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if this post gets 500 or more things (reblogs, likes, comments) then ill eat an actual meal for the first time in almost a year bc im living off of microwaveable popcorn
i doubt this will happen so while i wait im gonna make microwaveable popcorn and yall cant stop me :)
my account so small this wont happen so imma enjoy my microwaveable popcorn 🤭
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microwave popcorn with real butter on topsave me,,,,
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Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!reader
Word count: 1.0k
Warning: none
A/N: also reminder all my requests have been completely deleted after I had gotten a new phone. I’ll open up requests later I just don’t know when. I’m a bit disappointed in myself bc I didn’t get to them sooner. So again sorry if your requests won’t be done anytime soon.
You’re never the first to call.
Most of the time it’s Damian.
Damian needs something in his life that no one in his family could give him. They could, but it wouldn’t be the same if he got it from you. You’re in your room, it’s late. Too late where the streets of Gotham have gone silent—and that alone should say something. You're humming a song of your choice that plays in the background of your bedroom as you sew up a piece of your jacket that you had accidentally ripped when you were out during the day. The music cuts off as your phone beside you starts to ring. It’s a facetime call.
incoming call 🩷🗡️Damian🩷🗡️….:
You’re quick to answer it… pressing the green button as you propped up your phone up against a couple of books you had laying around on your small desk you sat at so he could get a better view of you. There’s a smile on your face when he shows up. I'm your view on the phone. He’s laying down on his bed looking tired and beaten. Damian had just gotten back from a night of patrol before he decided to call you.
“Hi!” You great, he greets you back with a quiet hello “what are you doing?”
“I could ask you the same thing” you hum as you focus back on your jacket.
“Well, my excuse is I took a nap— at like—I don’t know-five? Maybe six? Anyway I woke up not even an hour ago. So I’ll be up the entire night” you laugh at yourself softly “What about you? Why are you up?” He’s quiet for a moment, and that worries you. He says nothing for a few scones seconds, you look up and stare at your phone—staring at his reflection on the other side of your device. There’s something about him that you can’t read well. And that says something because you could usually read off his emotions based on his expression.
“Just got done with patrol” he finally speaks and you nod slowly “how was your day beloved?” A question that’s quick to get you.
Damian loves listening to you talk about your day, even if it was just you doing absolutely nothing. You are quick with your answer.
“I didn’t do much! I only went to the mall today with a friend and let me tell you—twenty-five dollars in this economy ain’t shit. I think I spend around one hundred dollars? I think and I only went to like three stores but I still have money left over. Also Victoria secret underwear is not for the weak at all. They’re cute but some of them are just eh—not made for wearing them all day—“ you stop yourself from saying anything else. You look at your phone to stare at Damian who says nothing. The more you look at him the more he looks exhausted.
“Damian?”
“Yeah?”
“Come over” a soft smile grazes your lips “‘my parents aren’t home. Away on a business trip or something like that”
“oh?” That seems to spike his interests “what’s the occasion?” You shrug as you think for a moment, your ripped jacket now forgotten and placed aside
“movie night? I was watching a scary movie on Max called Barbarian. I was watching it alone but ten minutes in I got scared” Damian let’s put a small laugh that warms your heart. He’s slowly coming down from whatever he was going through.
“So?”
“I’ll be there. Just give me a few minutes”
“yay. I’ll see you in a bit. My windows open so you can just come in whenever”
You say your goodbye before you hang up on each other.
When Damian finally comes round you’re in the kitchen standing in front of the microwave as you make popcorn. Too engrossed on your phone you don’t notice him until his reflection covers your screen. You're quick to turn around and greet him with a hug that lasts longer than usual. It had you wondering. It’s not until the sound of your microwave beeping, you two pull apart but not fully. Hands linger on his face longer, palms against his tan cheeks.
“You okay?” Softly, you ask and he nods against your hands—his own hands coming up and grasping yours bringing your palm closer to his lips. He kisses it softly before he nuzzles into them again.
“Yes, with you I’m always okay” you hum as you smile up at him.
“Okay….” The microwave beeps once more, a reminder that the popcorn is ready. You let go of Damian as you make your way towards it, opening it and taking out the hot and steaming bag. You place it on the counter as you go and retrieve a bowl.
“You can go sit on the couch if you want” you say dumping the popcorn into the bowl
“I’ll be there in a minute” he nods but you can’t see, you hear his footsteps disappear as he walks away. You spot Damian sitting on the couch waiting patiently, there’s no expression on his face as he stares blankly at your T.V. A frown paints your lips as you walk up to him and hand him the popcorn—he doesn’t say a word as he takes it from your hand and watches as you search for the remote. When you do find it you sit next to him draping a blanket that was placed over the arm of the couch. There’s a static silence between the two of you as you search for the movie. Damian drapes his arm over your shoulder—leaning down onto you.
