#fluffy neighbors!

[miltheperson]

Welcome Home headcanons!

Insomnia comfort!

Can’t sleep? Well, how about ringing up your neighbors? I’m sure they’d be happy to help! Here’s some phone call dialogue with the crew to make you feel at least a little bit better!

Wally Darling

“Hello…? Neighbor… What are you doing up so late? It’s way past your bedtime, you know… Oh? You can’t sleep?…”

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“I see… I’m sorry you feel that way… I’m here for you, neighbor… I’ll be on the phone with you until you fall asleep… So… How was your evening? Did you have fun today…?”

Wally would continue talking with you until you finally fall asleep or until the sun rises, though if the latter happens he’d probably tell you to take a nap during the day to get some sleep at the very least. He’s such a helpful friend!

Barnaby Beagle

“What in the world are you… yaawn… doing up so late at night, buddy…? Huh? What’s that…? Can’t sleep?… Hmm… I know… What about some jokes to make you feel better? Would that help?”

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“Alright… What is brown and sticky?…”

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“A stick!”

Barnaby wouldn’t last another thirty minutes or so, but he’d spend the entire time telling you jokes to help you feel better before inevitably falling asleep before he could finish one last joke. He tried his best!

Eddie Dear

“Hmm… Yelo…? Oh… Neighbor, hi… Oh, no, no. Don’t worry you didn’t disturb me… What’s the matter? Everythin’ alright?”

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“Ahh… An o’l case of insomnia, huh?… Well, don’t worry, neighbor. Eddie’s here for ya… I’ll- yaAawn… I’ll be riight here ‘til ya feel sleepy again, alright?”

Sleepy conversations with Eddie, he keeps his voice hushed and there’s that tired edge to his voice but he really does his best to keep you company! Even if he does end up falling asleep after a while!

Frank Frankly

“Hello, Frank speaking… Oh. You’re awake, too? … Me neither, I couldn’t really keep my eyes closed…”

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“You want to stay on the line? I’ll be reading though…”

“Hm.”

“I guess that’s fine… Just keep it down, alright? I need to finish this chapter.”

Frank would sometimes have trouble sleeping as well, so I think they’d love to have company on the other end of the phone while they’re up to whatever it is they’re doing (even if they act all huffy about it!). This time, it’s you who ends up having sleepy conversation! Their voice is just so soothing on the other end, you can’t help but doze off! Frank stays on call even as you fall asleep, enjoying the silent company on the other end.

Julie Joyful

“Oh, neighbor… You can’t sleep again?? That’s okay. I’m here.”

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“How about we play a game to help pass the time? B But I’m a little tired tonight… I might fall asleep… “

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“That’s okay? Okay! Then let’s play I spy…”

Julie is already used to your late night calls, she’s come up with some games or songs to sing to help pass the time or to get you sleepy! Sometimes she lasts through the night or until you fall asleep and sometimes she falls asleep minutes after the call! But that’s alright, she keeps you company even while asleep!

Howdy Pillar

“I’m sorry… I can’t really… yaaawn… Keep my eyes open… Everything alright…?”

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“Can’t sleep, huh… No worries, I’m… right here for you… snore… snooree.”

The busy shopkeep would be just too tired! But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t at least try! Even if he usually falls asleep mid-sentence, his loud snores coming through the phone is enough to keep you at ease. Don’t worry, you! You’re safe and sound!

Sally Starlet

“Helloo!… What’s that? You can’t sleep??… Here’s a secret! … Me neither!… Haha! Is everything okay? You alright?”

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“Ohhhh… I see… That’s okay, neighbor! Sally’s right here by your side!”

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“What am I doing?… Oh, now that’s a secret I can’t spoil! It’s a surprise! What about you, neighbor? What are you up to??”

Lively evening conversations with Sally to talk to the night away! No such thing as awkward pauses with the energetic star. Then when you can finally feel yourself getting tired and wanting to fall asleep, Sally will bid you goodnight and maybe even sing a nice lullaby for you!

Poppy Partridge

“What are you doing up so late, dear…? You can’t sleep? Oh… I’m sorry to hear that… Sleep is very important you know?”

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“Oh, dear. I’m sorry you feel this way… If you want I can read you some stories to help you fall asleep? Or would you perhaps like to come over and you can sleep here with me…?”

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“Ohh, delightful. The door is always open, dear. I’ll take out some nice warm blankets for us and then before bed you can have some cookies, how about it?”

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“Wonderful… I’ll see you then, neighbor. Goodbye…!”

Such a sweet neighbor! Poppy always knows just what to do to make you feel much better! Every time you’re in her home, you always end up falling asleep! It’s just so cozy! Not to mention the wonderful cuddles that make it just so hard not to fall asleep!

[crowlingpuppeteer]

𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔 𝙼𝚊𝚗♡

Warning: Praise k!nk,stroking,gagging,m!lking,chocking,riding,pet names,teasing

Pairing: sub!Milk man x dom!FemReader

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“W-wait honey slow down!” Francis says on a moan as you bob your head in a quick motion gripping his thighs. You slide your touch around his shaft as he moans and puts his hands on the back of your head gripping your hair in his thick fingers. “Fuuuuuuuck baby~” he says with a smile throwing his head on the couch trying to keep himself from bucking his hips up into your mouth

You let out a small giggle as you bon your head faster you knew it wouldn’t be much longer until he cums into your mouth so you keep bobbing your head deepthroating his long cock letting out small gags

“I’m gonna c-cum shit!” Francis moans out gripping your hair tightly in his fingers before he releases into your moan his warm cum filling your mouth more and more forcing you to swallow before you lick him clean before you get into his lap “good boy~” you whisper in his ear as he lets out pants and hums “wanna go for round two good boy?” You ask in a teasing tone and he nods his head leaning his head back up and looking at you with a smirk.

