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teapartyprincess4two · 1 month

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heyyy can u pls do sfw/nsfw matt with tough gf😮‍💨😮‍💨

Tough- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Tough!reader x Boyfriend!Matt

classification: SFW & NSFW head cannons

inspiration: request^^

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship

summary: head cannons of Matt with a tough girlfriend!

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☆SFW

For your entire life you’ve been classified using one word: tough. You’re extremely resilient, stubborn, and hardworking, and these are all qualities Matt loves about you.

☆ You refuse to ask for help, even when you desperately need it and most times Matt doesn’t even know you needed help to begin with.

☆ A flat tire stares back at you, taunting and challenging you to change it.

☆ You roll up your sleeves and throw your hair up in a pony tail, gathering the tools necessary to swap the tire out.

☆ Sweat is dripping down your face and glistening against your shoulders. “Babe? What are you doing?” Matt asks, watching tentatively from the porch.

☆ “Changing this damn tire,” you grunt, tightening the last bolt before throwing the wrench back into the tool box.

☆ You prefer comfort so your wardrobe is a mix between girly and tomboy, consisting mainly of graphic t-shirts and baggy jeans.

☆ “I’m ready,” you say, hopping off the last step as you enter the living room.

☆ Matt leans against the couch, peering behind him to catch a glimpse of you. “Is that my shirt?” he asks, getting up to examine your outfit better.

☆ “Yup. Let’s go, we’re gonna be late,” you reply, placing a cap over your straightened hair and adjusting your plethora of necklaces.

☆ “She lowkey got that shit on though,” Chris chuckles from beside Matt, earning himself a playful push.

☆ Sometimes you don’t measure your words or your tone, forgetting that you’re talking to your boyfriend and not one of your ‘homies.’

☆ When the conversation is normal, he ignores it. But when your tone meanders into rude territory, he immediately puts an end to it.

☆ “Dude, what the fuck?! I cleaned that shit yesterday! How is it already dirty, bro?” you exclaim, hands pointing accusatorially at Matt.

☆ “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just talk to me like that,” he responds, jaw clenched. “Let’s start over, yeah?”

☆ You take a deep breath, exhaling all your anger before replying, “Babe, what the heck?! I cleaned that thing yesterday! How is it already dirty, baby?”

☆ Matt knows you threw the pet names in there for show, but he appreciates you trying, even if it is laced with sarcasm.

☆ You’re insanely strong and when you’re not at home or at work, you’re at the gym.

☆ “I’ll be back in like an hour, okay? We can order something for dinner when I get back,” you peck Matt’s check, slinging your duffel back over your shoulder.

☆ “Hmm okay,” he murmurs, delivering a quick slap to your ass.

☆ Matt’s grateful that you aren’t overly affectionate in public, mostly because he’s extremely reserved and prefers to keep your relationship private.

☆ The most you’ll do is hold his hand, hug him, or kiss his cheek. Sometimes you’ll be even less affectionate when around his friends and siblings.

☆ That doesn’t mean you don’t mark your territory though, especially when you get jealous.

☆ “Hi baby,” your voice is high-pitched and excited, a very unusual mix coming from you. You cling to Matt’s side as another girl tries chatting him up.

☆ “Hi,” he replies, wrapping an arm around you and resting his hand on your ass. He’s slightly confused, but quickly realizes you’re jealous.

☆ When you start kissing, the girl finally gets the hint and leaves. “Dumb bitch,” you grumble, pulling away from Matt slightly.

☆ He chuckles and pulls you back in, showing you he only has eyes for you.

☆ “Need help?” Matt asks from behind you, watching as you struggle to reach something from the top shelf.

☆ “Nope. Almost got it,” you reply, your tongue poking out in concentration.

☆ Matt pushes against your backside, wrapping a strong arm around your waist as he reaches over you.

☆ “Here,” he hands the item to you, watching the frustration leave your face.

☆ Arguments, although they’re few and far between, can escalate very quickly between you two.

☆ You’re both stubborn, so no matter what you always believe you’re right.

☆ Angry, hurtful words are exchanged and before you know it you’re both storming off in opposite directions.

☆ You’re not one to cry easily, but if the argument is frustrating enough the tears will start flowing.

☆ “Y/n?” Matt asks tentatively, peering into your shared bedroom to find you curled up under the blankets. Your small sniffles fill the room.

☆ A frown forms on his face as he joins you under the covers, immediately you pulling into him. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, pecking your forehead. “Me too,” you hiccup, burying your face in his chest.

☆ You’re not afraid to slap Matt’s ass, especially after he does it to you.

☆ At first he used to hate it, but now he knows to expect it.

☆ Usually you’ll sneak your hand into the back pocket of his pants afterwards, walking around like that no matter where you are.

☆ A long list of to-do’s is constantly forming in your mind, even on your days off, and you’re not afraid to get bossy so it can all get done.

☆ “Matt, you mow the lawn and wash the cars. I’ll clean the house and do the laundry,” you instruct.

☆ “So bossy,” he laughs.

☆ “Or you can just do all of it?” you suggest with a quirked brow and a sassy hand on your hip. “No ma’am, I’m going.”

☆ “Mhm that’s what I thought.”

☆NSFW

Your tough girl attitude can sometimes get you in trouble, earning you punishments that put you in your place.

☆ When you’re together in private, Matt sees a side of you that you never show the world.

☆ You’re sweet and soft, juxtaposing the tough girl demeanor you usually display. If you ever act up in public, though, Matt is quick to remind you of this when you’re in private.

☆ “Wanna act stupid? Yeah?” He grunts, hips rocking against you at an ungodly pace.

☆ You whimper, too fucked out to respond. “That’s what I fucking thought,” his harsh words are followed by a hand wrapping around your throat.

☆ Your smart mouth is usually what gets you in trouble. “You think you look cute talking to me like that? Embarrassing me in front of all our friends?”

☆ He holds a firm grip of your face, forcing you to make eye contact as you reply with a hum.

☆ That’s enough for him to shove you into the bed, face down ass up. He slips into you without hesitation, hips snapping so harshly against your skin that the sound echoes throughout the room.

☆ “Not gonna stop until you learn your lesson,” he growls, pulling your hair into a ponytail and using it as leverage to fuck you harder.

☆ The pleasure is so good that you don’t even want it to stop, you just use your smart remarks to egg him on.

☆ Other times, your attitude travels into the bedroom and you have Matt beneath you completely overstimulated.

☆ “Y/n— fuck! I can’t anymore,” his words are choked, his eyes squeezing shut as he tries to focus on lasting longer.

☆ “Yes you can baby, I know you can” you purr, rocking your hips back and forth on his cock.

☆ Without another warning, his hips are stuttering as his hot cum paints your walls. That was his fourth orgasm and you show no signs of stopping soon.

☆ He loves teasing you because he knows you’ll get riled up enough to dominate him.

☆ He’s leaned against the headboard, eagerly awaiting your next move.

☆ You crawl over to him, situating yourself over his crotch. Instinctively, his hands travel to your hips, a firm grip pushing you down on his erection.

☆ A tsk escapes your lips, “You’re not gonna get what you want that easily, baby. You’re gonna have to work for it.”

☆ Your words put him in a trance and he’s ready to comply to your every command.

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A/n: she (me) is not tuff - L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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mechaknight-98 · 4 months

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Best Buddies Ft SinB (NSFW)

Authors note: I'm releasing my Wednesday release a bit early because I understand that not everyone may like it so I might as well get it out of the way. If you enjoy cool. Feel free to tell me what you like and who you would like to see next.

You enter the code for your apartment tired, and frustrated. Your apartment has always felt cramped. Like a rat inside of a cage. You hated it the artificial lights grated on your senses. You yearned for the countryside or any respite from this artificial city. Before your fury could stew further a voice rings out in comfort.

"Aye, you look like shit," SinB says to you as you walk into your shared small abode. you smirk as she has the temperature just right to shake off the cold, and the smell of pizza fills the air.

“How do you know you can't even see me?” you yell.

“I have seen you come home enough times to know when you'll look like shit. Especially when you're 2 hours late.” SinB chortles.

You smirk at SinB before retorting, "Well yeah some of us have to work normal jobs where we look like shit." you smile when SinB comes into view. Her resting serious face appears stern but to you, it was a facade as you walked over to your buddy. You hug her tightly. SinB looks at you while you hug her

“What’s got you smiling so much?” SinB asks intrigued as she breaks away and walks around you.

You smile harder as you answer “Nothing just happy to be home with friends.” you loved her tough exterior hiding her soft and goofy heart.

“Ah now don't go all sappy on me. It's annoying,” SinB replies feigning an annoyed tone that you knew she was happy to see you.

“Well with the day I had, I get the right to be.” you challenge.

SinB stops in front of you and holds your hands. She watches as they violently shake with the remaining workday jitters and anger

“You need a new job, I can feel your body tremble with rage. Why do you let them treat you like that?” SinB says plainly

“Why are you hiring?” you tease.

SinB smacks your arm as she laughs. Her response is biting, short but true“I'm serious I can feel how sad and angry you are. Why do you let these people walk all over you,”

“I know it's just…” you begin

“I know I know you have to be guarded and can't “expose yourself to harm” but you being the considerate one harming you. consider finding a better environment” SinB implores you

You shrug this job was a massive pain to get and you didn't want to leave SinB hanging so you throw her a bone, “Well if you know where I should look, I will,” you reply

SinB pouts as she watches your features, she eyes you up and down as you change out of your work clothes into normal clothes, “Why don't you go back to photography? You were so good at it!”

You sigh as you've had this conversation over and over “It didn't pay the bills.”

SinB grins mischievously as she counters, “If I remember correctly it paid most of them before we met.”

You groan remembering the context, “Well, that was before we began living together in this dump.”

As you walk to grab a slice of cheese Pizza SinB narrows her eyes and asks “Maybe then we should move back to the countryside at least for a bit. You can go back to photography and I can still focus on Viviz”

Your eyes spring back to life as you excitedly say, “I love that! how about we do that three months from now sound?”

SinB pouts and groans at your lack of impulsivity, “I’m okay with it but I'd rather you quit tomorrow.”

You look at SinB worried “SinB you know I can't do that”

SinB steals your slice and with a partially full mouth garbled “Why not? What happened to my country boy who wanted to document the world?”

“I think he moved in with a famous pop star and needed to not be a burden to her, I need to be careful” you respond

SinB smiles and chuckles. when you walk into the small kitchen area of your apartment you see SinB who smiles at you. She walks over to you and stares at you her adorable pout lives up the oppressively dull apartment you lived in. She gets closer and hugs you as she does she hands you a slice of pizza it's Hawaiian, your favorite.

“You need to get out of Seoul,” SinB says as she caresses your back. You nod as you take a bit of pizza

"Ah, my favorite. what's the occasion?" you ask curious. SinB smiles

She purses her lips before saying, "Well I thought I should get something for my best Buddy before I leave for my world tour."

You smile proud of her and all of her hard work. You take a bite of Pizza then say, "Oh right Congrats. So is this your going away party? Also, this is the reason I can't leave tomorrow we have too much going on "

SinB smiles before she says seductively, "Something like that."

You tilt your head to look down at her. Her eyes are full of excitement but also nerves, which makes you worry so you ask a teasing question."But don't you want to be with your family, friends, or members?" you tease as you finish your Pizza slice

The air drastically shifts from loving to lustful "Well, I would but I couldn't do this. SinB says before bringing you into a lurid and fevered kiss. She also squeezes your ass and begins to massage it. when you feel her tongue venture into your mouth you break the kiss. a trail of saliva being the only remnant of the lip lock. SinB licks her lips.

"So this isn't an innocent meeting between friends?" you ask with feigned annoyance.

"Oh Please it's been a week since we've fucked." SinB said bluntly. She pouted at you before continuing, "We need this. Plus I know you have been dreaming about my body. I know yours has been running around in my mind." as she speaks she closes in on you again and firmly grabs your ass before bringing you in for another kiss. this one is even more hot and heavy than the last. you stay with her in this moment getting lost in each other's taste. When I pull away from SinB she smirks evilly which in this context can only mean one thing. "God I love your ass. I can't wait to pound it to oblivion." SinB mewls as she leads you to the bedroom. Your eyes roll.