“Tired?” You laugh slightly—hand coming up to ruffle his black hair as you press play on the movie. He shakes his head
“No. I’m never tired” he smiles
“Okay, whatever you say” rolling your eyes playfully you lean closer to him. The popcorn was now in your hands, placed on your lap. Damian arms were wrapped around you protectively. You two to engrossed in the movie you were watching
Damian was always okay. He just missed you. Today was the first time he’s been over your house in the past six months and talking to you through the phone wasn’t doing any justice to him. Missing you kinda gives him a home sick-y feeling.
Also I recommend watching Barbarian on MAX. It’s not really a jump scare kind of horror movie. It’s more like an uneasy kind of movie. 10/10. Although I do have to give a warning bc there is blood and gore and also mentions of rape and incest.
#damian al ghul#damian wayne#damian wayne x reader#batman x fem!reader#robin x reader#batfamily#damian x reader#batfamily x reader#damian al ghul x reader#damian scenarios
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hii!!!! can I send a request? if so can I request a Bucky Barnes x reader fic? maybe where reader and Bucky live together but reader has some eating issues that they haven't told Bucky about and he finds out one day. like maybe a hurt/comfort? If not that's totally fine im just in recovery right now and just needing some comfort rn ty!! <33
Summary: After eating dinner one night, your roommate, Bucky Barnes, discovers what you have been keeping to yourself.
What to expect: eating disorder (bulimia), fluff
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You walked in from your date – the smell of your roommate’s cooking immediately hitting your nose. It smelled amazing. Everything Bucky cooked was phenomenal.
“Welcome home!” the soldier called out from the kitchen. You flashed him a quick smile as you walked in and sat down at the bar. “How was the date?”
You sighed. “It was…okay, I guess,” you answered.
Bucky nodded and tasted the sauce he was finishing up making. “You hungry?”
“I’m good,” you exhaled. “Had a lot to eat at the movie.”
He looked at you suspiciously. “What all is there to even eat at a movie?”
You chuckled and shook your head – walking off to your room without responding. You knew full-well that you hadn’t actually eaten anything at the movie except for a few bites of popcorn. You got into your bedroom and started to change into some comfortable clothing, and the familiar sound and feeling of your stomach growling echoed loudly. You ignored it – continuing to change into your sweats and get comfortable in bed. You lay in bed scrolling on your phone and laughing at videos posted by some comedians you followed. After a handful of minutes, however, it became too much. Annoyed, you got out of bed and headed to the kitchen where Bucky was cleaning up and putting away leftovers. Without a word, you opened up one of the cabinets and grabbed a plate – stacking it with food and putting it into the microwave.
“Thought you weren’t hungry,” Bucky reminded you.
You shrugged. “Yeah, well…smelled too good.”
You gave him a soft smile as you went to the other side of the bar to sit and begin eating your meal. It was delicious, that much you had to admit. If there was one thing you knew for certain, it was that Bucky knew how to cook a homestyle meal.
“It’s really good,” you told him.
He smiled. “Thank you…it’s one of my mom’s recipes.”
Hearing those words and knowing what you were going to do once you finished eating caused a wave of guilt to crash over you – causing you to look down and eat smaller bites. His mother…the woman that he no doubt loved more than anything in the world, the one he had lost when he was a young boy had created the recipe for the food you were eating, and you knew that as soon as you finished, you’d be throwing it up. Were you insulting her? Him? If he knew what you did after every meal, would he be angry with you? How many other times had you thrown up food that came from his mother? In the end, it didn’t matter. You weren’t strong enough for these thoughts to stop you from doing what you’d been doing for years.
“Thank you, Buck,” you smiled – putting your now-empty plate in the dishwasher and heading to your room. “Goodnight!”
“Night!” His voice was happy, and he felt accomplished having made one of his mother’s beloved recipes and having it turn out good.
You locked yourself in your room before bolting to the en suite and locking that door as well. Almost on instinct, you threw your body to the toilet – forcing yourself to throw up everything you had just eaten. You always sobbed quietly as you regurgitated your meals, but this time was different. This time, you sobbed loudly – not caring if anyone heard you. The food kept coming, and each morsel that left your body caused more guilt.
“Hey!” Bucky’s voice called out from the other side of the bedroom door. “Are you okay?” You didn’t answer, too upset to respond to him. At this point, you didn’t care if he found out what you were doing…if anything, a part of you wanted him to find you. Some part of you needed him to. Hearing more of your sobbing and puking, Bucky easily broke the lock on the bedroom door and entered – making his way to the bathroom and breaking that lock as well. “Hey, hey, hey,” he spoke softly – kneeling down next to you and rubbing your back. “Are you okay?”
“No,” you sobbed – looking over at him with tear-stained cheeks. “I’m sorry, Buck.”
“Sorry? What’re you sorry for?” he asked frantically – desperately wanting to figure out what was happening. “Did something make you sick?”
