#he still manages to be cute pie in this situation

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD talks about his manhood in "The Amazing Spider-Man 2".

This interview gets a little chaotic. "There is something to encourage the manhood", "one mound of items"... LMAO help 🫢

By the way, nice cardigan.

(from YT)

[bunnys-kisses]

fox!phillip graves

cw: pwp/smut, hybrid!au, fox!graves, bunny!reader, breeding, pregnancy, innocent!reader, possessive behaviour

bunny says: *big shrug*

graves had a thing about taking in strays. the little bunny who came into his nice home. he was a well to do fox, and he couldn't stand the sight of you there near the edge of his property in so little. you were going to catch a cold!

but don't worry, the fox hybrid would take care of you. he bathed you, dressed you, fed you. he was just smitten by you. he even let you snuggle up with him when he watched the football game on the big television he had.

"do you like that?" he asked as he stroked your ears, "do you know what game this is, little one?" he pushed the hair out of your eyes.

you nodded, "i..i think i do."

he chuckled and got behind those long ears, "aw, well. let me explain the rules to you." he then reached over and pulled the throw blanket further over top of you. you were so frail, something this small and weak should be protected. and graves loved saving the day.

when you saw a streak of orange around the large house he owned, you'd chase after it. usually it was graves' tail. you were just so innocent. over the next few days he'd ask questions about your life before he met you.

you were a virgin, you had no bunnies hidden somewhere, yes the tail was sensitive, and you loved stews. it was honestly endearing. he promised he'd make you all the stews you wanted.

you were often cuddled up beside him. he wasn't a wildling like you, he was a proper man. he told you he led a group of strong men. and you looked up at him with those darling eyes of yours.

"but i thought you were the strongest man."

he chuckled and kissed the top of your head. he rubbed your face, and made you look at him, "i am darlin'."

it wasn't hard to get him to sink his heavy cock into your sweet bunny cunt. he sat on the edge of the bed, naked and his cock at full attention. he watched you strip from the clothes he bought for you. you were still getting used to the cute dressed and delicate fabrics.

there was a lot he had to teach you about the finer things in life. he was aroused at the sight of you. his little bunny. who was sweeter than apple pie and softer than marshmallows. he wondered how you managed to survive this long.

"my little bunny." he purred as he took you by the hips and got you seated on his cock. he'd make sure that his cock was situated firmly against your cervix.

"feels big." you whimpered.

"yeah, yeah. always hurts the first time, but i promise you'll feel good soon." he held onto your softer hips. no longer were you skin and bone. making sure you were fed.

you held onto his shoulders as he started to help you get comfortable with the pace he liked. his tail moved on the bed behind him as he watched you begin to move on your own.

"like a pro, huh? you sure you've never been with a man before."

you shook your head, "no. only you."

well wasn't he special. he hoped you'd get used to this position with time. as it was one of the more comfortable ways to have sex when pregnant with kits. his hands trailed up and down your sides. you'd be making a good mama for his babies.

the pleasure began to curl up in your gut as you continued to ride him. he was right, it was feeling better!

"such a cute little bunny." he purred. he looked perfect from those blue eyes to those perfect teeth. with just a bit of his fangs poking out. bunnies and foxes rarely get along, so it was quite the sight to see two fucking.

your heartbeat was in your throat as you continued to feel his cock nudge up into the deepest parts of you. you ran your nails across his shoulders as you arched your back.

"please, phillip." you whimpered.

He palmed your ass and grabbed it, "good girl." his voice was low, "see you know where you are in the food chain." he chuckled softly, his voice was tinged with venom, "bunnies need to keep their cunts full. reason why you breed so fast. but i think you're more suited to live a comfortable life with me. be full of fox seed." he flashed his white teeth at you.

you covered your face your hands, a little embarrassed by your words. but he took them away from you. he looked into your eyes he held onto your hands in his larger hands. he bucked his hips with a rapid movement.

"don't hide yourself from me. i want to see my mate. don't make me tie you up."

"no, phillip." you whimpered. he placed your hands back on his shoulders and continued to thrust up into you. he controlled the pace, he was a man who had to be in control or else.

he watched your breasts bounce with each thrusts of your hips. you bounced on him like it was a game, but he knew that from the look on your face you were feeling very good.

"pretty bunny." he purred, "i love the sight of your little body fucking yourself onto my cock. i have so much to teach you." he chuckled darkly, "make sure you know how to please your mate. but you're a good learner aren't you?" he took you by the face to look at him square in the eyes.

you nodded, "yes, phillip. i'm a good bunny." you looked so cute, how you stuck out your bottom lip. your head felt hazy as you continued to move against him. your bedroom felt hot as did the pit in your stomach.

"gonna breed your little bunny cunt so nicely." he purred, "that's what you were made for right? for me? that's why nothing else tried to touch you in the forest. no one tainted you for me." his voice was harsh as he felt the rush of pleasure in his body.

you two continued to hump together, the two of you fucked like the animals you were. mating like beasts. he couldn't wait until you were all plush with his kits. he knew you'd be such a good mother to them.

he grabbed at your ass and thrusted up into you even harder. he leaned up and made out with you sloppily. you moaned into the kiss as you both climaxed at the same time.

he slumped a little from the rush to his head. he pressed his face up against your chest as he tried to catch his breath. you held onto him as you started to come down. well, you've never felt something like that before.

when he came to his senses, he looked up at you once more. he smiled, "get on the bed. i ain't done with you. not until it takes." there was a predatory nature in his eyes as you scrambled to get under him once more.

a few sloppy kisses on the lips and he sank his hard cock into you. you kicked out your legs for a moment from the feeling of his heavy cock in you. but then mellowed out, accepting that your bunny cunt was going to be used tonight.

-

you puffed out your cheeks and rubbed your lower back. one kit shifted which awoke the other. it wasn't easy being a bunny taking care of two kits.

graves loved the sight of it though. anything you needed, he got for you. he made sure his bunny mate was taken care of! nothing less than the best for you. you were still quite clingy as you waddled through your large home to find your mate.

you were clay between graves' fingers. he was going to make you into the ideal den mother. and he'd be the proud father of all your children. don't worry there was enough room in the house to make sure that your little babies were all safe and sound.

you found him in his office, what he noticed first was the belly as he entered his field of vision. he reached for it and then your hips to put you down onto his lap. he kissed your neck and his cock stirred in his pants.

"my perfect mate." he chuckled, "just perfect. now why don't you get cozy on the pull out bed and let me finish this." he loved his mate. he loved you so much.

this was a lot better than being in the forest. graves may have fangs. but he'd never hurt his little cotton tailed rabbit. <3

xoxo, bunny

[marwolaeth-76]

Hello :)

Can You do a one-shot or headcanon with Veneer from trolls 3 with a fem reader, were the reader is their manager or something like that but she has a crush on veneer that is very obvious and veneer likes to tease reader because of that ? 😅 is ok if you don't want to write this :)

Hey!! Thank you for your request! I enjoyed writing this, there are little headcanons and sketches, I hope this is what you wanted and you like it!🩷

Veneer x !femReader teasing headcanons

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°He would literally call you all sorts of cute nicknames, not because he usually does this with all people, although rarely, but for you it would be constant and intentional. The dude enjoys and is proud of your embarrassed reaction to this.

°Veneer does not detach from you for a second, it seems that it can be even more demanding than Corduroy, but all the quibbles that he can express to you are purely a reflection of the fact that he wants to tease you, so to speak, to check, to see the reaction. He likes to see how you become stupid in his presence, how desperately you try to keep a cold face.

°while fiddling with paperwork in your office, Veneer often comes to you, under the pretext that «he is your boss and has the right to control your work» but for some reason he doesn’t care at all about his other employees. Feeling the gaze of the big blue eyes of a pop star, your brain melts, your thoughts get confused into one lump and it’s difficult for you to continue working at the same pace as before. Frozen in one place and looking into the space above the laptop, you are unable to do anything, just waiting for what witty phrase will be said by the little attractive bastard who came here at such an inopportune time. “Well, well, kitty, while you spend time looking at the dust on your keyboard, productivity drops, if I didn’t control this, you would continue to shirk!” - Veneer understood that the reason for your behavior was precisely his visit, knowing that you would not turn your head towards him, he also gave the blush on his face. Smiling mischievously at his latest teasing of you, he walked out of your office, quietly closing the door.

°Knocking on the door of Velvet and Veneer's dressing room, you notify them that the equipment is almost ready for rehearsal, and in (…) time it will be ready. Having heard absolutely no response, not even Velvet’s languid sighs, you became worried. After knocking a couple more times and asking if everything is okay, you decide to go inside. Inside, all you could find was Venir lying alone on the couch with his eyes closed, but it didn’t really look like he was sleeping. For a second you were overcome with panic, you quickly approached the pop star, throwing away all your embarrassment in front of his sweet face, you frantically asked if everything was okay. He was still silent with the same beautiful eyes closed. Being the drama queen you are, you've already come up with the worst possible scenario for why he could be lying there like that. You slowly knelt down in front of the sofa, and tilted your head towards Veneer’s face, trying to catch your breath. Suddenly, the opening eyes of the star took you by surprise and swept away, frozen in place, you heard a bored voice and his smug expression on his face.“uhh, you can just ask for a kiss, honey pie, don’t have to force it while I’m dozing.” At this moment, Velvet enters the dressing room, seeing you bending over Veneer in dangerous proximity to his face, she simply snorted with displeasure

“Ugh, I don’t understand why you can’t postpone youre disgusting caresses after the rehearsal?”

And rolling her eyes, the older twin walked away, leaving behind the noise of heels on the tiles. Now, not only you were red, but also the one who was responsible for this room. “h-hah man, this action clearly has a rotten vibe, darling, just move your face away already..” It seems that after this it was Veneer who was the reddest in this situation.

°He asks you to give him a manicure. You, of course, tried to object to this, saying that you were hired not as a nail technician but as a manager, but Veneer’s pouty lips and face were displeased, and you simply could not object to him. And also his constant argument: “But Crimp did this, maybe it’s worth bringing her back?”, of course, after that all your arguments against disappear. At first, you were very embarrassed to do his manicure, but later you noted that every time you wait for Veneer to ask you to do it again. You enjoy holding his hands in yours, each time surprised at how soft and smooth they are. Noticing your admiration, he, hiding behind severe stress and fatigue from star life, asks you to also give him a hand massage, although this really relaxes him! Although sometimes you may notice small scratches on his hands, most likely the pop star wanted to play with his smuggled monkey.

°The constant mentions of Crimp's former assistant were literally driving you crazy. You wanted, no, you needed to know who she was. What if she and Veneer had a relationship?! What if she really is better than you... One day, while you were helping choose the color of lipstick for Velvet, you casually asked her who this Crimp was. To which Velvet gave a cursory answer that it was an annoying sponge that she wanted to fire «literally every day spent with this little splinter» After that, a silly smile did not leave your face, which Velvet called “stupid”, but you didn’t care , because now you know for sure that Veneer really tried to make you jealous.

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

Cooking Together - (W/ America, England, Canada, Russia, France) x GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. 💕

Contents/Possible Warnings: A lot of food mentions, fluff, like a ton of fluff, slightly suggestive/flirty dialogue and implications (nothing outright not sfw), major emphasis on how England cannot cook

America (Alfred F. Jones)

There were both pros and cons to the situation you found yourself in. The pros were that the kitchen smelled nicely of apples and cinnamon, but the cons were that the flour had only been out for a few minutes and it was already everywhere. Still, the smell of cinnamon was nice; so you had that going for you.

Despite the state of the room around you, your boyfriend was not deterred in the slightest. In fact, he was practically bursting with excitement, humming a song as he formed the dough that the flour had been used for into a pie crust. A fresh apple pie was the end goal, and he couldn't be more thrilled. The way those handsome, baby blue eyes of his were shining with pure glee had you melting.

