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palepinkycat · 2 years

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R. Respect: What qualities does your OC admire in other people?

V. Value: Is your OC more selfish or selfless? What would they sacrifice for a loved one? What would they sacrifice for a stranger?

Y. Young: How has your OC been influenced by their past? Are they a better person because of their past, or a worse one?

For Cillian, Seva and Marcel?

Thanks so much for the ask!!! It turned out a bit long so I'll put the answers under the cut. Also, just a heads up that I mention some mental health and family issues in the answer to the Y question for Cillian!

Cillian

R. Respect: What qualities does your OC admire in other people?

✨ Miriam Hawke ✨ He admires Miriam, she's the only person he actually gets along with and he has no idea why. Maybe it's the fact that he's created his own idealized version of her (they used to exchange letters for years but didn't have a chance to actually spend some time together until their reunion in Kirkwall) or the fact that she's the exact opposite of him. I mean, she doesn't care about anyone's opinions, she doesn't really care about anything to be honest, he wishes he could do that. It might also be the fact that she's the only person who doesn't make him feel worthless. Anyways, he can't really tell what qualities he admires in people, sometimes he just meets someone and thinks ''wow''. It's usually people who are older/smarter/more experienced than him though.

V. Value: Is your OC more selfish or selfless? What would they sacrifice for a loved one? What would they sacrifice for a stranger?

Oh, he'd like to say he's selfish but I have to disagree, I'd say he's somewhere in-between. What would he sacrifice for a loved one? Absolutely everything. And for a stranger? Well, he did save this one annoying elf's life even though he was wounded and had no idea where to go. He also gave him his food, he probably regretted it later but Seva has that effect on people.

Y. Young: How has your OC been influenced by their past? Are they a better person because of their past, or a worse one?

Cillian's always been a very shy person, he never had any friends and his relationship with his mother was complicated, to say the least - she was generally a really toxic person. His father died when he was six, that's when his mother fell into depression which made things even worse. He loved her but he also hated her for hurting him and making him feel like he wasn't worthy of her love - he was an only child and therefore an heir to his family so that didn’t make it easier. I'd say this was when Cill first started to think that he needed to earn people's affection and it's gotten to the point where he became obsessed. He was taken to the Circle at the age of 9, he felt extremely lonely, he missed his mother and was terrified with the idea of dissapointing her. He started seeing one of the teachers as a mother figure, he unwittingly chose a person who wasn't satisfied with any of his achievements - while another rejection was painful, it was the sort of pain so familiar that it almost felt comforting. Long story short, these and other similar experiences led to the development of Cillian's toxic relationship patterns. He doesn't get attached to people easily but once he does, he gets extremely jealous and fixated on them, he always feels like he isn't enough and takes rejection very personally. He also deals with lots of intense, often conflicting emotions that he has no idea how to process - he was taught that showing them was a weakness. I can't tell if his past made him into a better or a worse person, despite all his problems he's a really sensitive person who wants to make the world at least a slightly better place, he just needs someone to pay for his therapy first 🙃

Seva

R. Respect: What qualities does your OC admire in other people?

I'd say kindness. He doesn't judge people by their cover, he really doesn't care if they're smart, shy, talented or anything else as long as they're kind. He's like a labrador puppy who'll gladly follow you around if he considers you a good person.

V. Value: Is your OC more selfish or selfless? What would they sacrifice for a loved one? What would they sacrifice for a stranger?

Definitely selfless, he's the kind of person who loves making others smile and tries to see the best in people, at least most of the time. The Blight changed his attitude a lot but he's not a Cillian level pessimist yet. He'd sacrifice whatever it takes for his people and loved ones. As for strangers - it depends, he found an orphaned Qunari girl and took her in - he basically adopted Asin, she's his child now and I don't make the rules. He's not very fond of humans though so I'd say they are the only exception. He probably wouldn't help a human in need, aside from Cillian and Wynne of course.

Y. Young: How has your OC been influenced by their past? Are they a better person because of their past, or a worse one?

It's safe to say that his childhood and teenage years were the best time of his life. He was happy, always surrounded by friends and family - this might have contributed to the fact that he was never properly taught to deal with loneliness. He struggles a lot with that, he's also not used to silence, it makes him feel extremely uncomfortable. I'd say he grew up a bit sheltered, he had no idea what the world outside of his clan looked like and wasn't ready to face the harsh reality. Still, these are very minor things, the event that affected him the most was definitely watching the members of his clan being slaughtered and pretty much everything that happened later (the battle of Ostagar and the Blight). He became very withdrawn. He was never a vengeful person, he used to believe everyone deserved to live, he even promised to never pick up a sword but those events changed his attitude completely. He no longer believes in justice unless he's the one who serves it - he makes sure it's painful.

Marcel

R. Respect: What qualities does your OC admire in other people?

Answered here

V. Value: Is your OC more selfish or selfless? What would they sacrifice for a loved one? What would they sacrifice for a stranger?

Selfish or maybe extremely pragmatic. He actually feels bad about it, sometimes. There are moments when he tries to convince himself that he's doing things out of good will but there's something like a quiet voice in the back of his head calculating what will he gain from it and he just can't get rid of that voice. He would sacrifice a lot for his loved ones but he probably wouldn't give his life for them. Well, the older Marcel would but the older Marcel knows that he's going to die soon anyway and, to be honest, he can't wait for it so I don't think you can call that a sacrifice. And for a stranger? Not much but, once again, it depends on what would he get in return.

Y. Young: How has your OC been influenced by their past? Are they a better person because of their past, or a worse one?

Marcel's spent most of his childhood running away from the Templars. His mother, Revka, wasn't really used to the harsh conditions they both found themselves in so he was forced to grow up fast and depend mostly on himself, being locked up in the Circle certainly didn't help. All of these experiences shaped him into a rather private person - don't get me wrong, he loves attention, he loves being praised, he's very charismatic and loves talking to people, just not about himself. He has some serious trust issues, he struggles to maintain relationships, he can't express affection and the thought of showing his vulnerability to anyone terrifies him. Of course he hides all those things behind a mask of sarcasm. I should also mention that Morrigan's betrayal affected him deeply. She was his first love, the only person he's ever been this vulnerable with and she broke his heart and made a fool out of him. After that he became really cold and reserved in his relationships, he'd promised himself that he'd never allow it to happen again. He started hurting the ones he loved on purpose, this sort of made him feel like he had an upper hand. He actually did the same thing Morrigan did to him, he left his daughter and pregnant wife without a word and never saw them again.

#dragon age origins #dao #warden amell #warden mahariel #ask #oc:cillian #oc:seva #oc:marcel #varric met miriam's family and most of them were pretty cool and chill - aside from her uncle - but he hasn't met her cousin yet #i imagine he'd invite marcel to some tavern and after a while he'd be like FUCK NO #too much sass and problems to handle #he'd probably like cillian though #another problem child to adopt #cill is literally like 'you hate me and think i'm stupid? great let's be friends' while seva is like #'you think i'm annoying and want me to shut up?? cool i never will we're best friends now uwu'#someone please tell them this isn't how relationships work

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magewritesstories · 2 months

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[ ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ ] ᴄᴏᴏʟ ɢɪʀʟ

summary; some bnha characters dating a cool black-cat girl (bc i'm listening to the Ghost album by diljit dosanjh rn and thats the vibes it gives off) included characters --- izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari tw; none, it's literally just fluff note; if you want these headcanons with diff mha characters i'd write them! also i'm not a black-cat person at all so sorry if its not super accurate. word count; 909 words

IZUKU MIDORIYA;

He's so surprised first of all, like this poor baby is so in love with you but the fact that you love him back?! He's absolutely over the moon.

You might be surprised when I say this but not a lot of people are surprised at the fact that the two of you are dating—because of course the adorable dork who can never shut up pulled the chill, calm popular girl.

You're the first person to decode his mumble language, and just nod along like it's completely normal

speaking of his rambles, you just happily listen and let him rant until he realizes he's ranting and then he stops and looks at you so calmly smiling and listening and he almost passes out because he's overwhelmed by feels.

"I think that Kamui Woods would probably be the best match for her, you know considering the fact that he could use laquered prison to—" Izuku cut himself off when he realized he'd been ranting on about what hero vs hero matches would be cool to see and who would win.

You're sitting in front of him, the ends of your lips quirked up slightly as you swirl your favourite drink and look at him. "Something wrong, sweetie?" You ask, tilting your head slightly to the right as you rest it in your palm.

"I–I'm sorry," He quickly apologized, freckled cheeks tinting red as he felt your gaze stay on him, "I–I've been ranting, and–and you must be bored... I'm sorry."

"I didn't say that," You reply calmly, "I like listening to your rants—they're cute, and not to mention informative."

His already big green eyes widen even more. "R–really? I mean are you sure?"

You let out a soft chuckle and nod. "Mhm, now, will you tell me about how Kamui Woods would beat Mt. Lady?" You ask, giving him another soft smile.

Izuku visibly brightens as he happily continues his rant.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU;

How? Just how?

That's the first thing people think, because why would someone as cool and calm as you date someone as hotheaded as him?

Everyone around you is so confused (Denki literally brain-fries himself trying to understand.)

But then they see the way you stare down Bakugou without even flinching and manage to calm him down and all of a sudden it just clicks.

It's not really a rare occurrence—Katsuki's shouting his head off about some algebra equation Denki doesn't understand.

"What is so hard to understand, you damn dunderhead?!" The explosive blond shouts, practically jumping over the table towards Denki.

You're sitting in the library with the rest of the BakuSquad and have already been warned twice to keep it down.

"Katsuki, calm down," You say, looking up from your own homework.

He turns to you with an annoyed expression. "I'll calm down when this idiot stops being so damn stupid."

You match the glare he's giving you. "We're going to get kicked out," You reply, placing a hand on his arm to pull him back, "I'm sure Denki will understand whatever you're trying to explain to him if you just chill out."

Bakugou glares at you for a whole minute before huffing and falling down in his seat.

Everyone at the table stares at the two of you in disbelief. Katsuki just glares at them, as if he's daring them to say anything about what just transpired.

"So, Denki," You continue, turning towards your blond friend as if nothing out of the ordinary happened, "What is it you didn't understand?"

KAMINARI DENKI;

He's your polar opposite, and that's what makes it work

Kaminari is known for his cheesy pick-up lines and dumb flirting tactics, so when he tries one on you he does not expect it to work at all

but then it does??!!? (his brain malfunctions ngl)

Oh boy, he's drowning you with cheesy cards, pick-up lines, etc just to hear that cute little giggle again (he prides himself on the fact that he's the only one that can get you to giggle)

The bell signalling the second break rang ten minutes ago, but you're still sitting at your desk.

"Hey, Y/N," Denki's voice sounds even louder than usual in the empty classroom, "Watcha doin'?"

You don't reply, simply pulling up your geography textbook to show him the cover.

"Oh, we're covering the greenhouse effect right?" He questions, pulling up a chair to sit in front of you.

He leans his head on his palm, blonde hair falling in his eyes as he stares at you full of admiration.

"You know it's all your fault right?" He says, with a small smirk on his face.

You know your boyfriend well enough to know he's up to some stupid shit, but you decide to bite anyway. "What's all my fault, babe?"

"Global warming, it's your fault," He smiles like he didn't just accuse you of something like warming up the entire earth, "Because you're so hot."

You blink twice and then shake your head in disbelief. "You can do better than that," You reply simply, turning back to your notes.

Denki sees this as encouragement. "Oh yeah?" He asks in his most flirty voice, placing a hand under your chin, "Well, I must be a snowflake, because I've fallen for you."

Now, granted, this pickup line is even worse than the first one but it's just stupid enough to elicit a giggle out of you.

"You're an idiot."

"Yeah, but I'm your idiot."

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taehyunsluvr · 2 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Boy Next Door ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

warnings: sub!soobin, afab!reader, dom!reader, making out, friends to strangers to lovers, nerd!soobin, nicknames (noona, soobie), kinda leg riding?, first time, pervert!soobin, not proofread

a/n: short, kinda a random idea but fits him. We all know he'd he such a boob guy. Theres lore guys theres lore okay trust me

!!MDNI!!

Everyone labels him the "nerd" of the neighborhood because he's kind of the guy everyone uses for homework answers. Your friends, they can be a bit harsh. They sorta.. kinda.. bully him? That sounds realllyyy bad but really all they do is tease him from time to time. For small things like his glasses, the way he dresses, yk the usually things. And yeah, you've laughed along a few times. It felt wrong, but it was worth it to be friends with them.