You let out another sob. “I’ve been sick, Bucky.” His eyes searched yours for some sort of explanation, but the more you sobbed and gasped, the more he understood. Soon, the realization set in.
He pulled you close to him – wrapping his arms tightly around you. “How long?”
“Since high school,” you cried out.
He kissed the top of your head – resting his cheek on the same spot. “I’m so sorry I didn’t realize.” A tear escaped his beautiful blue eyes and landed in your hair. “I should’ve realized.” The feeling of being wrapped in his arms brought you a sense of calm – a feeling that everything would be alright. He wasn’t angry that you had just thrown up the food that he had worked hard on making. In that moment, all he cared about what you. “Do we need to go to the hospital?”
You shook your head. “No…please.” Bucky stood up and grabbed a wet washcloth and got your toothbrush together – helping you get up from the floor and clean up. He flushed the toilet while you brushed your teeth, and once you were done, he carried you to your bed. “Please stay…” Your voice was hoarse and weak as you practically begged the soldier to stay with you. “I can’t be alone.” Bucky nodded and lay next to you – pulling you close to him and rubbing your bath with his metal hand. The coolness of his arm soothed you enough and helped you catch your breath. “Please help me.”
“I’ll do anything you need me to do,” he promised – placing a gentle kiss on your head and holding you as you fell asleep from exhaustion in his arms.
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#james bucky barnes#james bucky buchanan barnes#the winter soldier#the winter soldier fanfiction#steve rogers fanfiction#bucky x you#bucky x reader#sergeant james barnes#sergeant james buchanan barnes#send requests#requests open#taking requests
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Heyyy could you do a 2010 bill where him and reader r chilling after a long few weeks and it's just pure fluff like watching a movie lazy make-out bit of self care yk if thays OK if not don't stress it!!!!
Hope you have a good day 😁😁😁
YES OFC HUN💋
“I really needed this.”
this is my first request! I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted>.<
Warning: making out! (no actual smut in this story)
A long few weeks passed, full of chaos. Tokio Hotel’s weeks have been full of concerts, interviews, photoshoots and more! Giving Bill less time to see his beloved girlfriend, y/n. For y/n it’s just been weeks of staying home all day for Bill to come home so late or not come home at all. She really needed his love but he wasn’t there, taking a bit of a toll on her. Luckily today was the last day of chaos and now Bill can come home! Except y/n didn’t know that.
Bill decided to leave the studio early, stopping at a shop to get some matching pjs for both him and his girlfriend. y/n was obliviously waiting at home, in the living room watching tv. A what seemed to be permanent sad look on her face. Until, she hears a knock on the door. She sighs, getting up from the couch to the door. Once she opened the door, that frown turned upside down immediately.
“Suprise!” Bill says, “hass du mich vermisst, meine schatz?“ A child-like smile formed on her face. She wrapped her arms around him immediately, “you have no idea how much I missed you.” She says, muffled because her face was in his shoulder. “Aww baby I missed you too.” Bill responds, kissing the top of her head. “I brought us matching pjs so we could watch a movie! How does that sound meine liebe?” She nods, “that’s sounds amazing!” She grabs the pjs Bill bought and changed into them, Bill does the same thing.
Y/n goes to the kitchen cabinet, grabbing a bag of popcorn and putting it in the microwave. Until she gets an idea, she goes to the bathroom and opens the cabinet under the sink. She grabs two packets and shows Bill, who’s on the couch looking for a movie to watch. “Facemasks?” She asks, with a giddy smile on her face. “Yea! Of course!” Bill says excitedly. She goes to sit down next to him, opening the packet, pulling out the slimy, cold cloth from its aluminum packaging. She opens it and places it on bills face.
After a few minutes of the mask sitting in their faces, it was time for them to take it off. They go to the bathroom and take off the masks, rubbing the excess serum into their skin. Once they finished, they went back to the living room to continue the movie. As they cuddled up on each other bill decided to get a little touchy, leaving small kisses on y/n’s shoulders. “that tickles!” she says while giggling. bill turns her face around towards him, giving her a loving kiss. she returns the favor, turning her body towards him.
Their lips softly touched one another’s, bills hands sneaking up under her shirt, resting on her waist. y/n’s held bills face as she caressed his lips with kisses. Bill opens his mouth slightly, allowing y/n’s tongue to enter, both tongues dancing with one another. Bill makes his way to her neck and shoulders, sucking and nibbling on the area. Tiny and soft moans leaving y/n’s mouth, tilting her head to give more access. Soon after she returns the favor, leaving small love bites on bill’s neck, “I missed this..” y/n says, a smile forming on her lips. “I missed this too schatz, I missed you.” he replies, hugging y/n and holding her close.
