching the scene. 3racha has me down bad!!! 🙈

having such severe brainrot rn and i’m blaming you anon !! jisung is all bark and no bite and i can just see him wanting to test your limits, being such an asshole while you were keeping him company in the studio one day - fingers constantly brushing against your plush thighs and pressing his clothed cock against your ass as he ‘cuddles’ you on his lap- and you just get so fed up from his brattiness, not giving him time to realise what was happening before you’re sinking to your knees in front of him, pulling his cock out and taking it into your mouth until he’s practically sobbing out how sorry he was for teasing you. gets so panicked when he hears footsteps near closer to the studio door but makes no effort to push you away, a cute flush taking over his face when he meets the eyes of both chan and changbin standing in the doorway like :o they know they should’ve walked away and acted like nothing happened, should’ve listened to the nagging voice at the back of their heads telling them how wrong it was to get turned on by the sight of you sucking their bandmates cock.

they realise they shouldn’t have closed that door behind them, shouldn’t have sat down on that damn couch and definitely shouldn’t have took their dicks out and fisted it in time with the bobs of your head - desperately wishing they could feel the warm embrace of your mouth engulfing their cocks. but the sight was just too erotic for them to ignore. jisung swears he wants you to stop, begs falling from his lips and tears stinging his eyes from the sheer humiliation of it all but his hips are still bucking up cutely to force himself deeper down your throat, and the others can’t help but chuckle at his reaction, making the poor thing sink further into his chair and hide his tears in his sweater. watching you sloppily suck on your boyfriends dick really gets them going, and it’s chan that makes the first move - tearing you away from jisung before bending you over the studio desk, pressing his bare cock against your clothed pussy and muttering something about how much of a slut you are for getting so turned on from being watched by your boyfriends best friends and you can’t help but whimper at his rough words. you’re just lucky sung doesn’t mind to share <333

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[arcsimper5]

Hi there, may I please request a scenario where Cody gets extremely distracted by an attractive, curvy/thick woman with large breasts, dressed in a beautiful, yellow-gold dress with a DEEP plunging neckline and it's not just her body that's distracting him; it was everything from her lips, her smile, to her eyes, her skin and her hair. His Vods want just want to drink the night away, but he ditches them in favor of getting to know her. They end up chatting/flirting; his attraction for her only grows the more he makes her smile and flirt back. Up to you whether you wanna make it get steamy or not; thank you either way.🌼

Hello my lovely anon!

Thank you for the request, I thought this through quite a bit, and have decided this will be a two-parter :P

Please enjoy part one below. Part two will be coming soon, and there will be spice included ;)

Title: Knowing - Part 1 Pairing: Cody x F!OC (not named, AFAB, very vague description) Warnings: Language, people being a-holes to Clones, minor physical violence.

Cody wasn’t sure he had a type until that night.

Just another shore leave that had rolled around after what felt like an eternity. With Obi-Wan attending the Jedi Council and all the flimsiwork that had been thrown his way done, it was a truly rare occasion when he could meet up with his brothers, his batchmates and friends, and let loose. Just a little.

He was still a Marshall Commander after all, something that was abundantly clear as he entered 79’s still in his armour, sans helmet (though it remained clipped to his belt). The moment he was noticed, the noise dimmed somewhat, though only for a few minutes. 

By the time he’d made it to the bar and ordered a drink, the frivolities were back in full swing, the energy surging through everyone, clones and natborns alike, setting the scene for a night of excess.

And Cody couldn’t deny, he could do with a chance to let loose.

The last few campaigns had been too close for comfort. Too many brothers lost to the fighting, too many odds stacked against them. Every time they went on deployment, it hit him harder; one day, he wasn’t going to return.

There would be no more 79’s, no more shore leave, no more taking risks and breaking rules for the chance of a sliver of happiness.

Mumbling his order to the service droid behind the bar, he was so lost in his maelstrom of thoughts when he finally received his drink that his senses failed him, awareness lost to the self imposed despair running rampant in his mind, and he completely failed to notice the civvy stood behind him until it was too late.

He turned sharply, colliding with the figure, who let out a surprised yelp, the shock sending him reeling backwards for a moment before he found his balance once more.

“I am so sorry,” he began, shaking his head to bring himself back into the moment. The crowd around him and his victim had parted, giggles and gasps barely audible over the music. Taking a deep breath, Cody looked up, meeting the eyes of the stranger he’d just bumped into, ready to apologise once more.

And then his brain stopped working.

Stood in front of him, the smooth, tanned skin of her chest dripping with the cheap beer he’d ordered, was the most beautiful woman Cody had ever laid eyes on.

She was tall, a few inches on him even, though he suspected the glittery heels she was sporting aided that, draped in a figure hugging gold and white dress that accentuated her curves, her body full and thick in a way that made his mouth water.

The dress was sleeveless, the neckline of the delicate material plunging sharply over her cleavage, exposing the swells of her breasts just enough so as not to allow for any accidental slips.

It was her chest that Cody found himself staring at suddenly, watching rivulets of the golden liquid he’d just picked up seeping downwards, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.

“I…” he began, lifting his gaze up to meet a pair of intense, wide eyes, desperately trying to find the words to apologise to this beautiful creature. But any sentiment he might have expressed was cut off suddenly by a shove, the woman pushed to one side by another, shorter and thinner person, another human, though this one had a snarl on her face and narrowed eyes.

“Stupid kriffing clone,” she spat, glaring at Cody as he tried to gather himself. He stumbled a little, his back colliding with the bar, “why don’t you watch where you’re going, huh?”

“Sariah, it was an accident!”

The woman he’d spilt his drink on grabbed the other’s arm, attempting to pull her away. But this Sariah was having none of it.

“Probably did it on purpose,” she snarled, jabbing a finger against Cody’s chestpiece, “they’re all like that. Soak you, follow you to the bathroom and get you alone. Then…”

“Sariah!”

The woman seemed displeased with her friend’s behaviour, grabbing her harder and pulling her away from Cody, her own gaze narrowed.

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Sariah huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, “you can’t trust these meat droids. They only want one thing, other than killing, that is.”

“That’s enough!”

The woman’s shout echoed over the music, an authoritative tone to it that had Cody feeling very warm all of a sudden. The swell of noise in the club dipped once more, as it had done when he arrived, attention turning to the woman.

“I’ve just about had it with all the shit you come out with!” the woman growled at Sariah, who stared at her in disbelief, “I told you before we left, any of this crap from you and we were done. You don’t know what it’s like out there. This was supposed to change your views, to show you how amazing these guys are.”

“I’m not fucking a meat droid,” Sariah sneered, the expression completely wiped from her face as the woman raised one perfectly manicured hand and slapped her across the face, sending her stumbling backwards.

“Don’t fucking call them that!”

SIlence descended over the club as everyone waited for Sariah to react, her own hand coming up to clutch at her face where she’d been hit. She looked equal amounts furious and scared as the woman Cody had bumped into towered over her, her shoulders squared, making her look even bigger than she had before.

“You… Fuck you!” Sariah finally whimpered, tears gathering in her eyes, “Enjoy getting assaulted by these… things. And lose my comm. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” the woman spat, turning her back on Sariah as she moved easily through the crowd, clones and natborns alike parting to make a clear line to the door.

Another moment of silence followed, the doors to 79’s slamming shut seconds before the crowd turned back to the woman, watching and waiting.

Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile to her face, looking around awkwardly.

“Well?” she asked to no-one inparticular, her voice echoing around in the tense silence, “Is this a club or a morgue?”

A cacophony of cheers erupted, the music swinging back into life, bodies moving and bustling and gyrating again in moments. Breathing a sigh of relief, she finally turned back to Cody, meeting his gaze and giving him a weak smile.

“Uh, sorry…” “Sorry…”

They both spoke at the same time, eyes widening for a moment before they both let out a laugh, shaking their heads at each other.