Though he's always kinda been your friend, secretly. He helped you out with math when you were practically failing, listened to your endless rants about whatever drama was going down at school, and never asked for anything back. Thats just all he was though, always there, kind of like part of the scenery of your life you never really paid much attention to.

Then randomly at school, Soobin comes up to you. He's looks of nervous, which honestly wasn't that weird for him. He purposefully tried to meet you when your friends were getting snacks during your break.

"Y/n," he mutters, "there's something I really need to tell you." You just stare at him. You were kind of annoyed because if your friends saw you they would never shut up about you talking to him. "I like you, more than a friend like. I've felt this way for a while but didn't say anything because I know how it is with your friends..I know you laugh with them, and it's cool but we're graduating soon so I didn't want to miss the opportunity." You didn't really give him an answer. You just stared at him, mouth open slightly and with a confused expression before he walked away.

It pissed you off that he just HAD to tell you. It was awkward as HELLL and now you couldn't even ask him for help with work. And not to mention finals were like in a week. And now you stood in your kitchen, pissed of because your mom told you 5 minutes ahead of time that the Choi's would be coming to your house to have dinner. Was this a joke? Well you wanted to make the best of it. At least you could play around with him for the time you had. You tried slightly with your outfit and makeup, but no too hard. When the door opened and his family entered, you were sitting on the couch. You got up to greet them all, glancing at Soobin. He had his usual black framed glasses on, and a plain outfit.

"Hey you came." You waved slightly to him. He VERY awkwardly waved back, looking at his feet avoiding eye contact. "Mom we'll be in my room." Now this would sound suspicious if it wasn't for the fact that you've known each other since you've worn diapers. You both made your way up your stairs, and into your room. "You can sit on my bed if you want." He nodded silently. "Soo.. anything new with you?" You wanted to talk about something, ANYTHING to break this awkward suffocating feeling. It wasn't just awkward, but you were also still pissed. You weren't pissed at the fact that he abruptly confessed, but more by the fact that he didn't let you give a proper response. He constantly avoided you at school and pretended not to be home when you brought stuff over to his house for his family. Did he think he was alone with his feelings?

"Some people started a rumor at school.." He said breaking the silence again. "They said we're a couple. You raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? You sure you didn't start the rumor yourself?" You teased. He looked genuinely bothered. You scoweled. "What? Does it make you that unfomfortable that people think we're dating?" He quickly retorted, "N-no..! I just thought it might make you.. annoyed"

"Ill decide for myself how I feel, thanks, I dont need you deciding that."

"thats not what I meant.. I'm sorry noona.." He said repentually.

"I never even got to respond to you that day. Maybe the rumors would have been true if you let me speak." You said moving slightly closer to him on your bed. He looked confused.

"My answer is I like you too, and I do want to date you. So does that answer suit you? Or were you expecting rejection?" he paused. He felt a bit embarrassed when you so bluntly expressed your feelings to him. He wasn't expecting a positive reaction, so he felt hesitant on if he should speak or stay quite.

"H-huh?" He couldn't tell if you were teasing him or not. "If you're actually serious then why didn't you just tell me then?"

"Because you didn't give me the opportunity to. Well its good we got that out of the way. I'm actually really excited now. We can do tons of fun couple things." She said facing him.

"We-w-what?" The whole mood shifted. A moment ago you guy's were all serious, which was totally out of character for you. Soobin was taken by surprise as you leaned closer. "What 'couple things' are you talking about..?" His voice broke as he spoke.

"we could play around and.." she leaned closer to whisper to him, "I would even.. let you touch them." She leaned back away from him and laughed hysterically while cupping her chest in her hands.

Soobin felt his entire face immideitatly turn red and his heart rate shoot up. He felt like he could die from embarassment as he felt his body heat up because of the teasing. He could only slightly nod. "W-well I guess.. we can do that.."

"Oh so you're admitting to being a pervert?"

"I-it's.. not like that" He said answering quickly. "I'm not.." it was a joke you often said to him before.

"You've thought about it before haven't u? How they felt?"

"W-well.. um.. yeah.. I have thought about it.. but that doesn't make me a perv.." His face flushed even more than before.

"It totally does. But your wish is my command." She took his big hand and placed it on her chest. Soobin immediately felt a sudden warmth on his hand. It was like every nerve was being stimulated, and his breath began to become more heavy as his heart rate increased. You never knew boobs turned guys on this much. Or maybe it was just Soobin..

"You like it right?" You teased.

"W-well, I mean.. they're- they look really soft and I.." He trailed off and he was stuttering profusely. It was already too much for him to handle.

"you're already this flustered from feeling my clothed chest?' He nodded in a mix of shame and embarrassment. His face was completely red now. You wanted to test his limits. You leaned onto him, pressing a soft gentle kiss onto his lips. You just wanted to test the waters. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt the unexpected sensation. He hesitated for a moment before slowly parting his plush lips. The kiss became more rough, and you pulled his waist, so once he attempted to pull away, naturally he fell onto his back on your bed. He gasped for air, his body trembling under yours. His hands moved up to your shoulders, trying to push you away but finding it almost impossible to resist. The warm touch of your hand started to spread all around his torso as your fingers began to run over his skin. He let a groan before speaking, "M-Mmph...p-please don't.. dont't stop.." You moved your mouth down to his kneck, slowly trailing kisses down his sensitive skin.

A shiver ran down his spine, and he let out more groans as he tried to hold onto u, not wanting you to stop. You lifted up his plain tee revealing his chest. You brought one of his even more sensitive nipples into your mouth, gently sucking. Soobin let out a soft moan, and he couldn't help but arch his back slightly. You could feel his heartbeat now, and he could feel himself getting harder under your touch. You felt it. It was huge. Wasn't he the nerd everyone asked for homework answers? Why did god give him everything. Looks, brains, and a huge cock. She let out a teasing laugh.

"Somone's excited." She lifted her knee in between his legs.

"M-mhhh..mm n-noona.." His moans became even more intense as you pushed into his hard erection through his sweatpants. He couldn't hold it in anymore. "M-more..please," he managed to whisper between ragged breaths. She gave attention to his swollen nipple while still pushing her knee into him. The sensations were overwhelming. His body trembled. He pressed his hips forward in an attempt to get closer to the sensation you were creating. "Fuck.. I can't take m-more.." His voice strained. "Mm.." He tried to hold back, but as soon as he felt your hand slip down under his sweatpants onto his hardness he couldn't help but make noises of pleasure.

"Shhh.. these walls aren't sound proof soobie." You told him, knowing there was no way anyone downstairs could hear if they couldn't hear your blasting music that you usually played on your speaker. His body tensed up and he felt himself about to climax, his hips bucking forward. "noona I'm- I-" With a suppressed and strained moan he released his seed into his sweatpants, panting heavily as the wave of pleasure washed over him. He took a second to fully come down to realize the situation. His legs still twitching, he felt both incredibly embarrassed and incredibly speechless.

"Oh- by the way I'm sorry for laughing with my friends.. before.." She had a complete 360 in the way she treated him but he didn't even seem to notice-- or care. "I-i don't even care anymore." He said calmly. "Can you grab me a tissue?"

#txt hard hours #sub!soobin #nerd!soobin #loser!soobin #txt smut

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irkimatsu · 2 months

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AHHHHHH I love Husk and your content is by far my FAVORITE 😍 the sweet, the smut, the little bit of both...I love it all.

So I have a cute idea for this one. Neko!reader x husk. The reader isn't fully cat, but has the ears and tail, a cat-like face and of course the mannerisms. Husk is crushing hard and thinks that she (or they, whichever pronouns :) ) is cute and nonchalantly points out that it's adorable when her ears twitch. And then she's like, "And you wonder why we're always messing with you, eyy Kitten?" which makes him all flustered and he can't even say anything.

I can just picture them doing the equivalent of holding hands only their tails wrapped around each other 😚😚

Thank you so much for enjoying my writing!

I envisioned Reader as an anthro like Husk; I'm hoping that's what you meant with your description! Reader gets drunk and rants to Husk about cat instincts, Husk offers some advice, light flirting and flustered Husk ensues. I hope this is close enough to what you wanted! 1.2k words, SFW, female reader!

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You’ve had way too much to drink.

It’s not like you’re inexperienced at drinking; you knew the hard stuff you were knocking back would be enough to get you wasted. That was the point. Maybe if you got drunk enough, you could shut off the stupid cat instincts that hadn’t left you alone since the moment you died. The exercises you’ve been doing at this hotel for the past few months may have taught you things like not stealing and believing in the power of friendship, but there hadn’t yet been any lessons on how to stop swiping at your own tail every time it entered the corner of your field of vision.

You’re not sure if the alcohol has turned off the instincts, but it sure has turned on your mouth. Without thinking about what you’re saying, you’ve been ranting to the bartender for the past thirty minutes, barely pausing to take a breath. Surely he doesn’t mind, right? Not only are bartenders supposed to listen when their customers want to bitch, but he’s in the exact same position as you are as far as species goes!

“...and the fuckin’ hairballs!” is the latest thought in your stream of word vomit. “I thought mucus was bad! Hairballs! They get stuck in my throat, and they itch like hell until I can cough ‘em up!”

“They sell stuff down here to take care of that,” the bartender says, pouring you another drink without you asking. “It tastes like shit, but it works. I don’t get ‘em anymore unless I forget to drink it.”

“And what about shedding?!” you continue on as if he didn’t say anything. “It’s impossible to keep my room clean! It’s like the more I clean up, the more fur there is!”

“Niffty’s been helpin’ me with that since I met her. She gets pissed about the fur I leave everywhere otherwise. She ain’t gentle with that brush, though.”

You take another gulp of your drink and slam it down onto the bar. “Fuck, think I just swallowed some fur…”

“You haven’t even been dead for a year yet, right?” Husk asks. “ That’s barely anything. Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to get used to being a cat. Some of the bullshit never goes away, but it becomes part of you.”

“Do you like being a cat?” you ask.

He laughs at your question. “Hell no! But what choice do I have? There’s no going back to bein’ human for any of us. May as well learn how to deal with it.” He takes a gulp of his own drink, not even bothering to pour it into a glass. “If ya want, I can take you to a good supply place sometime. They’ve got good products if you can put up with the fact that it looks like a fuckin’ pet store.”

“Hmm…” you neither accept nor deny his offer. You only take another drink, swallowing more damn fur in the process. That’s definitely gonna lead to some late-night hairballs. “It’s so annoying…” you whine as you plop your chin on the bar. “Why couldn’t I have been something cool? You know I saw a giant lizard the other day? Lucky bastard…”

“Bet they have a hell of a time findin’ clothes,” he says. “Or even gettin’ into places to begin with.”

“And even you got wings…” you continue on.

“Yeah. Wings. I get to clean up after fur and feathers, and if I don’t find the perfect position while sleeping the fuckin’ things go numb.” He takes your glass away, but you’re too lost in your own self-pity to protest. “We’ve all gotta get used to our new bodies when we get down here, and I doubt it’d be any different if we somehow got into heaven. Just gotta make the best of it.” He turns around to put away some bottles. “Besides, it’s not all bad. At least you’re cute.”

“...what was that?” you say, not expecting that word out of Husk’s mouth.

“I said you’re cute. Everyone thinks cats are cute, don’t they? Even I liked ‘em when I was alive. I don’t want to be one, but you can’t resist their mannerisms, can ya? The big eyes, the soft fur…”

He turns around just in time to see your right ear flicking in annoyance from the condescension. “The twitchy ears…”

You smirk, knowing the weight of what you’re about to say next but too drunk to stop yourself. “So now you get why Angel and I are always commenting on your mannerisms, eh, kitty?”

“Whoa! Hey!” His fur bristles, and you know you shouldn’t find his own agitation cute, but you can’t help yourself. It helps you understand the way he was just talking to you, at least. “That’s different! You’re a young lady! You died at, what, 25? You’re supposed to be cute! I’m an old man who drank myself to death. Nothin’ cute about that.”

“You’ve still got the big eyes and the soft fur…” you continue on.

He groans in response. “If you were a stranger saying that shit to me, I’d kill you.”

“So what makes me so special?” Your tail waves playfully behind you, and he’s obviously following it with his eyes and blushing.

“I…” he starts, but never manages to come up with the rest of the sentence. “Jesus Christ,” is all he has to offer before grabbing a couple of glasses from the shelf. He fills them both with water, then carries them around to the other side of the bar.

“Here,” he says as he sets one of the glasses in front of you. “Drink this. You’re gonna feel like shit in the morning. May as well not be dehydrated on top of everything else.”