You slip off your shorts revealing your soft pink panties “you wanna take them off for me?~” you ask in a soft teasing tone rocking your hips back and forth as you stand in front of him “of course I do” he replies wrapping two fingers around the waistband of your panties line and tugging your panties down revealing your sweet pussy to him “lick” you command putting your hand on his head with a smirk

He leans forward as your spread your legs for him and he licks a stripe up your pussy your taste is intoxicating to him “you taste so good~” he whispers holding your hips as you let out a small shaky sigh with a smile as you push him back and take off your shirt climbing into his lap and you roll your hips his hard cock swiping your wet pussy “I wanna hear how much you want my pretty cunt” you whisper in his ear your hand wrapping around his throat choking him

“P-please baby pleasepleaseplease I need it I want to feel your wall’s squeeze around me” he whispers back a blush creeping across his cheeks before you slide his hard cock into your cunt with a loud moan “fuuuuuuck” you whimper out and Francis grips your hips as you start to bounce up and down his thick hard cock thrusting in and out of your gummy walls

“Fuck fuck fuck” you whimper squeezing Francis’s neck as he bucks his hips hitting your g-spot and your hands go from his neck to his shoulders squeezing them tightly as you moan out bouncing up and down on his cock

“Fuck I’m gonna cum ohhh ah” you moan out bouncing up and down faster as Francis squeezes your hips “me too baby..fuck I’m gonna cum too!” He whimpers feeling your gummy walls squeezing his shaft “oh yeah squeeze me like that” he whimpers thrusting his hips up before he cums into you coating your walls with his warm cum

“Hmm good boy” you hum kissing his head before I get off of him and cuddle up next to him smiling as he wraps his arms around you “I love you so much” he speaks softly stroking your hair “I love you too” you speak with a smile thinking about all the thinks you could do with his cum

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Been a few days hi guys💕I hope y’all enjoyed this smut I’m bad at making these but it’s okay bc I’m working on it😭they are a bit short I don’t have the patience to write a long one though if it’s not short I’ll get distracted having ADHD isn’t fun I’m also on a road trip :)

[hyewka]

top 5 beomgyu smuts!

a lot of beomgyu smut ive really enjoyed come from authors who’ve deactivated so it was a struggle getting anything that isnt strictly pwp 😭 nevertheless, here’s some i found deep in my likes section

1. hey emo boy remains my favorite even if its been a while, the set up of opposites attract made the smut 10x more flavorful

2. airport crush it’s really high for me because this is the one fic i’d wait till the ends of earth for a part 2, the jealousy by the end 😪?? the smut was also just so good, especially for the strangers set up lol

3. keepin’ secrets i love a good old brother’s best friend trope, and this serves to quench my thirst just enough

4. warmth cuuute stuff, everything i love in smut—plot and a good pace (also a semi f2l plot). the dry humping always gets me.

5. one way i enjoyed part 2 more but for better experience i recommend reading part one as well. it’s honestly just pure genuine hate fucking and for that i deem it to be a personal fave. a lot of fics are tagged as a hate fuck and it usually …isn’t, so love the pure outrage from both characters (though beomgyu is an unreasonable ass)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Laughingstock Lives in My Head Rent Free because Of You (/pos)

YIPPEE YAHOO <3<3

[powerfultenderness]

Hello there! I just discovered your könig neighbor series, and I was wondering what would happen if könig got hurt? Maybe he came back from a mission with something the reader notices?

As big or as little as you like. I'm obsessed for real. The way you write him is spot on to what's in my head. I'll take whatever scraps you are willing to throw out!

First, thank you so much! And I'm so sorry for taking so long with this one! I usually try to keep the requests/suggestions shorter, but this one got a little out of hand!

There's a tiny bit of angst here. But most of it is like half fluff and half suggestive. So [Mature 18+ rating]

He never imagined himself as one of those men that would rush home to see his partner. And he still wasn’t. He was a man rushing home so he could see his neighbor. After quickly dropping his bag off at home, he found himself knocking on your door and hoping it wasn't too late for you.

Thankfully you were still awake and answered the door only after his second knock. Clearly you had been getting ready for bed, as you didn't look tired but were dressed in a large t-shirt and loose fitting shorts. You smiled up at him as soon as you opened the door, "König! You're back!" 

And you jumped up and hugged him. Not your usual greeting for him, usually it was just a nice smile and a wave, if he was lucky you'd gently graze his arm. But this was the first time since you moved in that he had been gone longer than a week. 

He quickly returned your embrace, wrapping his arms around you and holding you off the floor, enjoying both the feel of your body against his and your happy little squeal. 

You giggled as he set you down, you let your hands gently glide down from his shoulders, until you were simply holding onto his arms. 

König smiled down at you, taking you in like you were the very air he breathed, and so saw the moment your face shifted from happiness to horror. You let out a little scream and jolted out of his hands, “ah! I’m bleeding!” 

“Shit! What happened?” He quickly, but gently, took your arm, smeared in blood, and looked over it with you. 

“I don’t know!” You panicked as you tried to find the source of your bleeding. 

Wait…you didn’t feel any pain. You looked up from your arm to his and gasped. “I’m not bleeding! You are!” 

It was hard to tell, as he was wearing a black long sleeved shirt, but with a closer look, you could see a dark wet patch sticking to his arm. 

He hummed quietly and followed your line of sight to look at his right arm. “Oh. Yea. I did get hurt.” 

“What do you mean, ‘oh yea’? Come here!” You tugged on his uninjured arm and pulled him into your flat.

“It’s not that bad, darling. I’m fine.” Though he protested, he followed you with no resistance. 

“Sit,” you ordered as you pointed to your couch and disappeared into the back room. 

You returned with some clean towels and a first aid kit; not a cutesy supermarket kind, he noticed, but quite the premium kind. You gently set the items down on the coffee table in front of him and headed to the kitchen, running the water until it was warm enough. 

“Why do you have this?” He asked poking through the first aid kit while you were running the water. It was good that you were prepared for emergencies, but he liked to think that you would turn to him in emergencies.

“House warming gift from my sister. The kids like to spend time with me, and one of her kids is a little accident prone.” Never, at least in your care, needed anything more than a band aid, but better safe than sorry. 

Ah. That made sense, he nodded to himself. A first aid kit of this caliber did seem like something a worried and responsible mother would gift.

