#what a nice fella ain't ya?

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I offer this quick doodle and I shall run away again

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Gimme that little goober

Snatches

[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

More of mean Arthur plssss😋😋😋

tags ͡˚̣̣̣𓎟𓎟　 very lowhonour　 agegap(he's older)　 hes possessive?　 you're slightly oblivious　 mdni suggestive themes near the end　 a.m ౨ৎ ⋆ ｡ ˚

arthur finally had enough of camp, enough of clemens point, that he had you strung along with him to go to the saloon in rhodes. of course, you were excited because you've never really left the camp grounds since the blackwater planning. you overheard sean talking loudly about much of a pretty town rhodes is. how the town bas its own gunsmith, general store, butcher, post office, sheriff's office and even a church. so obviously you were happy enough to go anything to leave the stress of camp. arthurs plan was just to finally have time to himself.. and his woman.

“'s so nice in here, arthur!”

“'nd filled with fellers so y'better stay close, understand?”

and that you did. you stayed close as you walked in with him. only for arthur to wrap his thick arm around your waist, letting the other folk know that you were spoken for. arthur gave a small nod towards you, indicating that you pick a table to sit and you follow suit. while you waited for him to come back, you flattened out your skirt and tucked your shirt a little more. the saloon was lively as ever! folks were having fun as they're drinking, laughing, dancing, it was a lovely sight to see, catching yourself smiling at the thought.

“hi there, doll. how're ya?”

you looked up, expecting to see arthur back, and then it wasn't him, but a very older man who was sitting very close to you. although, he seemed a little... gross, but he seemed nice enough to talk to, just until arthur came back. that's fine, right? the man seemed okay despite his flirting limes that you were completely oblivious to.

“yer a pretty one, honey.. a man like me could have ya enjoy yerself.”

“lemme show ya how to enjoy yerself, sugar.”

“are ya spoken for, sweetheart?”

only that caught you off guard, taking the rose coloured glasses off to realise what the man really wanted. but before you could say reply with some sweet words to get him off ur back, a certain cowboy came to ur rescue─

“pardon me, fellar, but are you talkin' to my woman?” your back straighten almost instandly, like you got caught doing something bad. that was a tone you were familiar with, the tome he'd used to threaten and intimadate another. the tone he used when pent-up anger was coursing through his bones. surely the other man wanted no trouble, everyone by now knew about arthur and his temper. “she was sittin' alone, 'nd who leaves a pretty woman all by hersel'?”

god, what an awful fool.

──

“arthur─ arthur, 'm sorry─ i didn't realise he was flirtin' with me!” you protest while he practically drags you up the stairs to your paid room, not without leaving that man to a bloody mess, of course. you didn't know he was flirting with you, really! he just seemed like a nice fella.. he was sitting close, yes, but that could mean anything. “c'mon girl, i know you ain't that stupid, are ya? y'knew exactly what he was doin, 'nd yer were most into it, too.”

although you let him drag you up to your shared room, he was always so cruel when he was one of these moods, never thought before he spoke, ever. he was always so so mean, and he'd never apologise. well, unless he saw you sob in front of him, only then.. he might apologise, but then again, he might. ye thought you looked pretty when you cried.

and so he manhandled you onto his lap, his iron grip against your hips might leave you a big bruise or two but you didn't mind too much, too focused on getting your older boyfriend to calm down just slightly. “arthur... y'know i love you, that man was just w big ol' fool, drunken fellers like that don't know what they're sayin'.” you say softly, trying to ease out his temper. “well he wasn't getting quiite touchy, i aint like that. he would've done more t'ya if it werent fir me.”

“maybe i should remind me how no other man is gonna love ya like i do, hm?”

[privatebullshit]

with faith undaunted [part 05.]

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part 05. departure [3.8k+ words]

summary: y/n y/l/n is a nurse-in-training when she meets joseph j. toye in 1942, shortly after the attack on pearl harbor, at camp toccoa. she's the americana dream, he's a reckless private. what happens when their fates cross paths?

♡ follow along on their journey of love, loss, and hardship as the story progresses in events taking place before, during, and after the war. ♡

warnings: language, guarnere during the ship scene

a/n: ugh, another kinda sad one. . .

song rec: smoke signals - phoebe bridgers, video games - lana del rey

wfu taglist: @luvrottt @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @fromjupitertocentauri @annasansh @bluecanvasshoe @catbusloki

previous parts: 00. promo 01. remembrance 02. blossoming 03. timidity 04. longing

wfu masterlist bofb masterlist

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The troop ship was a floating boiler room, the smell of iron and sweat mixing in the damp, unmoving air as the men crowded the bunks. The moisture clung to Joe's skin and dripped from his hair, causing him to wipe his face with the sleeve of his uniform.

Skip was going on and on about the Pacific and naked native girls, the image making several men encourage him to keep talking, their excitement becoming more apparent. Even Perconte was on board with the idea. This was going to be a long journey.

Joe rolled his eyes, "Hey guys, I'm glad I'm going to Europe." He pulled out his jump knife, popping the blade open, "Hitler gets one of these right across the windpipe, Roosevelt changes Thanksgivin' to Joe Toye Day, and pays me ten grand a year for the rest of my fuckin' life." Joe grinned to himself at the thought; that would be enough money to go anywhere, buy a nice big house, get his sweetheart a ring— Jesus, he was thinking about marriage already.

Some of the men chuckled at his comment, one soldier asking, "What if we don't get to Europe? What if they send us to North Africa?"

Guarnere took his cigarette out of his mouth, "My brotha's in North Africa. He says it's hot."

Malarkey looked up from what he was reading, "Really? It's hot in Africa?"

"Shut up. Point is, it don' matta where we go. Once we get into combat, the only person you can trust is yourself and the fella next to ya," Guarnere replied with a shrug. Joe hummed in agreement, looking over to the side as George started to climb to the top of the bunks.

"Hey, as long as he's a Paratrooper," Joe said, sitting up and leaning against his folded arms.

"Oh, yeah?" George said, still climbing, "And what if that Paratrooper turns out to be Sobel?"

Another soldier responded, "If I'm next to Sobel in combat, I'm moving on down the line— hook up with some other officer, like, uhh, Heyliger or Winters." Several of the other men murmured in agreement.

Guarnere spoke up again, "I like Winters; he's a good man, but when the bullets start flyin'?" He shook his head skeptically, "I don' know if I want a Quaker doin' my fightin' for me."

Skip popped his head out from the bunk above, passing his cigarette to Malarkey, "How d'y'know he's a Quaker?"

Guarnere shifted to sit on the edge of his bunk, taking a second before standing up, "He ain't Catholic."

Joe raised an eyebrow, wondering where this was going.

"Neither's Sobel," someone reminded Guarnere, causing him to scoff and take another drag of his cigarette.

"That prick's a son of Abraham."

Oh, shit. This wasn't gonna end well. Joe's eyes flicked over to Liebgott who had a defensive expression on his face.

"He's what?" Liebgott asked.

"He's a Jew," Guarnere sneered.

Liebgott threw his cigarette to the floor with an "oh, fuck," jumping off his bunk to get up in Guarnere's face. The other men quieted down to listen to what he had to say.

"I'm a Jew," Lieb said, standing threateningly in front of the Italian.

Guarnere looked him up and down, disgust evident on his face, "Congratulations. Get your nose outta my face."

Within seconds, Liebgott hooked his fist at Guarnere, starting a frenzy as men got up to split them apart. Joe got up too, hands latching onto uniforms in an attempt to break the scuffle.

Lieb narrowed his eyes at Joe, pushing off the men holding him back, "This ain't any of your business, lover boy."

Joe scooted his way through the other men, standing tall in front of Liebgott, "Yeah, well, you made it everyone's goddamn business when you decided to start a fight."

Silence fell upon the ship, George giving Joe a warning look. Joe exhaled sharply through his nose, deciding it wasn't worth it to argue with Liebgott again, turning to settle back on his bunk. Before he could fully, Lieb's high-pitched voice rang through his ears.

"How's that broad anyway, Toye?"

Joe turned back around slowly, men parting to create a clear path between him and Liebgott.

"She's not a broad, she's my woman," Joe said gruffly.

"Yeah, fuck. What makes ya think that she's gonna wait for ya while we're out fightin' the Krauts?" Liebgott asked, lighting up another cigarette.

Joe's teeth ground against each other as he clenched his jaw, "I trust her, so fuck off. I shouldn't even have to explain myself to you."

Liebgott took a step forward, blowing his smoke in Toye's face. Joe's hands balled into fists at the action, but he restrained himself from doing anything rash.

"Well, don't start cryin' when you get a 'Dear John' letter. Give it a few months, she'll be openin' her legs to the next man in uniform," Liebgott jeered.

And so, it was a blur as Joe tackled Liebgott to the floor, throwing blows to his head as the latter tried to fight back. The men shouted around them, trying to get them to stop before one of the officers came down. Lieb's lip busted open, blood trickling down his chin as he pinned Joe, hitting him in the mouth back, causing Joe to bite his own tongue with a pained grunt.

The two grappled on the ground for a bit, shrugging off the hands that tried to stop them. Joe pushed Liebgott off, knee against his stomach as he yelled at him and protected y/n's reputation from Lieb's defamatory statements. It took Luz and Guarnere to pry Joe off of Lieb, the bigger man trembling with anger.

"I told you not to talk like that about her, Liebgott," Joe warned, his voice seething with irritation. His teeth were coated in a thin sheen of blood as he scowled, hair messy and out of place, some strands sticking to his sweaty forehead.

"Fuck you," Liebgott retorted, wincing as he wiped the blood from his busted lip. A few of the guys escorted him away, leaving Joe to collapse back on his bunk, licking away the metallic taste on his teeth.

"Jesus Christ, you two are gonna kill each other before we get to England," Luz mumbled.

"I don't fuck around when it comes to my girl, Luz," Joe said gruffly, the scowl still etched onto his face.

"Listen, Joe, we're with you on this, but you can't leap at Liebgott's throat every time he riles you up. You're gonna get yourself in trouble with one of the officers, or worse, Sobel," Perconte spoke up, brushing his teeth lazily.

Joe let out a sigh of exasperation, running his hands down his face, but he knew Perconte was right. The last thing any of them needed was a punishment while they were on the brink of war. He closed his eyes and drowned out the loud chatter of the men, managing to somewhat rest as the ship continued to sail.