"I haven't baked in so long!" He exclaimed, grinning at you while you worked on the pie filling in the bowl in front of you, the scent of nutmeg in the air now joining the smell of cinnamon. "Hold on," He told you suddenly, reaching out to cup your face in his hands. "You've got something on your lips." With that, he kissed you sweetly, smiling into the kiss as his lips moved against yours.

"There we go," He spoke, pulling away once he was done, looking satisfied with himself. "All taken care of." You chuckled, your cheeks a light shade of red. "Did I really have something on my lips, or did you just want to kiss me, Alfred?"

"Both. You tasted like sugar, literally." He laughed, kissing you again, much quicker this time. "It isn't even done yet, but you might be sweeter than the apple pie is, babe." He teased with a small smirk.

"If we hurry up you can have both, you know."

You didn't need to say that twice. He did go fast when he was motivated, after all, especially with an awesome two-for-one deal. Needless to say, you both shared a lot of kisses that tasted like sugary, cinnamony apples that day.

England (Arthur Kirkland)

As much as you didn't want to admit it because it sounded harsh, Arthur Kirkland could not cook or bake anything without it going horribly wrong, even when it came to the dishes he had been 'perfecting' for years now. Fish and chips? That would burn. Beef wellington? Overcooked and inedible. His infamous scones? Ash. If you weren't used to it by now, the results of his cooking would scare you.

Speaking of scones, he tried to make them at least once every month or two, and surprisingly, nothing had yet to catch on fire. It made your heart break without fail every time you saw him look at his failed attempts, though.

"Arthur? Love?" You approached him one night, having already gone out to the store and bought every ingredient you'd need from the scone recipe you'd found online (you weren't going to risk using his. It might very well have been cursed.) "Do you want to bake with me? It could be an unplanned date night." You smiled at him warmly. You were his biggest soft spot, and he always gave in to those smiles of yours.

"Of course, dear." He smiled back, placing the book he had been reading down. "Oh! We should bake scones, I haven't made any in a while, and you love my scones, don't you?" You nodded, your smile faltering a bit as you remember the last time you tried his scones. They were burnt, of course, but you still managed to put on a smile and tell him how good it was in a little white lie.

"I was thinking the same thing." You responded, leading him to the kitchen to show him that you had already prepared everything. Every measurement was made and ready, all he had to do now was put it in a bowl, mix, and then bake. Easy as that. Or you hoped.

"This must've taken you a while, love." He observed, smile widening at the sight. You were so sweet to him! He never liked the whole measuring part, and here you had done it all for him. He could swoon over just how much he loved you. "Let's get started!" He exclaimed, overflowing with excitement.

With you guiding him along, things came out more than edible, they looked delicious! Instead of a hardened, blackened mess, the scones looked almost exactly like the picture in the recipe as you pulled them out of the oven.

"Look, Arthur!" You grinned, showing him the tray before setting it down. "You did it! These look bakery-worthy—" You let out a surprised gasp as he pulled you into a celebratory kiss, soon melting into it.

"Aha! Now France can't say I don't know how to cook!" He beamed, causing you to begin laughing. If he was happy, then so were you.

Canada (Matthew Williams)

Mornings with Matthew were always something you looked forward to. Waking up in his arms, combing your fingers through his soft, messy blond hair, and giving him his well-deserved 'good morning' kisses. It was a pure domestic bliss that you wouldn't trade for anything else in the world.

"What do you want for breakfast, hon?" He asked softly, still cuddled up next to you in bed. Another great thing about mornings with him was his cooking. Every day without fail he made you something mouth-watering good. Whether it was something simple or more complex, everything he made showed his love for you, even if cooking seemed to be a bit mundane to some people.

"Pancakes? Ooh! Blueberry pancakes." You replied happily, a small laugh leaving him in response. He blushed slightly, finding your enthusiasm both endearing and adorably cute. "Let me help you make 'em," you insisted with a grin. He laughed again before leaning into you, unable to resist kissing you when you were this adorable.

It didn't take long for you to find yourselves in the kitchen, hugging him from the side as you watched him cook. The blueberry-filled batter you had made turned out amazingly, and you were eager to see the results of your work in the form of masterly crafted pancakes.

When they were all done and covered in Matthew's favorite maple syrup you both sat down to eat, talking about whatever crossed your minds as you ate your breakfasts and sipped your coffee. It was moments like this why you savored and enjoyed your mornings with him, these moments where you two engaged in quality time and you were reminded just why you had fallen in love with him.

Oh, not to mention you also liked how his lips tasted like maple syrup when you were kissing him afterward, too.

Russia (Ivan Braginsky)

Before he met you he was used to doing everything alone, including having meals. He had no one to share his favorite dishes with, and eating was always a lonely activity when the seat next to him at the dinner table was empty. When you came along things weren't so isolating anymore.

Cooking dinner together had become a staple in your relationship early on, the act being used as a way to spend some quality time together in a simpler fashion. It was something that you two used to bond when you were still getting used to each other. Cooking wasn't just making a meal for you, it was a display of priceless non-physical intimacy.

"That tickles, Ivan," you giggled, feeling him nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as you sauteed the meat and stirred the sauce you'd need for the meal you were making, the tall Russian towering over you from behind as he held you gently. "You're really affectionate today, дорогой."

He let out a happy hum in reply, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. "You're cute today, мое солнышко. How could I not be?" You smiled at his compliment before grabbing a spoon and scooping a bit of the sauce inside of the pot in front of you, turning around to face him. "Open up," you said, moving the spoonful toward his mouth and letting him taste what you had made.

"Very good," He told you after tasting the sauce. "You're starting to cook like a professional, дорогой. I don't think I've ever had a better beef stroganoff sauce." You blushed, tilting your head to the side. "Really?" It really must've been good if he hadn't tasted a better version of a dish he had eaten countless times over the decades.

"You're being cute again," He chuckled, a warmth growing in his chest at the sight of you. He loved you and these moments together so, so much.

France (Francis Bonnefoy)

French cuisine wasn't known for being regarded as some of the best in the world for no reason. Living in Paris with your boyfriend who was fond of dinner dates led you to witness firsthand why France was seen as a leader in the culinary arts. As much as you loved going to a fancy restaurant and sipping wine while you ate with Francis, you wanted tonight's date to be a bit less extravagant.

All you wanted was to cook with him at home and share a simple night over a home-cooked meal. Luckily, your boyfriend wasn't opposed to the idea in the slightest.

"This is romantic, oui?" He questioned with a pleased smile as he poured you a glass of wine (nothing too expensive, per your own request). "A night in with mon amour. What could be better?" He smiled, handing you your glass. "I'm a chef magnifique, so you'll be served food better than any restaurant can offer."

He wasn't exaggerating, either. As your date commenced, you were pleasantly surprised to see how talented he was when it came to both cooking the main course and baking the dessert of raspberry macarons. The only downside was that the macarons were harder to make than they looked.

"Mine look weird compared to yours," you observed, looking over to see his work. "I think I keep piping in too much jam..." He looked over at yours, nodding in agreement. "Oui. But they'll still taste good, non?" His gaze then traveled to your lips, and he smirked. "You have jam on your face, mon amour."

He leaned in, kissing you lovingly, making sure to get rid of that raspberry jam he was talking about. You tasted beyond sweet, and that wasn't just because of the macaron filling. "You know, I wouldn't mind tasting something else tonight other than the food we made, chérie~"

"Let's eat first, Francis," you replied with a playful roll of your eyes. He was a flirt, but he was still yours.

[derangedanomaly]

HEyaaa

(i love all your hc and how you writeomg!!)

Could You do Swap!sans x a very VEEERY sweet reader, like, a pinkie pie reader?

(please and take care!)(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

I'm sorry if this is too short! Enjoy, and you also take care! ^^

Masterlist

SWAP SANS X SWEET READER

"Y/N!"

You turn around, meeting Swap's eye lights, looking around you frantically. You turn your head to the side, with a smile plastered on your face.

"Bluuueee!! What are you doing here?" Swap groaned in distress, holding your right leg and trying to stop it from bleeding out completely, he cannot believe this situation.. you were just engaged in a brutal fight against Nightmare of all people, and you're not even worried! Not even... Scared about your own life being on the line!

"Are you crazy?! Y-You could've- You could've-" you didn't let him finish, as you settled on hugging him close. "Blue.. it's ok! I-I'm fine! See? Still smiling!" You motion to your wide smile, as Swap looks sadly at the ground. "But..." He sighs after a few minutes of silence, and decided to hug you back. "Y/n.... How could you just... Take Nightmare on by yourself?? You could've gotten killed!" You frowned, hearing these words fly out of Swap's mouth. Where's his positivity? You looked him deep in his eyes, smiling at him brightly.

"Yeah...I could've.. but I'm still alive. And I brought you some time." Swap looks confused at that last remark, until he puts the pieces together.. thanks to you, Dream, Ink and himself got to take care of the other bad guys.. while you fought with Nightmare. "So...it wasn't just a ruthless act of yours?" You giggled, finally hearing his spirits lifted up.

"Yeah! Couldn't just leave you guys hanging!" Swap saw how you wanted to get up, but he abruptly stopped you. "You can't! Your leg's injured." You blinked up at him, several times. "Oh...yeah." You sat on the ground, thinking about this situation, until you were suddenly hoisted up.

You yelped in surprise, but relaxed once you saw that Swap just lifted you in his arms. "Mwehehe! I saved the princess!" He decided to lift up the mood, even doing his signature laugh! You snort, smiling at him brightly. "I'm saved!" You gave in into his little roleplay, still smiling at him. Swap beams at your praise, as he strikes a heroic pose with you still in his arms.

"Does my little knight want a reward for saving me?" Swap's cheeks tinted blue, at the mention of that. He sheepishly smiled at you, and rubbed the back of his head.

"T-The knight would've liked that!" He finally managed to say, cursing at himself for stuttering. You found this quite cute, as you leaned in and gave him a kiss. Swap gasped at this sudden act of yours, but a rather dorky smile appeared on his face.

He shuddered a little, but looked at you in a quick motion. He leaned in and nuzzled his head with yours. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. Swap was really strong, so carrying you out of the battlefield was no hard task.

As expected...of the knight.

BONUS:

Ink and Dream were walking behind Swap, with Y/n in his arms, they were all over each other, giggling and all that. Ink made a disgusted sound. "Bleh, how are they not ashamed of doing that in public??" Dream laughed a little at Ink's protest about the two lovers communicating, in their own way. Dream thought it was adorable, but the same could not be said about Ink..

"oh come on. I think they're very sweet. Swap and Y/n are definitely made for each other!" Ink groaned at Dream's words. "Yeah... But I wish that it would be me with Y/n..." Ink muttered, looking down at the ground. Dream perked up at this, looking at him. "Did you say something?" "W-What? No. You must've heard wrong."

[sunnycanvas]

Hello, could you make one where Balwin's girlfriend is from the future and due to destiny, she is in Balwin's time and they both fall in love and she manages to take Balwin to the future where they both get married and spend Christmas with their in-laws and they want it.

It was late evening in the city with snow beginning to fall. "Darling are you sure you will be able to handle it" "The Christmas tree is too tall". Baldwin enthusiastically said"Don't worry, I am strong now thanks to you" "I can now easily handle manual labour" I smiled and shaked my head. Baldwin loved to do manual labour. Especially since he got his strength back but I couldn't help but look concern. "There" he said smiling. "Now quickly switch on the light" . I quickly ran towards the switch not before yelling a warning "Be careful with wires" Baldwin frowned and said "I know love, besides they aren't that dangerous" . "I guess you are the one who needs a professional help" "What do you say shall we hire professional helper and lie to them saying that you need learning about surroundings since you have amnesia" Baldwin IV smirked teasingly. While I flushed in embarrassment remembering our earlier days. Just then a memory striked me and I began laughing. Baldwin IV confused asked "What's so funny". His confused expression reminded me of earlier days and I laughed even more. "Remember how you used to be scared of cars and bikes" "It was cute how tightly you held my hand insisting we cross the road together and how you would try to sheild me with your body as if ready to fight for me whenever the vehicle was approaching it was cute". Baldwin IV shocked and embarassed that I would bring up the memory quickly got down the ladder and chased after me. He almost succeeded in catching me until the door bell rang "Must be my parents let me open it quick"

I had been setting food on the table with the help of my mom. As I put down the Christmas pie I thought of calling my husband, Baldwin IV for dinner but decided to change my mind once I saw him staring outside the window sadly. My heart pained knowing how much he longed his home. To ease his pain I promised to take him to Jerusalem for our next upcoming trip. I can still easily recall Baldwin IV 's face how he was shocked and fascinated when he got to know current situation of his homeland.