You filled a bowl with warm water and set it down on the coffee table next to the rest of the supplies. “Now, let me see.” 

His injury was near the back of his right bicep, simply rolling his sleeve up didn’t even reach the wound. You hummed and dropped your hands back onto your lap. "Even I think it would be too dramatic to cut up your shirt." 

You were about to continue, to tell him to change into a shirt with short sleeves when he crossed his arms at his waist and pulled his shirt over his head. 

You should have kept your gaze up. Not only would it have been more polite, you might have caught a glimpse of his face as he pulled his shirt over his head. Hindsight. Instead your eyes immediately dropped his chest, a breath caught in your throat, as you stared at…him. When you first met, he had rolled up his shirt to show you a scar on his side, and that had sent your heart racing. But now? With his shirt completely off? Your eyes, very wide, were glued to his chest, taking in every dip of his muscles, naturally leading your eyes down and down, only disrupted by scars (that you had the sudden urge to touch) and hair that dipped down-

“Darling?” König cleared his throat nervously. “I can do it, if you are, uhm, scared of the blood.” 

You jumped, and breathed, at his voice. Crap! You were caught completely checking him out and a quick and hopefully subtle swipe to the side of your face proved that you had literally been drooling. You, brain still not caught up, scoffed at his words. Instead of taking the polite out he’d given you, you opened your stupid mouth. “Please, I’m not scared of blood.” 

How did you not notice him take one of the towels to sop up the blood on his arm?

“You’re not?” 

The way his hood moved with him, as if it were a part of him, combined with the streaks of faded paint underneath his eyes should have been intimidating. You imagine that on the field, even to his own teammates, that it is. But the way he tilted his head and how you could tell, even with the eye black still on his face, that his eyes were wide was almost…comical. It was cute. And it grounded you, out of the gutter.

“Nope. Now, let me see.” You returned to the task at hand, taking the towel from him and cleaning up the blood. 

“You are full of surprises.” 

“Not really.” You half laughed as you set the bloodied towel on the coffee table. You had meant that you had experience with blood quite often, once a month for a couple of days kind of often. But considering most men got queasy on that topic, you dropped it. “Looks like a little band aid won’t do.” 

Every time you turned away from him, this time it was to get an antibiotic ointment, König had to remind himself to calm down. Your touch was so soft and gentle, he’d been treated for such lacerations more times than he could count, but the medics were never so gentle. Of course, you didn’t have a line of patients waiting on you, but that somehow made your attention all the more special. It was a good thing you could not see his face, he was sure his entire face up to his ears was red. He would look so much less cool, would ruin the lust he saw in your eyes when he took off his shirt, if you could see just how flustered he really was. 

“Am I allowed to ask what happened?” You softly asked as you moved onto applying gauze. 

“Nothing bad.” He leaned forward just enough to get a whiff of your shampoo, or maybe it was your lotion, either way an intoxicating and fitting scent.  “An enemy managed to sneak up on me with a knife.” 

You gasped and looked up at him, eyes wide once again but for an entirely different reason. “You said it was nothing bad!” 

“It wasn’t!” He chuckled, hand moving to pat your knee. “This was all he got before I killed him!” 

His wound completely bandaged now, you froze for a moment before quickly dropping your hands. “O-oh.”

Shit. Was that the wrong thing to say? You didn’t seem to mind the violence when he told you about the scar on his side, was mentioning that he killed someone too much? His stomach dropped, were you scared of him now? You gently removed his hand from your knee and started to quietly clean up. König swore his heart stopped beating for a moment. You were pushing him away. 

“Please see a doctor or medic or whatever you have on base, tomorrow.” 

While your voice was still soft, there was a cold edge to it that made König want to drop to his knees and beg you to forgive him. 

“In the meantime, you should rest.” You finished and took his shirt from his lap and the bloodied towels and stood up.

He followed, at least he meant to, but you quickly turned and pointed back at the couch. “Rest.”

“Darling, please. I don’t need- This is fine. I am fine.” 

You crossed your arms, and narrowed your eyes at him. “König.” You dragged out his name in warning. “Sit down. And rest.” 

He sighed and sat back down, grateful for the soft blanket you had draped over the couch. The air suddenly felt cold without you next to him. 

You put away the first aid kit and dumped the bloodied towels and his shirt in the wash, luckily noticing that you also had blood on your shirt, probably from when you hugged him. You glanced over at him and he was staring straight ahead, not moving, and quickly ducked into your room. You changed your shirt, and made sure you didn’t have any more blood on you (you didn’t), before adding your shirt to the wash and returning to the living room.

He looked so massive seated like that on your couch. He was slouched a little, legs spread, right knee bouncing nervously, and his arms crossed over his chest. Oh. Maybe you should send him home now, he was half naked in your home now, after all. 

König looked up when you came back and froze, heat instantly returning to his face and chest and ears and. He swallowed thickly and forced his eyes up. You had changed from a large t-shirt to a fitted, low cut, tank top. You were looking at him with a raised brow. Shit. Had you asked him something and he missed it because he was too busy staring at your chest? 

“Are you sure you’re okay? See, this is why I told you to rest.” 

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” He repeated, standing up and taking a few steps, standing close enough to you that you had to crane your head back just to keep eye contact.

“Where are you going?” You shouldn’t be trying to stop him from leaving, but, heart racing and blush heating your face and all, you still wanted to spend time with him.

“Oh, you know.” How could you hear his grin under that mask? “Just to work out.” 

“Don’t even joke about that.” He shrugged. “Lift some weights.”

“König.” 

“Maybe some pull ups.” 

“Just sit back down.” 

He sighed and did as you said. “I told you-”

“If you don’t rest, I’ll make you rest!” In essence, you already were! He was sitting back on the couch!

He chuckled, “oh yea? How?” 

“I’ll! I’ll, uhm…” 

“You’ll what?” Now he was laughing. It was cute how you thought you could make him do anything! (even though you just did…)

Frustrated that you could think of nothing to make him listen, you shouted a last resort: “I’ll sit on you!”

König stopped laughing and blinked at you. “...what?” 