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Aldbourne, England, circa late 1943

Joe managed to stay out of trouble while training with Easy in Aldbourne. They worked on different fighting tactics, learned how to dig fox holes, and were taught all sorts of different terms for the field. He adapted quickly, each day getting closer to when they were supposed to drop into France. His stomach churned in knots thinking about it, but he tried to push the uneasiness aside.

Joe was sitting on the steps on the outside of one of the bakeries, watching people pass him by. He chewed on the end of his cigarette gently, trying to make the most out of it before lighting another. He had used one of his weekend passes to go to London so he could find something to send y/n, just like he promised. He tossed his dead Lucky Strike to the ground, standing up to walk across the street to a fancy store. He picked up a magazine from the rack outside, flipping through the pages.

He'd never had to buy for a lady before, so he was quite lost while staring at a popular fashion catalogue. Joe eventually had to push away his pride and ask a saleswoman to help him choose a few beauty items.

"What does your lady fancy?" she asked Joe, holding back a laugh at his confused expression.

"Uhm, she wears some stuff on her cheeks, and lipstick, I guess," he replied sheepishly, looking around the store.

"What does she do?" the lady turned to face him, inspecting the picture in his locket that he'd taken out. "She's a lush lass."

Joe flushed, nodding in agreement, "She's in the Army Nurse Corps, my y/n."

The woman's eyes lit up, letting out a hum of acknowledgement as she went to the back of the store to fetch something. She came back with a small, but beautiful kit that was specifically made for servicewomen. It was compact enough to fit in the pockets of their uniforms.

Joe held it in his hands, inspecting the contents. It had rouge, powder, lipstick, a mirror, a comb, and some other things a man like him didn't quite recognize. He fished some money out of his pocket, fumbling with the unfamiliar currency, finally paying for the perfect gift for his love.

He sought out Vest when he returned to Aldbourne after his pass expired, handing him the kit without much context.

"This for me?" Vest joked, beginning to box it.

Joe let out a low chuckle, "Y'know who it's for."

Vest nodded, "Your darling, yes, you never fail to mention her. Are you going to send any sort of letter with this?"

See, Joe would've, he really would've, but he was unsure of how to write a proper love letter. It was embarrassing to admit, so he shook his head, taking out a small piece of paper with the words "Love, Joe," scribbled on it.

"Just this," he admitted, causing Vest to laugh.

"Jeez, Toye, very romantic," he said, earning a bop on the head.

"Let me know if she sends anythin' back, thanks," Joe placed a pack of cigarettes on the counter, which Vest took eagerly.

About a few weeks later, he had received a letter addressed to him from y/n, hands trembling with anticipation as he opened it carefully.

To My Darling Joseph,

I received the makeup kit in the mail, and it's the most thoughtful gift that I've been given so far. Thank you, my love. I do miss you to tears, and I find myself busy these days with work at the hospitals here. I've gotten in touch with Sergeant Lipton's wife, she said that you all are in Aldbourne now.

How I wish I could be with you, my Joe. You're in my prayers every day, don't forget that. I love you, please write to me soon.

With love,

Your Darling Y/N

Joe's heart fluttered as he read the letter, hugging it to his chest afterward. On the bottom, next to her intricate signature, was a kiss mark in the same shade of the lipstick he bought her. He melted as he pressed his lips to it, sighing in content.

His stomach did a flip as he realized he would have to write back sooner rather than later, but he wasn't keen on asking for help— his stubborn attitude hindering his progress.

He hunched over a piece of paper with a pencil in hand, hovering over the page as he wracked his brain for the right words to say. He must've sat there for a good twenty minutes or so; he didn't even notice Welsh standing beside him.

Harry watched with a gap-toothed smile as Joe tapped his pencil on the blank paper repeatedly, mumbling to himself about how to start a letter. There was a furrow in his brow as he resorted to gnawing on the end of the pencil in thought.

"Havin' trouble there, lover boy?" Harry laughed, making Joe jump slightly in surprise as the former took a seat next to his friend. Joe gave him a lighthearted eyeroll, "Is that seriously my nickname now?"

"Yep, and ya sure look like you could use some help," Harry leaned in, pretending to inspect the page.

"Oh, fuck off. I'm not used to these things like you are," Joe huffed, abandoning the pencil to light up a Lucky Strike with the gifted lighter. He wasn't good with romantic words, or whatever the hell Harry was sending Kitty in those letters every other week. He was silent for a bit, noting Harry's cheeky expression as he stared at the lighter.

"Did y/n give you that?" he asked, pointing to the engraved silver.

Joe nodded proudly, splaying his palm to give Harry a better look, "She sure did, part of my lucky charms."

"Charms? Plural? What's the other one?"

Joe dug into his shirt, pulling out the locket. He opened it to show Harry, who admired it with an awe-filled gaze, a sappy smile returning to his face. He pulled out a photograph of his dear Kitty from his breast pocket, his expression turning sickly sweet as he showed Joe his pride and joy.

"Ain't our girls stunnin', Joe?" Harry said, a dreamy sigh escaping his lips as he flipped the photograph over, fingers tracing her cursive handwriting on the back, which read: "To my Welshy."

"Mhm, I wouldn't trade her for the world," Joe replied, putting the locket back under his shirt.

"So, why're ya havin' trouble with writin' a letter? Just say what you feel."

"I dunno. D'you think you could help me?" Joe muttered, slapping the other man on the back as he doubled-over in laughter again. Joe's face was flushed in embarrassment once more, which seemed to happen every time he was trying to do something lovey-dovey for his sweetheart.

"What was that, Toye? The tough, Liebgott-punching, sonovabitch needs my help writing a letter to his dearest darling love?" Harry snickered boyishly, his immature attitude coming back.

Joe scowled at him, raising a threatening fist before going back to sulk over the blank page. He finally sputtered out a laugh, twirling his cigarette between his fingers as he clutched his stomach.

"You know about me punching Liebgott?" Joe asked, taking a long drag, passing his carton of smokes to Harry. The latter took a stick, using his own lighter to burn the tip, inhaling lazily.

"Everyone knows, but everyone also agrees that it was deserved," Harry shrugged.

Joe hummed, pushing the cigarette to the corner of his mouth as he picked his pencil back up, looking to Harry for directions. Harry grinned, guiding Joe through the basic motions of writing a love letter. Soon enough, he had something written in decent handwriting, his signature at the bottom.

To My Darling Y/N,

The days are long and hard without you; every day apart is another blow to the chest. Indeed, we're in Aldbourne, but soon we're to leave for Upottery. I miss you more every second I breathe; I can't wait to see you again.

You wouldn't believe it, but Captain Sobel is no longer the commander of Easy Company. After all this time, I was sure we were going to make the big jump with him. Lieutenant Meehan from Baker Company is his replacement now, so we'll see how that goes.

Keep working hard, my little nurse. I love you so. Thank you for your prayers, they keep me strong in these times.

With love,

Your Darling Joe

(P.S.: I've been thinking about using some brass knuckles, what do you think?)

The cursive was a little shaky, but Joe thought he pulled it off quite well. Harry clapped him on the shoulder, shaking him playfully, "You did it! Congrats on your first official love letter, lover boy."

Joe couldn't help but chuckle, sealing the letter in a fresh envelope. He held it in his lap, turning to Welsh, "Are you gonna marry her?"

Harry stubbed out his cigarette, nodding enthusiastically, "My Kitty girl? Hell, if I could give her a ring for every day I was away from her, I would! But, yeah, after the war is over, granted that I make it out alive. . . that's my goal."

Joe could see the sadness in Harry's eyes as he said that last part, humming thoughtfully, "Me too. I want nothin' more than to put a ring on y/n's finger, get a house, start a family— no more of this bullshit."

Harry looked over at his friend, "Then that's what we'll do, Toye. Finish this war and get back home to our women."

Joe nodded, thumb rubbing over the back of the envelope, he'd give it to Vest later to have it mailed, "We'll be at each other's weddings, yeah?"

"Yeah, buddy, of course."

— ♡

Upottery Airfield, mid 1944

Joe paced around, complaining about the amount of stuff that they'd have to bring with them in their leg backs, "Three-day supply of K-rations, chocolate bars, Charms candy, powdered coffee, sugar, and matches, compass, bayonet, entrenching tool, ammunition, gas mask, musette bag with ammo, my webbing, my .45, canteen, two cartons of smokes, Hawkins mine, two grenades, smoke grenade, gamma grenade, TNT, this bullshit, and a pair of nasty skivvies!" He slammed the underwear down, ripping off his gloves.

Perconte looked up from his spot, "What's your point?"

Joe huffed, "Y'know, this stuff weighs as much as I do. I've still got my chute, my reserve chute, my Mae West, my M-1."

"Where are you keeping your brass knuckles?" Perco asked, beginning to get up.

Joe watched him walk away, "I could use some brass knuckles. . ."

"Sergeant Martin!" Vest shouted, carrying an armload of mail.

"Hey, Vest, anythin' for me?"

Vest almost passed Joe, retracing his steps and looking down, "Actually, yes. Just came in, lucky bastard. Here."

Joe grabbed the letter and small box that Vest handed him, heart rate increasing as he recognized the familiar handwriting on the envelope. Since the first letter he sent, he mailed out many more. He had gotten a response to his previous letter just days before they were supposed to jump, he really was a lucky bastard.

To My Darling Joseph,

I hope this gets to you before the big jump, Lord knows I'm praying hard for it to get there in time! I wish you all the best, I know you'll make it to the ground safely. Just keep your head as level as you can, I know how jumpy you can get sometimes.

I'm here waiting for you, Joe. Come home soon. Say 'hi' to the boys for me, I miss them too. I love you so much.

With love,

Your Darling Y/N

(P.S.: I hope you like your gift.)

Joe blinked away the tears that threatened to spill, putting the letter in his coat pocket and grabbing the small box, cutting the tape with his jump knife.

And there they were, brass knuckles, just like he had dreamed of owning, and how she got them, he had not the slightest clue. He laughed out loud, trying them on and slicing the air with them. He quickly put the knuckles somewhere safe, considering them his third lucky charm.

Sergeant Lipton's voice rang through the airfield, "Alright, listen up, listen up! If you did not sign your GI life insurance policy, you go on over and see Sergeant Evans at the headquarters company tent. You boys don't let your families miss out on $10,000."

Joe swallowed hard, brushing himself as he stood up. The reality of the situation hit him as his legs carried him to the tent Sergeant Evans was at. He cleared his throat, entering the tent, Sergeant Evans looking up at up from his paperwork. Joe saluted him, Evans giving him a salute back.

"Corporal Toye, good to see you. Here to sign your GI?" Sergeant Evans asked, already putting the paperwork together.