You stare at the cup as he takes a seat on the stool next to you. “How do you resist the urge to knock cups over?” you ask.

“Lots of self-control,” he says with a smirk before guzzling his glass in one go.

You place your paw on the side of the glass, originally intending to pick it up, but an overwhelming spark takes over your brain, and you start easing the cup toward the edge of the bar. Husk grabs it and places it back where it started before it can crash to the floor.

“You’ll get used to it,” he assures you. He’s finished his water, but for a reason you can’t determine, he’s still sitting next to you.

“How long have you been down here?” you ask. “A couple years?”

“Mmm… fifty?” he guesses. “Almost as long as I was alive, at this point.”

“Fifty years?!” you exclaim. “And you still have to deal with cat instincts?!”

He shrugs. “Like I said, it never goes away. Just gotta get used to it, take the good with the bad.”

“The good…” you repeat. “Like being cute?”

“Oh, shut up,” he says. “...but in your case… yeah. Like being cute.”

You finally manage to pick up your water without giving into the desire for destruction. As you take a sip, something feathery starts to tickle against your tail. You look over at Husk from the corner of your eye. He’s trying to be nonchalant, not even looking at you, but there’s only one thing that could be brushing against you right now.

Without looking, you shift your tail, allowing it to curl around Husk’s. Husk curls his around yours in turn, your tail tips forming a spiral that just barely reaches the floor.

It’s the closest he’ll get to flirting for now. You’ll take what you can get.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel husk x reader #hazbin husk x reader #irk blubbers about nothing #irk got asked a thing #irk talks to strangers #irk huskposts

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l0v3morales · 10 months

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𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗲

❁𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀.

❁𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗘𝟰𝟮 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗠. 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿.

❁𝗜𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT88bTehR/

You've had a terrible day today so, you decide to call your best friend Miles. You had a small crush on Miles, you'd never tell him that though. You didn't think he could ever even like you back, so you just decided you'd never tell him. Luckily, Miles picks up the phone after 2 rings.

"Miles?"

"Hey ma, what's up?"

"I really just need to get out the house, wanna go for a drive?"

"Be there in five."

He picks you up, and you guys talk and drive around for the longest time. Already, you feel so much better.

"Shittt, I gotta get more gas."

"Oh, no problem."

You guys stop at the gas station, he rolls down the window while he gets gas and leans on the window cell to talk to you.

"Ma, how bout after this we-"

He's cutoff by 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 approaching him, "Hi! I love your car!"

"Oh, thanks."

"Your braids also look really nice. Oh! I loveee your shoes, I have a similar pair back at home."

"Yeah, that's cool." Feeling jealous, you lift your hand up and just start playing with his fingers to see what he would do. Miles notices this, and looks down and smirks at you 𝘣𝘶𝘵 he keeps talking to the girl.

"Sooo, how about we have a date sometime?" Now, you squeeze his hand and he squeezes it back.

"Na, I gotta go. My girl's in the car." What did he just say? 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭? You feel your heart flutter at his words, but you just play it off.

Miles just get's back in the car and says, "So, we gonna talk about that?"

"Talk about what? The woman that clearly wanted in your pants? There's nothing to talk about."

"Oh na, there's clearly something to talk about." He reaches over and grabs your hand and holds it in his lap. You try to move your hand away, but he just squeezes it harder.

"I don't know. There's nothing to talk about. Just take me home."

"Aight, whatever you say." He just drives you home, but the whole car ride there's just complete silence. Once you finally arrive home, you quickly unbuckle your seatbelt and bolt to your house. Unfortunately for you, he's on your tail and he's running after you. Your about to shut the door, but he gets inside before you can shut it.

"We're gonna talk about it." He demands

"There is nothing to talk about! I knew she was annoying you, so I was just trying to play it off."

"Uh uh, that didn't happen. You're gonna tell me the truth."

"What truth is there to tell?!"

"You were jealous."

"What? No I wasn't!"

"Wrong answer. You didn't want me going out with her."

"I.. no, you can do whatever you want."

"Mmm hm, wrong answer." He starts to cage you in up against the wall, "I'm gonna ask you one more time, 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴?"

"Oh please, if roles were reversed you would have been fine, it's whatever."

"Na, I wouldn't have been."

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?"

"Every guy that touches you, talks to you, hell even looks at you ma, I try not to loose my shit. So na, I wouldn't have been fine, I woulda been jealous. I also would've been able to tell you that."

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵??"

"Please, don't act like you don't know. So, 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴?"

"Yeah.." You say barley under a mumble, lowering your head in embarrassment. Miles takes a step back from you. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦.

"Finally, right answer."

Before you can even respond, he leans in and kisses you. Cupping your face with one hand, while the other slithers around your waist pulling you closer.

#miles morales #miles morales earth 42 #miles x reader #miles x y/n #miles x you #the avengers #aesthetic #writers #ao3 #jealousy #jealous reader #jealous miles

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hamburgerhelpersotherhand · 10 days

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Infatuation Rewritten - Chapter 1

Joe Goldberg x Reader (ft. Love Quinn)

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Summary: Love's longtime friend moves back to LA. Fortunately, Joe (Will) never had too much trouble adapting (Season 2).

Warnings: Alcohol consumption (we're all adults here), Joe actually loses his mind a little at the end.

Now for something nobody expected! The long-awaited rewrite for Infatuation... I have 40 pages of this, by the way. I'd like for *some* of them to see the light of day... and so I've told myself: If I wait for it to be perfect, It'll never be posted. I hope you all enjoy, and feel free to share your thoughts! xoxo Ona

My eyes roamed the list of names by the front door of the apartment complex. There were about four total, so finding yours was the easiest part. The hardest step came in the form of mustering up the courage to press the buzzer. But, was it really a trouble with courage? The more I thought, as my finger hovered over the button, the more I began to consider it to be uncertainty.

I pause and reach my other hand into my pocket. My fingers slide across the screen of your phone, and I remind myself why I'm here. Simply put, I’m here to give you your phone back. I found it on the passenger’s seat of my car and almost thought to tell Love… Instantly, a part of me knew she would’ve pried it from my grip to give to you herself – and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity for us to speak again, this time unmonitored by her perceptive gaze and sharp ears… and without the alcohol in your system.

Last night, you clung to Love as she touched you tenderly, playing the role of your dutiful sober saviour. She hosted a dinner and she invited her friends. One of them was you.

“A good friend,” She had called you. The last she’d spoken to you was ten years ago, and I guess I hadn’t realized good friends stay out of reach for a decade at a time. It didn’t matter how much time had split you two apart, though, because Love embraced you with a warm smile and open arms. There wasn’t any malice, no judgement either. She was just happy to have you back in her life. When you got too drunk to take public transportation, Love tried to coax you into staying the night. You wouldn’t budge, even with a slipping tongue, fluttering eyes, and a head too heavy to stay upright. So she compromised: you let her coddle you, sober you up just enough, and I drove you home. It wasn’t even that late, Love just couldn't stop pouring you wine after wine after wine. You seemed like you needed it, though. Tense as you were. Pent up little thing.

“What’s your relationship like with Love?” I asked, feeling rather bold with your inebriated self. The image of her hand resting on your thigh flashed in my mind. I laughed. “She hadn’t mentioned you until you’d moved back to LA. She practically can't shut up about you now.”

You shifted in your seat like a child. No position in my car seemed comfortable for you, and you had made it more than obvious.

“She’s a good friend.” You responded and looked out the window like it meant something. Love had said the same thing — I believed you both — but I felt as though you were withholding something else from the conversation. The annoying bell on your purse jingles as you tuck it closer to your side.

“You two seem close. Should I be concerned?” I then asked teasingly, laughing to fill the awkward tension of a silent car ride. I wanted to spark something in you, but you brushed it off as you curled your arms around your waist.

“I think I had too much to drink…” I glanced at you, and I was suddenly nervous. Your coat was askew, hanging off your shoulders. I knew you were drunk, but your direct announcement sounded to me as a warning.

“Tell me if you need to throw up, okay?” You slowly nodded before slotting your forehead against the cool car window. We remained like that until you got home, choosing to stumble your way for a block to feel a semblance of privacy – but I watched you walk up those steps. I knew your building, and you were still too fucked up to realize.

I pull your phone out of my pocket and look it over one more time. My thumb runs over the plastic case before turning it around and looking at myself in the black reflection.

Your phone is dead. Has been since I found it. None of my chargers fit into the port, unsurprisingly. It’s one of those phones where the keyboard slides out, for Pete's sake. Your phone is more than a few generations old. A brick. I chewed my fingers raw trying anything I could to get it started again – I wanted to pry, really. I’ll be honest with you here, I really wanted this glimpse into your personal affairs.

I wondered, exasperatedly, about what you were hiding behind this screen. Clutching it tighter into my palm, I lift my free hand and press the buzzer.

A few long moments after the sound, I hear a click.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N. It’s Will –” I begin to say, ready to explain myself in the same manner I had rehearsed at home, eating breakfast, in the car, and on my way up the steps. However, you cut me off immediately.

“Do you have my phone?”

My heart skips a beat and I’m momentarily stunned. I blink a few times before speaking.

“Yeah, actually.” I replied. “I found it on the passenger seat this morning, I guess I didn't see it when I got home last night.”

“I’m going to buzz you in.” Perfect.

After hearing the buzzer, the door clicked. I made my way inside. The stairs were wooden and creaky, the walls showing obvious water damage, and the lights hummed obnoxiously. Obviously, none of this was of your doing. Your landlord just didn’t care.

Your door’s paint was chipping off, revealing the cracked wooden layer underneath, but the rusted numbers on your door somehow looked worse. I knocked.

I heard the shuffling of your feet from behind the door before it opened. When your head peeked out, you gave me a smile and extended your hand.

I momentarily look at it, thinking… Right. I drop your phone into your awaiting palm. I almost thought you wanted me to reach out as well. That would’ve been too good, right?

“May I use your bathroom?” I ask.

Your mouth opens momentarily, as you look away and off to the side. There’s nothing there, you’re simply thinking it through and disappearing into your head again.

“Sure.” You then reply, reluctantly scooting back and giving me my first glimpse into your apartment.

If only you knew how ecstatic I was to slip through the crack of your front door. My heart thumps excitedly, as I waste no time looking around. By the door sits a coat hanger with a few pairs of shoes around its feet.

“Should I take off my boots?” I ask.

“Yeah, actually. I’d appreciate it.”

I untie the laces and slip them off my feet. Then, just as I drop them by the coat hanger, you beckon me to follow.

Your apartment is a fair size, with one large space making up both the kitchen and the living room. Right of the front door, a short hallway leads us to a room. As you continue past the door, I slow myself and look to my left. Your hallway has a little louvred closet, and I can’t help but reach out and open it. There’s nothing exciting inside, only white bed sheets.

“The bathroom is over here.” I suddenly hear you say from within the bedroom. I close the closet and hurry along, hesitantly making my way into your room.

I examine the layout of your furniture: your bed is made, your dresser tucked away in the corner, your desk by the window, and your small bookcase right by its side. I take another look toward your window: It overlooks the front of the building, I think. I want to look around more, but I’ve already entered an uncomfortable silence through this simple observation… you’re bound to find it weird. Hell, you’re already finding it weird – my being here – if your reluctance to me using your bathroom is anything to go by.

“Thanks.” I tell you, nodding in your direction and scooting by to enter the bathroom. I peer over my shoulder, however, and take another peek into your bedroom before shutting the door.

In the bathroom, I made my way to the toilet and listened to your shuffling from the other side of the door. I lifted the seat without paying much attention, and stilled when I heard you leave the bedroom entirely. I didn’t really need to go to the bathroom, but I wasn’t lying when I said I needed to use it.

I waited a moment, lowered the toilet seat again, and didn’t bother flushing or washing my hands. The sound could set you off that I was finished, and I definitely wasn’t finished. I needed the opportunity to snoop just a tad bit more. I unlocked and creaked the bathroom door open, observing the quiet room with more attention than I had before.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I leave the door open. My head snaps in the direction of your bedroom door and I pleasantly find it shut from the rest of your apartment. You’re making this too easy. I make my way around quietly, being careful with my steps as I approach your nightstand with a familiar object glinting in the natural sunlight of the room: your phone, on its charger. When I press the button on its side, the logo appears as it powers on.