Bill and y/n then get comfortable on the couch, bill laying on y/n’s chest, her arms around him as she scratched his scalp. “thank you meine liebe, i really needed this.” Bill says, “you’re so welcome my love.” Y/n kisses the top of his head as both him and her slowly began to fall asleep.
THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST, IM SO SORRY THAT THIS IS LATE. IM GONNA TRY TO POST MORE OFTEN!!!!
#tokio hotel#bill kaulitz#tom kaulitz#gustav schäfer#georg listing#emo#y2k#bill kaulitz being sexy as hell
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Oh Comet,
I don't know why I am spending my Sunday evening thinking about ghoul balls, dicks and boobs just flapping and bouncing around but I here we are.
You know that when they're left to their own devices they run around the ghoul dorm naked as the day that they were summoned. Nudity is a normal thing for ghouls and they don't understand why some humans are so uptight about it. Dewdrop says that people are weird because "nobody is born wearing clothes". He has a point?
Unless it's practice time or he is out of the dorm for some reason Dew NEVER wears pants. You might find him in an oversized (someone else's) T shirt but that's it. No pants at all. If Imperator happens to walk into the dorm unannounced, he claims it is because he didn't feel like adjusting his tail.
Anyway, my point is that there are always balls and dicks and tits dangling and jangling in the ghoul dorm. If your sitting on the sofa in the common room at movie time and you turn around, you will most likely be eye level with Mountain's balls as he stands there behind you, one hand holding a bowl of popcorn as the other hand shoves handfuls into his mouth while he waits the next bag of microwave popcorn to be ready.
Sometimes the smaller ghouls (Dew, Sunny or Aurora) will climb up onto Cumulus and sit on her as if they are sitting in a Lay Z Boy recliner. They'll squish the back of their head or neck in between her boobs, like a head rest and nestle their butts down into her belly and thighs just like a comfortable chair. Pull up a blanket and within 5 minutes they're out like a light. They'll also sit on Aether that way too.
The funniest thing was that one night when Dew was sitting on Aeth as they both quietly read their books and ended up nodding off. One small ghoul using a larger ghoul like a chair, each with a book lying face down on their chest, reading glasses pushed to the ends of their noses, quietly snoring. Dew had a blanket pulled up on his lap like a granny and they both were wearing fuzzy slippers.
Swiss took a picture.
GREMLIN.
Casual nudity ghouls my beloved! You know they genuinely don't care, barely even think about it half the time. It's an actual chore to get Sunshine to wear clothes at all ("they're so uncomfortable").
I think they do enjoy them from time to time for fashion reasons. They like to look good. But for comfort? Yeah, baggy shirts or sweaters with nothing under them. Sweatpants an no shirts. Just straight up nothing.
You know Swiss has that photo locked an loaded too. Ready to send it out at a moment's notice for a variety of reasons. Aether probably has it as his phone background, honestly.
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hey there!
this is my oc blog, it’s not attached to a particular wip but rather an insane network of rp that’s about four and a half years old depending on how you’re measuring, unofficially called “the depths”. it’s made up of me, one of my best friends* and a shitton of little guys that are constantly rotating like microwave popcorn in my brain.
* @threecheer, my beloved bestie. none of these ocs are hers, she’s not on tumblr much. but i’ll probably talk about her ocs sometimes bc it’s kind of impossible not to.
feel free to ask me questions about any of my ocs! here are their full names, in roughly descending order from most developed to least developed:
alec michael caldwell
meera shah
franklin emory bendel
sebastian avery olivier
henry jonathan brooks
raphael “raph” roger truman
melanie “mel” robin chambers
solomon “sol” clay kingsley, junior
miriam tzipporah meir
isadora beatrice mallory
lev ilyich kalashnik
sage courtney desmond
violet kara lerner-mitchell
ainsley marianne lassiter
lydia “libby” riva rubenstein
atticus owen miller
beau quinn
maddox rose
some of them have canonical kids and some of them have parents that are occasionally brought in as minor characters (mainly sebastian and sol lol) but that’s about it. also there are several canonical pets - the pfp for this blog is meant to represent Silk Scratcher The Triumphant (or just silk), who’s sort of a mascot for the depths.
my main is @whimperandabang :)
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adhd + stoned moment: tried to put something away quickly while microwaving popcorn, which would have been fine except for I became distracted by a Second Task which was messaging my Beloved Girlfriend about the First Task and then seeing a Notification on my Mobile Device( mycellular-phone) and then I got on Tumblr.com (Mobile app) whi h is where I am currently and smelling
Burnt popcorn™️
Which I had set for 4 minutes and twenty seconds (Microwave)becuase I did not anticipate the situation previously decribed in this Post .