"Yes, sir, that's right."

"Have a seat then," Evans gestured to the empty seat beside Joe.

Joe took a seat, grabbing a pen as Evans pushed some papers towards him. He skimmed the pages, heart sinking at the words, "in the event of death. . ."

"I'll need you to fill out these portions and then sign here and here," Evans said, leaning back in his seat as he waited for Joe to complete the policy.

Joe took a breath, beginning to fill out the basic information. Most of it was pretty easy, but his eyes landed on "beneficiaries," the people that would get the ten grand if Joe was killed in action. He put down the names of his parents, of course, but something nagged him in the back of his mind.

He clicked the pen nervously, finally scribbling down one last name.

y/n y/l/n

If anything, he wanted her to have a share of his life insurance money, making sure she was taken care of even in his death seemed better than not being able to provide for her at all. He didn't want to get emotional in front of the Sergeant, so he pushed the papers and pen back to him after signing quickly, standing up after.

Evans reviewed the paperwork, letting out a satisfied hum as he authorized it. Joe saluted him one last time, exiting the tent with a heavy heart. He joined the other guys outside just in time to hear Meehan shouting.

"Easy Company, listen up! Channel coast is socked in with rain and fog. No. Jump. Tonight."

Joe and the other guys groaned in disappointment and impatience. They shuffled towards one of the screen room tents, deciding to watch a movie for the night.

On June 5th, it was finally time for the big jump. Joe boarded the C-47, plopping into his seat as they waited for the other men to file in. Soon enough, it was time for their departure. The engines roared, filling his ears with the awful rumbling.

As they ascended into the air, Joe couldn't help but feel more emotional than ever, clutching the locket in his palm. He brought it up to his lips, whispering prayers to it, eyes closed as he shed tears he didn't realize were spilling out. D-Day would be fast approaching, and anything could happen.

Joe didn't want to be scared, he didn't want to fear being shot or blown up, but he was afraid of not keeping his promise. He wanted, needed, to come back home to y/n. It wasn't something he had control over, but damnit if it's in God's will for him to have his darling in his arms once this is over, then he'll stay a believer.

It's her, it's her, it's all for her. Everything he does, he'll tell her all the time. Heaven is a place on Earth with her.

"They say that the world was built for two, only worth living if somebody is loving you." - lana del rey

[al1fers-haven]

"OH DEER"

Alastor x Vox's wife!reader

Part 1 - Part 1.5 (You're here!)

You had been at the hotel for a couple weeks now, completely ignoring the news and any form of technology that Vox could find you on, even trying to steer clear from going outside, to begin with after a couple of times trying.

You had bonded a lot with the fellow members of the Hazbin hotel, you and Angel had bonded the most it seemed. Both having worked with the Vees and had romantic and sexual relations with them, it brought you together. Especially when it came to the harder nights the porn star seemed to have because of Valentino. "So...what's your deal?" Husk looked towards you as you looked down at the margarita he had made for you about 12 minutes ago. Attempting to figure out what exactly was going on and why you were here to begin with.

"What? Oh- nothin' much. Trying to wrap my head around this whole.." You waved your hand around in the air. "Redemption thing?" Husk nodded, grabbing his own bottle of whiskey and sighing. "What? You really believe in it?" You shook your head no, giggling a little bit. "No, I've met heaven. They won't let any soul go through anytime soon unless it is someone really important. You would think if souls could be redeemed I wouldn't be here, right?" Husk sensed the slight tension at the mention of heaven. A small smile on your face. "I uh...yeahh..." He let out a small noise and opened his bottle. "Well, why are you here? Alastor got you on a leash?" You sat up at that. Suddenly getting a lot livelier at the mention of the radio demon. "Oh! No, he would never! Uhm...i ran into him on the street, we had a nice talk. He's helping me hide from my ex-husband." Husk deadpanned, pointing his bottle at you. "What?" You lifted your glass up and chuckled a bit behind it, rolling your eyes. "I seem to get that answer a lot...I ran into him after me and my husband had gotten into a huge fight. Luckily enough he is one of the many people Vox can't touch! So here I am..!" You laughed nervously. Watching as Husk got more and more confused. "You were married to Vox? as in the overlord Vox?" You deadpanned, running a hand through your hair as your smile dropped. "Well he wasn't 'Vox, head of Voxtech' when I married him! We go way back to the living world." He slowly nodded. "Is he uh....treatin you well then?" Husk took a sip of his whiskey, leaning against the table. "Oh! He's been a complete sweetie to me! Making me snacks, even getting me some new clothes from Cannibal Town!" Your cheeks grew more and more colorful as you spoke about the overlord. Take a flustered sip from your drink. "You don't-" You took a loud sip from the drink. Your face continued to get red as he stared at you. "You do!?" "Listen, its just a small thing! It ain't going anywhere...Just...having a couple dinners with the fella.." Husk rubbed his face. A shameful look on your face. "What! He's the only guy who's actually treated me like a girl and not something to wife up! Can't blame a girl can ya?" Husk nodded. "Yes, yes I can blame you." "Really? Is it that bad for me to have a small thing for Mr. Strawberryhead?" Husk sighed, rolling his eyes with a mumble. "Well, it's not horrible? I mean, just fair warning he is a horrible person." You waved your hand, putting down your drink. "Eh, I've married worse. Believe me, vox was nothing more than an obsessive drunk who can't handle being told no. As long as he doesn't force me into anything I hate, then we are good! Or hit me." Husk stared at you baffled, a horrified expression on his face. "What? Is that bad!?" Husk nodded quickly. Grabbing your drink and refilling it. "Yes! That's- That is below the bare minimum Y/n! Cmon girl, you need to think about standards- Cmon, your standards are to not date a rapist or an abuser! That's- oh god angel has better standards." You slumped a bit. "Y/n, dear! I made some fruit salad, would you like some?" Alastors voice boomed throughout the bar room, making you perk up and look towards the fellow. "Coming Alastor!" You stood up, grabbing the margarita with a smile as you looked at Husk. "Uh..." He looked towards Alastor with a growl. "Thank you...Husk. I'll think more about what I want, how about that?" The cat demon nodded slowly, turning around and cleaning out a cup or two.

[justanothergoldfish]

Greg Lestrade x reader

Handsome stranger - part two -

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3

warnings: swearing, drinking

words: 2200

A/N: there will be a third part. I love Greg too much. Also in this part, reader is definitely written from a female POV. If i hear one complaint about my interpretation of Scottish English I'm burning down the internet.

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It didn't take long for your boss to show up at the bar after that interaction. 

“Seriously? Ain't he a wee old for a lassie like you?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing together. With a feign look of innocence you shrugged, “What are you talking about?”

“I heard ya, young lady. Drooling over that poor fella.”

Hearing him call you out so shamelessly made it impossible to stay serious and to not grin like an idiot. 

“Oh can't I have some fun? Hey, maybe he'll tip nicely, alright? I'm just… boosting your business. Sales, you know?”

Gary rolled his eyes and shook his head, and you could almost hear him think ‘You're a hopeless case’ as he nudged towards the kitchen. “Go help the lad in the back, aye? I'll take it from here.”

You too rolled your eyes and clicked your tongue. “Hey, just to make this clear; men are like wine, they get better with age. Guess you might've gone bad.” you groaned in annoyance, throwing the linen cloth from your apron onto the counter before heading into the kitchen.

“Oi, remember who's paying your bills, lassie!” Gary called after you, his voice a bit elevated, earning a huff from you. It was all friendly banter, but it still made you pout, not to be able to serve Greg and have some fun conversation. You had been looking forward to another chat with this gorgeous man from London, he seemed… Interesting. 

~

After what felt like a thousand peeled potatoes later, Gary returned and slumped himself into a corner in the kitchen. 

“I feared the day would come…bloody shite…” he mumbled, looking pale as a ghost. The man shook his head, staring into the steamy kitchen air. 

Without looking at him, you already guessed what happened. “What's wrong? Someone discovered that the ‘monster’ is just a hungry dog you've sat out in the forest?” 

Gary's eyes drifted over to you. “That fella you've been drooling over… He's an Inspector.”

Oh shit. 

Instant panic broke out internally at his revelation and you basically dropped everything. “A Health Inspector? Bloody christ Gary, I don't have a fucking food or beverage certification! I'm only supposed to help you out until you find someone else! What am I supposed to do?!” you hissed, crouching down in front of him. 

Gary sighed and waved it off. “Not a Health Inspector. A Detective from Scotland Yard.”

Was that better or worse? 

It took a few moments to calm down and collect your thoughts. 

“So? What now?” 

With a groan, Gary buried his face in his hands.  “We told him everything, I can never look that man in the eyes again… He's only staying for one night, aye?”

You got back up and crossed your arms. 

A Detective from Scotland Yard? This man got more interesting by the minute. 

“Looks like I'll take it from here again. I'll make sure he’ll have a pleasant time and won’t close down your business.”

~

As you came to the front, you saw Greg leaning against the counter, scrolling through his phone. He nipped on his beer and locked his phone as you approached with light steps. Even though he had scared the shit out of the owner, he seemed so… relaxed. 

Once you cleared your throat you decided to speak up to him again. 

“So… You're a Detective? Is that what brought you here? Are we in trouble?” you tried to jest as he locked his phone and gave a reassuring smile.” I'm on holiday, no need to panic. I think the owner’s already learned his lesson and if I learned one thing in life it's to never mess with a lady who pours my beer.”

The way his eyes creased when he carried that beaming smile, it was honestly heartwarming. 

“You're a smart man then.” you chuckled, grabbing a small chestnut wood bowl and filling it with a bag of mixed nuts and crackers from one of the cabinets. 

“So, a Detective from London, all the way out here in the Dartmoor in our humble village,” you grabbed a tall glass and poured him another, noticing his drink was nearly finished, “You probably brought some exciting stories along. Care to share?”

Greg huffed as he supported himself on the counter with both arms in front of his chest and adjusting his seat on the barstool. “Rather gory than glory, trust me. Sure you can handle it?”

The teasing smirk on his face made your heart flutter and cheeks redden as you tried to contain yourself and served him his beer and the complimentary snack bowl. 

“You surely know the key to a man's heart. Thank you, love.”

Greg took a few peanuts, juggling him in his hand ever so slightly. 

"You'll probably hate me for questioning you about your job on your holiday, but I have to know. Have you ever seen a dead body?”

Greg munches on his peanuts as he nods along. Knowing that the hotel owner would scold you for just standing around and chatting, you decided to clean up a bit and do some side work during the talk.