You crossed your arms. “You heard me.” 

The silence that followed dragged on for a second too long, you shifted your weight nervously, and König suddenly started laughing again, loud and gasping for breath, as if what you said was the funniest thing ever. “You’ll sit on me! Is this a dream?”

Even if you had understood the German, it would have been difficult to make out what he was saying between all the laughing. You glared at him, misinterpreting his words as a challenge. “Don’t think I won’t do it!”

His head dropped to the back of the couch and he slapped his thigh, “do it, love!” He sat back up, chuckles still falling from his mouth, “go on. Sit on me!” 

You tried to keep glaring at him while your mind struggled to translate unknown words into English. You were pretty sure he was just repeating what you said, like he didn’t believe you. Well, he was wrong!

He finally stopped laughing and sighed, you were always so willing in his dreams. “Not a dream, yea? I thought so.” 

He tensed, like he was going to stand back up, and you moved quicker than he thought you could, not that he was going to stop you. Just like you “threatened”, you sat on him! Your hands were on his shoulders and you were straddling his lap. He froze for a moment, his mind trying to catch up with his racing heart, and looked up at you.

“Rest.” 

He swallowed and nodded. “Ok.” His hands moved from his sides to run up your thighs, his thumbs playing at the hemline of your shorts before you snatched up his hands.

“Hey!” You dropped his hands, letting them fall back onto the cushions, and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Only good boys get to touch.”

König’s head flew back and he groaned, hips unintentionally thrusting up. He was panting, as if he’d been holding his breath for far too long, and looked up at you. “I can be good!” 

You half gasped and half giggled at his reaction, your blood practically sending fire to your face as your heart raced in a mix of excitement and nervousness. You thought he’d laugh at you again, instead he shifted beneath you, and looked up at you with big desperate eyes. 

 “Please.” König pleaded, hands digging into the cushions. If he needed to be good, then he couldn’t touch you again without permission. But it was so hard! You were so close to him, your weight on his lap giving such nice pressure, if only you would scoot a little closer! His eyes rolled back and his head dropped onto the couch again, as he imagined, prayed for, you rolling your hips, grinding onto his growing bulge. 

You were still though, no longer even touching him as you crossed your arms. “Hmm. Are you sure? No working out?” 

He looked at you again and shook his head vigorously. “No. No, I won’t!”

“Noo, lifting weights?” 

“No!” 

“No pull ups?” “No! I’ll be good, I promise!” 

You giggled, heart still racing at how quickly he got riled up. 

He whined and shifted under you again, not in an attempt to get you to touch him, but just to alleviate his need for space.

“Then,” you uncrossed your arms and gently took his chin in one hand, forcing him to look at you again. “What are you going to do, König?” 

He swallowed again, lips darting out of his mouth to lick his lips. Your soft, gentle, sweet little touch that he could barely feel through his hood might as well have been an iron grip, for all that he was willing to give you control of his body. He blinked, eyes searching yours for the answer you wanted to hear. “Ah, rest.” 

You smiled and dropped your hand, though he remained still. “And?” 

König’s heart dropped, his stomach alight with butterflies, and licked his lips again. “Touch you?” 

You laughed, and he laughed with you for a moment, before you shook your head. “Noo. What are you going to do tomorrow?”

“Oh! Medic!” 

“That’s right!” You cheered and much to his disappointment, climbed off of him.

He panted for breath and tried to follow you without standing up (not until you gave him permission to), and leaned forward. You chuckled and held your hand out to him, “come on.” 

He jumped up, reaching out not for your hand, but for your waist. But your hand on his chest stopped him, “you can tell me what the medic says tomorrow.” 

He once again found himself frozen and unable to think clearly. “...what?” 

You started to guide him towards the door, “oh and I’ll drop off your shirt tomorrow too.” 

“What?” 

You opened the door and nudged him through it. “Welcome home, König. Good night.” 

König stared at your closed door for half a minute before he leaned against it, his hand flying to the doorknob and finding it securely locked. Good. But…he sighed, “good night, angel.” 

[More Neighbor König]

Tagging: @warrior-of-justice

[mytardisisparked]

Wrap My Name Across Your Mouth

Scully walks in on Mulder making breakfast in his underwear.

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Scully can’t help but grin as she watches him at the stove, scrambling eggs. The radio on the counter is quietly playing Fleetwood Mac and he’s singing along and bobbing to the beat as he works.

He’s in his underwear, socks, and a loose, short-sleeved button-up. It’s unbuttoned, which she appreciates. 

She pulls one of his grey T-shirts over her head and runs a hand through her tangled hair, enjoying the way the morning light makes his skin glow golden. He hasn’t noticed her there yet and she quietly debates what to do about that.

In less than a second she’s behind him, pinching his rear playfully through his underwear.

He jumps with a little squeak that sends her into a fit of laughter. 

“Scully! You little-” but before he can finish that sentence, he’s laughing, too, and reaching to pinch her back. She scoots around the table, still laughing.

He chases her for a second, before she gives in and lets him catch her in his arms to press a few kisses to her cheeks. 

They stand there for a moment, smiling and breathing hard. 

“Good morning, Scully.” He grins harder, looking almost boyish with his touseled hair and colored cheeks.

“Good morning, Mulder.” She presses a kiss to his lips, hoping she looks even half as appealing as he does, fresh from sleep. “Thank you for starting breakfast, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know. I wanted to.” He releases her, going back to the stove. “The eggs will be done in a minute, assuming someone doesn’t distract me again.” He throws a smile over his shoulder and puts a hand protectively over his ass. “I’m keeping the pancakes warm in the oven, here.” He flips the eggs and points at the fridge with his spatula. “Do you want fruit? I got a variety in the fridge.”

Scully wets her lips and shakes her head fondly. “Is this a normal breakfast at Casa del Mulder? Or are you doing something special for me?”

It’s not the first time she’s stayed over, but it’s the first time they’ve really planned to stay over, especially for a whole weekend. Scully packed a bag and everything before driving to Alexandria the night before. They have plans to go to the park today for a walk and maybe some reading. Tonight they’ll probably play games and watch some silly movie Mulder has picked out that Scully will secretly love. Maybe they’ll order takeout and dessert. Maybe they’ll pick up something to cook together. 