"is this the only reason you took a chance on a foreigner like me, just so you could use my ass?" you question your friend with benefits.

"No you pillowy ass is just the icing on the cake. You're kind, smart, honest, and tough so I can be me when I am with you as opposed to SinB the K-pop star. I can be Hwang Eunbi the lady." SinB said wistfully.

You tilt your head at her words, as they stirred your heart not to lust but to care, despite being Lusty partners you had grown to care for Eunbi the girl, and weren't just in it for SinB the star. In the mundane moments you gathered while living together you learned a lot about her. Her likes her dislikes. Her apprehensions and her relations. Besides her members, you were probably the one who knew her best, but that went both ways. When SinB looked into your eyes she saw her “cuddle bear”. She saw the soft-hearted but fierce-minded guy whom she was trying hard not to fall for. She respected your opinions and insights on the world. So seeing you so furious with no recourse at her up. You smile at Eunbi and realize you've fallen for her. This revelation of hers was news to you so you ask, "So would you rather me call you Eunbi?"

Eunbi's eyes cloud over with lust as she stares at you hungrily, "OOh, I like that say it again." she demands in her "Sex starved tone."

"Uh Eunbi." Eunbi's eyes disappear as she smiles with a brightness that can rival the sun. You truly love her goofy eye smile and wish she would wear it all the time. In your opinion it was better than most of the other accessories she would often wear. When she regains her composure she pushes you into the bedroom and locks the door.

"Strip," she commands. you do as she commands as she strips as well. when you are both naked as the day you were born you approach your "friend with benefits."

"I'd usually say take me to dinner first but we kinda already did that." you tease which causes Eunbi to laugh as she looks for her strapon. you kiss her forehead and keep her close for a bit which she appreciates but also she's needy and goes back to her searching.

When she finds the strap she puts it on and sashays back to you before she bends you over the bed and slaps your ass she watches as the flesh jiggles with delight.

Eunbi’s dainty hand actresses your rear, “okay babe relax.”

You hear Eunbi’s slip of the tongue and turn to face her, as you say “Babe?” Eunbi blushes before telling you to shut up. You hear her spit and try to relax.

"Okay, I am going to start, and then after that rail me until I can't walk anymore," Eunbi says with eyes glazed over by need and lust but lit with excitement. As She fastens the strap she moans as one of the heads is driven deep into her pussy. You breathe as she impales you

“God I forgot how tight you were relax babe it will be fine,” Eunbi assures you, and in her eyes you see concern. You know she wants you to feel as good as she does and doesn't want you hurt. So you slow your breathing and calm the jitters. As she thrusts into you again the stresses and annoyances of work wash away. “Atta boy babe,” SinB says as she slides in and out. You moan which makes Eunbi swell with joy. “You like how I fuck that fat ass babe.”

“Oh yes” you moan Eunbi smiles as she keeps thrusting. Despite the uncanny feeling of being pegged. It was a pleasant still euphoric experience. As Eunbi continued her thrusts you moan to her “Oh god yes take all your stress out on my fat ass dominate it.” you almost yell to Eunbi. As she pounds into your ass this strange feeling of compertion sets in. It drives you wild to watch your friend? Have her way with you. So you egg her on even harder letting yourself submit to her. “Oh don't you love this fat ass that ripples each time you pound into it?” you say as you watch Eunbi lose control.

She pulls your back up and says “I love this slutty ass. It's all mine too, and no one else. I love that this fat ass is only mine to fuck and mine to ruin. I love it.” Eunbi says as she continues to speed up her thrusts. You see sweat build on her body, but then you feel your head being jerked to her eyes.

“Be a good boy for me babe and roll those pretty eyes back.” as she says that she goes deeper than you've ever felt and you scream. Eunbi moans “There's my good boy. The good boy who’s always so supportive of me and everything I do. The good boy who left his photography job so he could live with me. The good boy who lets me ruin his ass. That's who you are. Don't let anyone tell you different.” Eunbi says as she continues to pound into you. While she does so Eunbi begins stroking your dick while she fucks you. You Moan and writhe in her arms overwhelmed. seeing this Eunbi decides to send you over the edge. “Is my good Boy gonna cum. Because I think my good boy needs it. Forget about work forget about your terrible boss just focus on me, good boy. Let me take care of you.” to send you over the edge she nibbles on your right ear. her actions and words meteor you over the edge. You start cumming and can't stop your seed flying all across the bed. Eunbi smiles as she continues to use your ass chasing her release now as she watches your cock viciously spray all over the bed. After your orgasm ends you lay on the bed as she continues to rail you Eunbi smiles as she sees your body release the tension you've held since you walked in the apartment.

this stokes the flames of Eunbi’s lust which push her to fuck you harder. You turn your back to watch Eunbi lose herself to the pleasure of her bright smile plastered all over her face

“Babe” she groans you turn to face her “I'm cumming.” you smile as she moans and screams before falling on top of you. You scoop up the smaller lady and you both lie on the bed. Removing the cum stained comforter first obviously. The saccharine scent of sex permeates the bedroom as the two of you lie down together. “I have never seen you cum that much or that violently,” SinB says with a raised eyebrow

You smile as you fix her hair before saying, “Well yeah how could I not when my best buddy takes such good care of me.”

SinB blushes and pouts as she says “Well someone has to take care of my good boy since he won't do it for himself.”

The atmosphere goes from lurid to chaste as you lay next to Eunbi. Your body eases more as she plays with your hands. She turns and boops your nose, and your heart explodes causing you to say, “I love you Eunbi.”SinB’s eyes widen at your statement and she goes silent. You watch as her brain squirms and tries to process your statement and her own emotions regarding you.

“You’re a dick you know that.” SinB says.

You laugh as she continues to play with your hair, “I told you this would get messy and that's why I didn't want to start this relationship.”

“I know Mr. Know it all but couldn't you have been less annoying about it?” SinB asks pointed you shrug at her question.

“You’ve been so good to me and providing me such peace in all of this how could I not fall for you?” you ask Eunbi

Eunbi smirks and says, “I am pretty great aren't I?” you nod and she starts kissing you again while rubbing your hardening cock at a egregiously slow pace. You groan as the kiss breaks. Eunbi stares at you with wanton eyes, you know what she wants. You get up and move her to her favorite position; doggy. You rub your rod across the edge of her folds. She is absolutely drenched to the point of it pooling under her cunt and as you continue to tease her she yells at you. “Stop teasing me. Be a good boy and rail me.” you smile and oblige like the good boy you are. Your first thrust into SinB is much like her subtle but overwhelming. Shes is always tighter than you think she would be and as you bottom out slowly in her she mewls in fervent pleasure, you groan as she moans saying,”oh yes Zod fill me.”

“Shit Eunbi. How are you always so tight?” you question

“I'm always tight for my good boy,” Eunbi says with a wicked smile before you begin to thrust. You start slowly hoping to give her time to adjust but she yells at you to go faster and harder she can take it. So again you are obliged you watch as she loses herself to the pleasure and says “God you fill me so well.” and as her breath hitches she becomes impossibly tight, oh God I'm cumming” SinB yells as she begins to squirt all over the bed. A first for the both of you actually since you had never seen this before. Her tightness is so overwhelming in fact that it forces you out of her as she rides her orgasm. While her body rages on without you watching as continues chasing the high. After SinB calms down you look at the mess she made and sigh. She looks at you apologetically as you gesture for her to get up so you can wash all of the bedding now. As the two of you wait you go back to the now-cold pizza and begin eating it well you just dive right in Eunbi heats hers up in the oven “like a civilized person” but cold pizza is delicious so you ignore her remark as you continue eating. SinB smirks and after her pizza is finished she sits next to you. She leans on you as the two of you eat pizza naked in your shared apartment.

“Hey Zod why did you agree to move in with me?” Eunbi asks.

“I thought it would be fun. I didn't expect We’d become so close,” you respond

“Do you like us being so “close?” she asks. I can hear the worry in her voice and I respond

“Despite hating this workload and culture I have never once regretted the time we've spent together and would do it all over again,” you answer

SinB looks at you surprised to hear you say such kind words, “oh you've fallen for me hard.” she teases. You nod.

SinB pouts, “How do you do it? How do you stay so calm when everything around you is on fire.” she asks

You turn to her with a simple response, “I always weigh the cost of losing my cool. At work if I hit Mark for saying something smart about you I won't be able to see you anymore.” you say calmly

“So you endure all this for me?” Eunbi asks

“No, you are just icing on the cake.” you tease Eunbi which causes her to hit you.

“I love you too best buddy,” Eunbi says as she leans into you again

#viviz sinb #sinb #viviz #viviz smut #sinb smut #kpop fanfic #fanfic #male reader

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cupidscrule · 4 months

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BLACK CAT

Leon X Fem! reader

P in V, smut

[ no tw, vanillaish idk ]

1.2k wrd

”Woah, woah, slow down” Leon chuckled as you started explaining another cool story to him.

Your relationship was like the definition of a black cat and a golden retriever. You always have so much energy and are nice to almost everyone. Leon on the other hand is a tough agent who doesn’t really enjoy showing much emotion. He’s pretty stern towards others— but his softspot for you is clear.

”Okay, i’m listening. Tell me” He said while you were walking together with your fingers interlocked.

"okay okay! So THEN after Fluttershy wrote an entire song, rainbow dash just decides to throw it out? Ugh she's such a bitch. Don't you agree? I mean her friend went through all the trouble to try and get them to win the battle of the bands but she's so selfish.." you said, going on about a children's movie. You loved cute things, hello kitty, my little pony, really anything a 12 year old girl would be obsessed with, wearing cute little outfits and rambling about pointless stuff. But hey it made you happy and Leon thought it was adorable

"Mhm, yeah, so selfish" Leon couldn’t help but chuckle a little about how into the movie she was. by now he knew EVERYTHING about these stupid colourful horses, rainbowdash, fluttershy, twilight, pinkie, apple jack, list goes on. Honestly from what he knew rarity seemed like the best- I mean she was a boss bitch.

He found the whole thing pretty amusing, you were just so excited about it and he’s glad you have stuff you're so.. passionate about

"I mean, it would probably get annoying if her friend just wasted all that effort right? " He said trying to show his interest in her story.

"exactly! Ugh finally you get it" you said smiling up to him, leaning closer into his side as you two walked down back home, it was a long day. Like REALLY long, you took Leon shopping, got your nails done, bought some new skirts, and a new album. All that sort of stuff, but y'know dragging Leon aside you cause someone had to carry the shit, you were gettin really close to the outside of your house, skipping beside Leon holding hands. Life was like a dream.

But the long day out had Leon pretty tired— he had to drag a lot of your stuff around and you insisted they go to multiple stores (you tried to be nice and let him pick something out but he was too tired and grumpy, I know right such a dick head?)

When you were about to arrive home, he looked at you as you skipped around excitedly and smiled softly. Despite what he’s put through, he can’t deny that he finds your behavior adorable.

He squeezed your hand and chuckled a little before you guys got in front of your door.

"Oo Leon tomorrow we should watch rainbow rocks, then you'll understand what I'm talking about better" you say giggling as you step into your house, taking off your little boots and walking away from Leon plopping your ass on the leather sofa, even if you were like if you gave a six year old crack mixed with sour gummy worms even you could get kinda tired. Right, ain't that surprising? Little princess bitch face getting tired, after crawling over Leon like a little kid and skipping everywhere, runnin, jumping, god doing everything known to fucken man kind

“don’t know if we’ll have the time because of..” Leon muttered under his breath, he didn’t want to upset you and ruin your mood when you’re so excited.

He walked over to the couch and sat beside you silently and just observed you as you started talking about the movie. He placed a hand over your thigh, brushing up and down just silently smiling hearing you decribe your weird ass fictional horse people argue with other creatures from mythology, honestly sometimes he wondered if you needed to be checked into a mental hospital. Little grippy sock princess

“Wellll, maybe we can watch it tomorrow..” He shrugged. “I mean, i’ll do anything you want” Leon chuckled looking over at you.