I take the time needed for the phone to boot up as an excuse to look about your room. The bookcase, which I had only glanced at before, takes shape infront of me. My hand drifts along the spines of the books… and I feel unsatisfied. You have a small selection of kitschy modern romance novels. My judging eyes shift to your dresser, the framed pictures sitting on top catching my attention. I don't recognize anyone, but a weird feeling washes over me. You’re not in any of these pictures. I feel a… disconnection… from the room. My eyes move elsewhere and I catch sight of a few unopened cardboard boxes against the wall near the bedroom door. They’re folded. Unused. I wonder briefly as I look back down to your phone. It’s open.

Unlocking it was easy, no password. You know, the good thing about an older cellphone model is how easy it is to just… get in. I flip your phone over and pop the back right off. I slide the chip out of my pocket and right into place. Once everything is back in its place, I unlock your phone and fully install the hardware. As much as I would like to start snooping about your phone now, I close it and set it back down on your nightstand. I make my way back into the bathroom, pulling my phone out all the while. I open the freshly installed app and bite at my lip as I see the device sync up. Done.

I flush the toilet, wash my hands, and make my way out of the bedroom. When I step back into your living room kitchen, you’re seated at the short island, your back to the small living room.

“Thanks for letting me use your bathroom,” I say, making my way back to the front door. You swivel the chair as I walk by and watch me duck for my boots.

“Thanks for bringing me my phone. I was almost going to head out to Anavrin–”

“Oh, I don’t work Saturdays. You would’ve missed me entirely.” I say all matter-of-factly, like an asshole. You shrink.

“Noted.”

As I loop the laces around, I look up at you. Your brows knit together and you avert your eyes from me. I watch you for another moment, smiling to myself. You’re nervous.

“What’re all the boxes for?” I ask, looking around the apartment. They’re a little sprawled out everywhere, but most of them are still folded up. I chew my cheek as I wonder – are you packing up to leave already? You just got here not even a week ago. Is that what’s gotten you so nervous? Cause I caught you? I bite my tongue and choose to rephrase my thoughts. “Still unpacking?”

“No, It’s… complicated.” You respond.

I nod my head and stand. Your eyes fleet to me for a second before drawing away. Is it me, Y/N? Am I making you nervous?

“Thank you again, for my phone.” You mumble, drifting off somewhere. I smile wide, and huff. You’re not a threat. A pest, likely. But not a threat.

“Yeah, no problem.”

I’m out the door not a moment later, spinning my keys while on the way to my car.

—

Back at my apartment, I notice the door’s unlocked.

I'm cautious as I walk through the threshold, peering ahead only to notice Love behind the counter.

“Love, I didn’t expect you to break into my apartment.” I tease, taking off my boots and shedding my jacket.

“I thought you’d be home,” she whines. “Besides, it’s not breaking in when you’ve got a key.”

I make my way into the kitchen, to her side, and slip my hands around her waist. She turns her head to look at me, a big smile on her face.

“Where were you?” She mumbles, still looking down at the counter.

“I went over to Y/N’s apartment,” I began, rolling the hem of her shirt between my fingers. “She forgot her phone in my car last night.” I kiss her shoulder.

“Mmh,” Love hums. “That was nice of you.”

I look over her shoulder, noticing the restaurant brochures infront of her.

“What were you doing here?”

“Looking for something to order. I don’t really want to cook again tonight.”

I lift my hands off her hips, placing them on either side of the counter. I press forward, and slide one of the menus into view.

“This one seems good.” I whisper, inconsiderate of what I’m pointing to. I’ve got one thing on my mind right now, and it isn’t the brochures.

Catching onto my carelessness, Love turns around and faces me. She tilts her head and observes my face for a moment before sliding her arms around my neck.

“How did it go?” Love suddenly inquires about us again.

“It went well,” I tell her, keeping it short. Still, she pries.

“Tell me more,”

“Well, she showed me to her bathroom,” I look around, as though I was recalling the few minutes I stood in your apartment. I’ll keep the snooping to myself. “Aaand, that’s about it.”

Love thins her lip. She’s pensive for a moment. She thinks, and I watch her grapple with her thoughts as she looks about the kitchen. She clears her throat before speaking.

“Will,” She starts, her hand taps my chest and I watch it circle around. “I wouldn’t be asking you this if it wasn’t important, but… can you do me a huge favour?”

My hands find Love’s face, cupping her cheeks, and pressing her forehead to mine. My eyes search hers, and I pout.

“Anything for you,” I tell her. Anything.

“Forty has this thing tomorrow… I didn’t think ahead, and my plans are jumbled. But, this is really important.”

For a second, my stomach drops. I try not to let the horror show on my face as I’m convinced she’s about to glue me to Forty’s side for a day. But she continues.

“Y/N needs help clearing the apartment,” My eyes narrow, and I nod as I continue to listen. “You see… Will. It isn’t really my place to say this, but I thought you should know her mom passed away a few months ago. She’s been trying to sort through the estate, and they finally gave her the green light to clear out her old apartment. I can’t be there to help.”

Love’s hands slide over mine, cupping my fingers as I cup her cheeks.

“Are you free sometime tomorrow? Would you be able to help her out?”

With this revelation, the framed pictures sitting on the dresser make sense.

“I mean… yeah. I can do that.”

Love lights up at my response, hopping up for an intimate kiss. My hands fall to her ass, but she pulls away too soon. Always too soon.

“Thank you, Will,” She grins, tapping my chest again. “I’ll let her know.”

As Love pulls out her phone, I watch her tap away at the screen.

“You know, that entire complex looks unlivable. The place might have a rodent problem, too.” I say as she hits send.

“I know! I told her she could stay with me,” Love leans her head against my chest with a frustrated huff, slipping her phone onto the counter.

“You both already spend so many afternoons together,” I begin, sliding her head up to look at me. My fingers brush her cheek, and my next words come out hushed. “If she was around any more, I’d never have you to myself.”

Her eyes flutter as my hands brush baby hairs out of her face. I hum, and lean in for another kiss.

“Will,” she starts, pressing her palm into my chest. She pushes me back, and I let her. “I’m not in the mood right now. Is that alright?”

I purse my lips… a little agitated, but I understand. I’m in the mood, but I understand. She doesn’t want to have sex, she wants to talk about you.

“Of course, Love,” I kiss her cheek. “Some other time.”

With a smile, she returns her attention to those stupid brochures. I agree to whatever she wants, whatever she’s in the mood for. I always do.

Once dinner’s sorted, we pair it with a movie on my tv. We cuddle, and it’s nice. During an intimate scene, a quiet one with rustling bedsheets, Love decides to speak.

“I’m glad you’re getting along well with Y/N.” She says with a hum, rubbing her face into my chest. I grunt when her hand squeezes my knee. “She appreciates it too, I know it. She doesn’t know many people in the city anymore.”

I tear my eyes away from the sex on tv to look Love in the eyes.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I have that thing with Forty. Someone seems a little forgetful tonight” I laugh and apologize, scolding myself. Of course… Tomorrow. I did forget. She turns her attention back to the movie. When I reluctantly return my own attention to the screen, I can’t help but scrutinise everything I see. Love seems pleased, watching the protagonist and her girlfriend lounge after what felt like the most drawn-out fucking I’d ever witnessed on tv. She’s probably thinking to herself: what a nice couple, happy, in love, and all tuckered out. But I feel differently. I see something I’m missing. We could be them, Love and I. But, instead of being wrapped in each other with more to do than to SAY, I think about the brick phone, I think about the lunch dates, I think about the selfishness of only reaching out when things became convenient, and I think about YOU. I think about the rust on your door, think about your dead mom, I think about how Love wants me to help you pack her things – like I’m some tool to be borrowed and Love’s the kind neighbour willing to lend – and I think about how Love touches you and I can’t help but wish I could crawl into your skin and rip you up from the inside.

The bell on your bag rings in my ears, jingling as you tap it over, and over again. Should I feel threatened by you? Because I do, even when everything about you proves to me you’re no threat at all. You’re meek, small, pathetic. Despite it all, you’ve stepped into my yard, trampled the very bushes I’ve trimmed and watered to perfection, and made yourself cozy against the love of my life. And, like a call to battle, the bell stirs something in me.

But you’re innocent, I cry in my head. You’re not Peach. You’re no evil mastermind, and stepping into someone else’s yard doesn’t mean much when you’re a helpless rabbit. Your mom is dead, you’re grieving. I think about you, in my car, curled in on yourself, skin exposed. Scared. I grit my teeth at the thought.

When Love departs, just after the movie ends, I spend some time catching up on your messages. That’s all I can really do, actually. With such an old model, your system doesn’t allow access to anything, anywhere, anytime. Just the text messages. I scroll to find your mention of me dropping by earlier.

‘Left my phone in Will’s car. He dropped it off.’

‘He’s the best <3’ Love responded.

About twenty minutes after that, Love let you know I’m replacing her tomorrow.

‘We can reschedule.’ You tried, but Love tells you the plans are already made. You can’t run from this. Neither can I.

I recline on my couch, huffing as I read as far as your messages go. I couldn’t get the older logs but anything you send from here on out, I have access to. When the late hours of the night finally catch up to me, I look out my window at the flickering street lights, and I head to bed.

#joe goldberg x reader #joe goldberg #love quinn #love quinn x reader #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #yandere joe goldberg #Joe Goldberg x Love Quinn

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missmonsters2 · 1 year

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Keeping You Warm

[Pairing]: WENCLAIR (Wednesday x Enid)

[Summary]: Wednesday had warned Enid to dress warm for the weather, knowing the blonde had a penchant for thinking she was invincible because she was a werewolf. Because if Enid caught a cold...

Prompt: "Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that."

[Warnings]: Soft. Wednesday being unable to say no to Enid. Jealous!Wednesday. They Held Hands™️. Xavier chokes. Bianca's annoyed.

[Note]: Your honor I love them.

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Wednesday's eyes narrowed in on Enid's form from across the courtyard.

The cold season had settled in, a blanket of white snow covering the ground. The air was biting and nipping at people's skin.

It was evident in the way Enid's nose, ears, and cheeks were rosy red. Wednesday watched as Enid talked animatedly with Yoko while the rest of their little ragtag group hung around, most likely waiting for her.

The day had started early with Wednesday waking up to Enid's face at the edge of her bed, half obscured. The surprising sight would've normally frightened someone, but Wednesday merely glared.

"What are you doing, Enid?"

"Wednesday," Enid whined, and the dark-haired girl was tempted to turn around and go back to sleep immediately. Enid whining never meant good things. "Come to the Jericho Yule Festival with me and everyone else today!

"No," Wednesday monotoned. "I already went with you to the Christmas Lights last week."

"And now it's the Yule Festive this week," Enid rebutted.

Wednesday remained silent but internally sighed. Why was it so difficult to say no to Enid firmly? Still, Wednesday kept her mouth shut and closed her eyes. Saying nothing wasn't saying yes.

Then, the sound of Enid's forlorn sigh filled the room.

"Okay," the blond conceded as she straightened her back before getting up to sit on the edge of Wednesday's bed with a slouch. "I guess I could partner up with Ajax for the couple's activities."

Wednesday's eyes opened back, trailing to the side to look at Enid's back. She was wearing that colorful sweater that looked like a unicorn puked on it.

"What?" was the only word to come out of Wednesday's mouth.

But Enid understood and blabbered away. "Well, Ajax's date canceled on him yesterday, so he can't do any of the partner activities since if you were coming, it would've made the numbers odd. But I guess since you're not coming, I can do stuff with Ajax."

That sentence alone sounded all wrong to Wednesday, bringing up unpleasant feelings she was unfamiliar with. But then again, Enid brought forth a lot of feelings she wasn't familiar with lately.

Some were good, and some made her...feel violently sick—in a good way?

"I thought you two broke up," Wednesday commented instead.

"Yeah," Enid shrugged, and Wednesday couldn't tell what the blonde felt about it without seeing her face. "But we ended on good terms and all the prizes for the couple activities are really, really cool. I want to win them all."

The idea of Ajax and Enid working in tandem and cheering, and hugging each other in victory (because Enid was definitely most likely going to hug him out of excitement) had Wednesday begrudgingly say—

"Fine. I'll go."

Enid immediately turned around, her face bright and excited. "Really?" She squealed. "I'm so excited! I just know we're going to crush everyone else."

"Of course," Wednesday looked unperturbed. "I want to see Bianca's face of utter defeat." Then, Wednesday raised her brow at Enid. "Dress warmly. Ever since you wolfed out, you have suddenly lost a few brain cells and think you're immune to the cold. I will end you if you get sick."

Enid merely rolled her eyes before she pounced onto Wednesday, her body half-pressed into her and arms wrapped around her neck.