“I’m Cody,” he offered softly, offering her a hand, “and I am sorry for spilling my drink on you.”

“No harm done,” the woman smiled warmly, “nothing that I can’t dry off.” She motioned to the droid behind the bar, a roll of disposable wipes presented to her within moments.

Diligently cleaning her chest, she quickly disposed of the roll and the soiled pieces on the bar, the droid removing them and bringing her a cocktail over, nodding when she murmured something else to it.

“I’m, uh, sorry about your friend, too,” he winced, noting how she didn’t even flinch, simply shrugging.

“Not a loss,” she admitted, “we only met a few weeks ago. She’s my friend’s sister, thought I’d show her around Coruscant, seeing as she’s new here. Couldn’t give a kriff about anyone with views like that.”

Cody’s face warmed as he recalled her anger at them being referred to as ‘meat-droids’. It wasn’t uncommon, but having someone, let alone a natborn defend them? That definitely was.

“I, uh, didn’t catch your name,” Cody smiled awkwardly as she turned back, her cocktail and another beer in hand. His eyes widened a little more as she pressed the beer into his hand, catching him off guard.

“I owed you one,” she winked, “and I didn’t give it.”

“Oh,” he murmured numbly, blinking a few times. Suddenly he didn’t feel like a Marshall Commander. He felt like a shiny, fresh and new, unsure how to navigate this situation, “I… uh…”

“Call me ‘My Lady’,” she purred, leaning forward to practically whisper in his ear, sending a shudder through him, “if you like. We’ll see if you get to earn my name, pretty boy.”

“P-Pretty… What?” he stammered, eliciting a giggle from her plump lips.

Maker, it had gotten hot all of a sudden, his armour feeling too tight all over, particularly underneath his codpiece.

“Want to grab a table?”

It was barely a suggestion as she looped her arm through his, guiding him towards one of the booths in the back. He offered no resistance, trying to get to grips with the situation.

‘Come on, Cody, you’re better than this! She’s gorgeous, she’s kriffing beautiful! Stop making a fool of yourself.’

“I… I’m a Marshall Commander,” he blurted out as they reached the booth, slipping inside the secluded area. It became all the more intimate as she pulled the curtain across, giving them more privacy from the surging movement of the dancefloor.

“That so?” she hummed in amusement, watching as Cody flushed bright red, oblivious to the way he cursed himself internally.

“Uh, yeah. 212th.”

“Oh, General Kenobi,” she nodded sagely, still grinning a little, “good man. Little uptight for my liking, but a fantastic strategist.”

“You… know him?” Cody asked a little too loudly, taken aback. The woman simply nodded, sipping at her cocktail before placing it back onto the table between them.

“I know all of the Jedi. Being a GAR liaison has its advantages.”

Oh kriff. Kriff, kriff, kriff.

A GAR liaison officer, one of the most senior natborn ranks there was. This woman, this stunning, beautiful woman, had to be a Commander at least, his equal, or maybe even higher ranking.

“I… uh…”

“Hey…”

Her voice softened as she leant over the table, reaching to take his hand in hers. He watched, dumbfounded as she stroked her delicate fingers over the back of his gloved hand, cursing the layers that separated him from feeling her skin on his.

“I know what you’re thinking. This isn’t a trick or a trap. Some people in the GAR might not see you as human, but I do. I know the fraternisation rules, and I don’t care. We all need to let loose sometimes.”

Cody, once again, felt far out of his depth, unsure what to say in response, simply staring at her hand as it drew lazy patterns into his glove, this throat bobbing as he swallowed hard again, processing her words.

“If you want me to leave you be, to disappear and forget this ever happened,” she offered slowly, “I can and will. I don’t want you to feel like you have to spend any time with me. But I have to say, Cody…” He shivered at the way she practically purred his name, “I’ve heard quite a bit about you, and would be interested in getting to know you… maybe seeing where it goes from there…”

Looking up at her in amazement, Cody could only nod, slowly turning his hand over and lacing his fingers with hers. He was still nervous, hells, his heart was practically beating out of his chest, but there was something in her gaze that kept him rooted to the spot, a softness to her gaze as she looked him over.

As her lips turned up into a brilliant smile, his heart fluttered.

This was bad… Or was it?

Please comment and reblog! It helps my writing no end and is very appreciated!

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[serene-sun]

𝕸𝖞 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑𝖘 🪽

(Kinktober days 4-6, DOMSUB/OMEGA VERSE)

Pairing: Cardinal copia x cirrus x cumulus

Warnings: shit uhhhhh ALLOT, pussy eating, why am I putting a warning…yiur gonna love it anyways you sluts

A/n: first time writing omegaverse so I'm very sorry if you cringe! Remember that these three days will be discussion over this topic…inbox is open and anon is an option!

“My sweet…innocent angels. You have never upset your Cardinal, ever.” Copia clicked his tongue, his shoe tapping the pink rug. He had his hand on his hip and his eyes looking down on the two girls menacingly.

“But today I am very displeased with the two of you!” He exclaimed as he huffed. His hand gripped the magazine harder, the pages bunching up and almost ripping.

Cirrus and Cumulus were sitting on the floor of their shared room amongst what was left of a successful slumber party. The sisters of sin were already off to bed before Copia angrily knocked on the door and came to confront them.

“What were you thinking? Having such blasphemy?” Copia ranted, “And to be reading it amongst sisters of sin?”

Cirrus had taken it from Aether and mountains room while searching for a certain item. Her eyes lit up when she found it tucked away under mountains pillow, it smelt like both ghouls.

They had so much fun looking at each page with the siblings of sin at their sleepovers until it went missing one minute and then the other copia was there with it in his hand.

“We’re sorry papa.” Cumulus guiltily apologized.

“The truth is…sodo placed it under our pillows and we didn’t know what to do.” Cirrus lied, she knew Sodo was just too good of a target to ignore.

Copia hummed, and he began flipping through the pages. “And how do these images make you feel, girls?” He asked with his rich voice.

Cumulus rubbed her thighs together at the question, “Good.” He breathed out.

Cirrus took a deep breath, that heated feeling in her abdomen made her chest feel cold. She puffed up some, making her breasts more visible, “wet.”

“I see.” Copia examined the ghoulettes with his one white eye, “I suppose, since you told the truth, you deserve a reward.”

The two girls looked at each other before looking back at Copia.

“Both of you, take off your clothes and give me your panties,” Copia instructed firmly as he took off his belt.

Cumulus followed, she took off her lace bra and her silky red panties. She folded them nicely before Copia took them and shoved them into his pocket.

Cirrus discarded her baby doll lingerie before she handed him the black lace panties that joined the other pair.

Copia admired both of their naked forms with a smirk, he took off his pants and button-up before letting his cock bob up at the tension.

Cirrus blushed, she kept her thighs close together to hide the seeping heat.

Cumulus gripped her plush thighs, unable to think straight.

“Let your cardinal see those pink pussys hmm?” He said as he got to his knees in front of the girls.

They shared a lustful glance before both ghoulettes spread their legs wide for him.

“Mm, yes this will do nicely.” He said as he took a gloved hand to slide up both of their wet cunts.

Cumulus whimpered as his middle finger sunk into her tight heat. Then Cirrus shared the same energy as her tight hole was prodded at.

“C-Cardinal.” The girls whined as he added another finger and began thrusting in and out of their wet holes quickly.

His two fingers glazed over their tight squishy walls as they brushed against their cervix. His thumb trailed up to push down on their aching clits. The hood pushed back against their groin at the friction. Their soft trimmed hair smoothed over his soaking-wet gloves.

The man started quickening his pace as he watched their breasts bounce with every push on their body.

Cumulus clenched on his two fingers, hot liquid squirting out of her cunt. It made a beautiful scene as it painted his glove with white glossy female cum.