He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him, his body was pretty warm given how hot the day was and his arm was pretty comfortable.

He kissed you forehead before wrapping his other arm around you, squeezing you a little. You loved when he was affectionate, but not in a creepy way, a cute way. But after a long day a girl can get a bit needy, like sue me but when you have a hot ass man cradling you and taking you everywhere, GOD it's like an angel is sent from heaven to fuck you. But fuck you in a good homemade porno way, not one of thoes shitty ones with a whole plotline. Just straight raw fucking

You turn around, breaking his grip on you before climbing onto his lap, placing yourself onto his thigh "Woah Woah, calm down- y'know I'm tire-" he was trying to speak, silly men. You land a big fat kiss on his lips to shut him up, slowly moving yourself on his thigh, pulling away from him getting a breath, saliva dripping down your face like an animal, staring at him in the eyes, his face slightly shocked you made the first move. But you felt something perk up, bingo. Always know what can make your man want ya

"God I can't just stare at your handsome face and do nothing-" you mutter under your breath, pushing yourself closer into him, kissing his face like a big ol' dog, your free hand finding its way to his jean zipper, undoing it his fat dick springing up, he grabs you by your hips, pulling your panties aside, slapping you onto his cock, a groan coming from his lips, honestly didn't expect the day to end like this, went from talkin ponies to getting your brains fucked out. Like a good girl you ride him, his hands are placed on your hips moving you at a decent pase, bit fast but he did do A LOT of work today, guess he deserves it. Nothing else in the world matters right now, euphoric feeling, he thrusted up into you, taking one hand off your hip and grabbing your face, making you look at him, god his eyes make you MELT. He could take care of you, he was real nice with it. He groped your tits sometimes in public, but just made you love him more.

You're at your high, he knows that. Few more thrusts and you whine, feeling your body melt like butter, your weight collapses onto him, but he's not done practically druling on him, limp body he keeps fucken like a doll, if you still have a tight pussy thats all that matters, few moments and he finishes, pressing you down onto him, filling your cervix, still collapsed on him both of you breathen all heavy. "So babydoll, what happened next?" He groaned, a sly ass smirk on his face. "Mm that cunt rainbow got put in her place and they play fluttershys song" you mutter, pushing on his fat chest, rollin off him like a little kid, pussy dripping. His pants stained with you, and a heavy chest.

"I wanna-"

"No"

"Pleaseee"

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 28 days

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Bully (Homelander)

Description: Y/N Bullies Homelander and he gets fed up

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Author’s Note: I have another version of this that ends differently if you guys want it.

She walked into the seven’s headquarters where everyone is at for a meeting. Everyone was already there except Y/N who just now walked in. Homelander had an annoyed look on his face as she walked through the door and to her chair. She sat down and smiled at all the members besides Homelander. “You’re late.” He said. She looked over at him, annoyed. “Can it, Cape Boy.” She said. Maeve and Starlight tried not to laugh. Y/N bullied him constantly and it was so funny. What was odd was that Homelander never fought back really. He would just roll his eyes and go back to whatever he was doing. Before Y/N came along he was the big bad Homelander but now Y/N seemed to run things.

After the meeting was over they all got up to leave. Y/N walked by Homelander and bumped into his shoulder causing him to scoff. She turned towards him and raised an eyebrow. “Got a problem, Stars and Stripes?” She asked. “Yeah you bumped into me.” He said. She shrugged and turned away. “Go cry about it you mommy milk drinker.” She said. He was tired and sick of her bullying.

It was day after day that the team had to hold back their laughs as she said the meanest things to him. Nobody felt bad for him due to him being a dick all the time. “I am the Homelander and I really can do whatever the fuck I want.” He growled. She mocked him and laughed. “Shut the fuck up you pussy. You ain’t gonna do shit.” He was beet red after that. Embarrassed as he saw the team trying to not laugh.

When Soldier Boy arrived it got worse. “You think you’re tough shit? Buddy you’re wearing a cape.” Soldier Boy said to him. “And Spandex too.” Y/N added. Ben looked at her amused. “You’re wasting your time with him. He’s nothing but a whining mommy milk drinking bitch.” She told him. Ben smirked at the woman. “I like this one.” He said and she smirked. Homelander didn’t know why but he got insanely jealous of that. “Your daddy doesn’t want you, go cry about it.” Homelander held back the tears in his eyes. It was humiliating. Y/N tore him to shreds with her words while Soldier Boy, His dad, laughed. He never got love or anything like that. Deep down that’s all he wanted but Y/N made sure he knew everyday that he didn’t have it and never will.

Once he was alone he would cry. Her words felt like knives to him. He hated that she affected him like that. The one time she caught him crying she laughed at him. She cackled and cracked up as the man stared at her with tears streaming down his face. “Please you’re only upset because nobody’s ever stuck up to you before and you don’t like it. You don’t like that I'm not afraid of you and that you can’t control me like you can the others. Boo fucking hoo.” She said. She was right. He hated that she wasn’t scared of him or bowed down to him like most around him. But her words also hurt him because she made him feel like shit. She made him feel like he didn’t matter and that her words were right.

He started coming into work not saying anything and not acting like a cocky son of a bitch. The team was confused by his silence but thankful nonetheless. He glared at the woman making his life a living hell as she walked through the door and into her seat. He stared at the table as she talked, not daring to look at her. Everyone saw the look in his eyes. She broke him. “Bitch boy stop zoning out I’m talking.” She said. He looked up at her with broken eyes. She chuckled. “Why the sad face?” She asked. “Why are you so mean to me?” He asked. The others decided to get up and leave not wanting to see this. They enjoyed seeing him not be a cocky son of a bitch but they admitted Y/N was harsh. “Aww does that make you sad? Are you gonna cry?” She mocked him with a frown. “I never did anything to you. Nothing and you make me feel worthless.” He said. “Good.” “But why? What have I done to you?” He asked. She scoffed at him. “Are you being serious right now?” She asked him.

“The big bad Homelander is actually upset by what I say?” She laughed a little. “You’re fucking evil.” She laughed at his response. “I’m evil? Have you met yourself?” She asked, standing up. “Homelander you seriously are a piece of shit. You have no emotions or care towards anything or anyone. You act like you can control the world just because you’re a strong man but in reality you’re a whiny little boy that never got love from mommy or daddy.” He had tears in his eyes at this point. He didn’t care that she would laugh anymore. “You’re a monster, Homelander. You deserve every word I serve you.” She said. He stood up. “No. I save people, I'm a hero.” He said not looking at her. “Oh my god no you are not. You made a girl kill herself, you talk down to regular people because you think you are above all but newsflash Homelander, you’re not.” She walked closer to him. “I may be the only person that tells you the truth in your life so get used to it.” She said and walked away leaving him in tears.

From that day on he wasn’t himself. Not even to the world. This powerful tall ego he had was no more. He didn’t even want her gone, that’s the worst part. She gave it to him straight and he had to appreciate that but she was awful to him. She was powerful, a strong woman that didn’t need anyone to protect her. He watched her as she spoke to the crowd and the crowd loved her. She was beautiful and fierce. She would make a better leader than him. That’s what the people were saying. He read the article in anger and hurt. The people wanted Y/N as the new face of the seven.

He had enough of her games. He stormed into the quarters where she was and threw the paper down in front of her. “You happy now? You took everything from me.” He told her. She looked at the paper and smirked. “Someone had to.” He scoffed. “I get it you hate me, you think I’m a monster, you want my position. Well guess what? You may take my pride, my happiness but you won’t get that.” He growled. “I don’t want your position you dumb fuck. I want you to realize you are a terrible person.” She stood up. “What do you want me to say? That you’re right? That I seek validation from others and that I'm sad that I never got love from parents? That I think I’m better than everyone else but I actually am insecure but since I have powers I use that to my advantage? That I actually am hurt by your words because you’re right? Is that what you want?” He yelled. “Is that the truth?” She asked him. “Yes, okay? You’re right about everything you said.” She didn’t laugh or give him a smirk. “I hate myself because of you and you made me realize that I'm a shitty person.” He yells. She watches him as he breaks down. Tears stream down his face as he sobs and cries.

She got what she wanted but it didn’t feel that good. Right here, right now she saw a broken man. She walked over to him and he expected her to laugh in his face but she didn’t. He looked at her and she took his hands. “I know it sucks. But you needed to realize that.” She tells him. “Homelander you can always better yourself. You don’t need to be the villain.” She says. He looks at her with soft eyes. “You deserve love. Everybody does.” She whispers. He leans in and tries to kiss her. She backs away. “Oh right. You wouldn’t love somebody like me.” He says. She shakes her head. “No I wouldn’t.” He looks down and nods. “I should have known that.” He whispered. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Hey, you'll find somebody.” She whispered. He had tears falling down. “You said it yourself, nobody will love me.” “Someone will. I promise.”

Everyone found it strange that Y/N didn’t bully him anymore and that he wasn’t a cocky piece of shit anymore. He wanted to better himself but just for her. She was the only one in his life that told him the truth and didn’t lie to him. He adored that. But he knew that her words were true and that she hated him. She spoke from the heart and that was just that. But Y/N maybe have had the act of hating him, she couldn’t bring herself to fully hate him. She could tell he’d been through so much but that didn’t give him the right to act the way he did. But after the last time they were alone she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

She saw the hurt in him, the need and want of love. “Ok guys that wraps it up.” Homelander said closing the meeting. Y/N stood up with the rest of the seven and went to exit the room. “Y/N can we talk?” He asked her. She turned around and looked at him. “Yeah sure.” She said. She walked over to her seat and sat in it. He cleared his throat and sat back down in his seat. “Are you okay?” She asked him. “Yeah uh I just can’t stop thinking about the other day.” He whispered. “Okay. Well I can’t either. Kinda crazy right?” She asked with a light laugh. “We almost kissed.” He said. “Well you tried to kiss me.” She pointed out. “I know and I’m embarrassed because I thought we had the same thought.” He said.

She looked at him. “Oh Homelander it’s not that, it's just.” She sighs. “Just what?” He asked. “I didn’t expect you to try and kiss me. I didn’t think you’d have feelings for me. I mean I was mean to you.” She said. “Yeah but I liked that you were honest with me and you make me wanna become a better person.” He said. She gave him a soft smile. “Why do I make you wanna become a better person?” She asked. “I wanna be good for you. I don’t want you to hate me anymore. I wanna be with you.” Her jaw dropped at his words. “Homelander, you don’t actually wanna be with me. You just liked that I told you how it was.” She said.

“No. Please don’t tell me what I want.” She nodded. “I know in my heart that I wanna be with you. I was so sad that you were mean to me because I love you.” “You don’t even know me.” She said, “Then let me.” He begged. She looked around. “Just a week ago we were enemies and now you wanna be with me?” “Yes. So let me take you out.” She looked at him and saw that he was being serious. “Okay.” She said and gave him a small smile.

She looked in the mirror and sighed. She would have puked at the thought of going out with him but now it doesn’t feel like that anymore. Her dress was a pretty red and pushed up her boobs. She wore her hair in a ponytail. She was nervous. She was going out with the man that she hated more than anything. She sighed and stepped out of the bathroom at Vought tower. She saw him facing away from her. He still had on his suit but she didn’t expect him to take it off. He turned around and smiled. “Hey wow you look beautiful.” He told her. She looked down at what she was wearing. “Well thank you.” He held out his arm and she took it. “So are we eating here?” She asked him. He looked at her. “I pulled a few strings and got us some of the best food in the city.” She looked at him confused. “Best food in the city?” He nodded. He opened the door to the quarters.

All the chairs except theirs were gone. The food was placed at the table with wine glasses. She looked at him. “You think you’re hot shit?” She asked. His face dropped. “I’m kidding. This is awesome.” She said and took a seat at the table. He shook his head and sat down. “Glad you like it.” He said. He watched as she eat her food and drank the wine. They talked about life and what he remembers. “So have you ever thought about leaving?” She asked him. “Like they would let me.” “You’re the Homelander. You can do whatever the fuck you want.” She told him.