"Enid," Wednesday grouched.

Yet, despite her stern warning for Enid to dress appropriately for the weather, there the blonde was: no hat, no scarf, and no gloves.

Not even her hideous snood.

Wednesday walked forward, and Xavier was the first to greet her. She nodded in acknowledgment to the entire group before glaring at Enid.

"Why aren't you dressed appropriately for the weather?"

"You aren't either!" Enid scrunched her nose at Wednesday as she took in the other girl's attire. "Except for your gloves, I guess."

"That's because my body is naturally colder than the weather," Wednesday raised her brow.

"Well, that's simply not true," Enid smirked, and if Wednesday could, she would have blushed.

"Let's just get going," Bianca curled her lips in annoyance at the weird display Enid and Wednesday have been putting on lately. "The cabs are already here."

The group began making their way toward the entrance of the school quickly. Despite ordering two cabs, Wednesday still felt claustrophobic being pressed up against someone as she sat next to the door.

The ride was noisy, but Wednesday found it was easy to drown out if she focused on Enid's chattering. Soon enough, they arrived in the town. If Wednesday thought last week they had over-decorated, this was pure Christmas vomit. Apparently, Yule Fest was their biggest event of the year.

The group decided to walk around first to check out the area, but not even a quarter way in, Wednesday could feel Enid shivering against her when she walked too close.

But it was only when Enid sneezed that Wednesday stopped walking.

"Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that," Wednesday snapped.

Her tone made everyone jump, but Enid merely sneezed again and looked pitiful.

Suddenly, Wednesday yanked on Xavier's scarf, making him momentarily choke as it unraveled around his neck.

"What the hell, Wed—" He started to say, but his jaw dropped.

Wednesday lifted her arms and used his scarf to wrap around Enid's neck delicately.

"What do you think will happen if you get sick?" Wednesday frowned. "Do you expect me to make you soup and nurse you back to health?"

"I wouldn't dream of it," Enid smiled, watching as Wednesday then turned to Yoko and sniped the girl's hat, ignoring the vampire's grunt and glare.

"No, you should not because I will leave you to perish," Wednesday said as Enid lowered her head slightly so that she could put the hat onto the blonde.

"Thing will take care of me," Enid grins in a mischievous way that has Wednesday glaring at her through her brows and cheeks more angular than usual when she pursed her lips. "Or not," Enid quickly amended.

"C'mon," Bianca looked at the remaining group. "Let's get going before Enid's stupidity costs us all of our winter wear."

Wednesday gave the siren a dark look.

Bianca was unfazed as she smirked before gathering the group to walk along, leaving the two to trail slowly behind.

"Sorry," Enid mumbled as they walked. "And thank you."

Wednesday could feel their hands brush against each other occasionally and pursed her lip. Enid's hand felt cold to her, which was saying something because Wednesday's hand temperature was probably close to freezing.

Wednesday stopped walking again, causing the werewolf to jerk to a stop as well.

Enid looked at Wednesday curiously as the dark raven sighed, pulling off one of her gloves and handing it to her.

"I'm not giving you both," Wednesday warned.

Enid smiled as she took the glove and wore it on the hand that faced the outside. "You don't need to," Enid said but then looked mischievous as she wriggled her fingers on her bare hand. "But there is a way to keep both our hands warm."

Wednesday looked at her curiously.

Enid took Wednesday's gloveless hand, causing the other girl to tense up. Ignoring it, Enid stuck both their hands into her jacket pocket and started walking, giving no choice but for Wednesday to begin moving too.

"Enid," Wednesday frowned.

"Shh," Enid comforted. "It's fine. They're not going to look behind because they're too scared you'll probably stab their eyes out."

With that reassurance (not that Wednesday needed it), Wednesday allowed the contact, walking quietly next to the blonde and keeping her warm.

#wenclair #wednesday addams x Enid Sinclair #Wednesday x Enid #wenclairedit #wednesday #wednesday addams #wenclair fanfiction #wenclair fanfic #enid sinclair x wednesday addams #enid x wednesday

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Just A Scratch

Eddie Munson x Reader/Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: one of Jason’s friends is picking on your boyfriend's friend Dustin. Dustin can't keep his mouth shut so ends up aggravating the basketball player more, meaning you have to intervene. One thing leads to another and you get hurt. The last person you expect to be there to help you is your ex-boyfriend Steve.

Content warning: arguments, broken nose, being hurt, a whole lot of angst, jealousy and language. Eddie and Steve really don’t like each-other

Word count: 2k

A/n: let me know if you want a part two I have ideas. I am dyslexic so if some of it doesn’t make sense I apologise

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Part 2

You had decided to spend an hour after school in the library catching up on your work, since your boyfriend had distracted you every time you tried to study. So you decided it would be best to be completely alone and the library after school on a Wednesday seemed like the right place. You had gotten more work done in that hour than you had in the last couple of weeks.

Your hand started to cramp from all the writing so you knew it was probably a sign to leave. You walked outside, excited for the fresh air you were sure your skin needed. You were also excited to get home to get ready to see your boyfriend, Eddie. The only problem is as soon as you get outside you hear the mumbles of an argument. You knew it probably wasn’t your place to get involved, until you heard the voice of Dustin Henderson. He was becoming more and more like Eddie by the day. So you knew there was a good chance he was making whatever the situation was, worse for himself.

You walked over and spotted chase who was also a senior getting into the freshman’s face. “Can you at least have a mint before getting that close?” Dustin smirked. You'd know that smile anywhere it was Eddie’s signature. It was the face Eddie usually pulled before he ended up with a black eye. You pushed your way in between the two, surely he wouldn't hit you. “Don’t you think you should pick on someone your size?”. He pushes you out of the way to get back to the freshman, you were blocking. “it’s none of your business”.

Dustin scoffs at him, was he trying to make things worse for himself? Even you wanted to hit him in the head now, to knock some sense into him. “I can see you're starting early on your career as a wife beater”. Shit. Rage is all you can see in Chase’s eyes any hope of Deescalating the situation was gone. He raised his fist to hit Dustin. Instinct took over and you moved in the way, putting your hand up to stop the assault. But you were too late when you hear a crunch in your nose.

Blood pours from your nose but you don't notice, as you’re too enraged. The Jock stumbled back shocked at what he just did. “I'm sorry y/n I didn’t mean to hi-” you cut him off “but you meant to hit him so”. He didn't have a response just silence “ I suggest you leave him alone unless you want me to report you for assaulting me”. He nods awkwardly and shuffles away embarrassed. He felt like such an idiot he didn't mean to hurt you.

Dustin felt really bad, he didn't want you to get hurt because of him. Plus he could handle himself , Chase was nothing on the upside down he thought. “Shit y/n are you okay?” you turn around to glare at the boy. He glumped he had never seen you angry and he knew he was about to be on the receiving end of it. “Oh don’t worry about me, worry about your attitude. I get you th-”. Dustin's eyes widen upon the sight of your face. Your nose didn't look right. How much blood was pouring out didn't look right. “Y/n-”.

Too annoyed you didn't even feel the pain of your nose or feel the blood dripping from your nose. “I’m not finished. I know Eddie seems cool, but even for him there are consequences. Plus Chase is twice your size, how we're you going to fight him?”. You wait for an answer, Dustin is too stunned to speak, what should he do? You rub your hands over your face in annoyance. Ow. That didn't feel right. You had never felt pain like it. You looked at your hand to see it painted with red blood. The sight makes your knees weak and you fall to the ground.

“Omg y/n!” Dustin lowers to your level. You felt tears being to fill your waterline, he couldn't see you cry. You needed to get him away even for a minute, you didn't want him to blame himself. “I’m fine, can you just get me some water please,” you say weakly. He quickly scurried away wanting to do anything to make this right.

A little while after you, you’re sat on bench outside of school. You haven't been able to move as you still feel too dizzy. Your nose was still bleeding but it was a lot slower than before. Your ex-boyfriend pulled up to get Dustin. “I can get Steve to check it. He's good at things like this”. You shake your head biting your lip from the pain this causes. Dustin nods and walks over to Steve’s car getting in. You turn away from the scene so Steve doesn't see you or your nose.

Steve is about to set off when Dustin stops him. “What did you forget this time?” Steve talks to the boy like he is his father. “They are gonna hate me for this but they are already mad so, y/n-”. As soon as your name is mentioned, Steve gets worried. He still cared for you a lot. He just wishes he treated you better when you were together. Then he wouldn't have lost the best thing to happen to him. Without needing to hear anything more, Steve goes over to the bench and taps on your shoulder. Not knowing it's him, you turn around. The last person you wanted to see right now was right in front of you. You try to turn your face but he holds it in place gently but firmly examining it, being careful to avoid your nose.

He honestly felt like he could cry, he had seen hurt yourself from being clumsy, but it was never anything this bad. “ It's just a scratch”. Steve shakes his head. “Don't do that, you're hurt. Stop acting like it's a chore for people to look after you”. Tears pour from your eyes. He doesn't know if he should, especially since you hadn't talked to each other since the break up a few months ago but he had to hug you. You melted into the hug, you needed this. You missed this. After a few moments, Steve broke the hug and got up holding out his hand to you. “I'm gonna drop Dustin off, then we are going to the hospital. You can tell me all about what happened on the way”.

The wait in the emergency room took hours which left you with lots of time to catch up. You missed having Steve in your life. You need a friend like him. You had also told him what happened with Chase which he was really angry about, but tried to keep calm while in the hospital so he didn't get kicked out and could stay with you. It didn’t stop him from complaining to you about Dustin’s new found attitude though “ the kids lucky he had you, I don’t know where he gets that attitude from”. You try to laugh but it hurts too much “I do”. Steve laughs a little too shaking him head “yeah so do I”.

A few hours later Steve was dropping you off at your door. “Thank you” you smile at him. “You don't need to thank me, I'm glad we went. I'm gonna kill Chase for breaking your nose though.” you shook your head a little, pouting at him. “Please don't, you'll adult now, it's an assault on a minor, even if he does deserve it. I don't want you behind a cell”. How could he say no to you? So he agreed, even if all he wanted to do was round-house Chase in the face. “Why will you miss me too much?” he pulled his signature Harrington smile, he knew he shouldn’t but he could help flirt with you. Even a little. “Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep a night.” You playfully hit his arm. He blushed a little. He missed this, he missed you. “I'm gonna get going so you can rest, remember to ice and take the painkillers. Like the doctors said the better you take care of it the less likely you are to need surgery”.

He turns around to leave trying to ignore any butterflies that were forming. The longer he looked at you, the harder it was to remember that you weren’t his anymore. You stop him leaving by holding onto his arm. God he hopes you can’t feel the goosebumps. “I know you two don’t talk but if you happen to run into Eddie please don’t tell him” there it was. Munson was your boyfriend now, despite how much Steve wishes he could have you back. “I think the nose will give it away”. You nodded your head “I know but I'll think of a lie. If he finds out Chase did it. He’ll get in a fight and end up looking a lot worse than me.” Steve agreed not like there was much chance of seeing Eddie, they avoided each other like the plague. But if agreeing made you happy he would. He also relished in the fact that he would know something about you Eddie wouldn't. This would be your little secret. “I promise, now rest. I'll call tomorrow to check on the patient”.

You were supposed to be at Eddie’s at 7 pm but now it was 10 pm, and he was beyond worried. He had called your house, receiving no one had answered, so to stop the terrible paranoid thoughts in his head, he drove over. His van pulled to a stretching halt. He looked out of his window to see your ex-boyfriend walking away from your house. What the hell was he doing? He had lost you So he had no right to be around you after breaking your heart. He hated how forgiven you could be. He quickly got out of the car storming over to Steve ready to confront him.

“Surely that can't be Steve Harrington leaving my y/n’s house”. Steve smirked “looks like it to me”. if looks could kill Steve would be dead. But that's all it was a glare. He moved closer to Steve, he wanted to hit him. He couldn't though because he knew you would hate it if he hurt Steve but someone had to wipe that smug look off his face. “Care to explain why you're here”.