Cirrus watched in agony, her orgasm washing over her as he fingered her.

The room was almost foggy with hot breath as Copia took off his gloves. He laid them to the side as he grabbed his erection and started grinding it against the ghoulettes cheek.

“Did that magazine make you realize how powerless and small you are?” Copia chimed as his tip pushed against Cumulus’s lips.

The girl nodded, her clit twitching. “I needed someone….some.” She tried to speak before Copia cut her off by shoving his thick girth deep into her wet cavern. “An alpha? Someone to ease those pitiful mating calls?” He answered her.

Cirrus crawled above cumulus and Copia began lapping up the arousal dripping from her cunt.

Both girls shrieked.

Cumulus wrapped her long forked tongue around his base before using it to jerk his cock off in her mouth.

Copias lips wrapped around her clit, and he sucked on it harshly until she was squirming around. He then used his hands to spread her gaping hole, he kissed her opening before thrusting his tongue inside.

Cumulus licked the tip of his cock before she softly gagged as he pushed it deeper down her throat. His tip was a little passed the back of her throat as her mouth was full of his cock. She felt his heavy balls against her chin, and his strong cologne filled her senses as her nose met his bushy hair.

Cirrus bit her lip, and Copia's tongue went back to her clit as it circled the hard bud. His tongue danced with her clit as he used his two fingers to push back her hood.

Her hands buried themselves in his slicked-back hair as her thighs met his cheeks. “I’m so close.” She mumbled.

Cumulus licked up his length again before his tip released his hot sperm down her throat. She struggled to breathe until he leaned back. She sucked on his cock, milking every drop of that much-needed arousal. When Copia pulled out of her mouth, his erection let a few more drops spill onto her soft cheeks.

Cirrus gasped as she felt her second orgasm spasm across her body. Her cum was quickly licked up by Copia as he swallowed it with a smile, “My good girl's pussy, always so delicious.” He grinned, arousal slicking up his mustache and sideburns.

Copia leaned back, grabbed his base, and tapped it against Cumulus’s lips one more time as more droplets of cum coated her pink lips.

“Does your cunt still need more pleasure?” He growled into her ear as he licked up her neck, “Or do you still need a male to mate you?”

Cumulus shook her head, she whimpered at the sound of his voice.

Copia groaned, “My sweet angels, always so good for their master. No magazine can ease that burden of heat, can it?”

“My sweet innocent angels.”

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[theangrypomeranian]

I was gonna go on anon to ask this bc fear lol but do what scares you until it doesn't scare you ufeelme lmao ANYWAY

Do you have any guidance or advice to someone that has /never/ read fanfic but wants to start? I'm not really a shipper (outside of canon, anyway, like I love boblin but avoid the kids ships even if canon bc of the internet drama I've read. Obviously no judgment on my end, I just don't wanna be involved in it - that anxiety/ chronic stress life babey)

But I've been feeling like having scenes or stories to draw will be the next step in improving my art. I can draw the characters reasonably legible now so wanna draw them interacting with each other more! To encapsulate their dynamics and relationships with one another, any fanfic seems ideal for that! Otherwise I'd just be redrawing scenes and that's fine as is, but it's not necessarily enough? If that makes sense?

With all this in mind, I'm overwhelmed with the prospect of diving in without any knowledge on the fanfic/writing world whatsoever. As I only follow a small handful of writes, and you seem to be one of the most consistent/frequent, I would absolutely love and appreciate your help!

I understand this may either be an unnecessary amount of info, or just a lot/ an intense amount in general lmao, so you don't have to answer this! But I had to try somewhere 👉😎👉 I hope you understand! I'm sure you'll understand 😆🤭

Hello! Sorry for responding so late, work has been taking all of my spoons this weekend and I wanted to be sure I could answer this with the gusto you deserve. (Also I HELLA feel the "do what scares you until it doesn't", I need to start living by that more. Good on you, mate!) For what to read, my number one rule is if I don't think I'll enjoy the story I stay away. AO3's tagging systems is a freaking lifesaver for that imo as you can filter away a lot of stuff you don't want to see, like certain ships or genre tropes or even physical acts of affection/intimacy. Sometimes the summary of a story can also help you decide if it's something you would be interested in. And if there are certain things you DO want to see or certain characters or ships, you can exclusively look for stories that have them (like how I hang out almost exclusively in the Zeke x Tina tag on AO3 lol). Knowing what you do and don't like is crucial for this, though. If nothing else, you can just go onto the Bob's Burgers AO3 tag and scroll through the fics until you see something you want to try reading. And always remember that fanfic is supposed to be FUN, so if you start something and start to not like it there is no shame in clicking out. You are not obligated to keep reading something you don't like, not even if it's posted by someone you DO like. This is supposed to be a fun hobby, after all. I hope this helps you a little bit! And thank you so much for asking me about this, I feel honored. <3 Happy reading!

#pom answers #unclefathersantateddy #fanfic #i really hope this helps #and again so sorry for taking so long to answer orz #i'm such a turtle when it comes to answering asks i need to get better about it lol

[msmargaretmurry]

Hi! I don’t know if you're still doing the ask meme- would love a BTS for the scene from head above water where Matthew has his full emotional breakdown/vomits in a bathroom if u r! I did fully sob to this at 2am the day it came out 😂🤦‍♀️

hi anon! sorry this took several weeks, i have been so busy lately, but i hope you enjoy it! it's one of my favorite scenes in the fic, thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about it. 😊❤

Matthew barely registers his feet taking him down the hallway, to the elevator, up another floor to knock on the correct door. After a shout and the sounds of some scuffling inside, Quinn pulls it open. He’s flushed like he gets when he’s been drinking, his hair mussed. He grins at Matthew and says, “Come on, we’re watching Bob Ross.”

Matthew expected the room to be more of a party, but it’s just Quinn and Brady, plus Jack, curled up and snoring on the chaise longue. There’s evidence of several nightcaps, but also several half-empty Gatorades around the suite. Brady is on the bed watching television, propped up by a small mountain of pillows and eating grapes out of a plastic bag. [this image of quinn’s room makes me laugh every time �� what have they been up to? where did brady get the grapes?? all mysteries; matthew is in too much distress to wonder or care]

“Why the fuck are you watching Bob Ross?” Matthew asks.

“Because it’s on,” Brady says around a grape. “Did you know there’s a whole Bob Ross channel?”

“No, I did not know that,” Matthew says.

Brady frowns, brow furrowing. “Are you okay?”

“No,” Matthew says. “No, I think I’m pretty fucked up right now.”

“I’ll get you a Gatorade,” Quinn says. [quinn is one of my favorite characters in his own right, but i especially love him in this scene, kind of in the background navigating the matthew–brady situation. but also, finally another chance for me to get to write brady and quinn interacting. they are so important to me! and, of course, quinn immediately with the big-brothering here — it was so useful to have him around in this story as a kind of counterpart to matthew’s own older brother/oldest sibling feelings.]

“Come sit. Bob’s painting a path in the woods,” Brady says, patting the mattress next to him. Matthew does, sinking into the pile of pillows, and Brady scoots over to put his head on Matthew’s shoulder, grinning a dopey drunk grin.

“Grape?” He offers the bag. Matthew shakes his head, feeling queasy. Brady shrugs and pops another one in his mouth, turning to Quinn. “Matthew’s been having a tough year.”

“Shut up, Brady,” Matthew groans, rubbing his face.

“Not, like, statistically,” Brady says. “Mentally, you know? He thinks we can’t tell, but he’s really shit at acting normal.” [brady has definitely brought this up with quinn before, lol]

“Brady,” Matthew says sharply. Brady’s mouth snaps shut. Matthew presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying not to hyperventilate.

They’re not really a crying family. Matthew is not a crying type of guy. He is not going to cry here and now, but it takes him a moment to get it under control. If he’s lucky, the light from the TV isn’t enough to see that his eyelashes are wet. 