"So that's it, that's how the story ends" "What did I fight for, to everything to go in vain" "I wish it didn't end up how it has"

I quietly put down the Christmas pie as I watched him staring outside the window. Making note to myself to call him bit later afterwards. My mother who bought freshly cooked turkey while placing it on the table noticing my pain decided to distract me by conversation said "You know our family has a history of time traveling" "Some of our ancestors take your grandma for example had also fallen in love with someone from past but this is the first time some one was to future" "People in our family tree who refused to leave their significant other settled in past with them" "Not all had happy ending of course" "Some severely regretted their decision and came back to future"

I closed my eyes sadly and recalled how my grandma fell in love with a king and married him but he cheated on her and expected her to endure so she left. Luckily she found grandpa and has been happily married since

"You know dear please don't take offence but I am suprised, how much your significant lover was willing to fight for you" "It's rare to find someone who would be willing to go this far" "Make sure not to loose him"

I smiled and said "I know mother" "I too love him very much" "I am glad I was able to cure him thanks to medical treatment here".

My mother looked at my husband and saw him sadly staring outside the window said "He seems to miss his home"

"He sure does"

My mom patted my shoulder and went to call my husband. Baldwin IV smiled moment our eyes met. "My love" he said. I smiled and proceeded to kiss him but he said"Stop your mother is here staring at us". Both my mom and I laughed at his bashful expression. As we settled down Baldwin IV asked about my father

"He will be late and asked us to proceed without him" "By the way you both have done marvelous job in decorating the house". Baldwin IV smiled and said "Couldn't have done without your daughters help". Suddenly Baldwin IV expression became sad again as he said"I wish my nephew was here though, he would definitely love being here, I miss him so much". "Things have changed a lot, except for the snow which remains same" "It's good that I have something with me from the past " I put my hand on his hand squeezing it to reassure him. Baldwin IV noticing my expression squeezed my hand back and smiled at me to reassure me that I am fine.

"Siting on dinner table without switching on the Christmas lights". My dad yelled as he quickly sat down on table holding bottle of wine. "And completely forgot about wine, no Christmas celebration is complete without wine". "I see my daughter has done marvelous job in worsening you" I scoffed at my dad's playful remark as Baldwin IV laughed. Baldwin IV smirked and teasingly said "She sure has"

"Hey" I retorated as I playfully punched him. My parents smiled as they watched our banter. "I couldn't ask for a better son in law" said my dad proudly. "Me too" commented my mom happily. Baldwin IV grew shy after hearing this and I took a chance and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey"

"This is payback". I happily retorated. "Now" my mom commanded sternly. "Eat your food or else it will get cold". Baldwin IV hearing this said "First let us pray and thank our lord". My parents and I immediately closed our eyes. Baldwin IV gently leaned toward me and whispered "and thanking him to bless me with such a beautiful wife" and slowly kissed my ear lobe making me blush. After we were done with prayers. Baldwin IV raised his glass and said "To my homeland and for my dear nephew, sister and mother who couldn't join me here today , Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas" We cheered back and clicked our glasses happily enjoying our food. With the snow getting making it dark quickly. Glowed our beautiful house in yellow during Christmas filled with cheers and laughter

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Holy shit Woah overhearing things she should not hear but then asking someone a few days later, oblivious to the mood shift. Like imagine her overhearing stuff about CBF or Casket then asking Ghost of all people. He's probably internally screaming and 'how does she know how does she know wtf wtf wtf wtf'

Hell it would be worse if she did it in public or went to someone not in P.I.E. to ask. She drops a bombshell of information and doesn't know why everyone's gone silent.

I wanted to draw something with this but ngl I’m wayyyy too busy for that rn ;w; Take my written thoughts instead, if you will <3

First, I love Woah, she’s is my darling gal… buuut I could totally see her getting her nose into something she shouldn’t hehehe… the options are unlimited, secrets are easy to stumble onto. There’s soo many options, and they can have a variety of results!

In a softer, Slice-of-Life kind of setting with minimal conflict, it would be Really Cute to try to explore how people go about raising a baby who can float through walls and can find wherever you hide her birthday presents. She can also always reach the top shelf and rummage her way to anything her parents don’t want her to get into, and since she’s. A ghost, Colon and Spooker would have to go out of their way to figure out how to babyproof their house. This ALSO means that if anyone wants to hide something from their partner, it Can Not Be In The House because she can just. Stumble onto it and blurt her findings out. Let her be an agent of chaos <3

In a situation where Johnny Ghost is still blocking out memories of Casket and CBF, Woah asking about it may open a paranoia-fueled investigation into what the hell she could be talking about… I say paranoia-fueled because no matter HOW she found out about Casket and CBF, something about it will be a little incriminating without the whole context. The baby should not be aware of a serial killer or (gestures at CBF) with enough detail to worry Ghost without Someone being irresponsible with secrets.. or an Event happening.

During an action/mystery story, Woah picking up on information she shouldn’t have would be grounds to get her abducted by someone who has a vested interest in the little ghost girl not spilling any secrets. Especially disastrous is that she might accidentally spill PIE’s secrets while being held captive. The range of severity of this would depend on the antagonistic force who saw a little girl who knew too much and went ‘yeah i could use that’. Like. Prince Fang would be a nightmare, but honestly, I think Maxwell would have a hard time being evil to a baby.

I want her to learn swears and everyone assuming it’s from her listening to the teen trainee team, and they get lectured, and then while ranting about the situation (with swears) they open a cabinet and see her nestled in there like o3o.

Honestly, I think the character I want to see freak out about Woah knowing about Jimmy Casket and asking about him is Cranky being mistaken for Ghost. Reasonably, Ghost could wave off Woah and assume she read an old case file or something. CRANKY doesn’t know this kid, and in situations where he is working with or is fused with Casket, that would come off as somewhat threatening. I want to see Cranky walking on eggshells around a little ghost girl because she asked the right questions about a name she saw on TV. A close second is Toast— how would he manage to explain what he knows to a child?

Additionally, there’s a chance she knows about these names because she encountered one of them. In which case it’s time to pay for a child psychologist because that is a situation that would leave scars.

If she does drop a bombshell of information in public, I kinda hope the Acachallas are there because they will absolutely catch the sudden tension and just explode into chaos. Possibly literally.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Pairing: SakuLee

For: @opengateofthesins because they deserve some cute fluffy SakuLee

Words: 955

A Pie.

That’s all she needed to make for dinner at her Sensei’s house. A simple, no sweat, pie.

Why was it that she was panicking over such a small job?

“Sakura?” Lee called from the living room. “Which book was it that you wanted?”

Taking a deep, calming breath, she sorted through her thoughts. “The book on deserts,” she answered after a moment of contemplation. “It has a chocolate cake on the front.”

A triumphant cheer followed shortly after. A sure fire sign that Lee had found what he was looking for. Now all that was left to do was make the pie.

The more she thought about the task ahead of her, the more she worried.

What if she forgot about it in the oven and started a fire?

What if she mixed up the sugar and salt just like the last time she tried to make a batch of chocolate chip cookies?

Was she going to accidentally poison everyone at dinner? What a scene that would make. Killing her Sensei, and the current Hokage, all while trying to have a nice dinner with her old team.

“Sakura?”

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she looked towards the kitchen door to see Lee standing there, book in hand and a concerned look on his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she chuckled awkwardly. “I must have quite the look on my face, huh?”

“A rather conferning one, yes,” Making his way towards her, he set the book down on the counter and opened his arms. A silent offer for a hug which she immediately jumped into. “Is everything alright?”

The warmth of Lee’s body surrounded her, and for the first time that morning Sakura felt herself relaxing. Her worries washing away as Lee hugged her tight.

“I’m not very good in the kitchen,” she admitted, a little ashamed of herself. “No matter how hard I try, i just can’t seem to get it right. Either I burn what i’m cooking or I make it all wrong.”

The look on Gai-Sensei’s face when he bit into that dango she had made for his birthday still haunted her. One of the simplest treats to make and somehow she had still managed to screw it up.

“Well, how about I help you?”

Hearing Lee’s offer, Sakura weighed it in her mind. Help would be appreciated, and could aid in avouding any mishaps, but then it wouldn’t be her project.

“Kakashi-sensei gave us each a job,” she whispered. “If i get help he might be disappointed. I’m supposed to do this on my own.”

Lee stood there just staring at her for a second, her words sinking in and processing until his face broke out into a smile and he doubled over into himself laughing.

“Kakashi-sensei?” He wheezed. “Mad?”

“He is capable of being mad once in a while,” Sakura defended herself. “I’ve seen it. It’s actually kind of scary.”

The way his eyes pierced through his target, freezing them in their tracks. It was terrifying if she was being honest.

Kakashi-Sensei was a dorky man and she lived off of making fun of him at every opportunity, but she’d be foolish to act like he wasn’t capable of scaring the crap out of her. Even Naruto had a healthy dose of fear for the man, and Naruto could wipe the floor with him in a fight.

Lee struggled between fits of laughter. His desperate attempts to speak were thwarted each time by another wave of giggles, leaving him unable to speak at all.

The whole situation was both infuriating and adorable.

“Sakura…” he wheezed. “Kakashi-Sensei…”

“Is like my big brother, I know,” she sighed. “He’s dorky and ridiculous and would never actually hurt me, but big brother’s can be scary too. Iruka-Sensei scares the crap out of Naruto all the time.”

“No,” Lee shook his head. “Kakashi-Sensei-“ another wave of laughter hit him, forcing him to curl into himself as he struggled for breath. “T-teamwork.”

Suddenly his struggle made so much sense.

Lee had been trying to remind her of her Sensei’s main teachong point, the one thing that he always pushed for no matter what the circumstances.

Teamwork.

“I feel like an idiot.” She grumbled, wishing she could just disappear into a hole and never return. “How could I forget? I’m so…”

Lee shut up suddenly, a serious expression on his face. Not a hint of the laughter he had been struggling against just mere seconds ago.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

Cringing, Sakura turned herself around so she was facing the counter. “Well,” she stared at the cookbook Lee had set down, wondering if his help would be the thing she needed to make the perfect Pie for Team Seven’s dinner. “We should get started.”

“We?”

Glancing back at him, she offered a small, playful smile. “If you still want to help, of course.”

Seriousness melted away, a brilliant smile slowly taking its place. “It would be my honour to help.”

Honour.

Sakura rolled her eyes and turned away from him, hiding the smile that stretched across her face.

“You are something, Lee,” Her hand reached out for the book. “Now get over here. I want to finish this pie as quickly as possible.”

“A competition! I- I mean-” One hard look over her shoulder and Lee was quickly back tracking on his words.

“A task we will take our time with,” she insisted. “After which I will pin you to the wall and thank you properly for helping.”

Lee stared at her for a moment, confusion crossing over his face before realization struck. His back straightened and his face lit up like a Rasangan.

The most beautiful sight in the world, in her opinion.

[dianthus-is-moving]

Describe your F/O to the person who may not know them well! Then tag 10 people to do the same.  I invite any followers who want to fill this out for their f/o(s), I’m always too shy to actually tag people 🙈 If you wanna do it, feel free!!