Steve's face didn’t change “well someone had to be there for them.” Eddie clenched his fists “you lost that right a while ago. I don't know what this act is but you can drop it. They aren't gonna fuck you”. Steve laughed, why did you have to go for him? Steve couldn't understand what you saw in Munson. “I already have...Many times” he emphasized the word ‘Many’. He gets in Eddie’s face. How dare he say anything about Steve wanting to fuck you, when that's what Eddie did when you were with Steve. He waited till you were at your lowest and slithered in. That had always been how Steve saw it and it made him hate Eddie more. “I can be their friend without wanting to fuck them, unlike some people.” he barged passed Eddie. “I wouldn't knock she looked like she was pretty tired out”

Eddie turned around and got into Steve’s face holding onto his collar “wanna go Harrington?”. He smirked again, Eddie couldn't wait to wipe that look off his face with his fist. “tonight made me pretty tired too so I'll have to rain check”. Steve slipped out of Eddie’s grip to leave in his car. Eddie was stunned. Surely you two hadn't done anything. It would explain why you hadn't answered the phone or met for your date. No. His thoughts were getting the better of him, he might not trust Steve but he trusts you.

Something wasn't right but with the foul mood Harrington had put him in, he decided not to find out tonight. Seeing you now would only cause an argument so he got back into his van. Slamming his head into the steering wheel in frustration.

#steve harrington angst #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #stranger things angst

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Time to catch up on your favorite dashboard simulator :3

#gonna start scheduling these for 1 or 2 per day #i really enjoy making them but I think i'll get burnt out otherwise #also HUGE ty to whoever was the anon who sent me the idea #about having therian cats #ohhh my god #hey anon #(or anyone else but im talkin to u) #feel free to dm me to talk at any point you seem cool

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I PASSED MY ASSESSMENT!!! AAAAAHHH

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OMSC CONGRATS MOOSE! I'm so happy for you!!!!

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WOAAAHHH CONGRATULATIONS MOOOSEE!!! Have you had your name ceremony yet??

#im so happy for ya dude #moving on from apprenticeship </3 #gonna miss you in the 'apprentice things' tag

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Daily selfie !!!

Trying on some new berry-based fur dye.

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The amount of cats commenting "you'll never be a she-cat" and "wearing fur dye won't make you female" is astounding. Like. Thanks?? I'm a trans guy not a trans girl...

#lol?? #this is so funny to me #trans

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Ahh.. different type of post than usual, but.. mmrrnn... I'm considering coming out to my mentor. I know he's supportive, but I'm really nervous, so, uh.. I'm gonna leave it up to a Clanblr poll haha..

#trans #transmasc #trans tom #transgender #trans apprentice #advice #poll

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* ,○ ' WELCOME TO MY BLOG ^. o° ;

adult female cat - 49 moons - gender critical

Keep reading

#terfsafe #radfem #adult female cat #terf #riverclan

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New neighbors have THE most annoying dog I've ever met in my life. Won't shut up about how that's her yard and to get back... nobody wants your yard Jackie, shut uppp...

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Since when do you speak dog????

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I started picking it up when I moved to the twolegplace. I'm still not fluent, but I can hold a conversation with the neighborhood dogs if I want.

#every new thing i learn about kipper #just. wow #he is so coolll... #this is totally not the gender envy and parent issues speaking

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The worst part about being a fox therian is that even when I am partially accepted, it's usually because cats are telling me how horrible foxes are, and how I should've "picked a different species" because they think that's how it works.

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Imagine being a fish. In RiverClan.

The closest I ever get to "acceptance" is my friends joking about how I would taste.

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How does it feel to have to eat the thing your damaged brain thinks you are. Lol

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Frst off. "Damaged brain" like. Oookay guess we're just being really mean to others on Clanblr today. Second off ,I dont eat fish??? I never even implied that I eat fish.

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You're from RiverClan lmao. What else is there to eat

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You are joking, right?

Lizards, birds, water voles and shrews, snakes, frogs, toads?? None of those come to mind when you consider the potential diet of a RiverClan warrior??????

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@missingmyscales you should probably just block @lalala-bluegaze, her whole blog is about being anti-kittypet, anti-therian, not believing enbies or bisexuals/any other lgbt identity than lesbian or gay or binary trans is valid, and a whole bunch of other stuff. It's not worth talking to her.

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Ahh thanks... blocked her. I didnt think to check her blog beforehand

#sorry again for arguing on your post, Maple #saw a misconception ab RiverClan and blacked out lol

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Good morning everyone <3 remember to eat breakfast and stay hydrated!

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Ithunk i atw a bug

#it difnr taste good euther :/

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So I guess I'm just on this site now?? Clanblr is gone. I can't access any of its posts. But. I can see "Tumblr". Which is weird. The posts are really strange here.

#fakeposting #unreality #fake dash #fake dashboard #dash sim #dash simulator #dashboard simulator #dashboard sim #warriors dashboard sim #warriors dashboard simulator #clanblr #warrior cats

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Singer/Band AU

Part 7. Peep below the cut!

Ginny was sitting outside the roller rink on the sun warmed wooden bench when her brother finally showed up. He was grumbling loudly and looked highly annoyed, which was a good sign if you asked Ginny. Hermione was elbowing his side and also looked annoyed, more likely at Ron than the situation. She was wearing a dress, too, which Ginny thought was a terrible idea. At least it was loose and between her knees and ankles in length. No one was going to catch a glimpse of her knickers when she fell.

Then there was Harry. He was wearing jeans, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he watched Ron and Hermione with raised eyebrows. Ginny assumed the look on his face was amusement, but she couldn't tell for sure. He was wearing a faded Imagine Dragons t-shirt, his hair as messy as the last time she'd seen him. When his green eyes landed on her, a smile fell over his face and he waved.

That was her que to stand.

"I hate you," Ron grumbled as she stretched.

"Well, geez, Ron, I hate you, too, so I guess we're even."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Really? This is the mood we're setting for the afternoon?" She glanced down at Ginny. "Won't you get your knees banged up in that?"

Ginny glanced down at her shorts and exposed knees. "No."

"What if you fall?" Hermione said.

"I'm not planning on falling."

"But you can't be sure of that."

"Hermione, you're wearing a dress," Ginny said. "I don't think you have the right lecture me about my clothing choices."

With that, she turned on her heel and marched into the roller rink. A cool breeze met her when she stepped inside as well as bright red lights of Florean Fortescue's ice cream shop and roller rink. Old Florean was behind the counter, scooping some chocolate ice cream into a cup. When he saw her, a grin slipped over his face and he waved. Ginny grinned and waved back. His grandson was behind the counter for the skates, and he gave her an easy smile as she approached the counter.

"Hey, Gin," he said. "Long time no see."

Ginny beamed. It had been. She and Bill used to come here a lot when she was a kid. Ginny was often prone to loud outbursts when she was upset, and they could turn violent fairly quickly. She had pulled Ron's hair on multiple occasions and kicked the twins in the shins (though she'd never managed to figure out how to get them both at the same time). Her mother had been appalled. It was hardly fair though. The boys wrestled all the time, and Ginny had only been copying what she'd seen them do. Nevertheless, she'd still gotten in trouble and had been sternly lectured on several occasions, though that rarely helped. Her mother had been at her wit's end and Bill had been her saving grace.

Whenever he saw her start to get frustrated, he'd ask her if she wanted to nip out to Florean's for ice cream and a quick skate. It was clever of him because it made young Ginny, with her knobby knees and numerous freckles, feel special. Bill was always rather good at that. So, they'd come here, and Bill would spend the money he'd earned that week as a paperboy on ice cream and roller blades. He never brought up her behavior at home, but slowly, her outbursts stopped, her mother stopped pulling her hair out, and Ginny became rather good at roller blading.

"Hey, Marco," she said. "Size six, please."

"Already gotcha," he said. "Ron?"

"I'm just watching," Ron said.

"No, he's not," Ginny said. "Size 15."

When Marco slid the skates across to her, she roughly shoved them into her brother's chest, knocking the air out of him and forcing him to grab them. Then she turned and marched over to the benches to put her skates on. Just as she'd finished tying up the laces of her first skate, Harry sat down across from her. Ron and Hermione were still over by the front desk, quietly bickering.

"Remind me why he's not keen on this," Harry said as he tied his first skate.

"Because he sucks ass at it," Ginny said.

"Shut the fuck up," Ron said, glaring as he walked past her.

Ginny just grinned as Hermione rolled her eyes.

Once she'd tied her second skate on, she rolled her feet back and forth a couple times before standing up and starting toward the rink. As she glanced over her shoulder, she saw Hermione stand up as well, only to flail her arms before putting them on Harry's shoulders. Ginny just laughed.

After she'd been around the rink a few times, Ron and Hermione both managed to make it onto the rink, Harry following skeptically behind them. He was much better at this than either of them with Ron clinging onto the railing and Hermione rolling a few inches before flailing her arms. Ginny slowed down as she approached them.

"They're a hazard," Harry muttered to her.

"For sure," she said. Nodding her head to the left, she skated around them. Harry followed her. "Remind me how you met Ron again."

"I told you," Harry said easily. "We met at university."

"Right, but why haven't I met you before?" she said, eying him shrewdly. "I bring friends over all the time."

A slight lie. Mainly, she brought Luna over, and Dean when they'd been dating, but not many more.

Harry shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I'm usually busy on the weekends. That's when you have your family dinner, right?"

"Yeah."

"Besides, if Ron brought me as his date, Hermione would get jealous."

Ginny threw back her head and laughed. Hermione was right about one thing. His sense of humor was killer. As she managed to get herself under control again, she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, only to notice that he was already looking at her, green eyes bright and a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Guess Ron be really jealous if you came as my date then."

Ginny didn't mean to flirt. It just slipped out, and she wasn't one to take things back or downplay them. Once you spoke them, life was breathed into words, like when she sang them.

Harry looked away from her then, but his smile grew bigger. "Most definitely."

She pushed off her skate hard to get enough momentum to get in front of him, then flipped herself around so she was skating backwards. When she glanced up at his eyes, they were bright as his eyebrows raised and a smirk starting to form across his lips. He had nice lips.

"You're really good at this, aren't you?" he said.

Ginny shrugged. "I hope this doesn't affect your plans for the song too much. I know I changed it last minute."

"S'alright," he said, grinning now. "I was actually going to suggest recording a demo. I think the work you've done has been great."

"Really?" Ginny said because she had never worked through this process with anyone. It had always just been her. This felt intimate, skating with him in a large rink talking about music and figuring out where this song - their song - should go next.

"Yeah," he replied. "It sounds great. We can do the demo at my place because I've got the basic equipment. Once we've fine tuned things, we can head to the recording studio in London."

The grin that slid across her face was huge and she didn't even care. Harry was grinning right back at her, until he wasn't.

"Oh, shit."

Ginny spun around just in time to see Hermione flailing her arms right back into Ron, and her idiotic brother's feet fly out from under him as he wrapped an arm around her middle to keep her from falling. Then they were both falling to the ground with a loud thump, Ron's head smacked against the concrete. Groaning, Ron just flopped back on the floor with his eyes snapped shut. Hermione was sprawled out on top of him; she had somehow managed to flip herself around and land most of her upper body on top of Ron. She looked comical with her big hair flying all over the place as she looked up at Ron to see if he was ok.

"That was impressive," Ginny said when she and Harry rolled up next to the downed couple.

Ron finally opened his eyes to glare at her.

"Are you ok?" Hermione whispered.

"Fuck you," Ron said to Ginny. "I'm fine. Can you just get up? I need some fucking ice cream-"

The rest of Ron's sentence was cut off by a groan as Hermione pressed her elbow right into his solar plex.

"Sorry!" she said, pushing herself up quickly only to loose her footing and fall back on top of Ron.

Ginny laughed as her brother groaned. Pushing off her skate, she moved behind Hermione. "Push onto your knees," she told her. Once she was up, Ginny grabbed her under the armpits and hauled her to her feet, no easy task considering that Hermione was taller than her. "Grab the rail."

Hermione clung to the rail like it was her new favorite book. When she turned back to Ron, he'd pressed himself up onto his elbows and looked like he was two seconds away from killing her.

Ginny just grinned in response.

"C'mon, mate," Harry said, grabbing onto Ron much the same way she'd grabbed Hermione.

"Fucking roller blades," Ron muttered darkly as he stood up.

Once they were rolling toward the exit, Ginny fell back into line with Harry, who, she thought, hung back to talk to her.

"So, your uncles are coming to town?" she said.

Harry ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah. They raised me since I was twelve."

"Since you were twelve?" Ginny said. "What about before twelve?"

A dark look passed over Harry's face, but it was gone almost as soon as it was there. Like he was used to hiding it. Ginny wasn't sure what to make of that or the tight feeling it caused in her chest.

He glanced down at his watch. "I'll have to go soon if I'm going to catch the train when it arrives, but I'll buy you a ice cream before you leave."

"Deal."