I have also not accomplished the original task that I started because of the Third Task which I have just finished, dear reader
#my microwave just beeped at me passive aggressively to remind me it was done cooking#come get your burnt nasty popcorn shitlord#yes dear 😔#anyway (crossing off side quest)
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For the autumn fic meme can you do number 7? (maybe Newt trying to be brave and failing miserably? >:3)
7. scary movies
from autumn fic prompts here
WHEW i've had an exhausting few weeks but things are finally calming down and i can devote time back to my beloved little dudes again. i have a longer fic i'm working on for spooky season but it's also HALLOWEEN PROMPT FILL SEASON once more!! here's an old old one I never got around to filling
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"I am not," Hermann says, "as easy as you seem to think I am."
Newt's not sure what's more disconcerting here: hearing someone outside of, like, 1950 refer to themselves as easy, or Hermann apparently worrying that Newt might apply that word to him, in the lust-inspiring glory of his sweatervest, baggy wool slacks, stiff collar, daintily crossed ankles, the twelve inches he's left between them, and the full-body shudder of displeasure he gives whenever Newt makes the mistake of looking in his direction. And worrying about it so bad he had to reach over and pause the movie to make sure Newt had his full attention before making the declaration. Yeah, easy, that's sooo Hermann. He wouldn't even take off his shoes before he got on Newt's bed, because it would've been quote-unquote too intimate. What a harlot.
"I literally have no idea what you're talking about," Newt says. "Am I missing some, like, signals? Is this some sort of Gottlieb mating ritual?" The only thing Hermann has done all night is snap at Newt for burning their popcorn in the microwave (among a host of other offenses, ranging from breathing too loudly to keeping the brightness on his computer too high). Newt thinks he would've noticed if Hermann was suddenly fluttering his eyelashes or taking off his shirt or something. Actually, if Hermann considers picking fights easy behavior, then Newt suddenly has a whole lot of their relationship to reassess here. As in, all of it. Maybe arguing is part of the complex intricacies of Gottliebian mating rituals, the rest of which involve unstylish haircuts and submitting HR complaints. Newt should pay closer attention to these sorts of things.
"No," Hermann snaps. "I am referring to your invitation, which was clearly a pitiful attempt to seduce me, and my subsequent acceptance thereof, which was against my best judgement and that I began to regret almost immediately." He folds his arms across his chest and scowls at Newt. It's not as intimidating as he clearly hopes it'll be, because there's a decent amount of burnt popcorn crumbs clinging to the front of his sweater, and his glasses are crooked.
"I'm not trying to do anything but watch a movie, dude," Newt says.
"Oh, yes, for now," Hermann says. "But soon enough you'll be so terribly frightened that you'll need to turn to me for comfort, and then one thing will lead to another, and then—" He shakes his head darkly. "I can assure you now that will not be happening, despite any efforts to the contrary. Feign your fear all you wish."
That's the problem with trying to be anything but a mortal enemy to Hermann—the guy's always gotta act like Newt has some sort of dark, mysterious, ulterior motive going on. Cups of tea always have to be deliberately brewed too bitterly with too much milk (instead of just, y'know, the shop Newt went to messed up his order), invitations for excursions into the city or late night talks on the Shatterdome roof are trying too hard to make up for whatever Newt's crime against him of the week is. Hermann can never just accept kindnesses from Newt at face value. Technically, Newt supposes he did have a slight ulterior motive in inviting Hermann over for spooky movie night tonight that verged beyond selflessly giving Hermann a social life into self-serving, but he's been literally upfront about it from the start. And it has nothing to do with getting a hand under Hermann's four layers, thank you. "I want to watch this new movie," he said earlier in the lab, while Hermann eyed him suspiciously, "but it's supposed to be scary as shit, so I don't want to do it alone." If it gives him nightmares, then at least he'll have someone to commiserate with.
Newt's not sure whether he prefers Hermann to see him as a big baby or a skeezeball. Big baby is worse, maybe—at least the alternative means Hermann thinks he's, like, at least mildly suave and a mega-pro at seducing grumpy mathematicians. But it all also raises a very important question. "If you knew I was gonna try to seduce you, then why did you come over?" Hermann was being pretty quiet about everything, up to and including when Newt told him to make himself at home on his bed, until now.
Hermann coughs, and mumbles out something about not having anything better to do with his time, then something else about Newt having wily machinations. "Let's finish the damned movie," he says.
Though Newt's chosen to let Hermann believe he's speeding down the skeezeball route tonight, that doesn't actually change the fact that Newt is, at heart, kind of a big baby—but also only when it comes to sooome horror movies, because he's usually really awesome and punk about these things, and you don't cover yourself in tattoos if you don't have a high tolerance for discomfort, and Newt was watching monster movies before he had object permanence. Unfortunately Newt is not currently covering himself in tattoos or dealing with his dad's admittedly questionable age-appropriate media decisions, but rather curled up in a sweatshirt and watching an evil spooky ghost slash through teenagers like nothing on his laptop with Hermann. The reviews weren't wrong about the realistic special effects. Newt makes a small noise that's definitely not a groan and turns his face away, just a little bit. "I don't understand why you enjoy subjecting yourself to rubbish like this," Hermann says. He's wrinkling his nose. Newt thinks the fiery power of Hermann's disdain could stop the homicidal movie ghost right in its tracks, which strangely makes him feel a little better. "We could be watching an infinite number of other much better films."