Thanks for the tag @ungalobrando!! Get ready, I have lots of thoughts about this man, some of these are headcanons because he deserves better

NAME: Hiromi Higa / Shadow

SOURCE: Sk8 the Infinity

TITLE(S): Lord Shadow, Anti-Hero of S (also dad and peepaw)

PET NAME(S): Honey bear, Romi-bear, punkin pie, piggie, sweet boy, my man (last one is almost always said in weird babytalk voice)

STATUS: Alive

SPECIES: Human / clown

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Questioning / Bi (there’s no way he’s 100% straight)

PRONOUNS: He/him (sometimes she/her)

AGE: Twenty-freakin-FOUR!! (Though I’ve heard season 1 of Sk8 possibly takes place in 2019... So I guess he’d be around 27-28 now?? Good - our age gap is less than I thought 😅)

HEIGHT: 178cm / 5′10″ (looks taller as Shadow due to hair / boots... also I think this show pulls a Jojo sometimes and character heights are subjective to the situation bc he looks HUGE compared to the other characters at times)

WEIGHT: Only 73kg / 160lbs canonically but I refuse to believe that... there’s no way a hefty dude like him weighs so little. I think 170-180 AT LEAST is more reasonable for him, considering his size.

BODY TYPE: HIM BIG. Brawny and top-heavy. Broad-shouldered, muscular and somewhat toned but still a bit of chub - think rugby player build. Finding pants in Japan is a STRUGGLE cuz he’s tall and he ass too big. Skating is probably great for the buns and thighs tho

SKIN: Sorta medium beige with cool undertones. Would be SO cute with a farmer’s tan 🥺 Paints his nails sometimes. No real tattoos or piercings because he's too babie (I think he has a tongue ring only bc he lost a bet or had a rebellious streak when he was younger)

HAIR: Fluffy ginger undercut/mohawk. The depth of red in his hair changes with the lighting.

EYES: Gray, but very reflective and expressive

ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good/Chaotic neutral... I think...

INTERESTS: His manager 😂😭 flowers, flower language, gardening, music, board games, fitness / body building, makeup, drag, shoujo manga / anime, skateboarding, wrestling, languages (he speaks both English and French to some degree, and knows some Latin... I will not be convinced otherwise)... also kinda nosy and likes to learn about people. Dude’s got the gossip.

PROFESSION: Florist 💐

SKILLS: Skateboarding, makeup, creativity, sarcasm, costume design, minor pyrotechnics, acting, heavy lifting, customer service, flower arranging, driving (apparently drifting / rally style? Skrrt skrrrt?? WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT SIR???)

He definitely can also touch his nose AND elbows with his tongue (... Is that a skill?!)

WEAKNESSES: Baseball bats 😂😭 poor baby, but for real... Insecurities, confidence, quick temper, inferiority / feeling like he has to prove himself, overthinking

COMPANIONS: Them boys!!! Aside from his own crew of followers at S, he serves as a brotherly figure / uncle / bruncle to the younger boys. Probably closest to Miya out of the main character group. Friends with Kaoru, idolizes Joe a bit and wants to be closer with both. Reki and Langa have tried to push him closer to Oka 👀

ENEMIES: KAZU (I genuinely hope Hiromi absolutely fucked his shit up and put him in the hospital too)(”Yeah I look bad, but you should see what I did to the other guy”)

PETS: No animals, but lots of house plants. I could see him having fish if anything, especially an aquarium with plants. Probably a fan of marimo moss balls 🥺

WEAPONS: 💪THESE GUNS💪 firecrackers (haemanthus bomb), laser pointer (gladiolus laser), snake ribbon things (violet spider) and apparently 80+ other secret attacks... I guess you could also count his board and the spikes on his costume??

SUBSTANCES: Alcohol (kind of a lightweight), he had cigarettes in the host club drama??? 😬 Hopefully smoking's just an occasional social thing

DRIVER LICENSE?: See above (yes - and he does deliveries for work in that car. Skrrt skrrt.)

[pink-bird-30]

Titans 4x07

Spoilers Ahead

Read at your own Risk!!!

Welcome back Titans, lets dive into this weeks episodes! 

I have a very strong feeling Mother Mayhem is doing all of this work to get to Trigon, she has absolutely no care for Sebastian but as a means to an end.  And I think that will blow up big time for her once Sebastian realizes what she is doing and turns against her.

When she tell Sebastian “Your Power Will have No Equal” I rolled my eyes so hard.  How can he not see through her bullshit?  Even long before we learn that Kori has the power to defeat him, Sebastian should have an understanding that Mother Mayhem is using him, he can't be that dumb.

What I do like about this episode is the setup for Trigon to comeback.  A real full circle moment to end the show, and hopefully the fight we deserved since season 1 and season 2.  

Moving on,

I’m assuming that since they changed the order of episodes, we don’t get to see how the Titans managed to survive Sebastians blast???  I just find it weird that they all disappear and then they are just there again?  Weird.

Also, Lex Luther leaving a gift for Dick?  Why after everything Lex has caused, he knew he would die and would need to leave the journal to Dick? and what are his plans for Connor?  Leave my little super baby alone you creep.  Even in death he manages to blind the poor boy!

Also, Lex’s journal also portraying Kori’s dead body really had me reeling.  Dick is soooooo over these prophecies.

Are we all agreeing that Jinx is dead dead?  What Raven did for her was beautiful, but before Jinx died she said “Not again,” so does this mean she’ll be back? (I still have not watched the new promo for 4x09)

I also don’t like how calm everyone was after disappearing?  I would be panicking!

ROBERTA

I always love how Dick knows so many different people and how they can help in so many different situations.

I love how she was questioning if Kori was a real Tamaranean and then that big WHIFF Roberta took of Kori, If you look close enough, you can see Brenton trying so hard not to laugh.  I was dying.  

Roberta mentioning Kori didn’t have orange light was really interesting and a piece of info I’m filing away for later…

“Another day another Prophecy”  Richard John Grayson, as a detective himself, you think he would notice a pattern when it literally throws itself at him everyday!  This man is so deep in denial that I will cry when he realizes he’s been ignoring the obvious and it will be too late.

I love when Tim has his genius moments, they’re always so random but super helpful.  Especially in this instance where they need to find the horn before Sebastian does. 

Somedays, I really miss golden retriever Connor.  This season he is definitely in his anti-hero era, but I really do miss the old him.  I really hope he get a redemption arc by the last episode, I don’t think I could be satisfied if Connor ends this show as a Lex wannabe.

Bernard.

This man is such a cutie pie and I am not surprised he drives this little cute blue car.  I do find it a little annoying they play into the genius and awkward trope, like why can’t Bernard be a confident nerd?

Now to the meat of the episode: Caul’s Folly

The second the RV went through that weird barrier of magic, I knew whatever happened there was no going to go well.

The whole Diner scene had me on edge, I knew there was something off with the people but to the extent of their brainwashing is insane.

When Kori brings Dick to the barrier and doesn’t believer her at first, boy, the amount of shit we have all seen these last three seasons and he’s questioning being trapped in a small town?!

But boy oh boy, the way Dick reacted when Kori started to show signs that she was unwell, *chefs kiss, He straight up went into over protective mode and just wrapped her up into his side and walked her to the RV.  I- There were moments over the years where I wished for them to have that level of care and intimacy with one another and it finally finally happened!

To my surprise, I am not shocked that I would run across actors from other shows I’ve watched.  But seeing Valentine Morganstern on Titans was not what I was expecting.  Alan Van Sprang has always been a great villain and I’m glad he was a part of this crazy episode.  Him being the “gatekeeper” to this town and helping Mother Mayhem to capture Dick, Kori, and Rachel was great.

Titans always seems to keep the same formula that has run through the last 3 seasons, and seeing how they always end up splitting up from one another is so common, but I’m glad in this instance.  Bernard and Tim really needed to talk and I kinda like how their scene in the motel reflected Dick and Kori’s from season 1.  I thought it was sweet.

To round out this episode, why am I not surprised Dick going off on his own would be a bad idea?  Has this man not realized he cannot do things by himself anymore, that he needs his team?

 Overall, this was an ok start to the second half of the season.  Felt like a filler episode, but I’m not surprised since we usually don’t have split seasons.

I'll post my feelings on 4x08 next! Stay Tuned!

[amive2567]

Ingredients: Kenma Kozume x !GN Reader

Contains: streamer Kenma, OOC Kenma, insecure Kenma, bad cooking, not proof read, reverse comfort,

Words: 958

Type of order: hot chocolate (fluff), small pumpkin-spice late (cofort), Cupcake (Oneshot)

Note: 255465 yen are about 2000 Euros/US-Dollar

Masterlist

It was actually a joke when he said that for a 255465 yen donation, he would do a cooking stream. Never had he thought anyone would spend so much money on it. When the donation came in, Kenma could only stare at the screen.

"A cooking stream sounds nice. I hope you won't burn down the kitchen Omegalol" read the google voice out loud. He wanted to smack his head against a wall. "Why do you have so much money?" he asked the anonymous donator rhetorically. His heart pounded against his chest as he double-checked the donation, not that a troll would make fun of him. Unfortunately, it was true. "To be honest it was a joke, my s/o will kill me if I ruin their kitchen. I will pay it back, but thank you very much anon."

Fan13: "Nah, you said this, and you have to do it."

MiyaTwinsAreHot: "´There is no way back now."

FurryFan: "Welp, you brought yourself into this situation. Now you have to take action."

He sighed but gave in to the chat and the incredible donation. "Alright, but you have to wait until tomorrow. I have to install the setup in the kitchen first and then we can cook. Any special wishes?" The chat exploded with ideas and food recommendations. It happened so fast that Kenma had to put the chat into subscriber-only mode. "Woa, ok guys. I guess I have enough recommendations. Thanks." he said and read through the chat.

Taking notes on what to cook on a sticky note you left on his desk a few days ago, telling him to drink enough water. "Should we continue after this incredible donation? Once again thank you. I still can't believe that someone would spend so much money on some lousy cooking stream." He went back to his game and proceeded as normal, but the thought about cooking in front of millions of people made him nervous.

On the next day, he stood in the kitchen, waiting for the people to join his stream. "Hello, everyone. So as promised, we are having a cooking stream today. I picked out a three-course menu to make it more embarrassing for me. We will start with cold soba with a wasabi dip, a recommendation by @shotolover123. After that, we will have Katsudon with rice. A recommendation by @leafygreen. And last but not least we will have an apple pie, which got recommended pretty often. I am grateful for that, but to be honest, I would have picked it anyway." He giggled a bit, and the chat, or rather only the fangirls went wild.

Kudzukenlover2013: His giggle is so cute, his partner is so lucky.

KenIsMine: I want to cuddle him so bad.

KenKenismyjoy: He is so adorable. You should grin more often Ken-Ken.

He tried to ignore the fangirls, and focus on his cooking but then a special name popped up in the stream and he smiled even more.

Catma: He should smile more often. His smile is as rare as he drinks water.

"Well catma, if it satisfies you, I drank a bottle of water today." His cheeks turned a bit pink as his smile grew wider. "Well we should start, don't you think?" With that, he started to get the ingredients out of the cupboard and the fridge.

Catma: Don't burn down the kitchen.

"I hope I won`t." he nervously chuckled.

A few hours later and he found himself struggling. "I didn't sign up for this to be this bad." he half laughed and cried. He managed to somehow burn his Katsudon. Kenmas fans could see his struggles, some tried to give him tips, but others just laughed at him.