Mulder chuckles with a note of sheepishness. “My breakfasts are usually either from the freezer or nonexistent, unless I pick something up for the both of us on the way to work.” He turns to look at her with a softer smile. “So yes, I am doing something special. For you.”

She swallows and moves across the kitchen, wrapping her arms around him under the flaps of his shirt as she pulls him into another kiss. It’s a longer one this time, and she can taste his toothpaste. 

“Thank you.” She says again. 

He responds only by pressing a kiss to her forehead, warming her from head to toe. 

And, for the first time since she was a child, Scully thinks she might know what home feels like.

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

When they all finally move, and other people begin introducing themselves, Oswald honestly wonders what they see.

Because nobody seems to be commenting about a giant animatronic bunny—but he can’t be pretending to be his human dad still, Oswald figures.

And while Oswald still wants to tell more people about this whole thing, he’s just finally glad his human parents understand and see.

[puppetmaster13u]

Blame the Sims for this but-

Poly Bruce/Clark/Lois scenario with Vampire batfamily, save for Tim whose a werewolf, and of course Alien superfamily. Lois is also completely human. Probably. No one knows for sure.

Bonus Danny Phantom crossover of them getting together via them trying to adopt ghost child and ending up coparenting instead.

[kisuminight]

You know, as meditative as spinning is, I think the most satisfying part of the process is holding the wound skein in your hands and getting to thwack it.

[tj-crochets]

I have new neighbors and today they were out in their yard (the youngest kid saw a cool bug) and their little dog was offleash so I got to meet neighbor dog! Neighbor dog is my new favorite

[mystycalypso]

Can i just say how much i freaking love the work you two are doing, Holly hell this is some wild stuff as veteran of hello neighbor you two are making me proud of this small community that is running on tumblr!

Also i hope you two don't mind me asking two questions.

Firstly, If one of you two had the control over welcome to ravenBrooks show what will be some things you two will change.

Secondly, What are you're thoughts on the artstyle of the show considering that Man of Action is working on the show?

Okay to start, I know I say it every time we get asks like this but y'all are genuinely so sweet and nice and it's just really really cool to see people enjoy our stuff. Like- especially fellow old fans of the franchise. I know Kaydin also really appreciates how sweet you guys are but just idk it feels like my fandom dreams come true when people like things like our au and art for this series

As for your questions...

Personally, to start, and this is Jack being slightly particularly- idk nitpicky? But there are three things I'd want to just- fix immediately and all three of them are Nicky related.

Number one, his shirt. I'm sorry guys but I've been here since the alphas and I didn't even realize this was his Sharkotron T-shirt. It's- It's just an egg

Number two, I realized after intense studying of Nicky's- face that it looks really weird when he's front facing, but his nose is facing right. So scenes like this suddenly seem- off model for no reason? I've poorly edited the image below to fix both of these

Yes I am too lazy to edit them properly, sadly. Did make his shirt logo still one colour for ease of animation. Idk why but left facing nose Nicky just looks less weird. Just me and kaydin? Maybe.

Number three- uh... that hairline is atrocious /lh

I know he wears his goggles in the show like constantly but also- this is a 13 year old boy guys. I was 13 once and I have a very flat (minus a widows peak) hairline, but it did not stop my hair from falling all over my face, and I think it's fair to assume the same for the kid who's hair refuses to behave anyway

Just fluff him up a lil (again I'm sorry these aren't better edits lol)

You don't even have to have it show when his goggles are up because like a headband or headphones it pushes hair back, or otherwise

Although ironically while I'm explaining what I would change in the designs, I don't mind the art style at all, actually I kind of love it. Sure some things you kinda of have to get used to, like their ears being pretty low to the head, but in general I think it really fits the franchise. I know it didn't look too drastically different from the pilot, but there's so many little nuances in the designs that just make it better (especially when you look at characters like Trinity)

I've told Kaydin a dozen and a half times how I think show Nicky is the franchise's second best design for him. The first being this singular piece of art from Nicky's Diaries, like I have gone on for hours about why this rendering of him is just perfect.

Third being fan renders, followed by the book artstyle, the pilot and finally games

And while other designs I wasn't sure about when watching through the show the first time, really just lore hunting instead of caring about anyone who wasn't Trinity or Nicky ngl, when I started doing my expression analysis I realized just how nice the designs and individuality of the characters are. If you put Nicky's expressions oh Enzo or Ivan's on Trinity it wouldn't fit and that's something I don't think people would expect from a Hello Neighbor cartoon.

They also have things I can just appreciate as someone who's special interest is animation (but doesn't have the patience to animate TvT gotta love audhd) for example, just having shading even in shots where they could completely go without it. It makes it less drastic and a smoother transition when lighting gets intense. They're also now afraid to switch up camera angles and push the rigs for a more intense shot.

Also something I really appreciate

Smear frames!

God I love smear frames!!! It's another one of those things that It's like- knowing how much this cost Tinybuild, they could've easily cut it down to save money. But it just wouldn't have been as nice without it.

Sure there are probably people who look at the fact that Man of Action is working on the show and are disappointed by the art style. But I say this entirely genuinely when I say I couldn't picture this show looking any other way and working as it does.

Yeah, they could've used more realistic proportions for these kids, but it works so much better when it's pushed like this when Mr. Peterson is nearly double their height. He's visibly a hulking intimidating man who could lift a middle schooler and lock them away. You fear his build which contrasts his outfit best (really feels like they took the book description of him and just pushed it, as we know he doesn't have this same stature in the games)

Plus it feels like in general, they stopped focusing on that dumb "Oh we need to hide things in every frame" which- thank God. Sure they are still hiding little details, hell I have changed a whole chunk of theory about Theodore's relationship with his son because of something I found on accident

This photo of (seemingly) 12 year old Aaron Peterson.

I'm not gonna go into it here lol because this is already long and it's supposed to be about the animation.