He smiled at her. “Sounds way better coming out of your mouth.” He said. She chuckled and set her glass down. “Yeah well that might be the only time you hear me say it.” She joked. “Do you ever think about leaving?” He asked her. She looked at her food. “All the time.” “Why?” He asked. “I want to have control over my own life.” She said and looked at him. He thought about her words and how he would love to know that feeling and have it. The rest of the night went by smoothly. Until the end of the night the conversation was long forgotten about. “I think we should do it.” He said. She looked at him confused about what he was talking about. “We should leave.” Her jaw dropped. “Homelander you don’t mean that.” She said. “I do. We should leave this place and get one of our own.” She took his hand. “One step at a time, yeah?” She smiled at him. He nodded.

At the end of the date he walked her back to her room. She turned towards him with a small smile. “I had fun.” she told him. “Yeah me too.” He said. She looked at his lips and bit hers. He saw and leaned down. She met him halfway and their lips touched. His hands went around her waist and hers went around his neck. They pulled away after a few moments. “Night.” She whispered as she opened her door. “Goodnight.” He said back, watching her close her door. She had a smile on her face as she had her back to the door. He walked away with a smile.

#the boys #the boys imagine #the boys amazon #homelander #homelander imagine #homelander x reader #homelander x you #antony starr

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 1 year

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[2:13 pm]

(cw: foul language, mark is an idiot)

Being in college was not what it was cracked up to be. You were tired all the time, sick of eating instant food, over living in the dorms, and you missed your boyfriend Mark. Going to college together had been risky, you heard from everyone that there was a huge chance high school sweethearts like you guys wouldn’t make it. College was tough on everybody with the stress of all the school work, being away from home, and becoming adults.

Well, you were going into your second year, a new roommate and a new outlook on the year. You were going to kick ass. You had a handful of new friends that you were fairly close with, a good group of classmates to study with, and you had made it a goal to spend more time with Mark.

But Mark had made a goal for himself too. Mark wanted to get the real college experience and had pledged to a frat to get the whole party-and-live-with-a-bunch-of-your-best-friends-experience. Your plans of spending more time together interfered with his plans because he was so exhausted doing homework on top of being the errand boy for the upperclassmen, a pledge he preferred to be called, of the frat.

You could count on both hands the amount of time you had seen him in the first 6 weeks of the semester. You texted regularly though you did start to notice a decline and an overall boredom in his messages to you. You were confused but didn’t push. Moving away from his family had been really hard on Mark, so maybe having a close group of guys would be helpful for him. You would be supportive if it made him happy, even if it meant less time spent together.

Which was why it was so surprising to see him waiting in the hallway outside your door. It had been 8 days since you had last seen him in person. You wondered if this time you had forgotten the plans you had made.

“Hey Mark, what are you doing here?” You asked.

“I think we should talk inside,” Mark told you quietly. This wasn’t going to be good, he was pulling on his ear, one of his many nervous habits.

You led him to the couch, taking a seat and a deep breath, bracing yourself for the conversation that had created a pit at the bottom of your stomach. “So, umm- this isn’t going to be easy,” he began with a heavy sigh, he stood up and began pacing, “the guys think that a lot of my stress would be gone if I had less distractions in my life.”

“I agree, you’ve been really stressed lately Mark. You need to lighten your load and relax more,” you replied, still unsure of what the point was.

He began anxiously pulling at his hair at the nape of his neck, “Yeah, and they’ve kind of said that maybe some of my stress would be eased if we weren’t together.”

You swallowed harshly, fighting back the sudden tears, “Is that what you want Mark?”

“Well- I don’t know! The brothers made some really good points and I have been stressed! You said so yourself!”

“I don’t give a shit what these guys I don’t know think about our relationship Mark. I’m asking if you want to break up.”

“I don’t know, man! It makes sense! I’ve been so stressed, I miss home, I’m tired of homework, and being busy all the time- so yeah, I think I agree with them,” he quietly answered.

“Ok, you can leave now.” You replied coldly, getting up to walk to your room.

“Wait, that’s it?”

“What the fuck else do you want me to say Mark? You clearly haven’t taken my feelings into consideration for this. I don’t have anything else to say to you, I don’t even want to look at you right now,” you spat.

He stood wide-eyed, obviously not expecting the outburst. It irked you. “I’m really sorry.”

“No, Mark. I don’t think you are. If you really felt bad then you would have thought of me and my feelings, you know the person you’ve been dating for 3 years? You would have talked to me, and I would have helped you. You wouldn’t have let a bunch of guys you met this year make a decision like this for you, Mark, it’s like I don’t even know you anymore, my Mark would tell me things!” You tearfully argued. You hated how weak you felt crying over this.

His eyes filled with tears, you used to hate when he cried. You used to love his eyes, they always had a sparkle that was so distinctly Mark. You could always look into his eyes and see exactly what he was feeling. You always thought you had a gift for reading his emotions. When you told Mark you loved him for the first time, you could read the surprise all over his face, but you could see in his eyes that he loved you too. He looked at you like you had hung the moon and the stars in the sky, like the sun rose and fell everyday just to grace you with its presence. You could tell when he was ready to leave a party from a simple look. You could tell when he was happy or annoyed or tired from just his eyes. He used to look at you like you were the most special person to ever walk the Earth. You had to look away from him, you couldn’t stand looking at him or looking into his sad eyes and forgiving him when he didn’t deserve it.

He choked out your name, wiping the endless stream of tears with his sleeve, “I’m sorry.”

“Mark, I need you to leave. Please, just leave.” You walked over to the door and wordlessly held it open.

He was hiccuping, gasping while he cried. He was staring at you, hoping you would tear your gaze away from the floor to look at him one more time. Hoping that if you just looked at him you could see just how sorry he really was.

You didn’t.

“I’ll have someone drop your stuff off at the frat house,” you told him quietly.

He nodded, “I can drop your stuff off.”

“Don’t. Have it ready when your stuff gets to you.”

“Ok, bye then.” Mark sniffled, eyes still somewhat hopeful that you’d give him one last look, even if it was from the corner of your eye. Just a second of eye contact to ease the pain that was eating away at his heart, to let him know that everything would be fine. That you would be fine.

You closed the door, but he couldn’t ignore the pain in his chest as he heard your sobs from the other side of the door. It was too late to take back his words, no matter how much he regretted them now. He fucked up.

a/n: per request, here is part 2! (I will not be adding anyone else to the taglist)

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamps #nct x reader #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct angst #nct dream angst #mark lee imagines #mark lee scenarios #mark lee x reader #mark lee angst #mark lee blurbs #mark lee timestamps

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galaxycunt · 4 months

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My Dinner With Buggy

Author warning: this is dialogue only. Why? Because I wondered if I could do it and so here it is I’m lucky I had power the whole time in my house during this ice storm bc I’m so bored 😭

Summary: You are waiting on a man, you haven’t seen each other in quite some time. Not since you were a bright eyed recruit and he was a young captain with more ego than sense.

“Welcome in! How many?”

“Two, please,” as you sat you said, “a bottle of house red, thank you.”

A hand tapped you on the shoulder some time later, “I never tire of that joke. You’re looking good.”

“Buggy, wow. It’s really good to see you.”

“Yeah, not every day a marine wine and dines me.”

“I can think of a few officers who’d like that, now.”

Buggy frowns, “you told them, didn’t you?”

You shake your head, “Buggy, I didn’t even know you were with the Roger pirates. I found that out from the snails like everyone else.”

“Huh. Swore I told you. I guess…I never tell anyone that shit.”

“Hey, doesn’t matter. You’re here. You’re safe.”

Buggy laughs, “god, it’s been forever. Remember when we climbed up the mast of the first Big Top?”

“Hm. Yeah. Tiny Top. That ship sucked. I remember beating you up there.”

“Oh fuck off, I let you!”

“I beat you by a whole 30 seconds!”

“I’m not letting a fucking marine talk shit while I’m trying to enjoy my damn dinner.”

You laugh heartily as the waiter arrived, “I’ll have the pasta special.”

“You paying or what?” You nod, “prime rib. Gimme a steak bigger than my head.”

“You sure ain’t a cheap date, Bug.”

“Oh! So this is a date? Okay, you sure you don’t wanna thrown in with the guy who tangoed with the best and came out on top?”

“I…I think I am quitting. I saw your little movie debut. He…he was just a kid. Both of them.”

“Y-yeah. He really was.”

“I guess that’s the life we choose.”

Buggy sighs, “let’s not think about that. I’m here, you’re here. This is a date.”

“Is this a date? Okay, what lines does Captain Buggy pull on these things?”

“What’s your sign?”

“Libra.”

“I’m a Libra moon, they say a sun and moon sign being the same means they’re meant to be.”

You shake your head, “you’re so full of shit. Is that even your sign?”

“Maybe, maybe not. Take me on more dates like this and I’ll tell you the truth.”

You can’t hide your smile, “shut the fuck up.”

“Join me, I’ll treat you so good.”

“Uh huh.”

“It’ll be fun. I won’t even make you wake up at dawn.”

“And what do you get out of this?”

“A beauty at my side every day, that’s all.”

“You just want trade secrets, don’t you?”

He looks offended, “I ain’t that bad a guy. But my lips are sealed, if you wanna give anything up.”

“If you want secrets out of me, you gotta give me something to work with.”

“Work with?”

“What’s your big secret, tough guy?”

He chews the free bread thoughtfully, “the rumors are true. I washed Gol D. Roger’s underwear. Though I tricked Shanks into doing laundry duty more.”

“How?”

“Packing gunpowder is way cooler. Only chumps think laundry is better. Just cause you do it once a month.”

“Sounds about right for pirates. Marines make you clean the toilets with a toothbrush every day.”

“See what I mean? I wouldn’t let you lift a finger.”

“I might hold you to that.”

“I’d be so good to you.”

In between bites you say, “I joined only because I needed the money. My dad was a marine, the pension don’t pay much if you’re just one of the grunts. He wasn’t happy I did it. They had a nice sign on bonus.”

“Is that really a secret?”

“Well, maybe. People on base like to act like they’re doing it for the greater good. Justice and all that shit.”

“Snooty fucks.”

“Oh yeah.”

He smiles, “see? Gotta join me now.”

You blush as he watches you eat, “what?”

“Nothing. Just nice. You write and call less and less these days.”

“Hey, man. You do have a bounty. Though I guess I don’t have to be as careful.”

“Heh, yeah. Maybe we can see each other more….especially if you join.”

“Let’s not talk work, tell me anything else.”

“Like how lovely you’re looking?”

“Look at you, wearing something clean.”

“So this is a date. Let’s go for another drink after this, my treat.”

“Twisting my arm over here.”

“I’m a pirate, baby. I have my ways.”

You can’t stop smiling, in spite of yourself, “last time I saw you, you threw your head at me.”

“I remember.”

“Did you mean it? What you said?”

“Yeah, I really didn’t want those fucks taking me in. Even if they were your buddies.”

“No, no. Not that.”

He hums, “I think I remember.”

“Don’t be a dick, Buggy.”

“Don’t leave me in suspense then.”

“If you don’t remember, then I won’t say it.”

He stares for a beat, studying you, “I’m sorry for teasing. I do, I always will.”

“You were so drunk I-“

“-I wasn’t. I lied.”

“Check please,” you flag a waiter down, feeling his eyes boring into you, “thank you.”

“Oh shit. No, I didn’t lie about that. I was sober.”

Relief floods you, “you’re so stupid.”

“I love you.”

“Do you, or just the young hot marine you met?”

“Baby, don’t be like that.”

“What if I’m tired of the sea, want something quiet?”

“I’ll visit. All the time.”

“Really?”

He nods, “I’ll treat you good. So, so good.”

“I love you too. Against my better judgement.”

“Let’s get outta here. When are you expected back?”

“I got three weeks off.”

“Just enough time to lay low with me.”

“Heard you got a new crew, all those prisoners. They won’t like me on board.”

“They think I’m their god or some shit, I dunno. We can rent a room somewhere. I don’t care.”

“You are something else.”

“I can be all yours, just say the word.”

“Let’s see how tonight goes then.”

“I’m gonna dazzle your pants off.”

“Won’t go for nothing less.”