“I've seen some, yeah. Part of the job.” He finally says after swallowing. 

From one of the drawers you gathered a bunch of paper towels and a tray of cutlery. Rolling silverware seemed like a perfect task to do right now, surely the conversation would make this eternally hated task probably more bearable.

Greg observed your hands working on the roll-ups with precision and skill as he took one of the crackers into his mouth, chewing on it while watching you.

“So, did you ever… shoot someone?” you asked, spreading out the next paper towel. 

For a moment, he went back into his thoughts. He chewed on the inside of his cheek before taking a sip of his beer. With the back of his hand he wiped off the foam from his upper lip and gave a half nod, half headshake. 

“Fire a gun at someone, yes. Killed someone, no. I think that answers your question?”

You raised your eyebrows and agreed with a simple nod before moving on to the next question. “Can I see your ID?”

The man grinnes and grabbed another peanut from his bowl, “You've seen it already.”

“Aw, not your personal ID, your police ID, you know what I mean” you mused. 

He chuckled as he reached into the inner pocket in the lining of his jacket and got it out, holding it up in front of your face.

“Wow…  Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade… Scotland Yard…“ you read off the card quietly, seemingly impressed before looking back up to him, meeting his brown eyes. 

“It's not as impressive as you think. Lots of paperwork” Greg explained as he stuffed his ID back into his inner pocket and straightened his jacket afterwards. 

“But- my turn to ask a question. I don't even know your name.”

“Then find out? You're a Detective working for Scotland Yard, I'm sure you've got your sources.” 

His expression instantly gave away that he was more than up for the challenge, despite being on holiday it seemed to be worth the effort. 

“Good, give me until tomorrow morning’” Greg grinned, looking at you all over again. Now that made your cheeks flush a bit, hopefully not enough to be noticeable in the dim light of the bar.  His smile made you completely forget about his age for a moment. Not that you truly cared. He was a fine man with an exciting job and probably made good money, what was not to like? 

You tried to get a glance at his hands as discreetly as possible. 

No ring, good. But it was visible that he'd been wearing one until recently.

Maybe that was your chance to get to know him better personally. 

“So, why does a handsome detective go on vacation all on his own?”

Greg can't help but smile bitterly to himself at your words, fidgeting with the beer glass in his hands. He felt flattered by your words, and after divorcing his wife, your words were like a balm to his sore heart. 

“Handsome, huh? Can't say I've heard that in a while” he said almost sheepishly before taking a deep breath, staring at the foam of his beverage for a moment. 

“Yes, i uh.. I'm divorced. Just happened a few months ago.”

You saw the sorrow creeping up in his face and tried to offer a shoulder to cry on as you sat away the tray of rolled silverware. 

“You know, bartenders are perfect to pour your heart out to, if you wanna get it off your chest?”

Greg hummed, his eyes scanning the liquors on the wall behind you. 

“Need something stronger for the nerves beforehand?” you asked, already reaching for a shot glass. 

He couldn't help but smile at your words, “You're a mind reader, my dear. Pour me anything.” 

After scanning through the variety of liquors the bar had to offer, you filled the shot glass with a clear, yellowish liquid and set it down in front of the Detective before returning to your tasks. 

Without any hesitation, the man downed his drink in one go and licked the excess off his lips. 

“That's a good one. Elderflower?”

You nodded and let him reach the empty shot glass over to get it cleaned in the sink. “Owner made it himself last year. Tastes awfully sweet but don't underestimate the alcohol.” 

“You've got quite the taste, eh? Well… pouring my heart out to a bartender, I'm not gonna pass on that opportunity.” He braced himself mentally and propped up an elbow on the counter, his warm eyes drifting off as he started to explain. 

“Been married for years, but due to the job, my ex-wife and I sort of drifted apart. We've been fighting constantly, thought it was getting better only to find out she…”

As hard as he tried to say it out loud, the words just got stuck in his throat. Not that he had to finish the sentence for you to understand. You shook your head, not understanding why people were that way. 

That was fucked up. And as hard as he tried to find his words, you tried to be empathetic but couldn't help to automatically think out loud “What a bitch.”

Greg blinked a few times at your blatant words before the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. He'd always felt his heart break at the thought of his failed marriage, feeling like it was his fault. He should've had more time for her, he should've showed her how much he loved her, but for the first time, he saw it all from a different perspective as you continued, “Communication problems or struggling to sort out your work - life balance don't justify cheating. Nothing does.”

You cleaned his shot glass and set it away to dry, still shaking your head. You kept on rambling about how wrong this all was, and it made him change the entire way he'd felt about this divorce prior to this conversation. 

Once you noticed how quiet he'd gotten, you too stopped talking and mustered him for a moment. He didn't say anything for a while, he just stared at his glass with a smile, realizing the final straw, his ex-wife's infidelity, was her choice. He never wanted to fight, he never wanted to neglect her or make her feel unloved. 

For the first time since the divorce he could look back at the situation without feeling like a miserable man who had thrown away his marriage himself. Your words had made him realize that this wasn't on him. 

“Greg? Are you alright?”

Finally, his eyes met yours, the outer corners of them creasing as he gave you a warm, honest smile. 

“Pour me two more of those shots, love” he said with an undertone of relief. 

So you did. Two more shots, onto the counter.

He took one of them and gestured for you to grab the other one for yourself. 

“Oh, I can't, not while I'm on shift-”

“Noone's looking. I'm off duty, I won't arrest you.” he says with a reassuring nudge to the other shot. 

If your boss knew… 

Ah, screw it. 

So you looked left and right quickly before clinking your glass against his, hoping no one would ever find out about it. 

“Atta girl. To the gorgeous, wise lady pouring my drinks.” he mumbled in a low volume before both of you downed your shot, while his words almost had you choking on the drink. 

He sat down his glass with a sigh and mustered you with care. “You know darling, I think I should come around more often."

[doubleddenden]

BOY, I SAYS BOY, STAND UP STRAIGHT SON, STAND UP STRAIGHT! THAT AIN'T NO WAY TO TALK TO WOMEN, SON! YA GOT NO RIZZ! THATS CHARISMA, BOY! Pay attention when I'm speakin' to ya, son.

YOU CAIN'T START YAPPIN BOUT NO JAPANESE CARTOONS TO A WOMAN YOU JUST MET ON THE FIRST DATE, BOY! WHATS'A MATTER WITH YOU, SON!? YOU AIN'T EVEN ASK HOW HER DAY WAS! YOU DIDN'T SAY NUTHIN BOUT HER HELLO KITTY T-SHIRT, NOTHIN BOUT HER UWU BRACELET, YA STARTED TALKIN BOUT YOUR DANG OL WAIFUS, BOY! WHO, I SAYS WHO OPENS WITH THAT, SON?

WHAT'S THAT? YA NERVOUS? *slaps* GET IT TOGETHER, BOY! Stand up boy stop fallin over- YOU ARE A CATCH! Ya got nice hobbies, son. I SAYS, you got nice hobbies, I seen ya fancy marble collections and your drawings! Ain't nothing wrong with havin' hobbies! Ain't nothing wrong with watching cartoons neitha! But SON, SON! Ya gotta be- I SAYS SON, ya gotta be NORMAL about it, boy! Ease her into it, son! You can't push her into the deep end of the pool before you ask if she even knows how ta swim, boy! AT LEAST, I says AT LEAST ask her if she even WATCHES anime, boy!

Get a load a this fella. Tryna' get bitches while simpin' for Sakura Haruno. His corn ain't quite on the cob, is it?

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Headless Horseman

Mary Shelley: sup fuckers Poe: oh hi mary Poe: you're just in time Poe: washington irving's telling a story tonight Shelley: w Shelley: washington irving? Poe: yeah Poe: something wrong? Shelley: [blushing furiously] n-no

Washington Irving: [lighting pipe] ba ba ba ba boo Irving: hey old man good to see you Irving: hope you're all enjoying this little shindig Irving: now let the ol' groaner take a whirl with a story Irving: submitted for the approval of the midnight society Irving: i call this the tale of the headless horseman Irving: ba ba ba ba boo

Mary Shelley: hi irvine Irving: ahh it's ol' Mary Shelley Irving: nice to see ya, old man Shelley: did you Shelley: did you get my letter Irving: [lighting pipe] ba ba ba ba booo

Irving: ba ba ba ba boo Irving: let the ol' groaner give out a helping of that new american jive Irving: the legend of sleepy hollow to be exact, so make it mella, fella Shelley: hiiii irvine Irving: give me some space, son, you're bothering me Shelley: Shelley: o-ok

Lovecraft: w-what's wrong? ain't you gonna shiv him? Shelley: shut up howard Lovecraft: well it's just that usually when someone gives you the brush off Shelley: no one gave me the brush off Lovecraft: washington irving just- Shelley: [shivving lovecraft] NO ONE GAVE ME THE BRUSH OFF

King: what's with mary tonight? she's acting real strange Poe: oh she likes washington Shelley: s-shut up Shelley: shut up all of you Shelley: I'll shiv each and every one of you if you don't shut up! Poe: it's kind of cute King: oh yeah, young love

Washington Irving: clip clip and a clippetty clop Irving: he's out lookin' for a head to swap Irving: so don't try to figure out a plan Irving: you can't reason with a headless man! Shelley: god he's so fucking hot

[ask-everything]

Johnny Johnny Johnny you rejected Jean right???? How are things between you two now? Why did you reject him? Please I need these for research purposes

I did, and as for why I rejected him I answered that there question before, but I suppose there's no problem in answerin' again. He acted like a dang fool and an arrogant son of a- ...mother when he asked me out, all cocky and whatnot. Things between us now? I suppose they're alright, alright as they can be. Can't say we don't get into our fair share of arguments though, maybe more than our fair share even, heh. But they ain't really too harsh, ya know what I mean? We bicker, he calls me off-key, I call him French, but we ain't ever tryin' to hurt each other I'm fairly certain. Heck, Amir says we argue like an old married couple! When we ain't bickerin' though, Jean can be awful sweet, just gotta look out for it. He tries to act like he ain't nice or anythin', but he'll help me with my singin', taught me how to warm up a bit ago. Anytime I bring it up though he insults me or has some stupid crude pick up line to tell me to get off the subject. Gosh, the flirtin' is terrible. Fella will not stop for nothin.