Are they still building mysteries and people are still crafting theories? Absolutely! Not a day goes by that I haven't been thinking about whether or not Aaron will ever be seen in the series in the present day and if he is, what he will be like mentally.

But the point is, they're focusing on crafting something GOOD over just theory fodder. Both animation and story-wise, and I can appreciate that so much.

Like- this is gonna be a really hot Jack take here so be aware.

I enjoy this franchise and it's spinoffs much more than the FNAF franchise.

Sure, Hello Neighbor one is and will always be awful. But I am 100x more likely to play Hello Neighbor 2 or Secret Neighbor than I am to play any fnaf game myself.

When I make fnaf content it is almost entirely AU based. Because the idea of getting lore super wrong since I just can't be bothered to try and figure that convoluted mess out is annoying. Why even try to solve lore if I need to read more than 10 books for a minor detail that becomes a major antagonist? We can't even get a full confirmed backstory for the main antagonist!

But with Hello Neighbor they realized that people don't want to be jumping through 50 hoops for lore. Yes we want mystery, but one we can solve without dumb contrivances and plot holes.

Do I still love FNAF? Of course. My senior quote is from William Afton ffs ("You may not recognize me at first, but I can assure you, it's still me") but one of these franchises is growing to better itself and gain more love, while the other is slowly becoming more of something I enjoy without trying to understand, and I think the Hello Neighbor animated series is- the pinnacle of this difference.

I love Welcome to Ravenbrooks. I love Hello Neighbor. I can’t wait to see what comes next from TinyBuild, and how season two will be even better than season one. (As proven by the fact that Nicky gets to yell louder in that one teaser clip alone than anyone got to in season one lol)

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

Rock on: Xinyan x best friend reader.

Age: 15 Reader is childhood friends with Xinyan after her family moved from Qingce village to Liyue Harbor when she was a year old. She lives next door to Xinyan and they immediately become best friends after their parents became friends then 14 years later they start a duo band together.

Flashback no one’s POV:

2 year old Xinyan is happily playing dolls with 4 year old Yun Jin while there parents had tea on the porch and everyone in Liyue Harbor was doing their own thing when a wagon stopped in front of a house that was on sale “Oh looks like we have new neighbors.” Xinyan’s father said as a man with black hair and brown eyes got off the wagon while helping down a woman with pastel purple hair and purple, pink and blue mixed eyes with star shaped pupils, she had a sleeping baby on her back wrapped in a white cloth with a tuff of black fading to pastel purple hair in a tiny tail.

The couple began unloading the wagon but some stuff was falling “Let’s help them.” Xinyan’s father said getting up with Yun Jin’s father while their wives went to the woman to greet them “Hello, welcome to Liyue Harbor! We’re your neighbors.” Xinyan’s father said bowing “Thank you, I’m Yao! This is my wife Meiling and our 1 year old daughter Y/N.” he said happily gesturing to the woman with the baby still on her back now awake revealing that she has both parents eye colors one was brown like her father’s eyes but it was mixed with amber and red while the other was like her mothers eyes, both with the star shaped pupils.

While the adults are unloading the furniture your mother sat you down in your playpen with two more girls a bit older then you “Hi I’m Xinyan.” the little girl with sun kissed skin, sunset colored eyes and her black hair with yellow highlights pulled into high pigtails held by red ribbons.

The other girl with red eyes, pale skin and black hair with purple highlighted hair in twin braids held by red clover knots introduced herself next “And I’m Yun Jin.” She said “I’m Y/N.” You said happily “Let’s play.” Xinyan said taking out a wooden doll while you and Yun Jin did the same.

At 5:00 the adults finished unpacking while you and the two older girls continued playing but you all started getting sleepy “Would any of you like some tea?” Your mother asked “Yes please.” Yun Jin’s father said “Yes! Tea would be nice.” Xinyan’s father said as your mother went to the new kitchen to put tea on the kettle “Ohh looks like the girls feel asleep.” Xinyan’s mother said smiling as she sees you, Xinyan and Yun Jin asleep in the playpen with your dolls next to you three while the adults awed at the sight “Looks like Y/N is making friends already.” Your father said smiling while helping your mother bring out snacks.

End of flashback 14 years later during the lantern right:

You stand by Xinyan on the stage as both of you played your guitars while Hu Tao raps.

You smiled as you see your other friends such as Xiangling, Xingqui, Chong Yun, yun Jin, the traveler and the girl from Fontain Charlotte whom you’ve became fast friends with after she interviewed you and Xinyan on your band and how you two started it.

After the concert:

You are happily sitting down next to Xinyan eating rice buns that you made yourself that you call Rolling Riff buns, they look like the rice buns but you added bits of meat, shrimp, crab meat and Junyun chili peppers into it with chopped vegetables in the shape of lightning bolts “These are rocking Y/N.” Xinyan said happily munching on one of the electric purple buns “Thank you, I added meat, shrimp and crab into the buns.” You said happily eating your specialty dish “Hey they’re about to light up the fireworks, let’s go.” The older girl said grabbing your hand as both of you still had a bun in hand.

You and Xinyan both stand by each others sides as you wait for the fireworks to start and you began to remember your first lantern right together when you two were little “This reminds me of our first Lantern right.” The older girl said making you smile as you popped another bun in your mouth “Yes, only with more friends.” You said happily glancing at your other friends who were all gathering to watch the fireworks “Let’s go over.” Xinyan said once again grabbing your hand.

You, Xinyan and the others are all happily watching the fireworks as they decorated the night sky with the lanterns, jade chamber, the frost nail over dragon spine, the blue glow of the Narukami shrine in the distance of Narukami Island (apparently the shrine glows blue after you complete the Sakura cleansing ritual quest) and the stars making the night look beautiful “Hey Y/N one last concert for tonight but acoustic this time?” Xinyan asked making you smile “Let’s do it.” You said grabbing your guitar with Xinyan doing the same and both of you played a soft melody while memories of you two as kid’s playing imaginary instruments to playing actual instruments then performing your first concert together.