#one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x you

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pagannatural · 2 months

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1.16 Shadow

-This is going to be long-winded

-Sam snaps at Dean for talking about a woman rather than focusing on him the case. Like REALLY snaps.

-he gives Dean attitude again for flirting at the bar and looks hurt and tired

-Sam sees Meg and thinks That’s suspicious maybe this is a lead. Dean sees Sam talking to Meg and thinks Oh god oh no oh fuck shit shit he’s leaving me fuck it’s me or her oh jesus god no

-Sam is very focused on Meg during their initial conversation because she’s a lead. Dean misreads the fuck out of this and stares between them uneasily, clearing his throat, until Meg says Sam told her about him.

He’s psyched to hear this. He’s so happy Sam talked about him. Sam, however, is nervous about getting caught emotionally cheating on Dean by talking to Meg about their relationship issues when they were fighting.

-Dean starts in the second they leave the bar with “who the hell was she” which is exactly what a cheated-on wife would say. Dean is mad that Sam talked shit about him to someone else but mostly he’s scared that there’s “truth to what she was saying” and asks “am I keeping you against your will?” They’re both so desperate to be chosen by each other.

Sam reacts with genuine indignation and says “no, of course not.” He asks Dean to listen to what he’s saying and Dean finally does.

-Then of course Dean makes a series of dirty jokes about Sam being interested in her, at one point glancing openly at Sam’s dick which

like, I-

???

He pushes his jokes farther than he needs to because this thing with Meg really got to him. It’s different this episode than his usual teasing because there’s anger behind it. He’s fixating on Sam’s sex life and making himself a part of it as much as possible. If Dean is in Sam’s head about it it’s like he’s part of it too. There’s also an element of passive aggression, like Hey if I’m keeping you and you want to be with her go right ahead.

-This is his face at the end of their phone call later, when Sam says “bite me” and Dean says “No, bite her” which is all kinds of psychosexual and jealous and Sam hangs up on him.

He is not having a fun lighthearted time. He’s trying to act flippant about Meg but Sam really hurt his feelings.

-He shoots Sam this jealous look while teasing him yet again in a way neither of them enjoys

Dean you are the bad girl. You’re the sharpshooting fuck-the-police real-tough-cookie-with-the-whiskey-breath killer-and-a-thriller bad bitch in his life.

-They have their most intense fight yet this episode because Sam tells Dean that when this is over he will go back to school.

-For context, this conversation comes right after Dean tries to call John and gets his voicemail yet again. It comes a few episodes after Sam told John that Dean was dying, also over voicemail, and he never called. Sam still needs to rebel against their dad, and Dean is proposing that they all three work together. Sam is in this when it’s just him and Dean but he’s been working hard to keep some distance from Dean so that he can leave when they’ve finished their mission.

Sam really can’t join Dean and John without smothering the side of himself that needs to belong and be respected. And he and Dean can’t really belong to each other with their dad around. The three of them hunting together doesn’t work and Sam knows that. Part of that is because Dean always follows John’s orders. And maybe part of that is Sam’s too-strong feelings for Dean.

-Sam says “there’s gotta be something you want for yourself” and Dean says “I don’t want you to leave the second this thing’s over.”

Just to rephrase this exchange is

Sam: what do you want for your life

Dean: I want you to stay

and they look like they’re in another rom com

Dean asks him why he thinks he wanted Sam with him in the first place. Sam doesn’t understand. He really thinks Dean just wanted his help to complete the mission of finding John and killing the demon.

Dean says yeah, “But it’s more than that, man.” And Sam looks at him sooo intensely. It seems like Dean is going to confess, and I wonder what Sam thought in this moment. The inclusion of John makes it seem less like they’re desperately in love, and is often the only thing making it seem like anything other than desperate yearning for each other.

Dean says he wants the three of them to be a family again. Sam says “We are a family, I’d do anything for you.” Dean reacts with this miserable look of hope only when Sam says “I’d do anything for you.” Anything?

“but things will never be the way they were before.” Sam says “when this is all over you’re gonna have to let me go my own way.”

This is Dean’s worst fear, and for the rest of the season at least he is operating on the belief that Sam wants to leave him.

-Sam saves himself, Dean, and John from the shadow demons. Dean and John help each other out of the building with Sam trailing close behind them. This is probably what Sam has felt like his whole life- like he’s trying to catch up to Dean and John, who are ahead of him, helping each other, and just out of reach.

Sam tells John “I’ve got to be a part of this fight,” begging not be left behind yet again.

-It’s revealed in this episode that Dean cares about his family, and especially Sam, more than he cares about anything else, and that Sam didn’t know that. This is the first time Dean’s actually said it. It changes things for Sam because he starts to see Dean more clearly. He’s still clinging for dear life to the possibility of going back to college. Even though he never really fit in and he needs Dean like water.

-Dean doesn’t get any resolution here, and he won’t for a while.

#samdean #supernatural #spn meta #wincest #spn 1x16

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harlowsbby · 1 year

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Whatever It Takes

Requested : Jack has had a long and tough day and takes it out on the reader but apologizes shorty after.

Growing up you were always told that you talked too much and how you needed to learn to stop rambling on and on about anything and everything in your life. But when you met Jack he reassured you that he loved when you’d just talk and talk because it showed just how passionate you were.

Jack had just gotten home from the studio he’s been so overwhelmed and drained with getting everything that involved his newest album done.

Although Jack was in utter and complete control of his albums and his music he wanted to make sure everything sounded up to part so when he played a few songs for Drama and Neelam he noticed how they weren’t as feeling or enjoying the songs he played.

So he spent his entire day rhyming and and making up lyrics that sounded and meshed well together to the point where he got a raging headache. All he wanted to do was come home and shower and head straight to bed.

When Jack got home he was beyond thrilled to meet to see you in the kitchen you’ve been the only person he wanted to see all day.

You smiled wide seeing him coming into your view. “How was work? Got any new songs written?” You asked him as you began squeezing a few lemons to make lemonade.

“Not really just changed up a few lyrics here and there but that’s about all baby.” He spoke softly as he took off his chain and watch, he groaned in relief as the chain was taken off his neck.

“Did you take any breaks today? You know what I told you about overworking yourself.” “I didn’t have time baby I had to get these songs submitted to the label.” You frowned at him. “Alright, but now you need to go rest and lay down. I’ll meet you upstairs when I’m done.”

He gave you one last kiss before heading upstairs to take a quick shower once he was done he brushed his teeth and tossed on a pair of sweats. Upon opening the bathroom door he was greeted by the sight of you laying on the bed gossiping on the phone with who he assumed was Neelam.

“Wait what? He said that to you what the hell, what did you say?” You spoke loudly which was honestly making Jack’s headache that was once start to slowly come back.

“I told him then you can just leave because I don’t need someone in my life that’s going to break me down all the time you know.” You nodded your head in agreement meanwhile Jack wasn’t sure what the two of you were talking about but all he knew is he wanted you too to get off the phone.

He sighed deeply and you looked over at him. “I’ll call you back later Neelam I think Jack is getting annoyed.” “Okay go attend to your baby.” She teased you shushed her and hung up the phone.

“So I was thinking tomorrow maybe we can go to the store and pick up a few things I was thinking maybe Target? Since you love it so much.” The more you continued to take the more irritated Jack had gotten.

He loved hearing you talk he truly and most utterly did but he had a major headache his head was bounding and the last thing he wanted to hear was you rambling away about what plans you’d both have tomorrow. All he wanted was pure and utter quietness he just wanted to rest without your mouth running a mile per minute.

“Y/N can you stop you’ve been talking this entire time I’ve gotten home from the studio, I’ve told you countless times that I don’t feel good but yet you’re sitting up here running your mouth about shit I don’t care about!” He yelled at you.

You felt like shrinking up into a little ball and rolling away somewhere, Jack has never raised his voice at you. “Right well since I’m talking too much I’ll just go into the kitchen or something.. yeah I think I’ll do that.” You stood up and hurriedly made your way out the door.

“Shit baby I’m sorry-.” You slammed the door before he was able to finish his sentence. Jack leaned back into his pillow and groaned he wanted his sleep but now he wasn’t as tired as he was before.

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Jack woke up the following morning without you by his side which meant you slept downstairs. He knew you’d still be upset with him after last night.

He made his way downstairs and heard movement going on in the kitchen, he smiled when he saw you pulling out ingredients from the fridge to make breakfast, you shouldn’t be as mad then if you were making him breakfast.

“Good morning baby, what’s for breakfast?” He asked you and when he got no response he bit his lip. “I said what’s for breakfast?” You simply pointed to the box of waffles as you cracked a few eggs.

By the way you were tossing and throwing the ingredients into the bowl you were still very much upset with him.

“So you really aren’t talking to me like at all?” You shrugged your shoulders and started mixing together all of the ingredients. “She isn’t talk because you yelled at her.” Neelam’s voice came from the phone.

“Yeah I gathered all of that already thank you very much Neelam.” He sarcastically stated. “You’re welcome.” You laughed which made Jack smile. “So I was thinking we can maybe still go to target today? And after maybe go play some soccer with the guys.” He suggested and even though you would’ve been beyond thrilled you weren’t about to give in not just yet at least.

You still didn’t respond and a heavy sigh left his lips the silence was killing him it almost felt as if he was being tortured at this point. He hated whenever you were upset with him because it meant he hurt you and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

"Y/N." His voice was soft and cooing, he reached over and took your hand in his the spoon you were once using to mix together the waffle mix was now hidden somewhere in the batter. "Are you really going to ignore me all day baby? Look me yelling at you was wrong and I should've never done that."

"No I'm sorry I shouldn't have been talking your ear off all night especially since you've already had a busy today I'll try and talk less." You looked down in embarrassment. Jack frowned and stood up from his spot on the stool and made his way over towards you. When he was close enough he placed his hand on your cheek and you closed your eyes as you leaned into his touch.

"If you ever stop talking less I promise that'll be the day I walk out that door." The two of you laughed. His blue eyes sparkled at the sight of you even with batter on your cheeks you were still the most beautiful women he's ever seen in his life. "I love you baby."

"I love you too Jack." The two of you were so caught up with each other that you forget Neelam was still on the phone. "Gosh the two of you make me feel extremely single." Jack rolled his eyes. "Because you are extremely single." She gasped and hung up.

"That wasn't very nice now was it Harlow?" He smiled and waved you off. "As long as she's off the phone I'm not complaining but I'm pretty sure the two of us have a Target trip calling our names?" He jingled the keys you grinned and turned off the oven top. "But first we need Starbucks!" You yelled. "Starbucks is very much needed" He yelled back and followed you out the door.

Jack was thankful you were able to forgive him because he knew deep down inside he'd never get sick of hearing you talk.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

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travlersjoy444 · 1 year

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"Yes."

2012 Leo x reader

Fluffy ending to I've Been Tired and 'My Brother's an Idiot' Blues

Sad ending version: "No." and No pt.2

Chapter Summary: You accept Leo's offer to be friends again!! (Or possibly more, mayhaps?)

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“...Okay.” You said finally, after what felt like an eternity, and Leo snapped his head up to look at you.

“Really?!” He exclaimed, his voice coming out a few octaves higher than usual.

You shrugged from the fire escape, and despite your positive words, you looked conflicted. Leo’s heart sank a tad.

“Lee…you’re a dumbass, but…I miss you more than I’m mad at you, y’know? …I don’t know. I probably shouldn’t have snapped yesterday. But my feelings were hurt.” You said slowly, uncertainly.

Leo nodded. “Well…can I please…try to make it up to you? I know I can’t take back what I did, but can I…I don’t know, do things with you…more often? If you want that?”

“Well…do you want that?” You said glumly. “I don’t want you to hang out with me out of guilt or pity or something-”

“I’d never hang out with you out of pity! I…I thought you were hanging out with me out of pity.” Leo admitted.

You snorted. “Oh, so I was mad at you out of pity? Leo, if I didn’t care about you, my feelings wouldn’t be hurt.”

“Oh.” He said, dumbly. “Wow.”

“You’re an idiot.” You said with a smile.

“Wow.” He said again, staring at the ground. “Well- now I��m…even more sorry.”