The front door opened, and you stepped into your medium-sized flat. "I'm home," you shouted and took off your shoes. "Welcome home, dove." You smelled the burned food and wrinkled your nose. "What are you doing? It kinda smells," you asked while you put your key and bag away. "Err, well I'm cooking." You're eyes widened. Kenma and cooking are two things you never believed you would hear in one sentence. You loved him dearly, but Kenma was the worst at cooking. Your eyes widened surprised. "How is it going?" "Quiet bad, I somehow burned everything. Sorry 'bout that." You needed to suppress a chuckle. He locked so hopelessly, so small in this big kitchen. "It's alright, I will carry you." You put on an apron and started fixing this mess.

The meal was finished after hours of cooking, failing, nearly crying, and swearing. "I think you did great at the end." "Y/N you did almost everything. I only caused a mess." He looked to the ground avoiding your graze, and the camera. A reassuring smile spread across your face, as you hugged him. "Love, you don'T have to be good at everything. I think the people out there liked it. There are no perfect people in the world, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. You may suck at cooking but you're great at gaming, at quick thinking, being attentive, and you're the most amazing boyfriend ever." You kissed his forehead , his head turned beet red. He tried to hide his face in the crook of your neck. While you two were in your own little world the chat exploded with emotes, and messages.

JojoTiger: "Tbh, I needed to hear those words too. Could I rent you s/o for a day, so they can tell me such things?

Ken-Ken-Lover: This is soo sweet. I love (Insert your ship name)

ForReal78: "I mean yeah it's cute, but have you seen the dirty dishes. Man, I'm so glad I don't have to clean this up."

Everyone: @ForReal78 You destroyed the moment

[absolutebl]

Cutie Pie Review - It’s All About the Chemistry

quick pitch 

Cutie Pie 

(Thailand, Feb-May on YouTube) 

8/10

Main Tropes: arranged marriage, age gap, secret identity, cohabitation, rich kid problems, he’s in engineering

It was a real pleasure to see Zee again (Why R U?) and his new love interest is very well cast. MaxNat turned in their usual consummate side dish action, (origin Why R U? also Y-Destiny & Close Friend) and it’s always fun to see Perth (My Engineer) and the other guest cameos. 

With very high production values at at first I thought they were gunning for Korea, but I’m got a real Japanese feel from this one, Thai style of course but there is definitely a lot of visual referencing live action yaoi. Also the music and sound were pretty darn good.

It took me a few episodes to accept the absurd conceit of this show and its quirky characters and motivation as ALSO EXTREMELY traditionally yaoi and very lifestyle D/s. After that I just rolled with it. I realized that if this had come from Japan I would have given it a pass immediately. Why be tough on it just because it comes from Thailand?  So, about half way through I liked it A LOT more. 

The chronic miscommunication: 

Really tested my patience at the end tho. 

THAI LANGUAGE CORNER

Why Ai'Hia was so funny in Cutie Pie 

A Mini Essay on My Love of LianKuea in Cutie Pie (and ZeeNunew's performances)

Honestly I just love LianKuea's dynamic, it's so D/s but also so classic yaoi seme/uke. The way Lian smiles when his Nu does something cute is so damn sweet. He’s practically the definition of a caring Dom. Killing Kuea (and us) with stern softness. Zee did a fantastic job with this character. That said NuNew also managed to give us an appealing uke with gumption and a crush and a failure to understand self actualization who we liked.

But let's be honest here, the actors chemistry is REALLY good.

(After Semantic Error, I'm beginning to develop theories about same-sex actor age gaps and the chemistry development quality that results. But I need to gather more data first.)

Look, there is something about the way Zee looks as his acting partners. His eyes are very doting, no mater the line delivery or any other aspects of the scene. He's been given these fierce stern roles to play in Fighter and Lian but he always seems to manage to temper his characters with fondness.

I like doting affection on screen.

I also like to see a seme actually sexually intersted in his uke, otherwise the archetype comes off as more inclined to ownership and less about desire. To be frank, Zee is also good at transmitting the "I want to bone" thing.

Since a seme character is aggressive and obsessive and intrusive he has to be tempered by some sort of softness to appeal to a modern audience. Add in authentic feeling sexual interest and the seme character MUST be gentled by the actor's performance, or we end up with a H4 situation. And Zee manages to transmit all that with just eye work. It's great to watch.

But NuNew did a wonderful job too. Kuea was clearly interested and willing and game. There’s no sign of the Blushing Maiden with this uke. Thank fuck, could we PLEASE kill that archetype?

As much as I love a Daddy who wants his boy, a boy who needs his Daddy is about a billion times better. And genuine sexual interest from the uke character is still far too rare in BL.

In this regard, Cutie Pie was a breath of fresh air.

What can I say?

They love each other, they just idiots

is a favorite of mine.

But...

They WANT each other, they just idiots?

Yeah. That one is gonna get me EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

The other pairs were good too! 

MaxNat serve us high heat while smiling the whole time. Which was kinda charming and basically their signature. These two just seem to have fun together. It’s nice. 

Language note on Yi’s confession: Diao’s nickname khondiao means “only” or a”lone” in Thai? So when Yi confesses, he’s using world play when he says “I love you only”. More here.  

However, I gotta say my favorite kiss of this show (and it was VERY kissy), was actually Syn and Nuea. Adorable. I wish we had gotten more of these two. 

Cutie Pie ended very navel gaze maudlin and sappy for my taste. The absurd proposal back-and-forth thing was kinda par for the course with Lian and Kuea  and their miscommunication antics, but I was bored by it. 

This show went from absurd to appealing to annoying and then back to absurd again - but always sappy and nicely high heat for what ultimate seemed to be an equal marriage propaganda piece. Which I’m fine with, but Taiwan’s Faded did it better in 20 minutes back in 2017. 

Nevertheless, on the strength of the chemistry of all three couples, the odd but very old fashioned romance tropes, and clear high rewatchability this one is getting a 8/10. Watch this one for the pretty, give it a pass on depth.

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[marshmallows2345]

it's a rock! (greg gerwitz x fem! reader)

summary: when a robbery goes bad, and you get hurt, it makes mouse put a real rock on your finger.

content warning: gun violence, other chicago pd-esque acts, and some really cute fluff at the end

you, greg, and jay were the 3 musketeers, protecting each other from whatever harm was in your way. the three of you went everywhere together, and any commander of yours knew that if you were going somewhere, greg or jay had to go with you. it was greg, though, who was more protective of you than jay, but that was with good reason. you and greg were dating, even before you got to the rangers. being in the same unit with your boyfriend meant that the two of you had a bond stronger than anyone else. 

back when the three of you were in the rangers, you had protected mouse and jay with everything you had. it didn’t matter who or what was in front of you. if it was threatening you, or your unit, it wouldn’t be there much longer. alongside jay, you were one of the best snipers the team had, sometimes even better than jay. you neevr got shot, always managing to get out unscathed. but outside of the fighting, the horror, the carnage, you were sweet as pie. you were always cracking jokes with jay and mouse, fooling around with them whenever you were able to. though, if jay got too rough with you, he would get an earful from greg. it was never malicious, merely a “lay off of her.” 

you had gotten an honorable discharge, and you were living in chicago with greg. the two of you were happily together, healing together from your time in the rangers. greg was now working for the chicago police department, and you were in a typical office job. what you didn’t know was that greg was planning on proposing soon. he had a ring as well as the rock he had given you back in the rangers when he jokingly proposed to you. both were going to be used in the proposal.

it was late one night, and greg was still in the district. you were making a dinner for both you and him; silently humming until you were jolted out of your domestic bliss by the sound of your door busting open.

the next few seconds were a blur. you heard screams, but they didn’t make sense. nothing made sense at this point; you were just on autopilot. they told you to get down, you did. you dropped the weapon, a flimsy plastic spatula, and you pushed it aside. they screamed at you for the money, but you and mouse never kept cash in the apartment. any valuable jewelry, you kept in a safe deposit box. neither one of you were stupid, and yet, here you were, caught in a stupid situation.

and then, there was the sound you dreaded most. 2 shots, and you were down for the count. 

they ransacked your apartment, tearing open every drawer and every box that you had. not that they found much, maybe some old photos and old army stuff, but nothing of monetary value. you were bleeding, profusely, and you knew you wouldn’t last long. there was blood, too much of it. when the idiot robbers left, you mustered up your last bits of courage to dial 911. 

you didn’t remember anything after that.

back in intelligence, greg and jay were having a beer together in greg’s office when they got the call. jay answered it, saying,

“detective halstead.”

greg watched as the color drained from jay’s face, and his mind started racing. when jay hung up the phone, he took a deep breath, and said,

“mouse, y/n’s been shot. she-“

“let’s go!” greg said, grabbing his hoodie and hurrying out.

jay had never seen greg drive so fast to a destination before. greg’s eyes were filled with rage and anxiety. he was kicking himself for not being there, for not protecting you the same way you protected him. you could be dead, dying, who knew at this point? the only thing that mattered to him was that you were alone, without him there. he hated himself for it.

he burst into the hospital, jay right behind him flashing the CPD badge.

“where is she?” mouse frantically said as he stopped by the front desk. “y/n? where is she?”

“301.”

jay and greg sprinted up to where you were before being stopped by will, jay’s brother.

“will, how is she?”

“2 gunshot wounds. apparently, it was a robbery, and they tried to kill her, but they were absolutely terrible shots. they were in her abdomen, and she lost a lot of blood. she’ll pull through. if nothing else, the girl was a fighter. maybe not to the robbers, cause she wasn’t stupid, but she was fighing in that OR.”

“good,” greg nodded, his hand running down his face. “good.”

“the paramedics found this in her pocket,” will said as he handed the rock to greg. “not sure why, but…”

“i proposed to her. back in the rangers, we had a joke proposal in front of the guys, and she kept the rock with her ever since. i remmeber how happy she was when i did it, too, cause she knew that there was real love there, you know?”

“i remember,” jay said.

“one of you can go and sit with her. i’m sure she’d love to see you when she gets up.”

the next thing you saw was white. you smelled sterile, gross hospital. but the most standout was how you felt, which was absolutely terrible. you hadn’t felt this bad since after a 3 mile long walk in the desert, and even that wasn’t nearly as half as bad as this. your head turned over and you thought you were dreaming.

“mouse?” you wheezed. 

he bounded out of his chair and hung over you, pushing your hair out of your face. you were alive.

“hey, hey, hey, sweetheart. you came back, huh?”

you gave him a weak smile and nod.

“uh-huh.”

“sh, sh, pretty girl. save your strength. i got something, well, two somethings for you.”

he reached into his pocket and pulled out the rock. your eyes lit up as you smiled at him. but then, he pulled out a ring.

“oh, hold on just one sec,” he said before banging on the window and motioning for jay and will to come look.

you let out the softest, weakest chuckle, but greg heard it. he came back over to you and said,

“remember when i proposed to you? back in the middle of nowhere, in some desert?”

you smiled as you thought back to the moment.

it was blazing hot out. there was no shade, except for the house you were in, which was on the verge of being blown to smithereens. you were huddled up with jay and mouse, hanging out together. mouse had you snuggled into his side, which had been dubbed as your rightful spot. 

“hey, hey, y/n.”

“what, mouse?”

“i gotta tell you something. but, well, come with me.”

you stood up with him and jay, and mouse covered your eyes. you were a fit of giggles, and you said,

“mouse, what on earth is going on?”

“just trust me, you’ll like it, okay?”

“okay,” you shrugged, softly giggling. 

he brought you to where the other guys were sitting. they all were holding their guns like flowers, in a feeble attempt to foster the proposal mindset. when greg uncovered your eyes, you were standing in the middle of a circle, surrounded by your teammates. 

“mouse, what’s going on?”

he picked up a rock from the floor and got down on one knee and your eyes went wide. 

“oh my god!”

“y/n, i know this isn’t the rock you wanted or that we talked about, but until we get back, it’s gonna have to do. so, it’s a stand-in rock…until i can get a diamond. y/n…will you marry me?”

you tugged him up, snatched the rock from him, and kissed him. cheers erupted from the crowd, and you giggled as you pulled away. 