“Sorry,” he says, wiping his cheeks even though they’re technically still dry. “Sorry, fuck.” [the last long hockey fic i wrote, my protagonist was dylan strome, who is such an easy crier and pretty in touch with his emotions, and matthew in this fic is very much neither of those things 😂 it was a pretty long break between writing tnno and this, but it was still fun for me to get to tackle a totally different type of character.]

Quinn is standing by the bed, holding out a cold red Gatorade.

“Do you want something stronger?” he asks. Matthew shakes his head and takes the bottle. He’d say thanks, but there’s a lump filling his throat. He’s grateful just to have something to do as he twists the cap off and chugs half of it.

Brady is staring at him, equal parts confused and wounded.

“I was just kidding,” he says. “I mean, not totally kidding, but I was just teasing.”

“I know.” Matthew wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then wipes his hand on his pajama pants. “I know, it’s fine. It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” Brady says. “Don’t lie to me.” [poor brady and taryn, but especially brady — they’re such a close-knit family; they can tell something is wrong and has been for a while! they’re worried and not sure how to approach the topic because matthew’s never been so depressed and secretive before. brady just wants matthew to trust him, and he’s been wondering this season if he did something wrong, because of how matthew doesn’t seem to anymore. not just with the sexuality thing, because he’s been kind of resigned to that for years, but with everything else.]

“I’m,” Matthew starts, but his stomach lurches, bile sloshing in his throat. He scrambles up, pushing Quinn out of the way to beeline for the bathroom, and drops to his knees in front of the toilet just in time to puke all the Gatorade right back up. And all the booze. He can taste the whiskey shots they had earlier, sour and smoky, and that makes him vomit more.

“Ugh,” Jack’s groggy voice comes from the other room. “Who’s ralphing?”

Whatever Quinn says in response is drowned out by Matthew retching again. It’s been at least six hours since dinner, but there is apparently still food in his stomach. When he finally runs out, he rests his head on the seat, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He closes his eyes. Tries to breathe through his nose, but the acrid smell of his own puke is too much, so he takes careful, even breaths through his mouth instead, trying to get his heart to stop racing. [i very much wanted the vomit descriptions to be kinda gross, so i hope you all found them kinda gross 🙂]

He can tell by the footsteps that the person who comes into the bathroom is Brady. The faucet cuts on, then off, and then a cup of water is nudged against Matthew’s elbow. Moving as little as possible, he takes it to swish a mouthful around and spit into the bright red of the toilet bowl.

“Can you flush?” he mumbles, laying his head back down. “The smell is gonna make me puke again.”

“Yeah,” Brady says. He hits the lever. Matthew sighs in relief as clean water fills the bowl and Brady lowers himself to sit cross-legged on the tile. He puts a hand on Matthew’s back, rubbing in big, careful circles. They stay like that for a minute, maybe two, until Quinn tiptoes in and, oh, that’s humiliating. Getting throwing-up drunk in front of his little brother’s best friend. He had such a good showing at Boots, and now this. [he’s so fixated on this mental image of who he’s supposed to be, like, my dude, you are actively puking your guts up, you can worry about respectability later. also like, quinn has known matthew since they were teenagers, he has seen matthew in worse shape than this.]

Quinn touches the top of Brady’s head, his fingertips bouncing nervously on the curls. “Do you want me to see if I can find some ginger ale? Or some crackers or something?” [and it’s not like quinn is judging him!! quinn is just concerned! for matthew AND for brady, dealing with matthew! but also, writing quinn and brady’s relationship in the background of this fic was so fun. not to queerbait in my own gay fanfiction but i WAS lowkey hoping some readers would be side-eyeing them a little bit like “are they—?” up until brady’s “didn’t u know my bestie is gay u idiot” text later in the story. i mean, is quinn a little in love with brady? absolutely. is brady aware of this? not really. it’s fine, everything is fine.]

Matthew forces himself to sit up and shake his head, pretending that the movement doesn’t make the room spin and his stomach turn. “No, just give me a minute, I’ll get out of here. Shit, sorry.”

“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere,” Brady says, his voice a notch higher than usual the way it gets when he’s upset. “Unless it’s to your room, in which case I’m coming with you.”

“You really don’t have to.” Matthew takes another careful sip of water to swish and spit. “I’ve been drunk before. I’ll survive.”

“It’s not really the drunk part I’m worried about,” Brady mumbles, which Matthew chooses to ignore, staring at the viscous, pinkish blob of saliva floating in the toilet bowl. 

“I think there’s a Sprite in the mini-fridge,” Quinn says, and removes himself from the situation. [the smartest boy in the room lmao i love him] Matthew is jealous. He would love to remove himself from the situation. He can’t look up yet because he can feel Brady staring at him.

“So the way I see it,” Brady says, even but firm. Matthew can imagine it’s the voice he uses when he’s doing captain shit. It’s a good captain voice. “Either we both go back to my room, we put the trash can by the bed, and you can tell me what the fuck’s wrong with you. Or we both go back to your room, we put the trash can by the bed, and you can tell me what the fuck’s wrong with you.”

“This isn’t Ottawa,” Matthew says. “You’re not in charge of me.”

“Right now, I think I am,” says Brady. Matthew chances a look at him, and can tell from his face that he will not be swayed. Matthew can be just as stubborn, but god, he does not have the energy. The thought of trying to have an argument right now makes his stomach threaten to mutiny again. [i feel a great kinship with brady as a fellow middle child, and i loved trying to write a relationship between him and matthew that was nuanced and a little complicated but ultimately deeply loving and caring. this is scene is a kind of notable moment in brady’s life — it’s never been him so explicitly having to be the one taking care of matthew before, instead of matthew taking care of him. it’s a little strange and scary, but he’s good at taking care of people, so he knows what to do, and also comes out of this night feeling more empowered to just kind of demand emotional accountability/honesty from matthew, which is absolutely something matthew needs from him.]

“Fine. My room,” he says, then rests his forehead against the toilet seat again. “In a minute.”

On their way out, Quinn gives him a bottle of Sprite and a hug. Brady gives Quinn a kiss on the top of his head and a murmured apology that makes the back of Matthew’s neck burn. Jack, thank god, is snoring again. Matthew has done his fair share of walks of shame, and has rarely found them shameful, but he can barely stomach this: trudging back to his room with Brady as babysitter after showing up just long enough to vomit prolifically in Brady's best friend’s bathroom. He’s too old to be drinking until he pukes to begin with, and it’s not like he can explain that it’s not the alcohol that made him sick. It’s that Leon doesn’t want him anymore. 

That’s what that was, right? A pity fuck. Pity blowjob, whatever. Matthew looked just pathetic enough in that elevator that Leon gave him a parting gift. He’d thought Leon was just mad, before, but now it’s pretty clear that whatever was pulling him to Matthew is broken, if not dead.

And it shouldn’t matter. They’re not even friends. Right? But for some reason that just makes the fact that it hurts even worse. Because they had just started to— Matthew had just started to— fuck.

He needs to think about this sober. He does not want to think about it sober.

[i got a few (very valid 😂) comments that were like, “i can’t believe matthew didn’t realize what leon was doing by kicking him out (i.e. getting payback for the way matthew treated him)! he’s such a dummy!” and firstly, yes, he is very stupid. if he were any less stupid the story would be half as long. in his defense, sometimes it’s hard not to be stupid when you’re almost too depressed to function. ask me how i know! anyway, i’m not gonna get too deep into it because that it technically a different scene, and also i’m not telling anyone how to interpret that scene because variety is the spice of life, but from the perspective i was writing from, leon didn’t go into that encounter straight-up planning to send matthew away like that. everything is just as complicated on his end. anyway, back on topic: all of this is from matthew as much a reaction to what just happened with leon as it is to matthew belatedly letting himself start to truly feel his feelings about what happened a month ago — leon kissing him, him panicking about it, etc. what just happened with leon wouldn’t matter nearly so much if matthew wasn’t finally accepting what the way he really wants leon and along with that acceptance, it fully hitting him how badly he’s fucked this up.]