"Great idea," Newt says. "K-science movie night, every Friday. You can make the popcorn and choose the flick next time, I'll order pizza." Pizza sounds great right now. He should have dragged Hermann out into the city for pizza night and drinks at the worst bar he could find and made him eat something for dinner with nutritional value for a change (well, okay, in terms of comparison to the scalding tea and toast he usually has for dinner, a pizza is like a damn salad bar), not lured him into his messy bunk for a scary movie night neither of them are actually feeling. Maybe it's not too late to change their plans. There are probably still a few 24/7 delivery stragglers out there in a city this big that haven't yet succumbed to being stomped on by kaiju. "Is that guy still getting chainsawed?"
"No," Hermann says. He looks up at Newt's laptop screen quickly—he'd been distracted, picking crumbs off his sweater—and corrects himself, only just audible over the whirring of the ghost's chainsaw. Not a very creative weapon of choice for a slasher. Chainsaws are kinda been there done that, Newt thinks. "Er. Yes. This has been a rather prolonged death scene."
"Yeah, dude, no shit," Newt says. He tucks his head in against Hermann's shoulder, because it's not like Hermann can possibly think any less of him right now, and he's relieved when Hermann acquiesces to the touch and doesn't boot him across the room. Hermann's sweater smells kinda weird, like he left it out in the rain and didn't bother washing it after it dried. It's still soothing to be this close to him. Ugh, not that Newt would ever, ever admit that out loud, how embarrassing.
"I told you your charms are not going to work on me, Newton," Hermann sniffs, even as he gives Newt's shoulder a pat, and then something, bewilderingly enough, that Newt might call a reassuring squeeze. He doesn't move his hand afterwards. "No matter how pathetic you look right now."
"Thanks? Um, I think?"
Something particularly gnarly must happen on screen, because Hermann suddenly winces and drops their popcorn bowl, sending the remainder of it (mostly vaguely salty kernels) scattering across the floor. He reaches out and angles Newt's laptop screen down, just a centimeter from being shut entirely. A slasher-chainsawing-ghost victim screams their heart out through the muffled speakers. Hermann closes the laptop the rest of the way. "I think we ought to pick something else," he says.
"Sounds great," Newt says.
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Drunken Love
Summary: Ace, Thatch, and Jozu birdnapped Marco to drink with them. Poor Hanna have to deal with the drunken consequences.
Sitting on the couch were Marco and his wife, Hanna. They were currently spending quality time together by watching cheesy romantic movies from the 90s. The blond husband was lying down on the sofa while his beloved wife was on top of him, their gazes fixed on the screen before them.
Hanna went to grab some more popcorn but discovered there was none left. "Aw, shucks! We ran out of snacks!" She pouted, fidgeting with the empty bowl. She sighed sadly.
Marco chuckled before grabbing the bowl from her hand, kissing her head as he slowly sat up. "I'll go make some more-yoi." He went to get up, letting Hanna sit by herself. "Don't miss me too much, love."
"I won't!" The black-haired wife was too engrossed with the movie to look at the blond going to the kitchen.
Getting a bag of uncooked popcorn, Marco proceeded to put it in the microwave and watched as it crackled in the heat. Too mesmerized by the scene, he failed to notice an unknown presence in the kitchen with him.
*Ding!*
"Okay, it's cooked now-yoi." He pulled the popcorn bag out of the microwave and was about to put it in the bowl just to be grabbed from behind. "MHMPH-!" He struggled from their hold, his mouth covered by their hand.
"Yosh! We got the pineapple man! I repeat, we got the pineapple man!"
'Thatch??' Marco's eyes widened, recognizing one of his sworn brothers.
"Let's get out of here, Thatch!"
'And Jozu??!' The blond tried to get out of the bulky man's grasp but failed due to the strong hold on him.
"Okay, Jozu! Let's go! Ace is probably outside with his car!" Hastily, Thatch and Jozu went out of the house through the backdoor, the poor pineapple man in their grasp.
'What the fuck is going on?!' Marco thought as he and his 3 idiot brothers drove away from his property.
'I hope Hanna won't get too mad at me-yoi.'
........
"4 large mugs of booze, please! The strongest kind you've got!" Thatch told the bartender before sitting down beside his best buds. "It's been a long time since we've got together, huh?"
"Yep. You got that right." Ace chuckled, eating the food that he ordered earlier. "Mr. Pineapple Husband here is too busy with his married life to drink with us! What's up with that?!" He pouted. Marco huffed.