“i’ll marry you when we get back, huh? until then, this rock stays with me. we’ll call it rocky.”

greg shook his head and chuckled as you tucked the rock, now your unofficial pet rock, into your pocket. that rock was now the safest rock in the history of the world. 

“mhm,” you nodded, looking up into his big, ocean-blue eyes. 

“well, i promised a diamond, and i brought it. with me. i-y/n, after hearing you got shot, i knew i had to do this. i knew, i knew that i had to make you mine forever.”

“mouse…”

“y/n, will you marry me?”

you swallowed, mustering up all your strength to say,

“i’ll be the new mrs. gerwitz.”

greg let out a laugh of disbelief and admiration. he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to your lips. you were a blushing mess as he pulled away. he turned back to jay and will with the biggest grin on his face, giving them a thumbs-up. jay and will, from what you could see, were ecstatic, smiling at you and giving you a thumbs-up. you chuckled before turning to greg and saying,

“can you paint the rock? with today’s date?”

“i’ll paint the rock like the mona lisa for you,” he said, kissing your forehead. “now you rest up, huh? gotta make sure my girl is nice and strong so she can plan the wedding of a lifetime.”

[witch-hazels-musings]

scaramouche, diluc, and childe with a [gn] reader whos terrified of needles?

Needle Fear

Warning -> General, sfw (mention of needles, getting a shot, cussing (S), sudden kiss (Ch))

Character X GN Reader | Anthology 

Includes: Childe, Diluc, Scaramouche 

Childe

Not only has Childe seen many sicknesses and many healers, but he’s also had to help his siblings through any and all visits they had to take - so it wasn’t unusual for him when you nearly begged him to visit the healers with you

There was something adorable about the way you tightly gripped onto his hand, the way you hid behind him just enough when you walked down the hall to the examination room, the way you glanced at him or turned to him every time you heard a person walk past the door. How could he not think you were adorable? 

“Childe, it’s gonna hurt.” Your fingers curled around his shirt as you pulled him closer to you. His comforting scent and tall frame were like a barrier between you and the door you didn’t want to see. 

“It’ll be okay, I have to do this all the time.” 

“Really?” He nodded his head and lifted your chin. The smile on his face was reassuring and, for a moment, as his fingers rested against you, you forgot where you even were. That was until you heard the click of the door and the sound of footsteps. 

“Hey there, are we ready?” They entered the room and set their items on the small table next to you but all you could respond with was shifting closer into the shield you’d made out of Childe. 

“Hey, it’ll be alright. Wanna know why?” He leaned down, his arms spanning either side of you while his palms pressed into the mattress you sat on. The soft cool of his eyes brought you a reprieve, a distraction from the current environment and as you looked at him, you shook your head signaling him to continue. “I’ll be here the whole time, right here, that’s why it’ll be okay.” 

After a moment, you gave in - how could you not when he was so comforting to you. “O-okay, I’m ready.” Your hands moved to grab onto his wrists and as you heard the healer begin to prepare their items, you continued to stare at Childe. “Don’t move.” 

“I won't.” You nodded again, your eyes drifting to the healer, and when they ran a cool, cleansing cloth over your arm you tensed. “Look at me, it’s okay.” Their hand wrapped around your arm to hold you steady and your head twisted in fear.

“Childe --- I can’t … hold o-” Your words were cut off by his lips, his fingers wrapping around your jaw as he pulled you back to him. The suddenness of his kiss blocked out everything else, the heat of his lips, the fullness of his connection, it was all so distracting. 

“All done.” You pulled away, your gaze dropping to the small bandage they placed onto your arm. When did they do that?

“See, I told you it would be simple.” Childe smiled at you and you hid your embarrassment in the palm of your hand. 

Diluc

He couldn’t count the times he’s had to experience this type of care - from the constant exams done in the Knights of Favonious, to the aid he received during his three mysterious years - getting something like this was just common practice to him at this point - plus, it only took a few moments and then it was over, so it wasn’t that bad 

Though, as he watched the way you fussed, worried, and nearly drew yourself to sickness at the idea, he recalled a memory of his childhood. If he could do it for you, he would, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case and he was going to need to find some other way to keep you steady 

Diluc stood next to you, his body angled in such a way that he could keep you in his line of sight while also observing the door. You didn’t dare turn around so instead, you looked out the window as you held onto your arms with a grip that hurt your fingers. 

“I don’t like this.” You muttered, watching the workers meander through the vineyards. It would have been better if you could just be with them, hide in between the many dangling grapes, and as far away from this situation as you could get. 

“I know, I’ve been assured this person is very experienced. You should have nothing to fear.” 

“Save for the whole needle part, archons, why do we even need this.” You shook your head and moved closer to the window. 

“It will only take a moment, I’ll be here the whole time.” Turning your attention away from the outside world, you gazed up at Diluc. His neutral expression surrounded by lively hair was somehow more comforting than anything you’d ever come upon in your whole lifetime. He was your rock, steadfast and sturdy, and as his fingers grazed your arm, ran over your ear, you knew his words held true. 

“Oka--” 

“Master Diluc, the healer.” You turned and saw one of the maids ushering in a young woman whose brightness lit up the room. You recognized her from the church and immediately you felt more at ease. Quickly, the instruments were prepared and as you settled onto the bed, your eyes found the one thing you were most anxious about. 

“I know you’re scared,” She began, pulling a chair close to you while she explained the process. “I’ll clean your arm with this,” She pointed to the small tin before continuing, “then I’ll gently take your arm and give you the shot.” 

“It’ll hurt, right.” You whispered, shifting uncomfortably to make more space. 

“For a very brief second. Then it’ll be over.” Her smile was so warm and you knew she must have done this quite often. 

“I’m sure it’s silly to see a grown adult so afraid of needles.” 

“Not as silly as you would imagine, are you ready?” You looked at her and nodded your head slowly but when she began the process, you turned away and closed your eyes. That’s when you felt the bed dip and a warm heat spread across your body. 

“I’m right here.” Diluc’s voice was soft, and sent a shiver down your spine - or was that the cleaning salv? It didn’t matter because as soon as your face found his chest, you disappeared into his warmth and security. All you felt was his hand over your ear, all you heard was the pounding of his heart; you weren’t sure how long you stayed that way, but by the time you looked up the healer was gone but Diluc had stayed. 

Scaramouche 

He didn’t understand your aversion to something so small. How could one little thing cause you to break down into a panic, it’s not like it could really hurt you - he’s felt much worse in his lifetime

So when you begged him to go with you, pleaded practically on your knees, he was stuck between his irritation of your complaints and how cute you were with those pouting lips and watering eyes (how adorable you look, he’ll never tell you though)

“It’s not that bad, just be quiet for one minute.” Scara pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed so loud you were sure people outside of the room could hear him. Of course, he’d be annoyed, you literally dragged him here to your check-up just so you could have someone with you when they … when they brought out the needle. Why did they need to do this to you anyway, weren’t there healers all around Teyvat that could cure you with a flick of their wrist. The fact that they also had instruments like these was confounding. 

“I know, I’m sorry …” You bit your lip and turned away from him. Your eyes finding the sheets and fingers moving to poke at your gums, teeth clenching hard around your nails. This habit was one you developed a long time ago and while you managed to curb it during most activities but when you were stressed and uncomfortable it reared its head. 

You heard the sound of Scara’s voice and turned to look at him but were interrupted by the healer entering the room. “Hello, are you ready?” As soon as they placed the items close to you, you went stiff. You wanted so badly to be calm but it was … impossible, look at that thing! Eyes darting to Scara you slipped into pleading but did your best to keep your thoughts to yourself. 

“Will it hurt?” Scara asked as he watched them prepare the needle and syringe. 

“Only for a second, I promise you won’t even notice it.” They looked at you but all your eyes could see was the large pointy metal bit that was about to go right through your skin and as a child reaches for their parent in the darkness, you grabbed onto Scara’s clothes. 

“Fine, give me one. I’ll show you there isn’t anything to be scared about.” Quickly, he rolled up his sleeves and after the healer prepared a second needled, they held his arm while he looked in your direction. 

“Ready?”

“Get it over with.” You watched as the needle moved to his arm, your head shaking but he seemed so calm. “See there is nothing to -- FUCK WHAT THE .. SHIT!?” His sudden outburst startled both you and the healer, but their professionalism powered through until it was all done. 

“Wasn’t that bad … huh?” You laughed, your hand covering your mouth as you watched him stare daggers into the person at his side. 

“Shut up, I’m leaving.” 

“Wait! I still haven’t gotten mine!!” 

“Too bad, you’re on your own.” 

“Scara!” He pushed his way through the door and you heard him shouting indiscernibly down the hall. 

“Are you ready?” The healer asked, and you began to bite your nails.  

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[finelinevogue]

Obsessed with your imagines you so when they have 3 kids and they’re all older! What about one where Harry has to have a sex talk with his kids OR y/n and Harry come home to find their kids throwing a party? I think both could be super funny

this has me excited cause i love the idea of them throwing a party when y/n and harry are at date night!! (does contain smut)

oli - 21, felix - 19, belle - 16

“We’re so fucking screwed.”

“Belle, for the millionth time, chill the fuck out.”

But how the fuck was anyone supposed to be chill when there was a full-on house party, close to being a rave, occurring in their house? A house that was their mum’s life work. A house party that their parents new nothing about. A night where absolutely anything and everything could go wrong.

The three siblings stood at the bottom of the stairs, in front of the door, looking around at the scenes occurring between each room. There were girls whispering to each other on the sofas, there was a group of guys playing beer pong in the kitchen and there was a large group of people hanging around by the pool and some even taking a dip. What had meant to be a low-key party had managed to turn into the whole neighbourhood plus the next town over. It was completely overboard.

“Who’s idea was this again?” Belle asked, clearly not understanding the full reasoning behind a full fledged party in their house.

“All of ours.” Oli responded, when in reality it was really just his, and a bit of Felix, idea.

“Nope. I’m not getting grounded because you two dickheads wanted to be rebels.” Belle put her hands up as if to stop this whole situation. She did not want to be a part of this and yet had somehow got screwed up with it all.

“So what are you going to do?” Felix asked.

“Anywhere where this doesn’t have my name stamped all over it.” Belle gestured around her, all of them groaning when they heard something smash from a nearby room. They were actually going to be locked up forever after this.

“Belle, mum and dad are out for the night. Dad said he booked a hotel for them to stay over at, so they won’t even be back until tomorrow morning.” Oli explained, trying to calm down his very nervous sister.

“Yeah, plus if you’re so insistent on leaving why did you get so dressed up?” Felix did have a point. Belle had gone through the effort tonight to be looking as best she could. She was sporting a little black dress with black fishnet tights and her trusty Doc Martens. It was a very colourful outfit, as she would explain. Belle had even gone to the effort of adding glue-on gems to her makeup. Whereas her brothers were just wearing sweaters and trousers and trainers. Typical teenage boys.

“I’ll bet that’s why.” Oli nodded behind Belle and smirked as he watched his little sister turn around.

Megan Dover. Belle’s high school crush and cleverest person in the year. Felix and Oli caught Belle blush when their little sister looked at Megan, waving to her cutely. Belle was a lot more introverted than Megan, but Belle didn’t mind. She admired that Megan was so outspoken and kind and smart, but too bad they didn’t truly know of Belle’s existence. At least, not really.

“Alright fine, i’ll stay, but just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Belle rolled her eyes and then walked off in the direction of the kitchen - if she was ever going to speak to Megan she’d need at least 4 shots in her system.

“Be safe little B.” Oli waved her off and then the two brothers looked at each other knowingly. “Is Heather here?”

“Not yet no, think she’s coming with the girls in a bit.” Felix checked his phone as his brother questioned him. “What about Bea?”

“She’s upstairs.”

“Why? I thought we weren’t allowing anyone upstairs?”