Back in his own room, Matthew splashes cold water on his face and brushes his teeth until his gums bleed, then he and Brady crawl into opposite sides of the bed, turn off the lights, and lay in silence for several minutes. [i feel in my soul that as little kids they sometimes had little sleepovers in each other’s rooms, and i kept thinking about that image while writing this scene.]

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” Brady asks. This is the opposite of his captain voice. This is just a worried little brother, and it makes Matthew’s chest ache. “I know it’s like — complicated sometimes. But you can still talk to me.”

Matthew sighs, blinking up at the ceiling in the dark. His eyes feel wet again, but at least no one can see it. “I know.”

“I really was just teasing.”

“I know. It’s fine.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“No, I mean.” Matthew closes his eyes. “The teasing is fine. Don’t worry about that. It’s other stuff that’s fucked up, but it’s not your fault.”

A long pause, then. “Okay.”

A longer pause. Matthew swallows hard.

“I was kind of seeing someone,” he says. “And I think they just broke up with me.”

“Shit,” says Brady.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” Brady says. “That sucks.”

“Yeah.” Matthew breathes, trying to keep his voice from cracking. “I think I really liked them.”

Matthew can hear Brady shifting, although the bed is big enough that the mattress doesn’t dip.

“Them,” he says. It’s not quite a question, but it doesn’t really need to be. Years of plausible deniability, down the drain.

“Him,” Matthew says. [i had this conversation planned for soooo long before i finally got to write it into the story, and it was SO satisfying to finally put it on paper 😂]

Another lengthy pause, which Matthew is grateful for. He needs it to pull himself together.

“Matthew?” says Brady. Matthew makes a sound of acknowledgement. “It’s his loss. And I bet he’ll regret it.”

The lump in Matthew’s throat is too thick for him to get any words out around it, and he has to blink rapidly up at the ceiling again to keep from tearing up. Instead, he reaches a blind hand out across the bed, and squeezes tight when Brady grabs onto it. Too tight, probably, but Brady doesn’t complain. [brothers!! brothers who love each other so much!!! when i was writing the first draft of this, i knew from the end of the first chapter that matthew was going to have to get right in his relationship with brady before he’d be able to fix his relationship with leon, and in that way this scene really is the beginning of the long, arduous climb out of matthew’s dark night of the soul. he said it out loud! the world didn’t end! he has brady on his side now! he’s gonna be okay!]

#ask #my fic #ratnovel #hockey for ts #sidenote maggie yes i know i still owe you a scene for this IM SORRY IM WORKING ON IT #thank u again anon ❤❤

[softguarnere]

Can you do BoB boy(s) of choice for the idea of them and their crush running into the reader's ex who she broke up with before the war and clearly wants her back?

Always Best to Believe in One's Self

Bill Guarnere x reader

A/N: I saw a dealer's choice prompt and immediately got waaayyy too carried away with it at four am. I decided to go with Guarnere because he's my favorite, and I can't believe I haven't written something for him yet. Thanks for the request, anon, and I hope you like it 💕 (This is written for the fictional depiction from the show. Absolutely no disrespect to the real life veterans!)

Warnings: war, sexism, a badly written kiss scene (I think that's it)

Everything that happened since Doc Roe handed out the airsickness pills has been a blur. You can remember squeezing the hands of your friends as you lined up, remember the muttered prayers as the plane took off, hearing the air crackle and pop with fire from the Luftwaffe, and even the icy drop as you hurled yourself out of the plane and your static-line unhooked. Hitting the ground is a disorienting affair, and when you realize that you made the jump of a lifetime and made it, adrenaline makes your heart race like machinegun fire.

You blink, trying to orient yourself in the inky night around you. Other men are landing, some cursing, some letting out small sighs of relief, and some -- you close your eyes to avoid seeing the terrible sight -- are getting tangled up in trees.

A few feet away, you see a figure land lightly on the ground. You would know that silhouette anywhere; the sight is so comforting that you're almost thankful for all of Sobel's nighttime marches and drills.

Bill's soft cursing as he removes his parachute spurs you into action. You're by his side in a second, and when he sees you, his hands immediately caress your face in the darkness. "(Y/N), are you okay?"

Whatever has been going on between the two of you has been simmering since you first arrived in Toccoa. Now, the cocktail of adrenaline, whatever was in that medicine, and fear has brought it to a boil. (All that, and what Bill had said right before you boarded the plane. Right after you thought you . . . Nevermind. Not here.)

You kiss him then, in the middle of the field you've landed in, before you can lose your nerve and before you can lose each other in this unfamiliar place. Because anything can happen in the unknown, in this shaky, scary place.

But Bill is firm. Despite the grief and the anger that have clung to him since he opened that letter, he's solid. And he's here.

"Yes. Are you?" You ask when you break the kiss.

His smile is like a star in the darkness. "Well if I wasn't before, I sure am now."

--

If you thought jumping out of the plane was frightening, nothing prepares you for anything that happens next. And this time, you see it all, remember it all, without the loopiness that accompanies the airsickness pills to dull any of it.

When the airsickness pills have worn off, there's nothing to dull the slap in the face that is finding out you won't be taking Brécourt Manor . . . but that Bill will be.

"You're needed for an . . . alternative assignment," Nixon explains as you're led away from the rest of the company and into the town.

"Let me guess."

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). But they need you."

The urge to roll your eyes and sigh is strong, but you manage to hold it in. This is the price you pay for being one of the first female paratroopers. Hell, they told you it would be this way the minute you were accepted into the program.

Being one of the only women makes you stand out. It means that many of the men take a liking to you just because you're one of the only women that they've seen in a long time -- just like how many of them instantly fall in love with their nurses in the hospitals. But for many men, you present them with a challenge. And when morale is running low, that means the female soldiers find themselves making the rounds, always smiling, always with a positive attitude, always acting like nothing is wrong, so that the men -- not wanting to be outdone by a woman -- will raise their morale. "The kick in the pants that they need to get back into action," Colonel Sink had once explained to you.

You almost berate yourself. You shouldn't complain -- not when you just survived the jump. And besides, it'll be a distraction until the rest of Easy gets back.

And distraction is exactly what you find.

Men from other companies call out greetings to your familiar face as you walk among them, offering to help scrounge up supplies, or even just to help soldiers who are trying to find their friends. It's kind of nice, to have so many people know who you are and smile when they see you. If that's what Judy Garland or Rita Hayworth feel like all the time, then maybe acting could be your post-war career.

But someone isn't smiling at you. You can feel it the minute that he notices you. The shock, the disbelief as you carefully avoid looking anywhere but him as you greet men and offer words of encouragement. And when you finally step into an empty barn to take a break from the spotlight and catch your breath, he's definitely not smiling when he steps into the building behind you.

"I thought it was you," James says. James, who you never thought that you would have the displeasure of seeing again.

You don't speak. What is there to say, after all? You keep your back to him, facing the wall.

After an awkward moment, he clears his throat, and the sound sets you on edge the way the sound of silverware rubbing together does. "You, uh . . . You look good, (Y/N). I'm glad to see you."

"Thanks."

Another moment of silence, this time broken by a sigh. "You not glad to see me?"

"Why would I be?" You turn to face him just in time to see the surprise that flickers across his face. "We broke up, remember?" He starts to sputter out a response, but something hot is boiling in your chest that you just can't let rest. "'Glad to see me'. That's rich. You didn't even want me here."

"Oh, come on --"

"No," you snap. "I had the opportunity to be one of the first female paratroopers, and you told me not to take it, because 'the war wouldn't be the place for me'."