"Well, Mr. Narcoleptic Dunce, it's a husband's role to tend to his beloved wife-yoi." He hissed irritatedly. "Still can't believe you idiots kidnapped me just like that! Hanna would get worried!"
"I already told her and she said okay," Jozu said. "She just told me to get you home if you got too drunk."
The blond husband huffed, watching as the bartender put their ordered drinks before them. "Since when did I get drunk-yoi?"
The three exchanged knowing grins as Thatch cackled evilly. "Since now."
........
And just like magic, Marco did get wasted. Awfully wasted.
He wasn't exactly sure when their little get-together started or how it ended because he was too drunk to be aware of the fact that he was back at his house. Not until his cheeks were pinched angrily by a certain woman.
"Fushichō Marco! How did you get so drunk?!" Hanna scolded, continuing to pinch him. "You never get drunk before!"
"Sowwy," Marco whined, surprising his bewildered wife. "Didn't mean to!" He pouted.
Hanna blushed, looking up at her drunk husband acting like a kid scolded by his mother. To think the usually mature man would be reduced to this! "Oh my gosh, you really are drunk Marco!" She exclaimed, taking in his state.
Marco rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, averting his gaze away from his beloved wife. "Mhm. Sowwy-yoi." He hic-ed, slurring his words.
Hanna let out a sigh, pulling the blond's hand, tugging him to walk with her. "Come on, love. Let's sleep."
As the ever-obedient husband he was, Marco trailed after her, drunkenly stumbling on his feet. His wife held tight onto him, afraid that the blond might fall on his face.
After a while, they arrived at their bedroom. Hanna instructed Marco to stand still as she handed him his pajamas, helping him to change with them. Some struggling and drunk giggling later, the couple finally settled under the bed's covers.
The blond snuggled against his beloved, smiling. "Nighty-night, darling." Marco kissed her forehead lovingly. "Love you, Hannah."
"Love you too, sweetheart." Hanna smiled softly, hugging her husband tightly.
Some minutes later, Marco turned to lay on his side, facing his wife. "Hey~ You awake-yoi?" Annoyed, the black-haired woman opened her eyes, looking at her husband in confusion.
"Yeah. What do you need, Marco?" The said blond giggled, looking at her excitedly.
"Did you know that I have an amazing wife? She's gorgeous too-yoi!"
'He's still drunk, huh? The dork.' Hanna rolled her eyes at him, her mouth curling up in amusement. "Oh yeah? What does she look like?"
Marco smiled, his blue eyes sparkling at the thought of his beloved. "Well, she has this smooth and silky black hair that I always love to weave my fingers with! And a pair of amazing onyx eyes that sparkles like the stars! Her skin was soft and smooth to the touch too! And her smile? God, I love her dazzling smile-yoi!" He sighed dreamily, failing to notice how red Hanna's face got. He then fell asleep after that, snoring softly.
'God. This man.' Hanna smiled, kissing her blond husband softly on his temple before falling asleep after him.
........
When Marco woke up the next morning, he found himself alone in bed. Sitting upright, he scanned his surroundings, only to find the room empty save for him. The clock read 6:47 am and he immediately groaned loudly, flopping backward and covering his eyes with his arm. 'Fuck this hangover.' He groaned.
"Rise and shine, my dear husband!" Hanna appeared in the room with a glass of water and a pill of Ibuprofen.
"Ugh... Thanks, sweetheart." Marco grabbed the things from her hand and ate the pill before gulping down the water. After that, he looked at the black-haired woman who was grinning mischievously at him.
"What's with that look-yoi?"
Giggling, Hanna smirked. "Let me tell you what happened last night..."
Marco listened to his wife recount the events that took place last night, his pale face reddening intensely from each embarrassing action he did.
'Note to self: Beat those idiots' asses later.' Marco groaned, flopping back down on the bed, face burning as Hanna continued to tease him.
'Yeah, I'll beat them later-yoi.'
A trade with @kazenomegaminowanpisu ! Hope you like this, sis! ;)
#kazenomegaminowanpisu#portgas d. ace#one piece thatch#diamond jozu#marco the phoenix#one piece marco x oc#marco the phoenix x oc
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tagged by the beloved @grossmickey 🤠🖤
relationship status: lol y’all already know that @smokey-mickey and i are stupidly in love
favorite color: purple💜
favorite food: i feel like this is a tie between sushi and falafel lol
song stuck in my head: "microwave popcorn” from the inside outtakes..... how did bo go so hard with this one
last thing i googled: “easy banana bread recipe”
time: 11:55 am
dream trip: i have big dreams of going to italy with my beloved next summer if i get research funding.... also fingers crossed that rhys and i will end up in nyc over winter break😌
something i want: i have been very stressy lately so i am going to be boring & say a good night’s sleep lol
tagging: @gallawitchxx @whatwouldmickeydo @billowyy @metalheadmickey if u want to! <3 <3
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"You, guys get to pick the movie."