...can I tell y'all a secret though? You folks gotta promise to keep it. I...may be a little sweet on Jean. I know, I know, I oughta have better standards but I just can't help it! I mean, he's just, I mean- gosh. I can't believe I've fallen for a man who speaks in the third person too but here I am. And I know you folks are wonderin': Why on gods green earth would you reject a fella that you're sweet on? And it's a good question, don't get me wrong. Truth is, I'm waitin' for him to show it's me he's into, not just the idea of datin' someone. Because that man's gotten rejected five times, and not over a long period of time either! Just askin' out practically whoever he lays eyes on. The day he does show he's just as fond of me as I am of him, you bet your behind I'm gettin' with him. But truth be told, I ain't sure that'll ever come. Anyways, I've taken up too much of you kind folks' time, don't tell anyone, y'hear?

[ktchie]

'WANKER'

Nbc!Ted Lasso x Reader

Smut and Angst

♡other tags!: Dickhead!Ted Lasso // p in v // breeding kink // degrading and praise kink //

♤3k words

◇ if bad man then why dimples? If toxic then why puppy eyes?

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"Why don't we get out of here hm?" What do ya say?" Ted leaned in close to you, eyes half lided and dark under the warm light.

"Cut to the chase of whatever this is and go to right to where we both wanted, how 'bout it sugar?"

You bit your lip, hot underneath his scorching gaze. You could feel it deep in your guts, the familiar coil of yearning and the burn of utter desperation.

"Yeah? And what do we want?" You took a sip on your bourbon and watched as he looked at you up and down, slowly, as if trying to show you on how much he wants you, how much he long to touch you.

"Dont play dumb with me, sweet girl" he answered, voice deep and addicting, a voice meant to be underneath tangled sheets. "You know what we want"

You released a shaky breath "And here I thought men enjoy dumb girls who would fall to their knees if they tell them"

"I ain't like other men, honey" he leaned into you, close, so close you could taste his breath. His arms stayed at the back of your chair, knees knocking into yours. You could see the spec of green on his eyes, count the lashes that flutter on his cheeks and mummble things you know he could only hear.

"Just want ya', smart mouth and filthy tounge 'n all. This ain't our first rodeo, sugar. I know what you're capable of, what you can do with that body of yours. Pretending to be a fool ain't a good look on ya, doll face"

His thumb grace your chin, titling your head so he could get a proper look into your eyes. He traced your bottom lip lightly, breath slow.

"You're a smart girl, yeah? You know I want you. Hell, I would have you right here 'n right now if ya just say the word, honey" he looked down on your bottom lip, parting it slowly with his thumb and groaning lightly when you let him pushed it further into your mouth.

"Good girl, look at ya' bein so good for me. Letting me play with your pretty mouth infront of all this people, ya like it don't ya? Getting off when I use ya"

You moaned into his thumb, cheeks hollowing as you sucked it harshly.

"There we go, show me how much ya want it. Pretty girl pretending you ain't fuckin' dripping for me, suckin' my thumb like a cock. You want it bad dont ya? Answer me"

"Yes" your voice are muffled but Ted nod at your words with a shaky breath.

"Good fuckin' girl" he pulled his thumb off, silencing your whine as he kissed you. Hot and messy and addicting, he pushed his tounge in, licking your mouth and tangling it with yours. Ted's hand gripped your hips, nails digging into your pants as he groaned and chase your breath. You threaded your fingers into his hair, scratching his scalp and arching your back when he pulled you further with a hand on your spine.

He pulled away with a string of saliva, eyes blown wide and half lidded. He licked his lips before he wiped your mouth with his thumb. "You're sweet as a sugar, doll face. Could kiss you forever and die a happy fella"

You smiled at him and Ted's eyes briefly soften before he pecked you once again - sweet and slow and filled with something dangerously close to adoration.

"Lets go back to my place, m'kay? Wanna fuck you nice and slow there, sweetheart" it still shock you how blunt he is with what he wants but you nodded your head nonetheless, clinging to him when he helped you stood up.

You watched your intertwined hands, heart clenching as he traced it with his thumb. You wonder if this is normal, feeling so strongly for a man you barely knew and had only fucked couple of times. You wonder if all the text messages Ted had sent you in a middle of the night meant something, that all his 'i miss you' and 'wish you were here' could actually be real and not only fueled by the lust he couldn't show. But you know it wasn't, that Ted only seeks you for selfish reasons, he would walk by you in the morning and wouldn't bat an eye on your direction but would call you in the middle of the night with labored breath and a tounge heavy with your name.

You hate it, more than anything. But you loath yourself even more for wanting to be with him, to embrace him, to kiss him on his cheeks, to hold his hand on a slow Sunday morning and mummble sweet nothingness on his ear. You had wanted to put a stop on this, to turn your back on him whenever he looked at you with those eyes but you feel yourself getting stuck whenever he even get close to you, as if one footstep of his alone could make you cave and submit and cower on the presence of his smile and fluttering eyes and it does, you know it does. But you wish you didn't and you'll hate it just for a second, maybe even an hour, you'll curse him in your head but you would moan his name on the night, you would clench your jaw whenever you see him but would open your mouth to kiss him. Its a cycle, an insanity you put yourself in over and over and over again, like playing tag of war on something that could not be budge. Its hopeless but some sick sick part of you can't help but hope anyway.

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"Fuck, honey" he groaned into your ear, cock hitting you deep. He held you close to him, face deep in your neck as he buried himself into you with a slow stroke that had your toes curling.

Ted whined and whimpers, pecking your skin and sucking marks on anything he can reach. The way he fucks you feels different tonight, more slower, more closer, more words in your ear that shouldn't be said by someone who would leave in the morning.

"F-feels good, darlin'" he moaned, pulling you close to him further. Knuckles turning white as he push it further on the wall behind your bed post. "Youre made for me, arent ya'?" He asked "just f'me"

"T-ted" you moaned, raising your hips to grind your soaking pussy onto his cock and whimpering when he suddenly pushed your hips down harshly on the mattress.

"Stay fuckin' still if ya don't want me to leave your cunt gaping, yeah?" He whispered into you, hot breath on your ear. "Ya dont want that do ya', pretty girl? Not gonna let your man leave without filling ya up, ain't that fuckin' right sweetpea?" He emphasized his filthy words with a practicular hard thrust that had you muffling a scream.

"See? Going crazy for my cock, pretty pretty girl getting fucked dumb. 'S okay, you're mine anyway right? You're my dumb girl, my pretty fuckin' girl" he clenched his jaw before his grip into your waist tighten. "My best girl, fuck-" he moaned, closing his eyes and pushing his face back into your throat.

"Mhmm!" You moaned, nails on his back and the other on his messy locks. You dig the heel of your feet on the back of his ass, pushing his cock impossibly deeper into your cunt. "T-ted, please.." you begged for something you don't know as you feel your slick drip from your cunt.

"S-shit" he cursed, thumb reaching for your harden clit. "Wet as a fuckin' Virgin, dolly. This how I make ya' feel?" The bastard laugh lightly and you frowned with both pleasure and irritation as you hid your face on his hair.

"Christ, sugar. You can fill up the whole ocean with that cunt of yours" he pulled lightly to slap it with his four fingers, clicking his tounge when you yelped and tried to close your legs "Hold still, just wanna look at it"

You moaned and threw your head back as he slapped it again, pushing both of your thighs further apart to present your soaking cunt.

"You got the prettiest cunt I've ever seen, darlin'" he flick his thumb on your clit, thrust cruelly slow. "Perfect for my spunk, gonna have you drippin' all over the goddamn place tomorrow" he grinned, pulling his hip back slowly before pushing it back in with the same rhythm, chuckling when you whined as he hit your spot.

"Dont even bother to wear panties, honey bunch. Yer just gonna ruin it"

You whined and bit your lip, looking away in an effort to push the side of your face into the pillow. "O-oh fuck. S-so good"

"Yeah? 'S good isn't?" He leaned into your face, as if wanting to kiss you and yet pulling back when you reach for his lips. "Not like those dumbfucks you've been seein' hm?"

Your head might be foggy with pleasure but you didnt miss his words. "W-what? Shit, t-teddy!"

He gripped your hips tight, fingers wet with your slick. "You playin' dumb again, dolly? Ya dont think I dont see those sons of bitches you've been fuckin'?"

You frowned, biting your lip as your nails dig on his nape. You could feel his breath on your cheeks, panting lightly.

You heart hammered in your chest, both in adrenaline and anxiousness. The bigger part of you, the better part, knows that there's nothing wrong with you fucking other men, letting them take you on their flat and sneaking out once the sun creeped up on the sky. But the other part of you, the foolish one, the one that desperately hold onto the little things of affection and stolen glances of Ted thinks that you're doing a bad thing, a cruel thing.

"Wha-what is it to you?" You answered as you arch your back, fat cock drilling into you slowly, sensually, as if he wasn't cursing you with the same mouth he kiss you with. "We're-we're--fuck- we're not together"

Ted didn't say anything but his hand move into your waist, rough palm dancing on your skin. He gripped it tight and pulled away from you lightly, now hovering you - hazel eyes, dark with desire looked down on you. "Youre right, seems like I forgot" he chuckled fakely and you would have been scared if you didnt know the kind of man he is.

"This just a quick fuck ain't it? We both use eachother to get off then forget all about in the mornin'"

"Yeah" you answered breathlessly, closing your eyes as you savored the feeling of his dragging cock inside your cunt. "J-just a quick fuck, n-nothing more"

"Yeahhh.." Ted arch your hips with his hands on your waist and pulled you close to his cock, practically lifting half of your body to hold like a proper fuck toy. "Then ya don't mind if I use ya like a hole, dont ya sweetpea? No point being sweet when we ain't like that right?"

You clenched your jaw and though your heart ache and your tounge yearns for the word settling on the back of your mind, to curl the I love you's and I was wrong, you let your pride take in and the dry tears that you had fallen when Ted couldn't even give you a single acknowledgement or greeting even after all the times you have been together.

"Yeah" you nod your head and stared him defiantly. "Go ahead, 's the only thing I came here for anyway. N-not f'you"

Ted gritted his teeth and as fast as you can blink he was using you, moving you like he would with a toy, fast and relentless and with no warmth touch.

"Yer gonna take my cock like this tonight" he groaned in your ear "Gonna split you open and leave ya after, thats what ya want ain't it?" He gave a harsh thrust, almost knocking your head on the wall. "Want me to use ya like a whore, leave you open with my cum and tuck m-my wet dick back in and throw ya some cash huh?" His large hands, protruding veins gripped your throat lightly. "Fucking girl.." he growled and yet the grip on your throat didn't tighten, didn't even budge with his light hold, as if the words spitting out of his mouth were the complete opposite of his actions - except for the relentless thrust and filthy mouth. He held your neck gently, some part of you want him to do it roughly, to dig his nails on your skin until he marked you with pain and cruelty and bitterness until you could finally finally move on from him.