"I was trying to protect --"

"Yeah, well, you should have supported me instead. You should have believed in me." It's like the air has been sucked out of the barn. It's dry and hot and hard to breathe, all the dust and left-over animal smells coating your throat. All those words you should have thrown at him back home tumble out so hot, and the atmosphere of the barn is so dry, that it feel like a flame could catch and send the whole place up in flames.

"When I enlisted, I wrote you letters," James says finally. "You never replied. Finally, your mother wrote me back, saying that you had become a paratrooper and to stop trying to contact you." His voice softens, and so do his eyes. "I was so afraid for you. At my camp, I looked everywhere for you, but never found you among the female troopers. And then yesterday, before the jump, I could have sworn that I saw you."

It had been him, then. The all too familiar face that you thought you saw before getting on the plane. Right after you talked to Bill . . .

"(Y/N)," James says, dragging your attention back into the moment. "I'm sorry. For everything. And I just thought . . . Both of us surviving the jump and ending up here -- I don't know -- feels like a sign."

The last time you had seen James, you had told him about how you had the chance to be a paratrooper, and how you wanted to take it. He had told you war wasn't the place for you -- for a woman.

"But I believe in this cause!" You had argued. "I believe I can do it!"

"Well, maybe you should believe in it in the way other women do," he had suggested. "By volunteering to roll band-aids for the Red Cross, or by being a nurse."

The memory leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Knowing that someone you love doesn't believe in you is one of the worst feelings in the world.

But there is someone who believes in you -- someone you love -- and that knowledge is like a small flame that warms your chest, coming straight from your heart.

The previous night, before seeing James in the crowd, before getting on the plane, Bill had pulled you aside. He wore his grief like a heavy coat. You had heard about the letter he found talking about his brother's death. Bill Guarnere, tough as nails, wanted to talk about his feelings with you of all people, you had assumed, almost flattered.

His bottom lip had been chapped from where he had been chewing it. "I gotta tell ya something."

"Okay."

"This whole thing with my brother . . . Death can get anyone. You don't think it can, and then it does. And that makes you wonder, who will it take next?" His eyes had roamed the airfield, flicking between your friends, the planes, the sky, and finally, you. "I need you to know something before we get on that plane and jump."

You had never seen Bill look nervous before. He was one of the bravest and most upbeat men you had ever met, and something about the way that sadness shadowed his eyes looked unnatural on him.

"I love you, (Y/N). I want you to know that, in case something happens."

You had clutched his hand in yours, trying to anchor him. What could you say, to a confession like that? I love you, I love you. "I love you too. And nothing is going to happen to us, because we're too stubborn to let it."

His laugh had been loud, but it was muffled by the unmistakable lump in his throat. "I know that. We're gonna make it. I believe that with all my heart."

Feels like a sign my ass, you think, glaring at James.

"No," you say firmly.

"What?"

"If it's a sign, then it's one that you were wrong," you spit the words like machinegun fire, and they do their job; he looks like he's been hit.

His eyes widen with the initial shock. You narrow yours in response. You grew up with James, know his weaknesses, where the chinks in his armor hide. For all his bravado, he's easy to intimidate when you set your mind to it . . . You've just never tried it before.

He fumbles. "There's someone else, isn't there?"

You nod. If he's suggesting that your love for someone else is the only reason that you don't want to give him another chance, he's wrong. You're about to tell him so when he scoffs.

"Does he believe in you, (Y/N)?"

"Yes," a familiar voice says from the doorway of the barn. "And I have from the second I saw her."

"Who the hell are you?"

Bill stands tall as he strides into the barn, straight passed James and to your side. "I could ask you the same question. Why are you botherin' my girl?"

James splutters. "Your girl?"

"That's right." Bill nods. "And for the record, she's just as capable, if not more so, of being a paratrooper than half the men I've met during this war. You better believe that, pal."

Poor, easily intimidated James looks between the two of you. His eyes plead with you. They look innocent enough, but you've come to know the anger that lives there.

"James," you say. "If this is a sign, then it's one that you better get lost."

Before becoming a paratrooper, you never would have been able to speak to him that way. But now, after all you've seen, it's as easy as talking to one of the men in your company. There's been a change in you, and James must see it, because he finally nods once to you, once to Bill, and then storms out of the barn.

You both physically relax once he goes. Bill claps you on the back the way he used to after a successful run up Currahee. (Back when he used to have to look for excuses to be close to you, to touch you.)

"Your girl?" You ask once you feel like you've caught your breath.

"Yeah, well --" Bill shrugs. "-- I confessed my love for you, you macked one on me after the jump . . . I kind of thought we had a thing." He raises an eyebrow in that way he's always done when he's teasing you. It's always made your heart pound, but now even more so.

You punch his arm good-naturedly -- just like you used to back in Toccoa when you were just as busy trying to find ways to be close to him -- before pressing yourself into his side. The move makes it feel official, somehow.

"Hmm. Actually, I think it's more that you're my boy," you tease, raising an eyebrow in a half-hearted impression of him. "And you better believe that."

#this was originally going to be headcanons but I got carried away aaahhhhh #bill guarnere #bill guarnere x reader #guarnere x reader #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers fanfic #my writing

[thatseventiesbitch]

LOVE your analysis of why Eric and Donna are soulmates and wanted to add that it's with Eric that Donna can show the softness and vulnerability she doesn't really allow herself to feel elsewhere---at home, she's the Responsible One, among her friends she's the rational voice of reason, at school she's the tough tomboy etc but with Eric, flawed but inherently kind Eric who has known her forever, she can finally get in touch with her deepest emotions, you know?! I've seen so much Jackie/Eric on my dash and have to admit I just don't get it---they were barely friends, let alone more, and they genuinely annoyed each other constantly!

Thanks for the ask!

That's a fabulous addition, anon, and you're so right. Donna is vulnerable with Eric in a way she isn't with anyone else (same for Eric, but more on him in a second *lol*).

Donna would talk to him about what was going on in her life - whether its her parents marriage dissolving, the fact that Bob's dating/sleeping with someone new (and this was in S4, when they were broken up even!), feeling like a sex object at her job, etc - because she always trusted him. He didn't always say the right things (in fact he usually didn't 🤣) but he was always the first one she went to. It breaks my heart at the end of season 8 when she's running from Randy's apartment, and she turns to go to Eric's house but then stops when she remembers he's not there. 😭

Donna also only cries a handful of times throughout the series, and they're all with (and because of) Eric. She's tearing up in S3xE25 "The Promise Ring" when Eric breaks up with her. She cries in the season 4 finale "Love Wisconsin Style" when she tells Eric she's sorry and he turns her away. She's almost tearing up in S8xE6 "Long Away" when she tells Hyde that Eric broke up with her. At the end of S6 she tells Hyde that when she called her mom to tell her the wedding was off, she "just cried and cried" (and Hyde says he can't picture her crying). And then she cries in the finale when he comes back, apologizes, and they kiss. I love the scene where Eric threatens to kick Casey Kelso's ass if he makes Donna cry, but the truth is that Eric Forman is the only one who can make Donna cry! Who's gonna kick his ass? *lol*

I think Eric is also vulnerable with Donna and only Donna in certain ways. I see it even from moments early in the series, like in the episode where his grandma died. Telling her why he really said 'I love cake' - because it scares him to put it out there and say he's in love with her because what if he loses her? But there's also his little outburst in S6xE1 when he realizes he has to stay behind from college to help his parents. He has some moments with her in season 4 - I think the scene with them in the basement at the end of "Eric's False Alarm" when he tells her how he felt when he thought she was going to sleep with Casey Kelso is him at his most vulnerable. Even in That '90s Show, their little talk on the car, I think Eric only opens up like that with Donna.