“Dude she’s my girlfriend, I think she gets a pass.” Oli patted his brothers back and then saunters up the stairs two at a time to go and find his girlfriend and reintroduce her to the party.

Another smash of something glass sounding came from the kitchen, along with a turn of screams and mumbles of oops.

“Fuck, we are so screwed.” Felix muttered under his breath as he made his way to the kitchen to clean up whatever was now broken.

••••

Meanwhile, you and Harry were basking in each other’s presence at a fancy new restaurant downtown called Caste Inn.

Harry decided it was time for you to have a treat and so was taking you out for dinner and then retreating to a fancy hotel, where he would not let you rest for the whole night. He was already being really handsy this evening, but you kept swatting his prying hands away because you were in public.

“Babe, c’mon i’m dying here!” He whined as you swatted his hand away from the skirt of your dress for the fifth time since mains. You were lucky you were in a crescent shaped booth so it was hard for anyone to see what was going on underneath the table, but you still felt so exposed.

“Quit it Harry.” You sniped, returning your attention back to the desserts menu. The restaurant was that kind of place where the portions are sparrow sized and yet cost you as much as it would to donate a kidney, so there was no surprise that you were still hungry and had room for dessert.

“Just wanna love on my wife.” He pouted next to you, keeping his arm slunk around the back of the booth to continue to caress your far shoulder delicately.

“We’re in the middle of a restaurant, you’re crazy.” You snickered, trying your hardest to focus on the desserts; Tiramisu, Chocolate Orange Gateau, Pecan Pie, Creme Brulé and an endless list of more mouthwatering yumminess.

“Fucking crazy for you, yes.” He kissed your cheek once, twice and then bit it too on the third, making you moan slightly at the exposure of it all. “You used to let me do this kind of thing all the time, what happened hey?”

“I got old.” You laughed, but really you felt saddened by the thought of it. You were approaching your forties and you felt as though time wasn’t on your side anymore. Life was all flying by so fast and it was becoming so hard to stop it for a moment to see how beautiful it all is. Harry could tell you were faking your happiness in that moment and he hated that you felt this way. He loved you. He would worship the ground you walk upon. Nothing would ever be too much of an ask for him if it meant keeping your happy. Yes, you were getting older, but it didn’t mean that was a bad thing. At least you were getting older together and becoming maturer together.

“Talk to me, love.” He gently asked, knowing there was something on your mind that was bothering you.

“I just… I just feel like i’m getting older—”

“You are love, yes.” He interrupted you, which earned him a slap to the thigh. He didn’t let your hand go though, leaving it to rest on his tight thigh.

“And then suddenly that’s going to be it. No more Y/N.”

“Don’t say things like that to me, please love.” Harry shook his head, squeezing your hand a little tighter.

“And I feel like i’ll have regretted not doing so many things. Like I won’t have lived my life.”

“Things like?”

“Things like riding a motorcycle with you. Things like staying up all night with a bottle of wine and a good bit of Elvis. Reckless things, like skinny dipping or crashing a high school party. Things like, having my husband finger fuck me in a public restaurant. I remember when everything seemed so free and chaotic and I loved it. Now I feel stuck.”

“Stuck how, love?” Harry leaned in closer to you, his eyes full of love and determination because if that’s what you wanted he could give you all those things - especially the orgasm.

“I’m a mum, H. You’re a dad. We’re parents,m. Good ones at that. Aren’t we supposed to be grown up and responsible now? We don’t get to take risks anymore, because we have a family right? God, I sound so pathetic.” You sighed and put the menu down, not thinking about which pudding you wanted to fill yourself up with anymore.

“Babe. If you want to ride a motorcycle and go skinny dipping then let’s fucking do it. Why are you so afraid to hold back? Because we have kids, because darling believe me when I tell you - however much it disturbs me - our kids are out doing just as many reckless and crazy things as we used to do. Maybe we should fuck the prestigious system and show our children, all parents - including us - that adulthood, parenthood, doesn’t define the choices you make. We do.”

You couldn’t stop looking at your husband, drinking in every last drop of his beauty. His words filled your heart with rose petals and chocolates, warming you up delightfully. God, you were so lucky to have him. He helped you through the most toughest of times and continued to stick with you, not because a ring says he has to, but because he loves you. Undeniably and irrevocably loves you.

That was all it took for you to comply.

Quickly, you moved one of your legs under the table cloth so it draped over Harry’s thighs and made an opening between your legs. The cloth hid everything well, along with the dirty napkins that sat upon your laps.

“Wh- what are you doing love?” Harry asked confused, after not hearing a word back from you for his earlier speech.

“Harry I love you, I do, but will you just shut up and fuck my pussy with your fingers already.” You whispered wetly against his ear with your lips. He groaned at the words and tightened his grip around your leg, widening the gap he had to work with.

His hand slid underneath your dress slowly, squeezing the flesh of your thighs in tease, until he got to where your panties were. Or at least where they should be.

“Shit, you’re not wearing any pants?” Harry asked quizzically, pushing his fingers against your glistening pussy and feeling just how ready you were for him.

“Oh fuck!” You muffled out before Harry quickly slapped your slit because you were making too much noise, which only then made you squeal a bit more. He slapped your cunt hard enough the second time for you to get the memo that you needed to be quiet - but fuck was that a challenge. As much as you can be quiet, you just don’t like to be. You like knowing that your moans and whines turn Harry in even more, just as much as you love hearing his.

“Fucking hell, soaked already.” His fingers toyed with the folds of your cunt, feeling how puffy they were between his ringed fingers. “Gotta be quiet for me okay?” Just as he started pushing his delicious fingers inside of you, the waiter turned up at the table with a cheery face and not a bouncing clue what was happening between the two of you.

“Desserts?” He asked politely with his charming smile, but you didn’t see it for too long before having to close your eyes shut at the sudden movement of Harrys fingers. He wasn’t stopping on the waiters behalf, in fact he was more forcefully going for it. He moved his fingers in circles inside of you, thumbing over your clit in the way he knew you desired most. He was insatiable.

Reckless.

“No, just the bill please. Need to take my wife home to take care of some things.” Harry spoke for you both, not understanding why he was being so open with the amount of information he was giving away. But fucking hell you didn’t care because his fingers were providing you pleasures beyond reason.

“Yes Sir. I’ll only be two minutes.” He smiled again before he was gone, taking the menus with him.

“Here that baby?” Harry whispered into your ear, moving his fingers more freely now there was less of an audience, “you’ve got two minutes to cum.”

“Wha—”

Questioning his authority would have to wait, for Harry got to work very quickly and perfectly. His fingers slicked in and out of you so erotically and if it wasn’t for the live music and loud chatter of the room, the sounds of his fingers driving in and out of you would be heard by everyone. His fingers curled to all the right places, touching the most sensitive parts of your walls and hell did it feel blissful.

“I’d say you’ve got about a minute left baby, and I think you can cum for me before then. Can’t you? Or am I not good enough for that kind of release anymore?” Harry taunted you and pressed wet kisses to your ear. You were too lost in euphoric paradise to notice, or even care, whether anyone could see or was watching you both. You were too focused on your husband. Your Harry.

“N-no. I can cum. You’re so good - shit - so g-good.” You stammered out, breathless from the air stolen from your lungs because of this erotic moment. This was so bad behaved of you both that you were starting to get a high off of it.

“Cum for me then baby. Do it. I’ve got you.” He kissed your lips to capture the moan that trailed off your tongue as you reached your high. You felt so high and yet so safe. Harry steadied you as your legs shook and kissed you senseless, to quieten your whines. He admired that you had been so willing for this and he would be lying if he said he didn’t have a raging hard-on right now.

“I love you,” you raced out quickly, “I love you.”

“I love you, Y/N.” He kissed your lips again and withdrew his fingers from your dripping cunt. You picked up a napkin but he quite quickly took it away from you, throwing it to the other side of the table.

“What are you doing?” You whisper shouted, needing to clean yourself up.

“More like what are you doing?”

“Cleaning my mess.” You said frustratedly.

“Leave that to me.” He spoke whilst holding intense eye contact with you, bringing his fingers that were coated in your arousal to his lips and sucking them dry. Every last drop worked its way into his mouth and he salivated at the taste - the smell.

“Harry—”

“The bill Sir.” The waiter interrupted you without knowing. Harry took out his wallet and used his card on the card machine, before signing his name on the cheque as if to affirm that he has paid.

“Thank you.” Harry spoke kindly, completely different to how he was with you all but two minutes ago.

“Thank you Sir, Ma’am. Have a lovely rest of your evening.” And he wad gone again with his smile.

Harry turned to you with the largest grin on his face, “Oh we will.”

••••

“Oli stop eating the leftover lasagne it’s for mums lunch!”

Belle was rushing around trying to chill everything down. The party was so out of control that even Oli and Felix were wasted. Megan was blowing hot and cold with her too, so she had no idea where she stood with them.

People were everywhere. Too many people that it was becoming claustrophobic. Felix was currently playing beer pong with a group of his friends, Heather attached at his hip, whilst Oli was sitting on the kitchen countertop eating cold lasagne. The boy was like chuffing Garfield. Belle was doing her best to keep calm, but as the night progressed it started to become worse and worse as it got harder to control.

As Belle turned to leave the kitchen, her brother clearly not listening to her, she bumped into someone. Kyle. Fucking Kyle. The guy who had obsessed over her to the point where Harry was seriously considering getting a restraining order on him to protect his daughter. He was a straight A creep and Belle hadn’t even realised he’d been invited to this party. Then again, over half of these people had most definitely not been invited.

“Oh hey Isabelle.” He stressed her whole name, knowing how much she hated it. Well, she didn’t hate her name she just hated him saying her name.

“Go away Kyle.”

“But I just got here.”

“And now you can just leave. Party’s ending anyways.” Belle stood her ground, but her hands were shaking from being even remotely close to this guy. He was disgusting to the point where if you were stuck between having to choose between being with him or eating mouldy cheese, you’d eat the cheese on a fucking silver platter.

“Looks quite alive to me.”

“Well i’m shutting it down and you’re going to leave. Now.”

“You need to liven up Belle.” Kyle chuckled through his nose, making him look scary as he towered over Belle, “let me help you.” He leaned forwards to grab her arm but she was quick to push him away.

“No! Leave me alone!” Belle shouted, trying to dodge around him but he was quicker. He grabbed her arm tight and pulled her back to him, chest touching chest. “Get off me Kyle.” Belle squirmed in his hold, which only made Kyle happier - the creep.

“C’mon Bella, live a little.”

“My name’s not Bella and I told you to get the fuck off of me.” Belle pulled back with all her might, whilst kicking him square in the balls - probably hard enough so he’ll never be able to have children - and then drove her knee up to crack his nose - successfully. Damn, that felt good. Heavily badass, actually.

“You fucking psycho!” Kyle held his nose and his balls in pain, straightening himself up as if to launch himself with fury at Belle. Luckily for her the outburst between the pair had caught attention of people - including Oli and Felix.

Oli was quick to step in front of Kyle, Felix just behind him. “You dare lay a fucking finger on my sister and I swear to you you’ll regret it.” Oli threatened, fists curled tight at his sides.

Heather came to hug Belle, comforting as she cried through the after shock of the situation. She’d been so brave and handled herself so well though. “You okay?” She kindly asked.

“Y-yeah.” No.

Everyone was now watching. The music had been muted to the point where you could tell it was playing but you couldn’t tell which song it was. Friends of Oli and Felix were standing close by in case things got messy, which normally only happened between the two brothers and not this way. Doors could be heard opening and shutting as people came in and out from places to watch the debacle occur between the hosts of the party and the unwelcome visitor. Oli and Felix knew they had to be careful though, because one wrong video and it could badly effect their dad’s career. Belle shook in Heathers arms and wished this nightmare of an evening to be over.

“Oh the whore’s not worth it anyways.” Kyle laughed, rolling his eyes as he pointed towards Belle.

“The fuck did you just call my daughter?”