"S-shit, takin' me so f'kin well" he groaned, leaning away from you and pulling your torso close to his hips. Tightening your thighs on his waist as his hand went to your tummy. "Look at that, don't know why you even b-bother --fuck-- talkin' to those boys when ya know my cock is perfect f'ya"

You arched your back and moaned loudly, feeling his fat cock moving inside your cunt, touching the spot none of your previous one night stand could do.

The hand on your throat dissappear and went to your jaw, pinching your cheeks lightly "open your fucking mouth" he commanded, eyes hazy and dark and mouth agape with heavy breathing. "Open 'em"

You did with a whimpered and you watch as he spit on your mouth, grinning as he watched you swallow it. "Good fuckin' girl, taking what I give ya'" he lightly slap your cheeks before leaning in and taking your tounge on his mouth. His hands went into the back of your thigh and push it near you ear - folding you in half.

You groaned onto his mouth, tummy tingling from the pressure of his cock. "S-so deep, f-fuck teddy~!" You whined, almost crying.

He was so deep, and so so big. Cunt stretch out and weeping with slick, you can feel him kiss your womb, nudging the nerves that had you biting your lip and toes curling.

"Deep huh? My cock filling ya up well dont it, darlin?" He asked, mustache scratching your neck before he licked it slowly, hot and wet and so so fucking dirty.

"Perfect pussy takin' my fat cock so we-well, yeah.." he grind his hips into yours, pelvis wet from your slick. "Could fill ya up nice and easy like this, get you pregnant want that?"

"N-no!" You shook your head but your pussy say otherwise, it flutter and tighten on his cock and the image of you full of his cum makes you slightly feral.

"No?" He asked as if he was nothing but a clueless man, innocent from the filthy things of the world. "But ya would look beautiful with my kid inside ya'" his hand went to your tummy before he pressed it and you sobbed as he did so, the pressure too much and his cock too fat that its tearing you apart.

"Dont ya think so? F-fuck, gonna have you walking around drippin' today, fill ya up so good you'll be nothin' but my cum hole hm? S-shit dolly- thats what ya want anyway right? F'me to use ya? Yer gonna lay here and take my cock every fucking hour and yer gonna be full of my cum, let's see if ya don't get fuckin' pregnant"

You closed your eyes and moaned loudly, nodding with his words but your mind is hazy. All you want is him and his cum and his mouth on you. "Y-yes, please, please!"

Ted groaned as he looked at you then, gaze turning soft and almost yearning.As if a cold water had been dumped on him and had awoken him off from a deep slumber.

He looked away and burried his face into your neck, pecking your sweaty throat. An act so sweet it had your heart aching "please huh? Don't gotta beg, darlin' you know I'm only here for ya"

"T-ted!" You yelled, nails on his back and thighs trembling when he hit your spot harshly. His words only a passing sound on your ear.

"Shhh" he kissed your throat again, as if he wasn't just calling you names and threatening to get you full of his cum. "I got ya' sh-shit"

His rhtym started to decrease then, harsh thrust now slow, gentle again, as if he was your lover. But the weight and pleasure of his cock still the same, still tearing you apart, still spearing you in the inside. "G-gonna cum f'me?" He asked softly,whispering in your ear as he breathed heavily.

"Answer me, sweetheart" He only calls you sweetheart when a day is good and he wasn't pretending he doesn't know you, when he would smile at you sneakily and brush his fingers on your own.

Some part of you wonder how his whole mood had turn upside down but you know its because he was slightly guilty from the treatment he was giving you earlier. Calling you names and using you like you weren't someone he absolutely cherish. Ted may be a dickhead most days and a fucking fool everyday but he wanst someone that would treat you so disrespectfully, you're more than that' he thinks.

"Cum f'me, lovely" he whined in your ear. "Ya can do it, I know ya can"

You shut your eyes tightly and sobbed on his shoulder, the pressure too much and he's fucking you so so good your head is getting dizzy.

The coil on your stomach tighten and release in one single blink, you came with a groaned and bit on his neck. You gush on his cock and yet his pace didn't relent, only making you feel more sensitive and more overwhelm.

"So pretty" he mumbled and peck your forehead, moving the sweaty strand of your hair off your face.

"Prettiest fuckin' girl in the worl-shit, my fuckin girl" he groaned and thrusted inside you with a hard push. "Mine" he stated with a clenched jaw, cock throbbkng inside your wet cunt. "My fucking girl"

You nod your head in his words, your heart full with love and your mind too weak to even think about on why you shouldn't believe him and why you shouldn't be doing this. "Y-yours" you answered with tears on your eyes, pleasure taking over you body and slick dripping down your cunt.

"T-tell me you're mine" he demanded and you hid your face on his neck, the better version of yourself telling you to not say it, that even after today and the sweet words he was saying and the jealousy on his eyes earlier, it wouldn't change anything between you two that he would still ignore you on work and look past you when you smile at him, only seeks you out when he needed something he can pound on, needed someone he can pour his love to.

You're only an object to him for him to use and to dump when he's finished. You mean nothing to him and yet your tounge curled with

"I-im yours, Ted" you say softly as if your heart wasn't breaking. "J-just yours"

Ted came with a loud groaned, burrying deep inside you like he said he would. Mouth mumbling things you know he didn't mean and lips pressing cold kisses on your skin.

And when he leaned away from you and watch as his cum drip down slowly from your cunt, you promise yourself to never do this again. That no amount of warmth and soft kisses and tight embraced could make your heart ache worth it. That no matter how sweet his smile was or how beautiful his eyes are it wasn't as still important as your own feelings.

That his previous jealously meant nothing if he was only mentioning it when he was deep inside you, that he wasn't really possesive of you but instead to the place between your legs.

You didnt look at him when you stood by yourself and went to the bathroom, the loud defeaning slam of the door muffled his calls.

[candyredmusings]

Bioshock Splicer Starters

Assortment of dialogue taken from the a from two types of Splicers in the first Bioshock game; Baby Jane and the Breadwinner

Other Bioshock Splicer starters: [Dr. Grossman & Lady Smith] [Pigskin & Rosebud] [Toasty & Waders]

Baby Jane

Get away from my face! Not on my face!"

"Oh! Oh, God damn it!"

"Look at yourself! And you would do it too!"

"Talentless?! BORING?!"

"You don't deserve this!"

"I'm a star, not you!"

"You're jealous, jealous!"

"Why did you cut me?! Why?!"

"You did this to me! You!"

"I deserve it, you fuck!"

"Give me the part, you bastard!"

"Off. My. Stage! GET OFF!"

"Stop ogling me!"

"You're making me lose my place! STOP IT!"

"No, it's not perfect, AGAIN!"

"He's standing in the wrong place!"

"Get your FAT. HANDS. AWAY FROM ME!"

"Just say something, goddammit!"

"What's that? Is it him?!"

"I smell something nasty."

"Is that someone naughty?"

"Honey? Is that you…?"

"I heard that!"

"It hurts, it hurts…"

"Why did you…?"

"I'm sorry… We can do it together!"

"DARLING! I'M HOME EARLY!"

"I don't- I don't wanna- I don't wanna hear this… I- [Whimpering] I don't want to hear this…"

"Pretend you're not interested. They like that."

"Have it your way, you sleaze!"

"Well, that was good drama."

"Get a girl all bothered… for NOTHIN'!"

"That gets a girl's blood flowing."

"I'll be better next time! Please?! Don't go!"

"When we do meet, it's gonna be so nasty!"

"He's gone! They always leave…"

"When I murder you I'm gonna put your body in a dress!"

"My god, there's so much blood!"

"Aw, Jesus, what did you do to me?!"

"I'm NOT. DEALING WITH THIS!"

"No… No No No. Wha- What's- What's that? Oh, no no, no…"

"In the theater, a woman gets used to attention."

"She was up for the part as well, but then they found her in a salt pond."

"I was gonna be famous… now look at this dump!"

"Who needs to make it on Broadway? When you can make it here."

"What's the matter with me…? I'm pretty enough!"

"Hey fella'! Don't 'cha wanna take a walk with me?"

"Come on, baby! You told me you was gonna take care of me! Were you lying…?"

"I used to be beautiful. What happened to me?!"

"Why are you making this so hard for me?!"

"C'mere and say that to my face, you slimey bastard!"

"You wanna play with me?"

"Hello? Did you come to talk to me?"

"I can be nice if I want to…"

"Next time, work on your timing."

"Oh, and we were just getting to the best bit!"

"Tell me you love me! Go on, say it!"

"Just pretend, you imbecile!"

"You ruined me!"

"No one touches me! No one!"

"You won't touch me again!"

"Someone shou- should do this for me, someone should be doing this for me!"

Breadwinner

"Get out of my territory!"

"Amateur! Fuckin' amateur!"

"I'm top dog, you shit!"

"GET OUTA MY FUCKIN' OFFICE!"

"You come to my town?! To MY TOWN?!"

"You're a nobody! Nobody!"

"Who the hell is that?"

"Yeah? Well, you're fired! Ya got that?"

"I was right, I tell ya. I was right, god damn it."

"Come on. Gimme a break!"

"Come on. Just let me explain, will ya?"

 "I'm too busy for this shit."

"Waste of my goddamn time."

"This isn't makin' me time OR money!"

"Goddammit, I'm bleeding!"

"Ahh. Ahh yeah, finally some service! Woo!"

"What happened to this thing?"

"Ha, it's my lucky day!"

"She should not have come here."

"Ah, a man can start a business down here, yeah. Now now, it's- it's not too late. I'll get to it."

"It's just a bad quarter. Naw, that's all. Yeah, market'll come back, huh? Yeah! Everything'll be fine. Yeah, it'll all be fine… Augh."

"I just gotta wait out the down cycle. I'm a success… I'm a fuckin' success!"

"I ain't afraid of failure… cause I ain'ts gonna fail!"

"These assholes don't get it. I'm a winner!"

"Came here to get rich… ain't gonna leave 'till I do!"

"Came down here with a dream… That dream's gonna happen."

"Aw, come on… they're gonna kill me if I lose you!"

"That's it? We're done?"

"You think that I'm dumb? Sure, sure, why not? You keep on thinkin' that."

"You think I wouldn't notice if you just waltzed in here? Huh?"

"I'll tell you what: I'll pay you to stay alive next time. How's that for a deal, you shit head."