#hinny #ginny weasley #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #hp #band au #harry potter au

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wondering how chan would react to pack mum wearing a short af sundress in the heat, like sweat on her chest, hair in a bun, the dress slightly sticking to her figure !!!

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ho ho ho ho, my dear penguin... you say sundress and i raise you slip dress. like the ones used to sleep/lounge around the house. the ones that are like super form fitting or that tie on the sides, very basic ones.

i'm gonna leave some nsfw thoughts under the cut because i have A LOT.

listen. Chris has never truly felt like he wanted to be anything else other than a werewolf. that was, until the first heat wave he had to endure with his girl.

she immediately put space between them, like A LOT of space. "baby, i love spending time with you but you're just too damn warm. you're not getting anywhere near me in this heat, i'm already sweating just by standing right here"

Chris is gonna hate it. like, he'll understand. but he hates it. mind you, he's also like, burning up, because the heat is affecting him too and he's spending almost all his time at home inside the bathtub submerged in cold water to not get a heatstroke like the damn dog he is.

so not only is he annoyed with life because it's too damn hot out, but he also can't touch his girl? he's being punished. the universe is punishing him for sure.

and then she's gonna start pulling the skimpy dresses at home. it was already bad enough when they had to go out and she was wearing normal dresses, looking just like you said my dear anon. with sweat dripping between her breasts, down her neck, the dress sticking to her thighs. but the ones she wore at home were his demise for sure.

the first time she came out of the room in one of those and then she had the audacity of splashing water all over herself--face, chest, even her legs--he's gonna groan and whine.

"oh my god, that's so unfair. c'mon, pretty, you can't do this to me".

you just know his inner wolf's gonna be like "MUST LICK IT ALL OFF. MUST COVER IN SALIVA TO COOL OFF" and it's just gonna make it so much worse.

"baby, these aren't like... sexy or anything like that. they're literally so normal", she'll say, and Chris will complain because it truly didn't matter if it was meant to be sexy or not, he was popping boners regardless.

"besides, would you rather i walk around naked?" she'll scoff, and Chris would honestly consider it. he wasn't really sure what would be worse, both ideas--her being naked or wearing her skimpy gowns--were just too appealing for completely different reasons and he's gonna be super grumpy about it.

he'll eventually snap, because of course he will. i don't think he'll last more than a day without physical contact. how could he not snap when she was rubbing ice on her skin every other second and his instincts just wouldn't shut up??

"that's it! i've had enough! can't stand this anymore, if i don't pump you full of my cum soon i'll explode. we're fucking in the bathtub right the fuck now!" and after he'll just add an oddly shy "if you want to, of course..." which will make her laugh. she'll just take his hand and tug him to the bathroom, all as she teases him a bit for how needy he got.

#🐧 anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

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sasusakucoded · 9 months

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A couple of weeks into their travel, Sasuke and Sakura were visited by Naruto and Sai to check in on them.

Sakura: When are you leaving?

Naruto: Hey Sakura-chan, we just got here you know! It seems that you want to send us away already. *teases*

Sakura: N-No! I was just asking!

Naruto: Kidding. Just after 3 days..

Sai: Yeah, we have to go back to Konoha soon too.

Sasuke: *drinks from his water container* Hn.

Sakura: Is it empty?

Sasuke: *nods*

Sakura: Here. *gives hers*

Naruto: Hmm. You never let us drink from your tumbler, Sakura-chan!

Sai: Yeah. I remember asking you for a sip one time and you denied me.

Sakura: I-I don't recall that. And we're required to bring our own! And it's not hygienic to share tumblers!

Naruto: Yeah right!

Sasuke: Sorry, I'll wash it later.

Sakura: Nooo. It's fine, Sasuke-kun..

Sai: Naruto, unless your name is Sasuke, you can't drink from her tumbler.

Naruto: *laughs* Right!!

Inner Sakura: SHANAROOO YOU GUYS ARE SO ANNOYING!!!

---

Naruto: Is that Sakura's earphones?

Sasuke: *removes one from his ear* Yeah.

Naruto: She never lent it to me!

Sasuke: Hmm?

Naruto: Sakura was one of the 1st ones to have earphones. It looked so cool but she never let us try!

Sai: She did let Ino try it though.

Naruto: Of course because she's her best friend!

Sasuke: I am also her best friend.

Naruto: Sakura and I are closer, Sasuke!

Sai: Then I'd say I'm also her close friend!

Sakura: *arrives with their food*

Naruto: Sakura-chan! Who is your best friend? Sasuke here claims he is!

Sakura: W-What are you guys up to??

Sai: Just answer.

Sakura: *gives Sasuke a knowing look* It has always been Ino.

Naruto: See? So, is that the reason why you never lend us your earphones?

Sakura: Why is it even an issue?? I told you it's not hygienic to share things! I learned about it in the Medical School.

Sai: Then why did you lend it to Sasuke when he asked?

Sasuke: /thinks/ I did not ask. She offered.

Sakura: We can't do much here so listening to music can kill time.

Sai: Fair enough.

Naruto: Then let me also try it now.

Sakura: No! I mean.. He's still using it. Right, Sasuke-kun?

Sasuke: Yeah.

Naruto: You guys are hopeless!

---

Sakura: Try this, Sasuke-kun. It's not too sour and salty, I promise. *feeds him a piece of umeboshi using her chopsticks*

Naruto: That is so unhygienic, Sakura-chan! *teases*

Sakura: *mouths* Shut up!!! *turns to Sasuke* Do you want more?

Sasuke: *nods*

Sai: I also want some, Sakura.

Sakura: *gives the container* Here.

Naruto: *feeds Sai using his chopsticks* Here, Sai! *laughs* Do you want more?

Sai: *nods*

Inner Sakura: Bakaaaaa!

---

Naruto: Sakura-chan. You take care. Sorry for messing with you! I find it funny when both of you blush.

Sakura: You guys put me on the spot multiple times!

Sai: Right, sorry about that. *smiles*

Naruto: *laughs* But those are true dattebayo! You only share things with Sasuke. And it totally makes sense because he's more than a best friend.

Sakura: Naruto!

Naruto: I'm happy that you two are together now. Please continue taking care of Sasuke.

Sakura: Of course! Thank you, Naruto, Sai. The past few weeks have been the best weeks of my life. So, don't worry about me. And here.. *gives them boxes*

Naruto: Is this—

Sakura: I won't share mine but you can definitely use yours. *giggles*

Naruto: Looks so cool, Sakura-chan!

Sai: Thanks, Sakura.

Sasuke: *arrives with a scroll* Please bring this to Kakashi.

Sai: *nods and takes it*

Naruto: Alright! We must go now. See you again soon!

Sasuke: Thank you for visiting us, Naruto, Sai. Till then!

Sakura: Bye, take care!

Naruto: Let's have a Team 7 reunion again soon! Next time with Kakashi-sensei. Bye!

#sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #team 7 #ss headcanon #uchihas #sscoded no 150

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 2 months

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I noticed your prompts are still open and I just realized that Harry has a nickname for all the Peters but there’s not really a nickname for him maybe you could a fic of them giving him a nickname like

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

(Ya know, I don't know what a good nickname for Peter 2's Harry would be 🤔 I feel like he can give them out pretty easily, but I don't know about receiving them as much ❤️🤔 Anyone have any suggestions? ❤️ :) Also, I did include some tickles at the end ❤️😁 Enjoy Anon! ❤️ :))

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Three cocked his head. "Why don't you have a nickname?"

"What do you mean Hotshot?"

"Well, One is itty-bitty, Two is itsy-bitsy, and I'm Hotshot." Three looked back at Harry. "But why don't we have a nickname for you?"

Harry turned to Peter 2.

The eldest Peter shrugged. "He has a point."

"I mean, I've never thought I needed one."

One put down his phone. "How did you come up with ours?"

Harry smirked at the eldest. "Well, you've heard the story of how itsy-bitsy got his."

Two kicked at his friend. "And you feel the need to remind me every chance you get!"

"Oh come ohon! Yohou're too cute not to."

"Shut up!" Two exclaimed as his face flushed bright red.

Harry chuckled as he turned to Peter 1. "Ahand itty-bittyhy got his because he's thehe youngest ahand thehe smallest."

One whined. "No Ihim not!"

"Stop lying!" Harry then turned back to Three. "And Hotshot is just self-explanatory."

Three chuckled. "Fahair."

"Soho the nicknames kinda just fit how I see your personalities I guess."

One moved closer to his older friend. "So I guess we just need to pick nicknames that fit how we see you?"

Harry wrapped his arm around the youngest's shoulders. "And how do you see mehe?"

"I don't know. You're like a really cool older brother."

Harry's eyes widened. "R-really?"

Two nudged his side. "Told you they loved you."

"Oh yeah?" The taller man shoved Peter 2. "And what about you?"

"Lihike another annoying brotheher."

"Oh wow!" Harry scribbled along his friend's side. "So we're annoying now?"

"Squee! Harry!"

One giggled. "Thahat wahas ruhude of hihim."

Two growled. "Watch ihit. Yohoure still within pinching rahange!"

The youngest squeaked.

Three chuckled. "Come on you twoho. We need to think of a nickname!"

Harry shook his head. "You don't have to."

"But we want to!" One responded. "Something that fits you!"

"I mean." Harry ruffled his curls. "I'll take one if you got it, but you don't have to force yourselves to think of one."

"He's right Uno," Three replied. "We want something that naturally fits our Harry."

"That's true." One scratched his chin then turned to Two. "Hey Two, what have you and MJ called him?"

"Oh boy." Two scratched his head. "I don't know if MJ has a nickname she calls him. He's always just been Harry to me."

"There was a phase when you called me bro."

Two groaned and covered his face. "I regret trying to be like the cool kids! It gave you too much ammo."

The talker man laughed. "Yeah, should hahave thohought of thahat before yohou embarrassed yohoursehelf itsy-bitsy."

Two aimed another kick at him.

"Welp, that didn't give us any ideas." Three perched on the back of the couch. "Maybe we just need some time to think on one."

A mischievous giggle bubbled out of the youngest as he quickly scurried his hands around Harry's sides. "Or we could tickle hihim sihince that gave hihim ohours."

Harry jumped and immediately went for One's hands. "Yohou sneheak!"

One squealed as Harry grappled with his hands. The two locked hands with each other and pushed back and forth in a battle.

Two grinned as he watched the two play fight, but then he tazered the back of Harry's ribs. "Greheat thinkihing Ohone!"

"ACK!" Harry dissolved into laughter. "PETER!

Three slipped down beside Peter 1. "Get him Uno!"

The younger two tackled Harry, immediately digging into whatever spot they could reach. Harry's head and shoulders landed in Two's lap as he toppled backwards.

"Careful guhuys." Two's fingers turned to his friend's neck. "Don't hurt hihim."

Harry swatted Two's hand. "Yohour cohoncehern ihis oveherwhelmiING! NOT THERE! NOT THEHERE!"

For a while, the only sounds that were heard were Harry's laughter and the mixed teases of the three Peters.

They would find the perfect nickname for Harry, but it might take a little experimentation to do so.

#lee harry osborn #ler peter 1 #ler peter 2 #ler peter 3 #ticklefic

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manofmanymons · 9 months

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I have concluded, based on an incredibly small sample size, that Ryo x Minoru is not too weird to talk about on tumblr dot com, and that at least one other human being on the face of home, planet earth, not only tolerates but ships it as well.

So I'm gonna be annoying about them for a minute!

I think they're cute as hell! I constantly think about the fact that in non truthful routes, Ryo takes Minoru's teasing to mean that he hates him, but in the truthful route he knows Minoru's antics are his way of cheering him up! + Minoru getting embarrassed about getting called out for it is silly and adorable!

I totally hc that over time they do just have a very specific dynamic with each other that only they understand. Minoru bullies Ryo and Ryo calls him a dick but really that's just their version of "hey how ya doin" "alright"

If Minoru's not messing with him, Ryo will check in and make sure he's okay. If Ryo is ever quiet and doesn't snap back, Minoru will check to see if he's okay.

Except the catch is that literally none of their friends have picked up on this. They all just think "why does Minoru always single out Ryo to pick on" and "Wow Ryo really can't stand Minoru, can he?"

They're genuinely considering talking to those two about their behavior and getting to the bottom of why they hate each other in hopes of getting them to get along better, only for them to rock up to the next friend hangout like "so we're dating now."

Everyone has the most overexaggerated sitcom-esque "WHAT" moment. Except Miu and Kaito who gave up on understanding other human beings so long ago that nothing can surprise them anymore and they're just like "oh cool congrats." Saki is surprised at first but very quickly is like "ohhhh that's why Ryo never shuts up about Minoru." She thought he was just complaining about him a lot but no that idiot had a crush the WHOLE time.