“Excellent. You should be. Screw you, Leonardo.” But you were grinning fondly, so he knew you didn’t mean it.

“I guess I deserve that.” He smiled.

“Yeah. You do. You know what I deserve though?” You said, sauntering down the fire escape as dramatically as you could muster without looking stupid.

“What?” Leo said, staring nervously as you swung your feet recklessly over the railing to hop onto the ladder. He was convinced you were doing it on purpose, just to stress him out.

“I deserve for you to buy me popsicles. Your brother ate my whole stash.” You said, hopping off the ladder, onto the dumpster lid, before landing next to him with a dramatic bow, and Leo sighed in relief that you were safe and solidly planted on the ground.

“(Y/N), that’ll be tough, considering…” He smiled weakly, waving at himself. “This whole deal?”

You smiled mournfully, sighing. “I know….okay, fine, we’ll do somethin’ else.”

Leo smiled back, staring at you as you smiled at him with an expression that was a mix between something sweet and a shit-eating smirk, and you were so close to him with the soft morning light in your hair, and you liked him-

Ugh stop Leo, you’re being creepy, said the voice in his head.

“I miss this.” He found himself saying, and he could practically feel the blush on his face.

“Oh, good. Me too.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck. “I…I care about you a lot, Leo, so. I guess it’s nice to know that you care too.”

“Ditto.” He said, trying and failing to shake off the stilted awkwardness. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t what talking to you was supposed to feel like!

He opened his mouth to fill the silence with the first thing he could think of. “I…I don’t like Karai, uhm, in case you were wondering. I don’t know why I’m telling you that, but it’s true.” He said, and then cringed. Way to make things less awkward, Leonardo. Captain Ryan would never.

“Oh. That’s…cool.” You said, an odd relief in your eyes.

“I like someone else, actually…” He said, and oh holy pizza supreme in the sky why was he still talking?!

You stared at him blankly. Leo wished that whatever deity was out there would throw some lightning bolts at him just to make him shut up, but you weren’t really replying, so he had to fill the silence somehow-

“Uhm, you- you probably didn’t need to know that, huh? Who cares about my dumb love life, amiright?” He chuckled, but it was more like a shrill giggle because he had no idea what the hell he was doing-

You leaned away from him, eyes tired. “Neat, Leonardo.” You said, and your tone was heart wrenching-

Huh.

Leonardo wasn’t a complete idiot, and while logical scientific thinking was really more Donnie’s thing, Leo could use it too. And according to his studies of romance via TV, you looked…dejected, with your eyes cast down. Rejected. Sad. …Heartbroken…?

Over…him?

“Unless…do you?” Leo said softly, making eye contact with you as he desperately tried to project the version of him that was Fearless.

“Do I what?” You said, flatly, glancing over to him.

“Care. About…you know, me liking people.” Leo said, waiting with bated breath for an answer.

Your face crumpled. “You’re…you’re being a jerk.” You said it quietly, but there was a dangerous edge to your voice, and Leo immediately felt guilty for a reason he couldn’t quite explain. …He was hurting you. He didn’t know how, but he was evading the truth again and it was hurting you again.

…He was sick of lying to you.

Maybe it was time for a bit more honesty.

He cringed. “Look, (Y/N), I…I wanna be a better friend. And I don’t think I can do that unless…” He swallowed. “Unless I tell you the truth.”

Your anger faded into curiosity, and then disappointment, and then curiosity again. “Go on?” (Even when you were looking at him like that, you made butterflies rise in his stomach. Fuck.)

“So…the honest truth is that…I like you, (Y/N), a lot. And I’m sorry about that, because you’re probably all weirded out since I’m…you know, a…freak of nature. So I started distancing myself from you because I just…I didn’t want to ruin what we had.” He frowned. “Er, have.” He corrected.

You shook your head. “‘Had’ was the right word, I think.” You said lightly, staring at him.

Oh.

And then Leo knew he’d royally screwed up. This was where you would tell him that you hated him, that he was gross and weird and someone like you would never like him. And then Raph would kill you violently while Donnie wrapped him in a blanket while he cried like a sad pathetic kid-

And then suddenly you’d grabbed his hand. “Hey.” You said with a nervous smile, squeezing his hand gently.

And then he was staring into familiar (E/C) eyes.

“I like you a lot (Y/N). I have for a long time now.” He said, horror filling his voice. “I am….so so sorry. For everything, but especially this-” He said, but you cut him off.

“I like you too, Leo.” You said with a smile, cupping his face in your spare hand. “I like you a lot. And I was mad at you because I felt like you didn’t like me at all.”

“Oh.” He said dumbly, his voice higher than it usually was.

“Fuck you, you’re an idiot.” You said in the same tone of voice that people on TV used to say ‘I love you’. (Leo wanted to kiss you)

He leaned into your hand instead, feeling his face get warmer.

“I’m really glad Raph made me talk to you.” He breathed.

“Me too.” You chuckled. “He still owes me popsicles though.”

“Naturally.” Leo agreed, a blush dusting his face. (Adorable.)

“Hey Leo…I dunno if I’m ready to date you after all this, but…well, I think I want to, if you do.” You said, smiling nervously.

He shrugged, smiling and trying to ignore the fluttering in his stomach and internal screaming in his head. “Of course I do! But…I want to do this right, and actually earn our friendship back first. I want to prove that you can trust me, (Y/N), you know?”

You nodded, feeling your heart melt a bit at how sweet the thought was. “Okay. How do you plan on that?”

“Well…how about a week straight of movie nights and comic reading?” Leo offered. “And we can go on missions and stuff, and then whenever you’re ready…”

You tilted your head, smiling. “Okay, that sounds….pretty good, Leonardo. Consider yourself forgiven.” He grinned. “I promise I won’t let you down.”

“Ya better not or I’ll sic Raph on ya.” You teased, leaning closer to him.

“I’d deserve it.” He said, closing his eyes and letting his head rest in your hand.

You pulled his head towards you gently, and kissed him on the cheek, and his eyes jolted open.

“Oh!” He squeaked, his face going bright red as he stared at you. “T-Thanks!”

“Thanks? Really?” You laughed, nudging his shoulder.

He laughed shyly, hesitantly putting a not-very-subtle arm around your shoulders. “Yep, thank you! I’m very grateful.”

You snorted, leaning into him. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“You’ve informed me, yeah.” He chuckled, pressing his face into your shoulder.

“Are you hiding your face in my shoulder?”

“...Maybe.” He said, looking up so you could see his eyes a bit.

“You’re ridiculous. And adorable.”

“You are too, (Y/N).” He smiled.

You smiled back and squeezed his hand, watching as the sun finished rising over the skyscrapers in the distance.

The sky was turning a pinky-blue, the August sun was warming your face, and your best-friend-but-soon-to-be-more was by your side. And since that best friend was Leo, you were really excited for the rest of today.

He glanced up at you with a dopey grin, and you squeezed his hand. You couldn’t say ‘I love you’ yet, but you hoped the squeeze helped convey the sentiment…

“Hahaha, I told ya so, Lame-o-nardo.” Said a smug voice, and you both glanced up to see Raph smirking from the manhole.

“Raphael!”

“RAPH!” You snapped in unison.

“Sorry (Y/N), I’ve just gotta make Fearless admit that I’m riiiiight.” Raph said.

“Way to kill the moment, brother.” Leo said flatly. “But fine, you win.”

A horrible idea crossed your mind, and you smirked. “Yeah Raph, you were riiiiight.” You said, leaning towards Leo.

He grinned as he realized what you were doing, and leaned towards you. “Very right.”

You pulled his face towards yours and pressed your lips onto his.

He smiled into the kiss, going red again- he barely even heard Raph’s appalled grunts of disgust over the fireworks going off in his head.

He was kissing (Y/N) (L/N). (Y/N) was kissing Leonardo!

It was over too soon, but you pulled away with a grin on your perfect face. “You were right. It turns out Leo does like me after all!”

“And you were right about what you said to me, too- apparently (Y/N) likes me back!” Leo beamed.

Raph gagged. “I take it all back. You guys are disgusting.”

Leo stared at you, a near permanent blush on his face. “Yeah.” He sighed.

“We’re the worst.” You agreed, squeezing his hand fondly.

Raph used his sai to flip both of you off and ducked back into the manhole.

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Author's note: The mini-series ain't over yet- I've decided to do a "No." part two in which the sad ending gets a nice conclusion too :) So keep an eye out for that

Taglist for this mini-series:

@saspas-corner

@beansap

@xyntix

@futuristicpandakidd

@raphies1wife

#tmnt x reader #tmnt 2012 x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt 2012 leo x reader #leonardo x reader #tmnt 2012 leo #2k12 leo x reader #2k12 leo #i've been tired fic

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shinningraes · 6 days

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Pt2

Romano: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Tolys: What’s up your ass this morning!

Alfred: *walks in* ...Hey.

Tolys: Hmm… nevermind.

Romano: WAIT NO

Alfred: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Romano a little bit.

Tolys, holding Alfred's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Alfred: No, that's our joint tombstone.

Tolys: My mistake.

Tolys: How would you like your coffee?

Romano: As dark and as bitter as my soul.

Tolys, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

Alfred: Hey, Romano. What kind of flowers do you prefer?

Romano: I like sunflowers.

Alfred, pulling out a bouquet of Venus Flytraps: Well, shit-

Romano: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life.

Tolys: Please never become a surgeon.

Romano: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes?

Alfred: For the dogs.

Romano: Why are you making pancakes for the dogs?

Alfred: They don't know how.

Alfred: I told Romano that their ears turn red when they lie.

Tolys: Do they?

Alfred: No.

Tolys: Then why did you tell them that?

Alfred: Because I can do this.

Alfred: Hey Romano! Do you love us?

Romano, with their hands over their ears: No.

Alfred: *gets a text* Oh! It’s Tolys.

Romano, excitedly: Did they get me the stuff?

Alfred: Yeah, they say they got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.

Romano: Wow! Where’d they find 12 gallons of fake blood?

Alfred: You wanted fake blood?

Romano:

Alfred: I’ll go call Tolys.

Romano: The stars are so beautiful...

Alfred: They're just giant balls of gas.

Romano: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

Alfred: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

Romano: Oh...

Alfred: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness—

Romano: Hi.

Alfred: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

Tolys: Italics.

Alfred: Yeah, Italians.

Tolys: We have to plan, we have to figure something out.

Romano: Tolys, when have any of our plans ever actually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose.

Romano: I think I did fairly well on my anatomy quiz!

Alfred: I forgot I was doing a test.

Romano: Alfred.

Alfred: I said the vertebrae was the back stick because I thought it was funny....

Tolys: Alfred.

Alfred: Hand me the people opener.

Tolys: ...

Tolys: Pardon?

Alfred, annoyed: The g! Just hand it to me!

Tolys, stressed: WHAT THE FUCK IS A PEOPLE OPENER?

Alfred: How do you not know what a people opener is? Its pointy- you know? With a handle?

Tolys: Knife. It's called a knife.

Romano: Alfred, you know how much I love you…

Alfred: Whaddya want?

Romano: A partner with some GODDAMN EMOTIONAL AVAILABILTY!

Alfred: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

Romano: How can you still say that?

Alfred: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

Romano: *yawns*

Alfred: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.

Romano: Then you must be exhuasted.

Tolys: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

Tolys: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?

Romano, turning to Alfred: How tall are you?

Alfred: Hey, Tolys you're smart, tell me what would happen if I chugged 3 gallons of chloroform.

Tolys: Have you ever been to a mortuary?

Alfred: Yea, my grandma lives there.

Romano: That is the worst response to that question.

Alfred: I have an idea.

Tolys: A good idea?

Alfred: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Romano: I hate you sometimes.

Alfred: Well according to this picture Tolys drew of us holding hands that's not true.

Romano: Alfred, you drew that.

Alfred: It doesn't matter.