As far as Eric/Jackie go - I've made my feelings clear I think. I agree with you, it's a pass for me. I don't like to yuck anyone's yum though so I just don't look at that stuff. The good news is, there are also a lot of Eric/Donna shippers active and around these days. I really, really hope we get some more of them in season 2 of That '90s Show.💛

#thanks for the ask! #That 70s Show #That '70s Show #That 70's Show #That 90s Show #That '90s Show #That 90's Show #Eric and Donna #Eric x Donna #otp: mom and dad #Eric Forman #Donna Pinciotti #Donna Forman #Casey Kelso #ask #answered #anon #my essays

[wexhappyxfew]

hihi! i have been working my way through soldier of stars recently and decided to come up with my own trio of bob ocs :D

my question to you, how do you come up with your ships﹖ like what made you decide to pair hazel and liebgott or luz and catherine﹖i have been trying to come up with the ships for my ocs but they feel too simple to me and more based on how similar the characters are, not so much their dynamic

thanks!!

omg HELLO ANON!!!! thanks so much for stopping on by the ‘ole askbox!! 🙌 sorry if this response took a bit today, had a long and exhausting day at college today so 🤩 ANYWAY!

first off! i am SO HAPPY to hear that you’re enjoying the soldier of stars right now!! that fic truly got me through the beginning of quarantine when we were all locked up with nothing to do and hazel, catherine and lizzie were by far some of my favorites (i genuinely miss writing them sm)!! and your own bob OCs too! AHHHH! that’s so exciting!!! truly OCs are some of the greatest joys i stg! 😭🫶

second! i will HAPPILY answer! because it still very much holds true to this day, even through other fics i write! so honestly, when i write BoB OCs, i really just start writing and focus on the OC and see along the way who she ends up vibing best with if that makes sense? sometimes i start a fic and know exactly who i want the OC to end up with and tailor it that way. but most of the time, it ends up where i’m writing and then suddenly, i really start to see a certain OC with a certain canon character.

for example, we’ll use hazel parker in this situation, i wanted her to end up with liebgott so i really tailored their connection and story together to be about that friends-to-lovers vibe and it worked out well for them. someone like catherine mccown though? i had NO IDEA who she’d end up with and i was so happy it was luz in the end! but at the beginning? i had absolutely no clue if cath would even end up with a BoB canon character. sometimes i start a fic and immediately know but sometimes it takes me a while, some trial-and-error along with a whole lot of writing to see if things will even work. but you get there.

if i have any advice, really get to know your OC inside and out. because for me, once i really know my OC as if they were a part of me, i see where they best fit as i write. it may not happen in the first 10 chapters, but as you write, you may begin to notice, “oh wow these conversations X has with Y are actually really much deeper than i thought they were.”.

once you really flesh out your OC and where they fit in the story, then i feel you see where they fit in with other characters. when i write, i try to put my OC in situations and conversations with other characters to see how well they play off others. and by that i mean, i just write, i just see where a scene takes me because sometimes i really struggle to structure a scene second by second. like today, i had 10 minutes to write and just went at it, typing up a storm and got somewhere i didn’t expect to get and it’s actually working MUCH better?!

sometimes i feel just writing and seeing where it goes is most helpful. and maybe if you don’t want to necessarily be working on a fic and just want to do scenes, then that definitely is helpful too! especially if you have an inspo scene between a character and a possible love interest. test it out, see if it works. sometimes you need to just write without even thinking about it to see where it takes you to then realize wow this actually works really well!

i hope this was helpful dear anon!! as always, this askbox is always open for questions, im happy to help with writing advice, especially for bob and messages are always there too! thank you! and i hope this helped! :)

#thank youuuuu!!! #i’ve thought about this before but getting to put into words what i actually do was very nice! #but YES! i honestly go one way or the other - #it’s either YES - X and Y are together and that’s how i will write them (X and Y … fill in character names) #OR #i have no idea about a love interest for this character let me see where the story takes me #(<- basically 90% of the time) #hazel and lieb were special fr #band of brothers #bob fic #writing #writing advice

[thegoldenshi-shi]

*SLIDES IN MANY DAYS LATER*

IM SORRY FOR BEING DEAD

We were moving ans it was chaos

Also I met a guy and we’re really hitting it off and he’s so nice and sweet and has listened to me ramble about comics im into and also my games and im just🥺🥺🥺💜💜💜

We’re gonna meet in August

Also my cat has been being super cute and she is the cutest little lady (Her name is Riddle she is sassy and a troublemaker and also the tiniest of all the kitties)

Also your comic with the Rodimus Room Rumble!!! I love it and J love that Bob was a spooky boy and also a very good boi and also sent Rodimus to some therapy bevause he does need some even if he got a little bit more traumatized before needing it

I will return some time in the future

My best and warmest of hugs,

-Sunny Simp Anon💛

Ah, hello there Sunny Simp~ It sounds like you're really busy! Moving is always chaos in my opinion, I have vowed to avoid it as much as I can lol. That said, good luck in powering through the chaos and emerging freshly moved in one piece hehe

I'm happy for you that you found someone you like! If you're really hitting it off and can talk about things you both like then that's a really good start. I have a microscopic amount of experience romantically, so all I can do is shake pompoms for you on the sidelines hehe.

Rodimus' Room Rumble has been fun to work on. I had lots of fun with Bob's freaky insecticon jaws, though I admit I had intended to draw something a little less spoofy and more serious hehe. Like full fight scenes with cool transitions that instead devolved to "ENTER BOB". I will have to be nicer to Rodimus after that, the next room rumble match will have less horrific Bob moments.

Good to hear from you again, Sunny Simp~

#sunny simp anon #anon ask #thank you for your ask #Oh #and Riddle sounds very sweet lol #It's always the little ones right? #sorry sorry sorry im a little behind on answering

[milquetoast-on-acid]

Hi, how are you? I think that Jopper is the most beautiful relationship in ST, and Season 4 Jopper reunion/interaction/kisses are just perfect, even better than I imagined. Which kiss do you like more? The first one or the second one?

Hi anon! I'm doing ok. Currently on break at work. 😵‍💫How are you doing? Ps- sorry this took so long to get out. I was really chewing on the answer. Love this ask. 🤗

I definitely 100% agree with you. I am not much into the kid romances. Mostly because I don't think a lot of them can really act a very believable romance and I genuinely gravitate to the older actors on a given show. Season 4 does have its issues but their storyline was pretty amazing imo. I only have small nitpicks about it, but you can really tell that the reunion scene was very important to both of the actors and they really pull it off!

There aren't many actors that can pull off a scene like that with absolutely zero dialogue and project every emotion the characters are experiencing in that moment. 🥹

The thing that I really love about that relationship is that this is two middle aged people. With a romance that's based on friendship that's also allowed to be sexy. That's really rare and I appreciate what the ship has become. Sex and being sexy doesn't stop at 30.

What kiss do I prefer? 🤔 I love both of them for different reasons. I love the tenderness and reassurance in the second one and I love the passion of the first one. I think I'll have to say the first one is my favorite.

I love how shy they are around each other. Both of them want the other so badly but aren't really sure what the best approach would be. It's so funny because Joyce just dropped everything to go save him including walking into a Russian gulag. And Hopper endured torture and death to keep her safe. 🥹 Here they are the first chance they are alone to finally change the nature of their relationship and admit the depth of their feelings but they are just tip toeing around each other.

I love how both of them keep checking out the other one while they are undressing. How sad Joyce looks when she sees the scars on his back and facing the reality of what he went through. The journey her face makes when she realizes he was just dreaming about food.

I love the parallels to Joyce's make out scene with Bob and how it differs. Listen. I love Bob! I love her relationship with Bob. He's such a sweethearted man who he loved her so much and was so good to her kids. But it's clear there's a fire that burns between her and Hopper that just doesn't exist between her and Bob.

Bob was the one to drive that makeout scene. They are knocking into stuff and when they bump into the wall he puts his hand out to protect her from getting hurt. There's this sweet gentleness to the scene even though it's a heavy makeout.