Loki: I'll make some popcorn.
"I don't have a microwave oven and my kettles are..."
Loki: What? Pff. I have a spell for all that.
"Can I see?"
Loki: Of course, my honeybee.
Thor picks up the remote: Aye! Guide me strange black stick.
Nadir: Uuu. Is that an italian movie?
Erik: I like italian movies.
Thor: Aye. Their food is good. We'll see this one.
Geralt: Fuck.
"Guys, Loki's spell is amazing. Come and see. You gotta see this."
Erik gives a high pitched scream.
Nadir: No! No, no! My beloved...! Thor change the canal!
Loki with popcorn in his mouth: What's going on? Son, why are you trying to lasso the television?
"Aaargh! Kill it, Erik! Before it...!"
Tv playing music...
Erik: My ears are bleeding!
Nadir furiously at Thor and trying to stop Erik from distroying the tv: Change the canal! Now!
Thor: The buttons are so small...
Loki: Just press it gently.
"Do something! I'll pay you...!"
Geralt gets up and pulls the power cord off the socket: Hmmm. ... Fuck...
"It's in your head isn't it?"
Erik panting heavily. Nadir brushing sweat of pain from Erik's brow gently with his hands: Hush, my beloved... It's over.
Geralt shaking his head dramatically: Fuuuck.
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Art, I am so happy!!!! I am on cloud nine right now. My mom finally agreed about me joining boxing class and promised me to find a trainer/coach who match my schedule in a week.
But, I had to pull many cards at the dinner table earlier. One of that was "my only child card" 😅.I told them ,it is for my self defence and specially as I am going to live alone in one of the busiest city in few years without them. So, it's is very important for my self defence. And ,I told them "as I am their only child so it is very important for me to protect myself for them", with my innocent Bambi eyes🦌(but I know my mom already knows what this eye mean,I have been doing this since I can remember whenever I try to convence or request them for something that they are not willing to do or give and it works everytime.so,this is not stopping anytime soon👽🌝.hahahah😈😁 .).
my father sold right away😂(I mean, he always does. He sold away last time too and actually helped me requesting my mom ,when I request them to let me joining boxing and my mom actually agreed too ,at first but due to my other activities I had no time to attend boxing class and my mom didn't agreed with dividing morning yoga class. So, long story short I was not able to join boxing class.)
But, my mom made some demands too.she asked me to learn to cook healthy meal for myself by the time I leave for US(healthy meal is a huge deal for my mom.lol). My 30 min cooking class starts from tomorrow evening. My mom teach me. I am pretty excited too. I wanna learn cooking real food too without burning the kitchen (no more just freezing mochi, boiling water for cup ramen and microwave popcorn). And, asked me to kiss her, it was not a big deal I do that everyday. So, I am more then willing to agree with her conditions.
I am so excited, Art🐣🐣!!!me wearing boxing glove. Just thinking of it makes me smile like fool😁✨✨.
I love you, Art🤍🤍!!!!
Goodnight!!!! ✨
I will study. You too, study well Art. Studying,constant practice, discipline and dedication etc is very important. It is the manifestation for our better self (not just for academic, anything else which makes us better even by 1 %)my parents always say this to me , so😅🤍.
~the ballerina girl.
your parents sound so sweet and cool please adopt me LMAO . so excited for your boxing lessons beloved but please always take care and be careful so you won’t get hurt :DD so proud of you for always working so hard !!
as for me 😭 school finished a few weeks ago so i’m giving my burn out brain a break from studying before it becomes completely fried . i’m spending this vacation learning about my body heart and soul instead <3 because the past two years have been cruel to my mental wellbeing and i want to give it a rest . i find my happiness in travelling nowadays !!
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NEW MEOW MEOW ACQUIRED
#etho slab my beloved ♥#he is Such a poor little meow meow#maybe the poorest and littlest#okay objectively I know this isn't true but [gently holds]#anyway just watched his last ep I'm. I Am Fine .#''I didn't win it for Bdubs'' yeah no doing great mhm#oh I should prolly tag this huh#last life spoilers#also I've watched his and grian's povs now haven't watched like. Who Wins yet#although I did get spoiled for that via going on tumblr just now#bound to happen o well#anyway. anyway#I'm like mid writing an essay but my brain is microwave popcorn rn so taking a break#to think about fictional characters#hngh#shark barks#apologies in advance for the metric shitload I'm abt to reblog
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my brothers and i are at the movie theater for no way home and I FORGOT HOW EXPENSIVE YHIS SHIT IS
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do you think the smell of popcorn leftover in a microwave can burn?
beloved i sincerely love your dedication to the scientific method here. we love to explore all theories. but i work in a multiple thousand square foot office building with an insanely good ventilation system and the smell of honest to god ash-charred burnt corn was so thick that my eyes were watering. and i just don’t think that smell particles left behind in a single microwave could produce that effect
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