#hetalia #aph hetalia #aph america #hws hetalia #hws america #aph south italy #hws south italy #aph lithuania #hws lithuania #jazz age trio #aph incorrect quotes #hetalia incorrect quotes

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m4ndysk4nkovich · 10 months

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i hate how shallow a lot of the fandom think’s debbie gallagher is. i hate it so much.

like, if there’s one thing that i always keep in mind while really consuming any media, it’s that you have to try to see character’s from different perspectives and understand their complexity. and debbie gallagher is so fucking complex, yet so simple.

every single problem she has in her teenage/adult life can be traced back to one thing: her parents.

this girl was written so beautifully and so tragically at the same time and some misogynistic assholes who don’t bother to read into anything decide to insult her writing, then other people who don’t give a shit agree, and suddenly she get’s a reputation for the stupidest shit.

it’s like- yeah, she did some dumb shit as a teenager. but y’know who else did? lip. and ian, and carl, and although we didn’t see it i can guarantee you fiona, too.

and i get it, kinda. i mean what she did with the whole atm cards thing in season 10 sucked. and i made a whole post about matty and julia, but out of EVERY SINGLE THING that EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER has done, you deem debbie’s actions the worst?? not frank’s, monica’s, terry’s, sammi’s, hell, even lip and fiona have done some fucked up shit that many people choose to ignore (i’ll get into that sometime).

and no, i can’t defend everything she’s done. but you know what else i can’t defend? LITERALLY ANY OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS IN THE SHOW’S ACTIONS. she isn’t the only one who’s done fucked up shit, yet she’s one of the only one’s who’s actually criticized, and most of the people who criticize her are, dare i say, cisgender men.

also, she’s not a shitty mom. i mean, by shameless standards at least. i’m tired of those gallavich stans saying that debbie would run off with heidi and leave franny in ian and mickey’s care because anyone who say’s that clearly never watched 11x08. there’s an entire scene that proves that debbie would NEVER DO THAT but y’all choose to ignore that because yet again, people ignore her entire plot. they only focus on fanon.

newsflash! debbie took care of franny mostly by herself (every bit of help she got was offered), and she stuck by her even when times were tough. she considered leaving franny ONCE but immediately regretted it. y’know why? because she was fucking 15. her brain wasn’t fully developed and she wasn’t capable of making completely logical decisions. she didn’t leave fiona to raise franny so stop fucking acting like she did because fiona and franny barely have any scenes together. and debbie didn’t want fiona near franny/fiona to ride in the ambulance which is like totally reasonable??? i mean, yeah, fiona was right, having a baby at 15 isn’t a great decision, but it’s debbie’s decision. fiona said she wouldn’t help her at all then proceeds to try to help like no wonder debbie doesn’t want fiona’s help, she’s fucking scared! she’s still a kid herself. i have such mixed feelings about debbie and fiona in season 6 but i think they’re both pretty valid in that season.

also, debbie’s whole thing is that she sticks by people. and yeah, she says some weird twisted things on impulse at times but she loves her family. that’s like- the whole point of debbie in season 11.

anyway that was my weird rant about debbie

#shameless #debbie gallagher #fiona gallagher #franny gallagher #people need to get their heads out of their asses and accept debbie isn’t as bad as people make her out to be #she’s no better than the rest of her siblings #rant #shameless rant #istg nobody is gonna see this but whatever #shameless meta

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economy-wonderglue · 19 days

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@acorncoffeeformysweetheart was my giftee for Celebradiation this year. Have a little thing about Daisy, reading, and the upsides of having a friend that can act as a nightlight.

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The first snow of the season has started its descent. Little flurries stick to the window before melting against the glass. The cold seeps in through gaps in the walls, despite Daisy’s best efforts to finally get the second floor of the store fixed up. With heavy reinforcements (more blankets) and a resupply (extra wood for the barrel fireplace), Nate and Daisy have managed to stave off any further encroachment (the room getting too cold to bear). They’re equipped with a stack of overdue library books that Nate brought around to share before turning them in for book tokens. Daisy has a beginner’s guide to rodent care, and Nate holds a copy of Dostoevsky’s Notes from Underground that he keeps setting down.

“Daisy, this is patently unfair,” Nate says, watching with obvious jealousy as Daisy flips another page in her book. She doesn’t look up.

“You’ve got your own stack of books,” she reminds him. It doesn’t wipe the little pout off of Nate’s face, and he continues to wallow in his pile of blankets on the couch, arms crossed over his chest.

“Uh, no. Your friend?”

“You’ve got Dogmeat.”

“Yeah, but all he does is bite people and sleep.”

Dogmeat lets out a tired little whine-sigh of a wasteland dog living a tough life. He’s currently enduring the hardship of sleeping underneath Nate’s knees like a living cushion. Never mind the fact that he crawled under the vault dweller’s legs to get there, or that Nate has been feeding him mirelurk jerky the whole time. He pokes his nose out from under the blankets.

“Where did you even find it?” Nate asks, shimmying against the couch to keep his shoulders under the blankets.

“I think it’s more accurate to say that it found me. It was limping around the entrance of Goodneighbor, and I felt bad. It just needed a little love, isn’t that right?”

Daisy raises one hand to scratch at the chin of her “friend” currently draped over her shoulders. Her friend emits a happy whuff and resumes napping. Dogmeat makes a noise that sounds like an attempt at mimickry, trying to be cute as well. Nate rolls his eyes.

“How come you can’t be like Daisy’s friend?” Nate asks. Dogmeat grumbles. “Come on, it’d be cool! Think of how useful it would make you too!”

“I’m not sure Dogmeat would be as good at sneaking,” Daisy points out, turning the page in her book.

“Do I look like the kind of person who sneaks?”

Daisy gives Nate a once-over, which isn’t quite as helpful thanks to most of his body being covered by blankets. The two scars crossing his face are good enough to answer his question.

“I know the kind of ammo that you buy from KL-E-0.”

“Exactly.”

Something downstairs makes a strange sound, and the floor lamp next to Nate’s couch goes out.

“Aw, shit,” he mutters. He makes no move to get up. “Daisy, can you—”

“No way, vault dweller.”

“But I can’t read without a light!”

“I’m not having any trouble.”

Daisy tries to hold back a smile as Nate lets out a long, annoyed groan. He wiggles his legs to knock the blankets off, and awkwardly lifts them over Dogmeat to avoid kicking him in the head.

“That is so unfair,” he tells Daisy.

Nate walks over and gives her friend a quick scratch on the head, before walking downstairs to restart the generator. Dogmeat uses the opportunity to take over the couch, eyeing Daisy as he lays down on top of the blankets to make himself a little nest.

“Hey, no eating my friend,” she tells the dog, who rests his chin on the couch’s arm and gives her a pointed look. “I need my reading light.”

The glowing mole rat balancing itself against Daisy’s shoulders and the back of the armchair seems to pulse for a moment. It glows with just enough light for Daisy to keep reading. Nate climbs the stairs again and puts his hands on his hips.

“Again, super unfair,” he says, and Daisy shakes her head.

“Well, I’m sorry that I’m better at finding animal friends than you are,” she replies without a hint of remorse. The book says something about the highly social nature of rats, and Daisy wonders if her new friend needs some other mole rat buddies too. The only problem with that is finding and taming them. They bite without hesitation, tunnel all over the place, and chew on everything in sight. Daisy’s friend is content with living indoors because of his mangled front paw making it too difficult to dig anymore, but any other mole rats would immediately set off to cause structural damage all over Goodneighbor.

“Have you named it?” Nate asks.

“Not yet. I wasn’t going to, but I guess we have to call it something other than just ‘my friend’. Any suggestions?”

“Glowy.”

“No.”

“Radstorm.”

“No.”

“Mole?”

“You are terrible at naming pets.”

“Hey, I’ve never named a pet in my life. Dogmeat came with that name already.” Nate pauses, looking thoughtful. “Hey, how about—”

“I am not naming it Ratmeat.”

Nate takes to calling the animal “Not-Ratmeat”. The mole rat starts responding to that name after a week.

#fallout #celebradiation24

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dando + 2? 👀

“Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

This got way longer than I intended so I'm putting this under the cut!

List of prompts here :3

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Daniel doesn't get Lando sometimes. Given, it's tough to adjust to new teammates. But it's been six months of being partnered up with Lando and Daniel still keeps feeling like all he does is take missteps around him.

He thought that they were getting somewhere, honestly. He's done his best. Is it jarring to not be instant friends with Lando? Yeah, fuck, he can admit that to himself.

But he thought that doing things like trying to invite him out for dinner, just—fucking, finding common ground considering that Daniel doesn't give a flying rat's ass about golf or gaming, would maybe help some.

It's bad enough that he can't get to grips with the car, and that his race engineer can barely remember his fucking name most days. he needs someone in his corner, and for some reason, his brain has decided to latch on to the one person who seems most adamant about not wanting to be his friend.

The thing is that this dinner, where he's taken Lando to one of his favorite little spots in Monaco to celebrate Lando's podium, was going along pretty nicely up until just a minute ago.

He decided early on that maybe coming out to Lando would help put him in his good graces—to show that he trusts him, to show something there was more to Daniel than just joking around and racing, maybe.

So he tells Lando a few little anecdotes about his attempts at dating since Lando asked, and he's in the middle of talking about this one guy who, well, hasn't been that great, really, but he's nice enough, even if he sometimes gives Daniel shit for his very busy schedule.

(The NDA Blake had to draw up for him had to be airtight. It was a whole thing.)

But now Lando's got this pinched expression on his face, and Daniel kind of breaks.

"Okay, Norris Lando, what gives?" Daniel finally asks.

It feels like he's about to fall apart, like every little hurt he's squirreled away inside the box in his head marked "do not open" is about to explode.

"Are you—like, is all of this making you uncomfortable? Why are you mad?” Daniel asks. He feels a little helpless, which is never a feeling he enjoys.

Lando's expression shifts, his eyebrows shooting up.

"What?"

Daniel puts his beer down, sighs, rests his forehead on his hand. he's so tired, all of a sudden. It's been a shit season, a shit year, and all he wanted to do was be Lando's fucking friend.

"You're—you're looking at me like—mate, I don't even know. You asked me about my dating life and so I decided to share it with you and now you're looking at me like I pissed in your drink, so what fucking gives? Why are you mad at me?"

Lando's face colours, and then he looks away. Daniel watches him, watches the way his breathing changes, the way the blush creeps high onto his cheeks.

“I’m not mad," Lando says quietly. He fiddles with the straw in his iced tea, already so diluted all the ice has gone. "I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

"Oh yeah, why, are you offering?" Daniels asks before he can stop himself. He's kind of had it with Lando. Had it with the attitude and the cold shoulders and the fucking—whatever this is.

Lando looks at him sharply, then, before he frowns, and then looks away again.

"I—" he starts. He swallows. He takes a shuddering breath.

Daniel's heart hammers an entire drumbeat against his ribcage. He's not quite sure what's happening here, but his body's decided that it's high time to panic.

"Just forget about it," Lando says. "Please, can we just forget about it—"

"No, what—mate, I don't know what the fuck is going on right now, and I don't understand what you have against me, just fucking talk to me, it's all I've wanted you to do all year," Daniel finally says.

He exhales. He can't believe that this is all boiling over now.

They were supposed to be celebrating Lando's P3. Daniel swallowed his pride to take him out, instead of staying at home to mope around over his P12 finish.

And finally, Lando looks at him again and his eyes are pleading.

"I'm—I'm sorry, DR," he says quietly. "I'm sorry I've been a cunt."

Daniel lets out a little tch between his teeth. He's not exactly sure what else there is to say, after that.

"It's—you don't know how hard it is to be in your shadow, and to like you so much," Lando says. Which. What?

What the fuck?

"Like me? Coulda fooled me there, mate."

Lando's picked up the paper that his straw was sheathed in earlier and now he's twisting it over and over in his fingers like a nervous tick.

"I like you more than you can even imagine, Danny," Lando replies, his eyes downcast. "I've been trying to—fix it. Stop it. So I've just. . . sort of swung in the opposite direction to try to—" he shrugs, and Daniel's entire body feels like it's about to dissolve into ash. "To get over you. But hearing you just fucking—settling like that when—when there are so many other people who could treat you well. It just."

Lando swallows audibly, and finally looks up.