Oh fucking shit balls.

“Dad?” Belle asked warily, seeing his dad stood in the doorway of the front door, her mum standing close behind him with her hand tightly clutched to his. As much as Belle was terrified that her parents had busted them, she also felt safe in their presence.

“Oh and here comes perfect-dad-of-the-year Harry Styles to the rescue.” Kyle teased which made Felix move forward in protest of his words.

“Fix.” Harry sternly called his name, making his son stop and look towards his dad who was shaking his head with a soft smile. Harry walked over towards Belle first, you still clutched tightly to him. “You alright?” He asked sincerely, not looking cross or disappointed at all. Belle nodded quickly and kept her head pressed to Heather’s chest. Harry turned to see his boys, raising his eyebrows to wordlessly ask them the same question to which they nodded too.

Harry dropped your hand, leaving you to stand with your sons, and left your forehead with a kiss before making his way to Kyle. “You okay boys?” You asked again, even though you knew Harry just asked.

“Yeah. Are you mum?” Oli asked, coming to wrap his arm around his mums neck to comfort her. He was so kind and thoughtful, just like his dad.

“Listen up, Kyle.” Harry started, keeping a good distance between him and the boy, “If you ever come near my family again i’m ordering a restraining order. That’s not a threat, it’s a promise. If you break that order you’ll be going to jail. Big league jail too. Again not a threat, a promise. So you’re going to leave my house, this property in its’ entirety and go home to sit in your room and think about whether you would prefer to be in a prison cell instead. Do you understand?”

Okay, you’d be lying if you said his authority didn’t turn you on.

“Y-yeah.” Kyle mumbled pathetically.

“I said do you understand?” Harry repeated again, clearly not satisfied with the answer given.

“Yes Mr Styles.” Kyle said more surely, before scramming from the house, from the party and from the neighbourhood.

“Now everyone out of my house before I call the police.” Everyone knew how that was not an empty threat and dashed out of his house. Some looked at him in awe, because this was probably their once and only chance of being in the presence of the Harry Styles. He sighed as he walked to the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen counter to think.

“Should we—” Belle started to talk but you cut her off.

“No, hunny. Let me go talk to your dad. You lot,” referring to your children and girlfriends who’d kindly stayed behind in support, “can go fetch some bin liners and start cleaning this all up.” You pointed around to the mess that was your house, before walking off to the kitchen.

You looked around at the mess. A broken vase. Litter everywhere. Half-drunken drinks left on the table. Bottle openers you definitely didn’t own before tonight. Trousers? You couldn’t help but giggle at the surrounding sight.

“What’s got you laughing?” Harry asked, still in his fancy shoes and fancy coat, you still in your fancy heels and your fancy coat. Yet, you were both standing in what looks like a garbage dump site. Harry moved his hand away from his face and looked at you with a blank expression.

“You were right!” You laughed.

“Your reaction as if that’s a bloody miracle, love, which kind of an ego crush, but continue.” He rolled his eyes and you rolled yours in response. You clicked your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, he kept his wrapped around his own obviously still closing himself off.

“Our kids are being reckless and crazy.” You recalled dinners earlier conversation, smiling up at him in admiration.

“I didn’t actually mean it, it was just a quick way to make you feel better.” He groaned in frustration.

“Well gee thanks babe!” You laughed at the whole irony of this situation. “Harry, babe, look at me,” you had to used your hand to turn his cheek to face you, stroking his cheek to calm him, “adulthood - parenthood - doesn’t define the choices we have to make. We do. And our children, apart from that last little bit, seemed like they had the most freeing and most brilliant night yet! Let them be reckless H. Let them make mistakes. Just because this happened doesn’t make us bad parents, and it doesn’t make us bad parents if we decide no punishment—”

“Ha like that’s going to happen!” Harry cut you off and you glared at him to just shut up.

“Just shut up, you oaf. Let the kids live while they’re young.”

“You did not just reference one of my songs.” Harry looked to the ceiling as he smiled widely, before shortly laughing at how cheesy that was. “Oh my god Y/N!”

“What? Was is that bad?”

“Yes, babe. Yeah it really was.” He looked back down at you to see you smiling and he couldn’t help but cup your cheeks and kiss you silly. His perfect lips fit yours and you tasted him until you couldn’t breathe. “I love you.”

“I love you. Now go help clean up.” You ordered him, making him look at you confused.

“What the hell have I done to deserve this?”

“You booked the hotel for next weekend instead of this weekend you div. Now go.” You smacked his backside and he strolled back over to you and pushed you into the counter. You gasped at the sudden motion.

“Do that again and let’s see what happens.” He whispered dangerously against your lips.

“Go clean up and then see what’s waiting in our bedroom.” You bit your lip and tugged Harry’s hand to under your dress, giving him only a slight feel of how wet you were before letting his hand go and walking away.

“Kids, hand me a bloody bin bag. Now!”

[majestyeverlasting]

Everyone I Love’s in This Place

Paring: Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

Children: Jamie (James Jr.) and Eden, ages 9 and 8

Summary: There are some places that always manage to feel like home. And after spending time with the Wilson family and their friends in Delacroix, you can safely say that the little community is one of them. Even more so when you get to dance with them into the night.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Consider this an ode to togetherness and good times. There's lots of warmth with cuteness and humor sprinkled in. The title is a line from the song "Idle Town" by Conan Gray, and I thought it was fitting for this story. I hope you enjoy!

All it took one glance around the table to let you know that you were right where you belonged. It was a deep knowing that settled within the innermost part of you. The evening air was warm. And along with the sound of utensils meeting ceramic plates, laughter rose up to the sky like an offering. Not a single pair of eyes, from the lightest blue to the darkest brown, was void of light. The faces of those who started off as strangers seemed as though you’d known them for a lifetime. As if you’d personally been around to see the genesis of their smile lines or spent countless hours with them under the Delacroix sun.

The Wilson’s were hosting Thanksgiving. After settling into a rental along a bayou the previous day, you, Bucky, and the kids had swung by to assist with last minute prep. A few of their cousins were at the family residence as well, and 80s R&B played as you sat in the kitchen assembling centerpieces. They consisted of petite vases and thin artificial berry branches. Small white pumpkins were to be placed around them once on the table. Sarah had already finished cooking everything, and was tidying up the house, though it already seemed presentable. Jamie and Eden were somewhere off playing with Cass and AJ. Bucky and Sam were in the backyard situating the outdoor dining table and seats.

Now, as you sat gathered with everyone, it was nice to see that everything had come together. The rest of dinner carried on with stories and jokes being traded as if they were of the utmost value. When it came time for dessert, you helped Sarah bring out the cakes, pies, and cobblers to the serving table. Within a matter of seconds, a line formed. The children, especially, were ready to have their fill.

“Just so you all know,” Sam began after everyone had settled back into their seats. “My baby sister really did her thing with these desserts. Especially the pecan pie. She let me try some last night, and you’re lucky I even saved y’all any.”

“I believe that’s worth drinking to,” Ghalen said. He was a fisherman and long-time family friend of the Wilsons'. “To Sarah and her magic.” He raised his glass.

“To Sarah,” Everyone echoed.

She smiled and shook her head. “Thanks. There’s no other bunch I’d rather use up all my sugar for.”

Later that evening, everyone settled at the fire pit down by the lake. The tide lapped gently onto the shore and crickets chirped from their places tucked within the grass. Above, the sky was a rich blue, and the remaining sunlight casted the color onto the face of the water. There was no denying a certain stillness had settled over the group. But it wasn’t void of life. There was still plenty of that as people took turns sharing memories and expressing what they were thankful for. Every so often, Bucky would take a swig from his beer. The air of ease surrounding him had yet to fade. It was a good look on him.

At one point, Ghalen began to recount a fishing trip with his father from when he was a boy. He told the story with his whole body, eyes scanning and hands moving. His hair was a bold silver from age, and that only added to his wise demeanor. As Bucky listened, he leaned forward in interest with each new detail and twist. When the man finished, he clasped his hands together and looked around.

“How about some music?” He proposed. “I could go for a few tunes right about now. Hope I didn’t put anybody to sleep.”

“Absolutely not, Len. I don’t see a single shut eye,” Ciara, cousin to Sarah and Sam, spoke up. “You’re one of the best storytellers around these parts.”

“Well, thank you. I appreciate that.”

“'Course.” The smile she gave him was ethereal. “I say we crank up some classics for old times’ sake,” she said. “Hey, Ace, did you bring your portable speaker out here?” Ace was her teenage son.

“Yeah, it’s right here,” he picked it up from its place on the ground. “Anyone got a request?”

“It’s never the wrong time for some Marvin Gaye,” said one of Sarah’s friends.

“True,” Ciara chuckled. “I had 'Ain’t No Mountain High Enough' on repeat all last week. Everybody else down for Gaye?

There were no objections, and the very song she mentioned was settled upon. It featured Tammi Terell.”

As soon as the first few notes broke into the air, heads began to bob as feet tapped. Seeing it as a perfect opportunity to get attention, some of the children sprung up from their chairs and began grooving. Eden, being among them. She joined hands with one of the girls she’d been talking to all evening, and they hopped around and took turns spinning each other. A few of the adults jumped up as well, and when the chorus rolled around, they belted it into the night.

‘Cause baby, there ain’t no mountain high enough

Ain’t no valley low enough,

Ain’t no river wide enough

To keep me from getting to you, baby

Towards the end of the song, Jamie had taken your hand and coaxed you up for the remainder. With those pretty blue eyes that looked just like his father’s, it was impossible to resist. You smiled until your cheeks hurt. As the final notes drifted into the air, an applause rose from those who had remained seated. Bucky was one of them. He was relaxed back into his chair with his legs a part in a small man-spread. When he caught your gaze, you got butterflies from the adoration that was radiating straight to you.

If only the night and the feelings it fostered could’ve lasted forever. After losing yourself to the countless songs that went on to play, it eventually came time for the last one. A classic by The Temptations.

I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day

When it’s cold outside

I’ve got the mouth of May

I guess you’d say

What can make me feel this way

My girl, my girl, my girl

Sam shot Bucky a look. “Man, you better get up and dance with your girl for this one.” He then drunk from his beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Bucky looked to where you were swaying to the rhythm with Jamie, Eden, Sarah, and her boys. Surely, you were the embodiment of beauty and grace. Suddenly, the music began to resonate on a level that compelled him to stand.

“You know what? I think I will.”

Given that your back was turned to him, you startled a bit when he wrapped his arms around your waist and began moving along with you.

“Daddy!” Eden chirped.

“Hey, sunshine.” He smiled down at her. “You guys mind if I steal this one away from you?”

Sarah offered a smile. “Not at all.” With that, Bucky pulled you away from the group.

You wrapped your arms around his neck upon settling in a spot. The light of the fire illuminated his face. “Hey, handsome.” You leaned in to give his lips a sweet peck.

“Hey,” he breathed. “I love watching you enjoy yourself.”

“Well, it sure is easy to have a good time around here. It’s like you can’t help but to.”

“I know. I’m really glad we were able to make the trip. Wouldn’t trade tonight for the world.”

“Me neither.”

I don’t need no money, fortune, or fame

I’ve got all the riches baby one man can claim

Well I guess you’d say

What can make me feel this way

My girl, my girl, my girl

Upon feeling a small tap on his lower back, Bucky turned around. Standing there was a girl with wide eyes and a head full of thick long curls.

“Are you two in love?” She asked.

His brows rose, but then he chuckled and spared you a quick look.

“We are,” he told her.

“That’s nice,” she mused. “I love a lot of people. In fact, everyone I love’s in this place.”

That was easy to believe. Delacroix was just the place to love and be in love. There would never be a big enough thank you to extend to the little community. But as surely as the sun sets at the end of each day, you were going to find a way to come close.

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Songs featured (both are YouTube links): "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell and "My Girl" by The Temptations.

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