"I earned this! Me!"

"You give it to me, you hear?"

"Just open your mouth."

"Ah, whose fault is this?"

"Look at this dump! Nothing left but nothing!"

[puuuders]

I wrote this and it was going to be a full fic but. i cant think of anything else to add onto it. i like it the way it is. so enjoy a jesus talk episode drabble. this was incredibly fun to write and i will probably write little interactions like this more often

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The worn build of Jim's chair creaked as he leaned back, a drawn-out, "Well now, ain't that somethin’," drawling from his lips. The staticy voice of the caller hung in the studio, a lone warrior defending the topic at hand. A slow smirk, the kind that had suggested the priest had heard this hundreds of times before, stretched across Jim's face. He picked up a cheap plastic pen, clicking it against the desk as he listened. Jim's eyebrows raised and his facial muscles contorted, punctuated by little puffs of air escaping his nose in soundless mockery.

Jim let out a low chuckle, warm on the surface, yet carrying a condescending undertone. "Now, see, us folks got our roots planted deep in the good soil of true music, the kind that lifts your spirit right up to meet the angels, well, we just got a clearer understandin' of the kinda muddy pictures them… Them metal sounds are tryin' to paint. It ain't that hard to hear the… The uncleanliness wailin' out from them there riffs, now is it?" He paused, a moment of silence offered as a challenge for the speaker, his head cocked slightly. "Now, if you were to pour that same kinda fire into defendin' the sweet name of our Lord, well, them pearly gates might just swing open a little wider for ya."

"It's not about your 'Lord'," the caller's voice shot back, "it's about the air you and I are breathing right here, right now. That is what this band has always been about. Explain to me, ‘Father’ Jim," the title dripped with sarcasm, "why chain yourself to a future that's not proven to be anything but a story? A story designed to keep you docile and, might I add, consistently donating? Wouldn't you say a truly loving God wouldn't want his children living in constant denial, labeling every earthly joy that he created as a ‘sin’ and a 'temptation' to be resisted? But maybe you don’t see it that way when you’re too busy collecting those donations."

Jim's tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he scrambled for a response, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his face. He hadn't anticipated such a direct argument, these pointed questions aimed squarely at him. His charm wavered, replaced by a sharper, more defensive tone. "Now, hold on. This life, see, it's a… a… a test of our devotion, plain and simple. A chance to earn somethin' eternal, somethin' that makes these few short years of earthly… Uh… well, trials, I guess, worth the struggle! You can't just go and- and speedball existence, it's a slow-"

"That's a nice lie you’ve built for yourself, isn’t it?" the caller chuckled, the sound dry and humorless. "You could choose happiness now, in this very moment, instead of waiting for some hypothetical reward after you're pushing up daisies. But you cling to this self-imposed suffering because some musty old book threatens you with eternal damnation for things as simple as a good time. And I know you like yourself a good-"

Jim's hand shot out, his fingers fumbling for the disconnect button. The abrupt click echoed in the sudden silence of the studio, violently cutting off the caller's words. Jim stared at the blinking lights on the console for a moment, his chest heaving slightly. He scrambled to regain his composure, a forced smile plastered on his face as he frantically pieced together a string of reassuring platitudes for his loyal listeners.

"Alright now, I think that just about wraps things up for our little heart-to-heart today, folks," Jim announced, his chuckle sounding strained and less authentic. "We certainly had ourselves a… Spirited discussion with that last fella, didn't we? Just goes to show you what happens when a soul wanders off the path to righteousness. A- And- And that very agitation we just heard spillin' out, well, that's a clear sign pointin' you right back to the loving arms of our Lord. He's the only one who can offer you true peace, not that kind of angry… Eh, rebelliousness, I suppose. So, I implore you, let Jesus touch your heart, and don't forget the good work the church is doin' right here in our very own community and how you can lend your generous support. Give, give, give! Be sure to tune in right here next week for more soul-stirrin' conversation right here on Jesus Talk with, yours truly, Father Jim Defroque. Consider yourselves officially Defroqued.” 

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Matt Taven x Reader●

Summary: You are taking care of Roddy when Adam and The Kingdom come to visit him.

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*Y/N's POV* *everything is being recorded for AEW Dynamite*

In the kitchen making some tea for Roddy, there is a knock at the door.

"You got it Y/N?"

"Well you ain't gonna get it."

We laugh and I walk over to the door opening it.

"Y/N!"

Adam walks in the door and hugs me. I hug him back and walk him to the living room where Roddy is.

"ADAM!"

Me and Adam jump at Roddy yelling. I shake my head and go back into the kitchen. Adam sits down with Roddy talking about some idea he has. There is another knock at the door.

"I got it boys!"

I walk over to the door and open it.

"Y/N! What's up lady?"

"Hi hun!"

"Hey boys. Roddy is in the living room. Want some tea?"

"Yes please!"

I walk back into the kitchen hearing the teapot starting to scream. They walk into the living room and start doing their promos for the camera. I grab some cups and put tea bags in them. I pour the water into them and mix the tea bags up a little. I grab the cups and walk over to the guys.

"Here ya go Roddy. Here guys."

I hand him his first than I give the other guys their cups. They all smile at me as I walk back to the kitchen to clean up. They continue talking, trying to get the most out of the video for tonight. Adam gets up, comes out to the kitchen and starts making some sandwiches for everyone. I grab him some paper plates and set them on the counter.

"Thank you."

I shake my head and continue cleaning the kitchen up. He walks over giving Matt, Mike and Roddy a sandwich than plays on his scooter. I turn around leaning on the counter looking at them.

"What do you think? As good as they used to....."

Roddy spits the sandwich back out on the plate than looks at Adam.

"Adam, you know I hate crust! All you had to do was cut off...."

"You know what? Stop! Stop. I have done everything...... everything I possibly can to help you. I have not talked to Max for weeks, practically.... and dammit, I need to get surgery. I'm done with this. I'm done!"

Adam rolls over to the door on his scooter as Roddy yells at him.

"Adam! Adam! Adam!"

Adam opens the door, walks out and slams the door behind him. I walk over to the couch, leaning on the back with my face next to Matt's.

"Fellas.... I know what I'm gonna have to do to get my best friend back."

Matt shrugs, I look at him and Mike turns to look at him.

"What?"

Roddy looks at the camera than back at us.

"I'm gonna have to be nice.... to that scumbag."

We all sigh and groan hearing Roddy say that. Mike leans forward and turns the camera off. I look down seeing Matt staring up at me. I smile at him than look at Roddy.

"Want me to make you a new sandwich?"

"Would you please?"

He hands me the plate with the sandwich he spit out, I grab it and walk to the kitchen. I throw it away than grab a new plate. I grab all the ingredients to make a new sandwich. I start making it when I feel a presence next to me. I look to my left seeing Matt standing next to me.

"Would you like another one too?"

"Yes please."

I smile looking up at him. He looks down at me slightly smiling as well. I blush a little and continue making Roddy's sandwich. Matt slowly starts putting his hands on my sides than wraps them around my waist putting his head on my shoulder. I giggle finishing Roddy's sandwich than starts making his. I feel him start lightly kissing my neck causing me to giggle.

"Hey, you two lovebugs. Is my sandwich almost done?"

Matt lets go of me and walks Roddy's sandwich over to him. I continue making his sandwich as he walks back over to me wrapping his arms around my waist again with his head on my shoulder. I turn my head, kissing his cheek while finishing his sandwich.

"I'm gonna make you my wife one day."

"You better."

[kingoquent]

Hello 'ello! We write again, sorry for not for a bit, 'been rather.. well I'd say busy! Visited Mildread for a bit, didn't stay there for too long. Ran into Vibiano at Hobbyhoo! May have nearly fell down a cliff. Currentlly resting for the day in my tent we set up in the outskirts with- right!

Found a pile of plush toys and asked about those- the owners(?) said that I could take one, they seemed really eager to get rid of them for some reason. Current running joke is that they're haunted or similar. The lil fella is really cute!! Reminds me of something but can't figure out what, oh well!

I was meaning to visit the local gods (and of course, you) but I gotta admit, we were and still are sorta nervous. Not the best with people in-person, but maybe this lil guy could give me the courage to come and say hi!

Kindest regards,

[====]

No worries partner, I ain't expecting ya ta write ta me everyday. Glad ya got ta seen Vib again! Always nice ta see a friendly face! ...Worried 'bout ya nearly 'fallin' off a cliff' but since ya are writin' ta me, I'll assume ya are a-okay. Don't be wanderin' off, 'n' watch ya surrondin's, can't have ya hurtin' ya self.

Don't think the plushies ring a bell in my mind, but at least they're cute. Maybe I'd be able to place 'em if I could get a description but I suppose it don't matter one way or another.

It's fair ya be nervous. Ain't everyday ya are given the opportunity ta speak ta gods Themselves, but none o' the gods are mean by any standard. 'Course, They all got their own uniqueness, but none will ever be rude. Ya ain't got a thing ta be stressed about. (Which reminds me, It would be a proper riot to see how the gods react ta ya in western wear, I'd love ta see that.) I'd love ta see ya too, 'n' everyone starts somewhere with getting ta be sociable, don't sweat it.

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Reversal of Roles || Drabble

Fandom: Xmen

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 1134

Summary: Where mutually startling each other counts as a meet-cute ------------------- Sometimes all it takes is the crackle of a branch that can't support the weight applied to it, followed by the simultaneous yelps of the one tumbling out and the one right below the tree.

Miranda didn't react as fast as she would've liked, hitting the ground rather ungracefully to the point that her image enhancer flickered before shutting off from the impact. Looking around like a spooked animal, her fear only grew when the thing wouldn't turn back on, and at the noise of a snapping twig she shot away in the thick shrubbery around the mansion to hide from whoever she startled so badly- where had they gone?

Glowing red eyes flicked back and forth from where she lay in hiding, observing the surrounding area until the person she had startled flickered back into view. He was pressed up against the trunk of the tree, arms back pressed against it as if he was pleading with the tree to protect him from whatever it decided to drop from its canopy. Eyes that genuinely reminded her of the rich honey kept in one of the cupboards of the kitchen slowly went over the bushes- until they made direct contact with her gaze.

With a slight noise she lowered herself further, trying to avoid those prying eyes.

"Hello? Are you alright?"

She blinked- that's not what she had expected out of him in the slightest. She had expected fear, panic- yes, even from another mutant. Mutant or not, strangers rarely took kindly to her odd looks. Even now she was trying to get her image enhancer to turn back on, but it stubbornly refused. And when she looked back up next, a hand was held out right in front of her.