"I'd never give you shit for your busy schedule," he continues. "But then again, we'd have the same one so, it wouldn't be an issue. Y'know. In a hypothetical situation where you did actually see me as more than just—" Lando waves his hand around aimlessly in the air. "Whatever. A kid. Your teammate."

Daniel feels completely unmoored, but also like fucking laughing at the ridiculousness of this entire conversation.

"You—you're telling me you like me? Like, like that? You've spent most of this year being prickly and mean and now you're telling me you like me, and you also want me to stop seeing you like a kid?"

Lando looks so caught out at that, so shocked by it, that Daniel knows he needs to fix this before he screws up even worse.

He reaches out and takes Lando's wrist in his hands, feels the hummingbird pulse there, ten kilometers a minute. Warm, of course, just like how Daniel feels right now.

"Hey, hey," Daniel says. "Can we maybe start with friends first, and see where that takes us?"

His heart feels like a hummingbird too, now.

Lando gives him a small, hesitant smile. "You don't hate me?"

Daniel feels every tense muscle leave him.

"Of course not," Daniel replies, relief and hope blooming inside his chest now. "Couldn't even if I tried, and boy, did I try. Actually I think you were better at that than I was, by the looks of it."

Lando kicks him under the table, but Daniel barely feels it. He just grins instead, and true enough, Lando smiles back.

#man what is this #what did i do here #IM SORRY KAY #kay tag #dando #dr3 #ln4 #moss fic #f1 drabbles #my fic

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thoughts on 4WS? everybody and their mom knows the prelude,but would you be interested in talking about some of the other interesting vehicles with stuff like this?

or maybe other methods of decreasing turn radius?

I love the “everybody and their mom knows the Prelude”. Truly the embodiment of the silicate chemistry XKCD.

But sure! I can’t really say much about 4WS beyond “It’s when the rear tires steer opposite to the fronts to decrease turn radius at low speeds or when they steer with the fronts to increase stability at high speeds, and it really helps make cars be and feel more agile, which is why you see it on the new Range Rover and why you will probably see it in many other cars now that they are all ballooning out of proportion. Cool! Don’t park too close to curbs tho or your rear end will kick out into them and curb your wheels”, so let’s move on to… less orthodox ways to decrease turn radius.

You’d included a GIF of the Rivian “tank turn” which they were going to include in their models only to then not, but I took the liberty to place it next to a GIF of the BYD YangWang U8 showing it off at the latest and incredibly exciting Japan Mobility Salon [for some reason this post is stuck on the old editor so pretend that link is blue] to offer suitable accompaniement

(start at 1:36 if it doesn’t do so automatically)

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Hope this will do in lieu of commentary because all I could offer is a demonstration of how many times I can type “what the fuck” in a row. Oh and if that wasn’t enough they also showed one do this.

I am genuinely pretty sure I came up with such a wheel design and then thought “no, this is stupid and absurd, forget I thought that” and then BYD was like “lol, lmao, rotfl even”.

But if you have wheels that don’t make you fear a robot uprising and surfaces that grip too hard to permit that Tchaikovskian bullshit, what are you to do?

Well, turn radius is a function of steering angle and wheelbase, so you can just alter those! Now, one would think the distance between the centers of your wheels would be pretty tough to alter, and indeed, it is. Well, it is pretty tough to alter without getting a wall involved and giving you more problems than you solved, if you know what I’m saying. Let alone to alter it reversibly. But some have done it! Enter Rinspeed, Swiss Porsche tuner turned concept car maker whose staying afloat I genuinely cannot explain, and more specifically its early-00s concept the Presto, a concept car that, once you realize you cannot for the life of you find four people willing to get near that horrendous front let alone in the thing, has the ability to cut your losses and accordionize itself.

“Yahchoo!”

Nice, Ron. And sure, the windshield is borderline nominal, the doors were sacrificed to the gimmick altar so one assumes you must get in Hazzard-style without even having a roof to paint something racist on, and it’s probably illegal in many fun new ways, but at least it’s gotta be a TON of fun.

You know what I suddenly feel like we should move on to something else. How about this thing?

“The Mk1 Golf?” Almost - as seen by the five bolt wheels, different bumpers and barely visible side vents, while this was an ordinary Mk1 Golf, Italo-Swiss tuning house Sbarro took care of that problem by shoving a Porsche 3.3L behind the front seats (what is this, Renault? [again, please record yourself saying “that link is blue” and play that recording back repeatedly over a spinning spiral GIF]). But the thing is, Franco Sbarro saw the whole ordeal and thought “Ah, but the engine that we put right in front of a the trunk lid is going to need accessing at some point. I must think of the most rational way to accomplish that”, and then made the car fucking open in two. What is it with Switzerland and cars doing this shit.

So yeah. If you were willing to spend an absolute fortune to make your Volkswagen Golf a positive deathtrap, you could, through an incredible and unimaginably dodgy feat of engineering, shorten your wheelbase by a measure I measured at comfortably under two inches. Now, I cannot think that makes much difference in turning radius, but hey, I’ve seen masculinities built and shattered over less.

Fortunately, the wheelbase is just one of the determining factors of turning radius, and the other, steering angle, is a pretty popular thing to increase through aftermarket components because it’s very important in drifting: as explained in this brilliant-as-always article from Speedhunters, since drifting consists of holding your car at a big angle relative to where you’re going, if you want to maintain that big angle you kind of need the front wheels to be able to be at a big angle relative to where the car is pointing.

Unfortunately, your steering wheel doesn’t stop turning just because it feels you got to turn it long enough already - it stops because the wheels are about to hit something. So in serious drift cars the front wheels have to be pushed outwards to keep them from encounter car as they turn. But of course, there is an alternative to pushing the wheels out - pushing the wheel wells in! That, in fact, is the technique employed by the personal driftcar of world champion Piotr Więcek...

....no, not the 800hp S15, I said the one he drives for fun.

Perfection. Indeed, since the last generation Twingo shares its platform with the Smart Forfour which itself shares bits and bobs with the historically rear-engined Smart Fortwo, the engine is in the rear, meaning the front wheels have nothing in between to stop them from turning outrageously wide, making its turning circle great for city driving, city parking, and apparently tandem drifting with an 800hp S15.

But I cannot talk about ways to facilitate street parking without talking about the first thing I ever received by email, in January 2011, or more than twelve years ago (yeah I know, sorry): a video of this car.

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Apparently, it was an idea that had existed since the 50s, too!

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I find this to be a really clever idea - you already need to bring the spare tire around anyway, and you already have a shaft spinning in that direction because that’s what connects the engine to the differential! Unfortunately though, nowadays most cars -especially the space-conscious ones- are front wheel drive, which would make implementing what already was a packaging nightmare to begin with take up even more space, probably to the point of being counterproductive. Unless perhaps you put the spare in front of the engine and redesigned the differential to *spends the next six months thinking about this*

#submission #turning radius #rinspeed presto #sbarro vw golf mk1 #drifting #renault twingo mk3

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I’m finally doing writing again, and making a microfic at that, I know it’s surprising to me too. And like honestly I should probably be working on homework right now or studying for an exam, but I’m doing this instead because I want to.

It was quiet, almost too quiet. A peaceful yet stressful quiet of Remus studying for exams. Very very quiet, one could even call it a silent night.

The night would not stay silent for long though, not when sharing a dorm with Sirius Black, loud, thoughtless, beautiful—where was Remus’ mind going, oh yeah LOUD.

Remus flipped through piles of notes trying to absorb all the possible information that could be on their final, like a sponge, but instead he couldn’t focus. Instead the process felt like trying to drill into a tough piece of impenetrable heavy metal. Instead all Remus could think of was they who must not be named because he was already thinking about them far too much for names like Padfoot to be crossing his mind DAMMIT IT HAPPENED AGAIN.

Remus’ bloodshot eyes darted over to the door, still he was alone in the dead silent dorm. Paranoid and eyes becoming a bit too blurred from starring at swirling letters for too long, Remus went over to the map to figure out what was taking everyone else so long to get back into the dorm.

I’m being desperate right now, aren’t I?

Remus’ mind continued to taunt him.

We’re going to fail that potions final all because of some crush.

His head hung low, Remus placed the map back down without looking at it, and sat back down surrounded by his books.

About an hour, or was it 10 minutes, maybe 35 to split the difference—anyways, what felt like a while later the rest of Remus’ dorm mates FINALLY returned. Not that he was waiting for them to come back so he would have an excuse to go to sleep, of course not, Remus would never do such a thing.

Except when they returned it wasn’t some loud grand entrance as Sirius almost always did (they seemed to believe their life was some sort of spectacular movie, or maybe a shit book), instead they sauntered in carrying a book. A BOOK. HAS THE WORLD GONE MAD?!? And what WAS the book, that question intrigued Remus—it was possibly too intriguing as Remus just stood up from his ritualistic looking circle of notes and books on the floor and went straight (or maybe you could say he went bi) over to Sirius.

“What’s going on?” Remus spoke, his voice filled with a bit of phlegm since of course he just happens to be falling sick because of course winter exams just happen to occur right when he’s getting sick because the world seems to hate him.

Sirius smiled, “Nothing, why do you think something’s going on Moony?”

As they spoke they looked Remus up and down, their smiling fading just the slightest bit and forming into more of a worried expression, an expression that Remus annoyingly saw bits of pity in.

“You have a book…and you’re back late.”

“It’s exam season, can I not be studying?”

“You and I both know you weren’t studying.”

Silence, until:

“…okay, yeah you got me there.”

“So,” Remus held his hands up, “what book is it?”

“Are you wanting a book recommendation in between all of that?” Sirius gestures to the pile of notes, review sheets, and textbooks on the floor.

“Exams will be over eventually and then I’ll read whatever it is you have in your hands,” Remus started trying to maneuver the book out of their hands. However, maybe because he was tired, maybe because Sirius was supposedly quicker, maybe because of an assortment of reasons, Remus was not able to get the book.

“Can I not have secrets as well, Moony? I fear all the studying is getting to your head.”

“I think that’s the point of studying.”

“Oh no, Merlin no,” Sirius dramatically put their hand to their head, “the books have gotten to his brain, he’s too far gone.”

Remus rolled his eyes. Sirius continued with the show: checking Remus’ pulse, feeling his head which was admittedly a bit hot.

“I think there may be some way to save the patient.”

“Oh great what incredible medicine does my hero have?” Remus’ voice spoke filled to the BRIM with sarcasm.

Hands wrapped around Remus’ back. The expression he made can be described as nothing more than priceless confusion, extreme extreme confusion.

“A hug,” Sirius whispers, “and some sleeeeeep.”

“I need to study.”

“YOU need to rest, doctors orders.”

Remus was about to respond, but then.

“Or I will fucking drag you over to Pomfry and we both know how that’s going to turn out, I can hear the nagging already.”

Sirius lets go of Remus, starring him down, until Remus speaks, “Okay, okay, okay. Would you…no, it’s stupid. Good night Sirius.”

“No, what is it?” Sirius retorts.

“I told you, it’s stupid.”

“And—now don’t tell this to James because it will break his heart—but so am I, stupid’s fun, what’s stupid?”

“……do you remember first year?”

Sirius stares off into space for a second, thinking back on the little posh kid who used to be and the rough kid with terrible grades that the wolf in front of them used to be, “Bits and pieces of it, but I think you’ll need to be more specific.”

“There was this time when…again this is like really stupid and you can spend your time in better ways.”

“I entirely disagree, spending my time stupidly is the best way to spend it, plus it’s being with you so of course I want to do whatever this is.”

“Well…there was that time before I could…..” Remus makes hand gestures as he tries to find the words, “before I could read and all, when you had read that huge history of magic book to me. I entirely understand if you say no, especially because—“

Remus is cut off by an immediate, “Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes, I’ll read you the most boring bed time story in the world Moony, yes. As long as you give me a bit of space to sit on the bed.”

And so that’s how Remus fell asleep on what was a pretty silent night, well silent other than the sounds of Sirius reading transfiguration spells and Remus snoring.

@wolfstarmicrofic

#marauders #wolfstar #marauders era #the marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #the marauders #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #wolfstar microfic

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