Here we have Joyce driving the scene. She's the one to approach hopper, the one to bring up their date and to push him into talking about what sort of after dinner dessert they were going to have. She's the one to push him against the wall.

I love how 🔥 it is. They get really into it. She's clawing at his shoulder and he's biting her lip. They definitely 100% were going to bang in there. It was going to be hot, they were going to leave all sorts of masks on the other and they were going to be loud. the fact that neither of them cared that they were on the run from the KGB, that they were covered in shit, that Murray, Dimitri and Yuri were right outside. None of that mattered right then and there and I love that for them so much. They'd held out for so long and I just love how explosive it is between them.

Anyway I love that they are allowed to be passionate and tender. Hot, sexy and soulmatey.

#jopper #joyce byers #jim hopper #stranger things #anonymous ask

[sebsxphia]

I got a new trio for an alternative fuck marry kill:

Apply sunscreen on the back of; give a massage to; make breakfast in bed for

Contenders:

Jake

Bradley

Bob

eeeeek my beloved anon!!! you have no idea how much i love these and how giddy i got when you came through 🥹

ok ok ok

Jake. Applying sunscreen to. All I can picture is the beach scene and I have a whole drabble relating to that here!

Bradley. Give a massage to. I’m sorry but those broad ass shoulders deserve a massage. And I know he must get so achy when being thrown around in the aircraft all the time. I know the others do too, but it’s those shoulders man!

Bob. Make breakfast in bed for. Bob Floyd deserves the whole entire world and he deserves to be spoiled and treated as much as he would spoil and treat you. I would die to see him all sleepy and bleary eyed in the morning as you brung him the tray with his breakfast and coffee. Just thinking about soft and slow mornings with him 🥹

thank you so much for these my dear anon!! please kindly let me know what you think!! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd #bradley rooster bradshaw #💐 these are for you!!

[neteyamsilly]

Hi!! It’s Ramble anon!!

I wanted to gush a little about part 3!! (I wanted to do it sooner, but I had a big exam in the late morning 😔)

It was a lovely read, you write so daintily, it feels like I’m watching a movie instead of reading a story!!

First of all, I wanted to say that I‘m so happy that you enjoy what I write to you! I absolutely have a blast rambling to you, the creator of this beautiful story, about anything that gets my attention, I’m so honored😭 (and absolutely do not be sorry!! Take your time for anything!!)

Ik there are siblings outings, just spilling the tea 😌

Lo’ak and Y/N totally sound like the siblings that would bicker and be mean and sarcastic to each other, but the moment someone messes with one of them... (when they DO hang out, they are like SO reckless lmao, I think they wouldn’t be allowed, they would need a chaperone (Neteyam 😭))

About the colors of the Ikrans!!

Neteyam -> ikran with greenish hues like Seze

Lo’ak -> ikran with blueish hues like Bob

Kiri -> now, it’s just an headcanon!! But I’d like to think that her ikran has light lilac hues like Vitraya Ramunong, with a little bit of green in the chin and tail and sprinkled a bit on the back (because she’s so connected to Eywa, it’d be kinda cool!) (from what I’ve seen in the comics (not much tbh) Kiri’s ikran is like greenish? Oh well)

And Y/N: I absolute have no idea!! Do you have any? I’m super curious! (Btw I LOVE his personality (he’s a boy!!! So cute 😭)

“the vibe of an older sister who doesnt want to hang with her younger siblings” PLSS 😭 she doesss look like that, I KNOW Tuk begs and begs

Now about the chapter!!

Quaritch calling u sweetheart 🤢

The headbutt scene made me so happy, Fuck You Quarith Get Wrecked

But Y/N thinking her dad would leave her to fend for herself is so heartbreaking, but what was even more heartbreaking, was Y/N trying to hide her gunshot wound, she was so scared, I loved the scene, I felt how panicked she was.. (her trying to console her mom, PLS; BUT her dad NOT consoling her after she got kidnapped and almost got killed?? FOUL)

Btw Like HOW strong is she to be able to hide a gunshot would to her abdomen?? My girl is STURDY

And her ikran bringing Neytiri and Jake to Y/N!! Neytiri was so sad she got her ikran (I think it’s something that will be talked about again 😭)

[..] Father is angry, I don’t—”

“Nonsense.” Incredulous and enraged suddenly about something you couldn’t put a finger on [..]

Ik Jake was scared, but man, he chose to go THE wrong way about it 😭, I mean IGNORING her??

[..] “Don’t tell him! Don’t tell father! He’ll really kill me for this—”

“No, no no no,” she shook her head, frenzied, tone cracked from beginning to end. “Do not say that. Don’t you ever say that—”

[..] “He’ll be so angry,” you begged, pleading, pink spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth. The sound of gurgling accompanying the words you forced your whole body to form. “You can’t tell him — you can’t! He already hates me!” [..]

“Please don’t be mad,” you shuddered, meek and unsteady, tunnel vision flickering at the edges only perceiving him. “It’s my fault—I’m sorry—please don’t be angry—”

[..] he didn’t even want to hear you talking. 

And you fulfilled his wish. 

YOU ARE CRUSHING MY HEART PLS 😭

It’s battered to the ground, it’s been stepped on and spit on

Her siblings are going to be so horrified, I can only imagine Neteyam’s guilt (he was so worried, poor boy) and Lo’ak’s 😭 (He was mocking her so much, such sibling behavior lmao, but I think he will feel like very BAD about it, but who knows??)

“The way Neytiri is going to smear your face with blood eerily the same pattern as she’s freaking out is going to be so symbolic — that this is your ceremonial paint and what a bad omen it is. A direct punishment from Eywa made clear to your parents”

IRMA, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT 🤨

Pls this is going to hurt so good 😭

Thank you so much!! ❤️❤️

(I’m so tired, my energy was sucked off from that exam, I hope there are not any mistakes lmao)

HI RAMBLE ANON, please don't worry about it, ur not obligated to send me these amazing messages in the first place, I will be happy regardless whenever or ifever I get them, I will always be thankful! I hope your exam results will be exactly how you wanted them to be 💞💞

YEAHHHHH SHE AND LO'AK ARE JUST MENACES TOGETHER!! I remember talking about this in another ask, but I have to say I really imagine Sister!Reader traumatizing Aonung for almost getting Lo'ak killed, like, the scene I have in my mind goes like: even after Lo'ak and Aonung reach a mutual understanding and empathy, to make him feel the hopelessness and abandonment her brother felt, she takes Aonung as high as they can in her ikran and just plays acrobatics with him 😭 Aonung thinks he'll literally die DHSJDS She is NOT playing around. When Jake is about to scold her (but really is SUPER proud she disguised it as "friends being pals") she is like "well i had to teach him not to mess with my siblings again. in good sport, of course. like you said" and Jake can barely stop the smirk LMAOOOO

And the ikran colors! I really love your headcanon of Kiri's ikran being the tree of souls' colors OH MY GOD!

Part of why I answered this question too late was that I didn't want to reveal sister!reader's ikran's colors bc it was supposed to be a surprise! But DUDUNNNN it's Toruk's color scheme!!! Not the prettiest color palette but it's 🤙🏻symbolic🤙🏻 you know? And sister!reader is the only one having a warm-colored ikran in her family. All the others have pretty forest-colored ones. She is all fire.

Also, Jake was so busy panicking about Quaritch and how they literally went undetected right under his nose that he forgot 😭 It's good angst material, though. His mind is always on how to protect that he fails to most of the time. (Am I a jake apologist???? GASP)

AND EHEHEH I HOPE YOU LIKE THE BLOODIED IKNIMAYA MOMENT IN THE NEW CHAPTER, I SAID WHAT I SAID!

Thank you so much for this! I hope you have an amazing day <33

#irma mirma ask mask #irmanons: ramble anon