She couldn't stop a startled hiss from escaping her, but he didn't draw back from it.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said in a soft, reassuring tone, "are you alright? You took quite the fall."

The glowing red eyes flicked down to his hand, with Miranda carefully considering what to do next. He seemed... nice; his voice was warm and gentle, his eyes even more so when she looked back up. Slowly, carefully, her hand reached out to his as her eyes intently watched his face to see how he would react. He didn't, patiently waiting for her to put her hand into his before gently and slowly closing his hand around hers just to help her back up; immediately letting go as she stood on her feet.

"Kurt! Over here!"

At the sudden call he vanished, and in a chain reaction she vanished too only to reappear in the canopy above albeit on a far more sturdy branch. She watched as the guy flickered back into view, only to be approached by Shadow. Rogue approached too, but she stayed a little further back.

"- So I said to him; no, I ain't givin' ya my sister's number, sugar. Ya ain't her type," Rogue concluded to Shadow, who nodded in solemn agreement.

"What is her type, anyway? For as long as I've been here I've never seen her bring anyone to the mansion," Shadow then mused, getting a soft smile from Rogue in return

"Hard to say. Long as I've known Mir and had her as a part of my life she hasn't fooled around with anybody. But if I were to wager a guess, I think she'd like the soft, sensitive type of fella. Those ain't easy to come by these days, though, so I reckon it's gonna take her a while to find one she clicks with. If she ever does. And that's not to mention how weird people and guys especially get when she shows them how she truly looks, ya know?"

Shadow nodded again, looking at her own communication device as it gave a little ping of a message received, a relieved look on her face.

"Friend of yours?"

"Yeah, after the news that people are restricting mutant rights once again I decided to let all of my friends know they could come here if they needed some place to stay safe. Kurt was the first to reply since he lives in a rougher part of the town, and-"

She was interrupted by two near simultaneous yelps, and immediately raised her hand in a reassuring matter to Rogue who tensed up, as she looked quick enough to see the mop of curly, navy blue hair before it vanished from sight.

"Sounds like he ran into my sis," Rogue noted with anxiety straining her voice.

"Easy, Rogue, let me get to him first," Shadow hushed softly, before moving to make her way over there.

"Kurt! Over here!"

As she arrived to the tree where she swore she had seen him, she looked around a little before he popped back into view and startled her a little.

"There you are. Are you alright?" she asked in concern.

"I'm fine," Kurt's voice was soft as he looked up into the canopy, "someone just dropped out from this tree. Some of the branches must have gotten damaged in that storm three days ago, but they left."

"It's good to see you," Shadows worries dropped a little, but rose again when she looked over her shoulder at Rogue who still seemed tense, "it's alright, I can vouch for him."

At that Rogue finally seemed to relax, while Shadow started to usher her friend towards the mansion, excitedly talking to him about a movie she had seen. When the two were farther away, she heard a small bamf next to her and her eyes flicked towards the green mutant next to her- Her eyes immediately widened, turning to her sister fully

"Mir, you're in full view, sugar-"

"I know," Miranda softly answered, "my image enhancer didn't make it through the fall. Hank is going to be so upset with me-"

"Nah, he'd fix it for ya with no complains. It's a sensitive hoodickey, after all; and he knows how much ya depend on it," Rogue reassured softly, before following Miranda's gaze to Shadow and Kurt who were excitedly talking in front of the mansion door.

"He... didn't seem startled by me..." Miranda mused, head tilting curiously, "he simply helped me back up..."

"Seems like kindness ain't a dying resource in this world, after all," Rogue chuckled, "he seems like a nice fella."

"Yeah... wait, why are you saying it with that kind of tone?"

"Eh," Rogue dryly replied with a shrug, moving away from Miranda's attempt to shove her via her clothed elbow, "look, ya got better things to worry about right now. Get ya butt to Hank to fix your image thingy, go on!"

And with another bamf of green teleporting smoke, Miranda vanished, while Rogue watched Kurt and Shadow go inside.

[miintsprigz]

Hiya!:] Was wonderin if you could do some headcanons for Scout and a GN!Reader that loves to sing and dance when they're alone? If this isn't exactly your cuppa tea, or if you dunno how to write this, you can ignore this request, I ain't forcin ya./pos

Hope you have a good day/night/evening/afternoon !!

I started writing last night and then forgot to save and lost EVERYTHING AAAH

I absolutely ADORE this prompt because it’s something I do, and I found the perfect song for it the other night to boot. I hope this is good—-

Song used as inspiration: “Knock Three Times” by Tony Orlando and Dawn

Character: Scout (TF2)

The mercs had finally left for the day, and for the first time in a long time, home base was vaguely quiet.

You adored them, each and every one of them, but the volume and sheer chaos of having all nine of them around could grate on you from time to time. Sometimes it was nice to just have the place to yourself for a little while.

As you got out of bed after hitting snooze a few times, it seemed as though you may have had your chance.

On went the radio as you started mixing some batter for a late pancake breakfast. It wasn’t long after you started heating up the skillet that one of your favorite songs came on.

You knew that meant only one thing.

At first, you hesitated, so used to a head poking out from around the corner, or a voice calling out just down the hall. But hey, the fellas were all at work! If there was any time to jam out, it was now.

So that’s exactly what you did. Singing along as though auditioning for some kind of contest (in your mind, if nothing else, you were winning), and turning the kitchen into your personal dancefloor.

Caring not how you looked or sounded. Simply filling the open air with music and making this little spot your happy place.

It was only a few songs later, and after stacking up a couple pancakes and starting to cook some bacon up…that you realized that you were not, in fact, alone.

A voice rang out.

“So, when’s the talent show audition, slugger? I think you’re gonna make it!”

You jumped probably a full foot backwards, eyes popping open. With a somewhat sheepish smile, the Scout poked his head through the doorway from the hall.

“How. Long have you been there.”

“Uh, since about…second or third song?”

“Why are you not at work???”

“…can’t a guy call out every so often? Geez.”

Cursing yourself under your breath, one hand came up and curled over your face.

“…remind me to check the rooms next time.” You could feel a rush of blood to your face, and the laughter of your surprise audience didn’t help.

Approaching you, he playfully bumped his shoulder against yours, elbowing you.

“Aw, c’mon, (Y/N)! Lighten up a little. It ain’t a crime ta have a good time. Hey. Look at dat. I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it.”

As you peeked through your fingers to pull a face at him, he smirked.

“There ya are.”

“You’re not gonna like…tell the others, right?”

“Don’t get why you’re so worried, but nah, I won’t tell ‘em if ya don’t want me to. Whoop, look out, your bacon’s gonna burn.”

“Oh!”

“I got it, I got it.”

Sure enough, he’d already caught it and got everything onto the plate…not-so-sneakily taking a piece for himself.

“Really though, you’re pretty good! I heard ya since you started this whole jam session, and honestly? You got some pipes on ya!”

Well, now you were just blushing at the compliments.

“And those moves? Engie’s been wantin’ ta start some…square dancin’ lessons, I think? Oh, he’d love dat.”

“You think so?”

“Sure! …(Y/N), ya only do solo dance parties, huh?”

“Uh…I guess? I dunno, I think I’d get too nervous to dance if I was in front of anyone.”

Scout raised an eyebrow at you, and looked to the side for a second, like he was checking to see if anyone else was around.

“…wanna know a secret?”

“Hmm?”

“I do the same friggin’ thing.”

You couldn’t help but smile. He did tend to play his music pretty loudly, but you were never sure exactly what he was up to in his room.

No sooner did he say that than a song that both of you happened to love came on. He eyed you slyly, biting back a grin.

You had to try your best not to crack a smile yourself. “What are you doing…”

He motioned with one hand out, trying not to laugh. “(Y/N), quick…before that gets cold. One song?”

Well, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous. Shrugging your shoulders, you chuckled. “Can’t hurt. Just promise you won’t laugh.”

“Nah.” He stared off sheepishly again. “…You promise da same?”

Nodding your head quickly, you followed his lead.

It was awkward at times for sure—you each couldn’t read the other’s mind, and they didn’t quite move as you thought they would sometimes—but in spite of that, it was fun. Almost as fun as dancing by yourself.

By the end, both of you were beaming.

“Hey, maybe I oughta talk ta hardhat about that hoedown thing.”

“I think I could try that.”

“Havin’ you as a dance partner, I think it might be kinda fun!”

“Aw gosh.”

“Whaaat? I’m not bad, you can’t deny that.”

You rolled your eyes, handing him a plate before you helped yourself.

“…aw, you shouldn’t have.”

“Oh shush, I knew you were gonna ask, Scout.”

“…guilty.”

[befrienderofelves]

Kieran Duffy x GN!Reader pre relationship. Gifting Kieran clothes. No pronouns for reader. Fluff. Not proofread. Idk about this one im... tired.

Thank you @kieropal for the prompt!

"Duffy!" You shout as you ride into camp. It easily gets his attention and he walk over to you and your horse with concern.

"Yeah? There anything wrong?"

With a grin, you drop a burlap sack full of Something in his arms before dismounting. "Nothing wrong, I gotcha somethin from town."

He holds the suspiciously. You've been the kindest to him so far but he ain't been off that tree long enough to be fulling trusting of anyone yet . "What'd you get?" He asks cautiously.

You grin as you say, "Picked you out some clothes!" You move to open up the bag. "You said you ain't too comfortable in Mac's old stuff, and it don't fit you right anyway." You begin to pull out some shirts, and Kieran looks very surprised.

"Oh hell, you ain't had ta do this for me. And I got nothing to pay you back with."

"It's a gift, Kieran, no need for repayment."

"I... Thank ya then. I appreciate it." He says it so sincerely, and you're overcome with fondness for him.

"Youre welcome," you respond, enjoying the moment for a while longer before saying, "I haven't even show ya the best part yet!"

Kieran's surprised by your enthusiasm and can't help but to smile as he says "What's that then?". He watches you dig through the bag, waiting for whatever the best part might be.

You pull out a bundle of thick brown leather and triumphantly exclaim, "Ferrier's chaps! So hopefully I won't be seeing any of these new jeans in the mending pile any time soon."

Once again, Kieran is surprised beyond belief. "Oh that's just soo much. I don't think I've ever owned anything that nice, I couldn't."

"Too bad, don't have a choice. You're part of the gang now and and you ain't a fucking jackass like some of the other fellas, which means I'm gonna nag you to take care of yourself. Just how it works."

Kieran laughs at that. "Well then I guess I'll just be thanking ya for a while."