Later:

You and Xinyan walked home together after having fun on the last night of the lantern right “See ya in the morning Y/N.” She said hugging you as you hugged back “See ya Xinyan.” You said as you both broke the hug and went to your own houses, walking into the living room after taking off your shoes you greeted your parents “how was the concert?” your mother asked making tea while your father took out the Sakura Mochi he got on his business trip to Inazuma after the vision hunt decree lifted “It was great and I made a new friend named Charlotte! She’s from Fontain.” You said sharing with your parents what happened today “That’s great dear.” Your father said bringing the Mochi to the table as you helped carry cups and plates to the table while your mother brought over the kettle.

After nighttime tea with Sakura Mochi you bathed and went to bed looking forward to what tomorrow brings.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

Aight I can’t decide what I’m in the mood to write, so

[autobot2001]

Horseback Riding

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Pairing: Drift X Jamie Description: Vivian's neighbor invites everyone to ride horses. I think I just added to my fanfiction universe.

Day 16; @fluffyfebruary: spontaneous @fluffbruary: neighbour | desire | horse

“…. you’re welcome to come ride my horses,” Drift hears a mech talking to Vivian. How strange. Drift thinks, but Vivian appears to be calm. He doesn’t think he needs to see the mech as a threat to his friends. “That sounds good. Are you aware there are eight people in my house right now? Friends are staying over as they often do.” “Not a problem, ma’am. Let me know when you’re coming.” As Vivian closes the door, the man turns and heads downstairs. “Spontaneous, but it’ll be fun,” Vivian smiles.

Sunstreaker had to be convinced to join the others for horseback riding. The others are interested. Crosshairs and Drift worry that Jamie is just saying she wants to go out of fear of being forced to go. Even with the lack of cues that she doesn’t want to go. While concerned about whether Jamie chooses to go, Drift desires to ride with her without the others.

The neighbor’s home is five miles away. It’s a quick two-minute drive.

The man watches four cars pull into his driveway. The Autobots and Jamie learn Vivian’s neighbor is Lucas Harris. While the Autobots refer to each other holoform using their Cybertron names, they know each other’s chosen Earth names. They have slight concerns about making mistakes. They don’t want Lucas to know who they really are yet. “… there are six trails,” Lucas explains, “the property is fenced in, so you don’t have to worry about staying off the property.” Lucas gives everyone a map of the property and trails. The Autobots and Jamie are worried, seeing Lucas has a business. Concerned, he just bought the property to start his business. Even with the five miles of forest separating the two properties and the unlikelihood that anyone would walk the trails the Autobots made in the woods. “I don’t think this is a security risk,” Vivian assures them, “we have security around the property, though, so we’re prepared.” “We’re not hiding, and I doubt this guy is working for the cons,” Drift argues. The conversation is dropped.

Lucas matches everyone with a horse and teaches how to prepare the horse for riding. Jamie and Vivian watch the Autobots struggle. Hoping Sunstreaker doesn’t get angry. Next is a quick lesson on riding a horse, Lucas thought. With five people to teach the basics of riding a horse, the lesson takes an hour. Everyone is ready to go on the trails near sunset. Drift desires to watch the sunset with Jamie. Seeing there’s a field on the property like on Vivian’s.

Drift pays close attention to the trails, hoping he doesn’t miss the trail he and Jamie have to go down to get to the field. Crosshairs smiles, having a good idea of what Drift is up to. He’s happy Drift has been doing better the past few days. His concern is the longevity of the good mood.

Drift signals Jamie to turn left when they reach the path. As Drift directs his horse to turn left, he’s certain he sees Crosshairs looking back and smiling. Jamie follows Drift to the open field.

There’s a place to tie the horses and keep them from running off. The two make it time to sit on the grass and watch the sunset. “I could do this every day,” Drift smiles, and he hugs Jamie on his lap.

“Where’d they go?” Sideswipe asks. “I don’t know,” Crosshairs tells him, “they have a map. They’ll be back.” Lucas isn’t worried about two missing riders and horses, despite having just met everyone. He shows everyone what they should do when they’re done riding their horse.

Drift and Jamie return to the barn as the last minutes of light pass. The others had already gone home. Lucas is in the barn, feeding the horses. The two lead their horses into the barn. Jamie already told Drift what they have to do. Lucas watches as they tend to the horses and locate the stables. “Looks like it’s dinnertime,” Drift comments as he leads the horse into the stable. The horse makes a sound as if responding, “I wonder if he’s complaining?” With the two horses taken care of, Drift apologizes to Lucas, who tells him he’s not mad. “It’s impossible to steal a horse here,” he jokes, “you’re all welcome to ride the horses again. It would be wise to call first if you wish to ride during business hours. I’d like to ensure everyone rides the same horse when they come.” Drift and Jamie thank Lucas and head toward Drift’s alt mode.

“That was fun,” Drift smiles as he drives home. “Yes,” Jamie smiles.

They make it home for dinner. “Look who finally came home,” Sideswipe teases. “Really?” Sunstreaker scolds, “leave them alone.” The friends talk about going back to Lucas’ home and riding horses. To Vivian, this is another opportunity for the Autobots to learn to trust humans. She’s unsure if they struggle to trust new recruits at the N.E.S.T. base, but they are concerned about Lucas.

“So?” Crosshairs asks later that night when Jamie is asleep. “She had fun. I don’t think she felt forced.” “Why do I feel like there’s a but?” “I worry how long until my good mood is ruined? Jamie has been doing a little better.” Crosshairs doesn’t know what to say while worried about his friends. He hugs Drift. The two think they should talk, but it’s the same conversation every time that doesn’t help them. They are happy with the good day. They go to bed.

[powerfultenderness]

hey I reread some neighbor könig because it's so so so good and I finally had an idea!! no worries if it's not your jam or if you have other writing to do or you're not feeling the writing spirit or literally anything else, I'll be just fine!! anyways anyways the idea is that reader comes home late one night wasted and könig takes care of her. and perhaps if you're so inclined she keeps asking him for saucy stuff and I mean he's not a creeper so of course he's not gonna do that stuff while she's drunk!! but he sure does want to. again again I love anything you write and I will drink any scraps of könig/any others up!! may the gods of writer's spirit bless you🙏🙏🙏

Yes! Gentleman König is an hc no one can take from me! This turned out a little softer than I intended, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

(Rated Mature 18+ for some suggestive conversation and drinking)

König’s body jolted, the sound of his phone waking him from the pleasant haze of dreams, and slapped a heavy hand around his nightstand. 