Oh oh oh hc that like on the first day or so of camp, when they first becoming friends, Minoru and Takuma were just talkin about boy stuff, and at some point they got on the topic of like "What's your type?" And Minoru with 0 hesitation was like "definitely a hot girl who's calm and gentle and would want a guy like me to take care of her" while picturing some classic comic book damsel in distress (delusional teen boy moment).

And now finally, FINALLY Takuma can make fun of Minoru for something. Minoru goes too far sharing an embarrassing thing Takuma did at school and Takuma just interrupts him like HEY WANT ME TO TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND WHAT YOU SAID YOUR IDEAL SIGNIFICANT OTHER WOULD BE

And it shuts him right up ksksnf

Minoru is the only person other than Saki that knows that Ryo only actually means "leave me alone" about 20% of the time, and the rest of the time that just means "I'm not feeling great but don't want to/don't know how to talk about it" and will do the OPPOSITE of leaving him alone (coming over to keep him company).

MINORU BEFRIENDING RYO'S DAD BY MAKING DAD JOKES. RYO IS SUFFERING KSJSKDN

Boyfriend who doesn't talk much x boyfriend who won't shut the fuck up beloved dynamic

Once in a rare while Minoru gets a little overwhelming for Ryo to deal with, but he never takes it personally. He knows his bf loves him, he can just only take so much LOUD at a time. He has other friends he can hand out with while Ryo is in recharge mode.

...Minoru taking advantage of no longer being a single pringle to torment his friends with the "no bitches" meme. The first time Ryo is the one to send it in chat, everyone is like "NOOOO THE MINORUFICATION OF OUR BELOVED RYO HAS FINALLY HAPPENED, IT'S RYOVER."

Bc that's how youths today talk, I believe. /hj

Ryo...surprisingly sappy. Minoru thinking he'd have to remind him of their anniversary only to show up at his place and immediately have flowers shoved in his face. RIP Saki and Shuuji for being the main victims of Ryo talking about Minoru for an hour. The bastard can pretend to be totally normal about his bf in front of the others, but those two know the truth. He is very strategic about NOT telling Takuma jackshit. Both because he's a respectful little lad and knows that there are some things no one wants to know about their best friend, and because he doesn't trust Takuma not to share any cheesy thing he might say with Minoru.

Minoru, surprisingly, also doesn't tell Takuma too much in the way of his love life. School life, home life, fandom life, sure. Love life? Absolutely not. Too much of a "that's not the kinda thing guys talk about" guy.

Famous last sentiments before Takuma becomes an annoying guy who won't shut up about his own bf 24/7 but that's beside the point

I think neither of them would be big on pda. They both get embarrassed too easy. Even then they're dating Ryo still calls Minoru a jerk. Minoru increases the frequency of which he obnoxiously calls Ryo "senpai." They are both, however, allergic to petnames.

Minoru tried saying "sweetie" once at Takuma's behest, and Ryo made him swear to NEVER do that again.

..despite being too embarrassed to hold his hand or kiss him in public, Minoru WILL make random excuses to touch his bf. Stupid things like "your headband was crooked" or "there was an eyelash on your face."

I don't have a good conclusion to this post, just know that I think about them a lot.

#digimon survive #minoru hinata #ryo tominaga

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godlizzza · 2 years

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Prompt: In the couple down the street we saw danberts first kiss, but what about the second kiss?? 👀👀

Dan was officially annoyed. Ever since that first night in the new apartment when he'd had a break with reality and decided kissing Herbert would be a good idea, Herbert had been more than a little skittish around him. He'd pointedly kept his distance from Dan, refusing the step within an arm's length of him, jumping about a foot in the air if Dan caught him unaware, and generally making a great show of it all.

As though Dan were some menacing, kissing fiend, likely to strike if Herbert let his guard down even for a moment. At first Dan had been embarrassed, the hot sting of humiliation and confusion at his actions over-riding anything else, but as the days went on and Herbert kept up with his antics, he just started to get plain irritated.

His ire boiled over about a week after the incident. The two of them were sat in their still-sparsely-decorated living/dining room, eating some pasta Dan had picked up on the way home in an uncomfortable silence. Usually, they'd be able to go long stretches of time in companionable quiet, with only the occasional murmur, but that familiar atmosphere was gone, replaced with a tension that hung thick in the air between them. Dan hated it. He never thought he would miss the sound of Herbert's voice, but here he was, wishing he'd open his mouth and rattle on about work, whether it be about the hospital or the re-agent.

Dan glanced at said mouth, but Herbert kept his lips firmly shut as he chewed, staring idly out the window, where the bustling sound of the city wafted in. He lowered his fork and that was when Dan noticed a small dollop of bolognese sauce caught in the corner of his mouth.

"You have something," Dan said, reaching without thinking to catch the sauce with his thumb.

He barely grazed Herbert's lip when Herbert flinched back, his own hand rising to smack Dan's hand away.

"I can get it myself, thank you," Herbert snapped, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth.

The crack in his voice and the way he eyed Dan warily made his patience snap.

"Enough, already!" he shouted and Herbert froze. Dan sighed and shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut against the memory of Herbert's lips, cool and wet from the outside rain. "Stop acting like- like I'm gonna jump you at any second. I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you want to hear?"

"What're you sorry for?" Herbert asked, barely opening his mouth to speak the words.

Dan frowned and looked at him, trying to puzzle out his impassive expression. "You know. For...For kissing you like that. I don't know what came over me."

Herbert pursed his lips- still smeared with traces of tomato sauce. "I see."

"What does that mean?" Dan asked, his face hot as he watched Herbert shrug his shoulders and push ravioli around his plate.

"Nothing. But just so we're clear, I would've been fine with it if you'd given me a warning."

"What?"

The word was out of Dan's mouth without his permission. Herbert didn't reply. As Dan squinted closer at him he realised Herbert's poker face was hiding a flush in his cheeks. The sight caused Dan's stomach to perform a complicated set of flips.

"I just wasn't expecting it," Herbert went on, scratching at his collar. "I mean, yes, I bought you dinner, but that wasn't an open invitation to do whatever-"

"You're not upset that I kissed you?" Dan interrupted, the gears of his brain turning to try and process this new nugget of information. He shook his head and stared at Herbert incredulously. "Then why've you been acting off all week?"

"Me?" Herbert's eyes bugged behind his glasses. "You're the one who's been sulking and stalking around the apartment like some melancholic ghoul."

Dan wouldn't personally have labeled his behaviour as 'sulking' but he was too busy trying to understand the implications of what Herbert was saying to argue the point. He glanced up at him again, letting his gaze slowly drink in the sight of him. In the soft glow of the lamp light, Herbert looked rather...nice. His hair mussed up and unkempt after a long day's work, his shirt sleeves pushed up, showing off the slim hoop of his wrists and his long, dexterous fingers. His eyes, always alert and sharp, were a pretty hazel colour, and framed with lashes longer than Dan had ever realised. And yes, he had an enticing mouth. Pouty, and soft, and begging to be kissed.

"Okay," Dan said slowly, rising from his chair. "And if I did...give you a warning?"

He stepped around the table, Herbert's eyes following him the whole way, until he was bending down to Herbert's eye-level, gripping the back of his chair. His thumb brushed between Herbert's shoulder blades. From this close he could smell the laundry detergent clinging to his shirt, could feel the puff of Herbert's breath ghosting over his mouth. It made his earlier frustration melt away, replaced by a pleasant shiver of anticipation.

Herbert cocked his head to the side, his jaw twitching with an obvious effort to keep his face neutral. "I might have agreed." Dan inched forward, but before their lips could touch Herbert jerked back. "This wouldn't change anything," he rushed to say. "We would still just be partners. In the working sense."

"Right," Dan murmured, frowning at the sudden coldness in his chest. "Nothing would change."

Herbert visibly relaxed then blinked a few times in quick succession. "Good."

Dan wondered at himself. Isn't that what he wanted? Was he just physically attracted to Herbert? Craving the sensation of being close to someone, to hold them skin-to-skin, wherever he could find it?

Dan didn't have time to ponder this for too long, because then his mouth finally pressed to Herbert's and they were kissing. The rush of desire that swept through him took Dan by surprise, but he was instantly leaning down and pressing closer to Herbert, kissing him deeper. His nerves were tingling all over with the knowledge that it was Herbert's face he was cradling in his hands, Herbert's fists grabbing handfuls of his sweater to pull him closer, Herbert's mouth he couldn't stop kissing over and over. That first kiss had been nothing compared to this, with Herbert actually responding and kissing him back. He was high on the feeling, addicted to the rumble in Herbert's chest and the breathy, little sighs he let out against Dan's cheek when they broke apart for air.

"Danny," Herbert whispered and Dan knew then that he'd lied.

This would change something. Things wouldn't be the same. He could never go back to being the man who hadn't experienced Herbert West sighing a sweet petname into his ear.

#thank u for this prompt!#I was halfway through writing this and thinking that I hated it then I got to the end and decided I do like it #dan cain #herbert west #danbert #the couple down the street #re-animator #asks #my fics #writing prompt

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coraphoenix · 1 year

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ik everybody was like "oml simping for rooster/bob/hangman/coyote/insert man here" but like... can we give big ups to monica barbaro for clearly playing someone who is definitely different to herself in very key ways, most noticeably in physicality? the way phoenix walks and sits and holds herself feels very specific to phoenix/natasha trace, and that is so cool! of! her!

(also apparently she was a badass in the backseat and never got too nauseous, which, also cool)

YES! YES! YES! Anon, I hope you're ready for me to ramble a bit. I first watched TGM in early June, and Phoenix was one of the first characters that stayed with me after I had left the cinema. I wasn't sure what it was at first, but as someone in the writing industry, I took that as my excuse to go back and rewatch the movie and analyze it. That's another path I won't go down for now.

But Phoenix as a character, from my perspective as an audience member, was great! When I first began to really think on why I liked her, I realized that she wasn't annoying. "What do you mean by that, Raven?" you ask. Well, a lot of films and TV series try so hard to be "empowering" and "feminist" that they often end up doing the exact opposite by absolutely annoying the audience and making the female character way too arrogant and flashy. Phoenix was as much a part of the group as all the others. In that bar scene, which is impeccable from a writing point of view by the way because of how it introduces 7 people in a couple of minutes, the positioning of the characters and their dialogue immediately makes us pick up on certain things subconsciously. For instance, Phoenix walks in with Fanboy and Payback walking ever so slightly behind her. It's a quiet nod to her as the "leader" of their little friend group and also tells us more about Payback and Fanboy. When Hangman baits her within a second of seeing her, she's annoyed yes, but also a little amused, which makes us think, "Oh, she's confident. She's got her shit together even in the face of someone as cocky as Hangman." She's smart and doesn't underestimate Maverick, which Monica speaks about in this interview. Phoenix establishes herself as capable in our minds, and when she tells Rooster, "I'm going on this mission," we're not thinking pfft. Right! Instead, we're accepting it as a very probable outcome because she's shown that she's fit for the mission. Her immediate appraisal of Bob at the bar is another great indicator of her character, going back to her not underestimating anyone. While everyone is amused by his callsign and maybe making fun of him for it a little, she finds a way to include him while also challenging him, almost like she's saying Do you have what it takes? Show me.

Now onto Monica, I will never shut up about what a great job she did with Phoenix! As you said anon, one of the most noticeable things is the physicality. The way Phoenix walks and stands (which @autumntouched has also mentioned) serve to further characterize her and make our minds subconsciously form a certain opinion of her. Again I could talk about this for hours, but I don't want to bore you all. I've watched so many interviews that had me in awe of Monica tbh. All of the cast and some of the people who have worked with them on the film have attested to how well she handled the G's. Glen often mentions how she was practically surpassing them all with the flight stuff and that he had trouble keeping up with her. Honestly, I'm in awe of her even as a ballet dancer because that takes so much effort and practice. So yeah, I'm in absolute awe of Monica, and I can't imagine anyone else better suited for the role of Phoenix. Her dedication to the role and understanding of its impact is so beautiful, and I think that is a big part of why a lot of us love Phoenix. Monica also mentions how Phoenix is a pilot that happens to be female, and that's why she's playing her. There aren't things that set her apart in terms of skills etc. in the film!

Okay, that's it for now!

#raven rambles #anon asks #natasha phoenix trace #natasha trace #monica barbaro

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