“This better be good,” he growled into the phone, not having even bothered to check who called.  

“Kö” hiccup, “nig?” 

He shot up, already jumping out of bed and rushing around the room to pull on a pair of shorts and a shirt. “What’s wrong? Where are you?”

He had run into you earlier in the night, dressed so prettily and smiling as you told him you were going out with friends. He knew he should have followed you. But he took one look at you in that revealing dress and all common sense left his brain.  

His stomach sank, nervous adrenaline rushing through his veins, as you sobbed out a weak, “help.” 

He quickly stuffed his feet in his shoes as hastily threw his hood on as he spoke to you and rushed out of his flat. “Where are you?” He could get the details later, find out who he had to kill later, after he made sure you were-

He froze, only for half a second, as he found you slumped on the floor outside of your door. He hung up and slid his phone in his pocket as he rushed over to you with a shout of your name.

You looked up at him, eyes big and wet with unshed tears and slurred out his name. “König!” 

The stench of alcohol washed over him like a wave as he knelt down next to you. “What happened? Are you ok?” He asked as he held your shoulders and dragged his eyes down your body to make sure you weren’t hurt. 

“My key stopped working!” You cried out, throwing your hand behind you at the door and hitting it a little too hard. “Ow!” 

He winced and took your hand in his, gently rubbing where you hurt yourself.

“I swear I paid my bills!” You cried again and threw your head back, he was quick enough to cradle your head before it hit the door. 

“Ok, darling. Let’s get you up.” 

You groaned and flopped your head to the side, leaning even more on the door. So he picked you up and set you on your feet, a little blush warming his face when you giggled out a surprised “so strong!” and then leaned against him, nuzzling your face against his chest.

With one hand planted in the middle of your back so you didn’t fall over, he checked the key hanging from the door. Sure enough it was stuck. It gave a bit of resistance but he managed to pull it out and chuckled when he saw it. 

“This is your mailbox key.” 

“Huh?”

He unlocked the door with the proper key and gave you a gentle nudge, trying to get you to walk inside. You groaned again and slumped even further against him.

“König,” you mumbled into his shirt, “can you carry me? Like a princess?” 

“Alright. Come on, princess.” He picked you up with an amused huff, being careful not to hit your feet on the doorjamb as he walked through. 

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and giggled when he picked you up. You attempted to repeat the cognate, and drunkenly failed (far too many ‘s’), but he nodded and closed the door with his foot. 

“That’s,” you mumbled as he gently set you down on the couch. “I’m. I’m your princess, right, König?” 

The alcohol once again had you miserably mispronouncing the word. It still had him chuckling and blushing beneath his mask, though. He nodded as he kneeled down in front of you. “Yes. You are my princess.” 

Gently he took one of your ankles in hand, another smile tugging at his lips as you started to laugh again, he was unsure if you were laughing at his words or because his gentle touch had tickled you. His own ankles protested as he looked at the strappy heels you were wearing. Sexy, certainly, but it’s no wonder you ended up on the floor. He removed your shoes and set them to the side of the couch. “Stay here, you need to drink some water.”

You were half laying down when he came back with a glass of water. He set the glass down and maneuvered you so you were sitting up again. 

“Drink.” He held the glass up to your lips, glad that you didn’t try to find him. “How did this happen?” He asked once you swallowed a few sips.

You shrugged. “Got ditched.” 

He stiffened next to you, a growl stuck in his throat as he bit his tongue to stop himself from saying anything bad about your so called friends. 

You sighed and dropped your head back on the couch. “My friend met a guy. I hope he actually eats pussy, for her.” 

König’s head snapped to you, “what?”

You let out a lethargic laugh and turned your head, still leaning against the back of the couch, and raised your hands in frustration. “They’re so hard to find! Adrian is the only guy I’ve ever met that actually likes doing it!” You whined and slapped your hands over your face. “Why did I break up with him?”

He coughed, tried to sputter out something that honestly neither of you understood, and you mistook it for a laugh.

“It’s not funny! I’m never gonna find a guy to eat me out again.” 

You finally dropped your hands from your face and looked at him. “Oh! Shit! I’m sorry!” It was only now that you realized how uncomfortable your comments had made him. His knee was bouncing up and down nervously and his hands had an iron grip on his shorts. “I didn’t mean to- It’s okay if you don’t like to eat pussy, König!”

“What!” 

“You don’t have to do it! I’m sure you-”

“But I want to!” 

You paused your ramble and narrowed your eyes at him, he was refusing to look at you. “You want to…”

He nodded and still refused to look at you as he answered, “yes.” 

You gasped and straightened up, one of your hands landing on his thigh. “König-”

He cut off your next question by gently slapping a hand over your mouth, his eyes finally meeting yours again. “Don’t ask me that. Please, ask me when you’re sober.” 

You stared into his eyes, wide and dilated, and slowly raised a hand to tap his hand over your mouth. Slowly he dropped his hand and once again looked away from you.

“I was gonna ask,” he stiffened where he sat, “if you could stay and cuddle with me.”

“What?”

This time, you were the one shyly looking away from him. “I like when we cuddle. You make me feel safe.” 

“Oh.” König’s heart thumped in his chest. You were completely wasted, and still everything you said only made him like you even more. He nodded and stood up. You giggled as he gently scooped you up in his arms again and carried you to your room. 

“Yes. I will keep you safe, princess.” 

[Neighbor König Masterlist]

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[pixiealamode]

Hiiiiiii, I wrote the fluffiest little Supernatural AU fanfic! Please gimmie a read if you need a break from reality. It's even completed!

Dean and Emma Winchester are starting to get bored with the daily slog. Maybe the new neighbors below them can make life interesting? Or maybe Dean messes things up before they even start.