#Happy Bo Peep

[nailwraps]

Them and why I fight hard EVERY. DAY. to save this show.

If you have not seen Happy!, PLEASE watch it. We need more supporters (especially for HappyxBoPeep) on this show.

I love this trope sm 😭💖✨

I like to call it “Tall big strong lady and small himbo who worships the ground she walks on”

[xlovely-liviix]

In honor of sppppooooooooooky season, I'm just gonna draw my fandoms in halloween costumes.

So here's Rosalina! I messed her up, but she'll be fine

Line art? Under the cut

[nailwraps]

I'm calling upon all Happy! fans on tumblr who want more of this crazy, underrated Syfy series AND support the Happy x Bo Peep ship to join the 4th annual #HappeepValentinesDay event!

Read the rules above and help show your support for IF-dom's crazy yet adorable couple and help get a 3rd season made for their love to continue!

Have fun love birds. ;)

[cottagegorevampy]

i say baaah instead of boo this year!

[thebunsquad]

Hello everybunny~ It's time to discuss the first time Disney tried to adapt an operetta. Also, let's talk about Laurel and Hardy as well. This is Babes In Toyland.

[dinosaurwithablog]

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Murat Gūngör photographer

The population of New Zealand today is around 5.1 million. The number of sheep in the country is around 29 million. Of course, sheep are not the only animals living in New Zealand! New Zealand is home to many species of bats and birds, including sheep and kiwi.28 Apr 2024

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | let’s get kinky (part 2)

♡ fandoms; Friday the 13th, House of Wax, Scream (kinda), Hannibal (TV), Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Jason Vorhees, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Danny Johnson, Hannibal Lecter

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; graphic sexual content, kink content, daddy kink (NOT ddlg), blood kink, knife kink

♡notes; i’m alive (ish) !!! i think i forgot how to write but have this

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Jason Vorhees

> he’s a vanilla guy, honestly

> he’s a virgin when you meet and still believes a lot of what his mother taught him

> however, he is eager to please

> so eager to please that with some gentle coaxing, you could get him to try about anything once

> he’s a natural service top- but he’d bottom no questions asked

> in terms of dom and sub dynamics, he fits pretty snugly in the sub category

> but as I said, he’d try anything once, including completely doming you

> and even if he is submissive, the man is tall, wide, and pure muscle

> it’s not hard for him to get rough- sometimes he is without even realizing it

> but the aftercare is always top-notch, he takes care of you the whole rest of the day/night even if it’s not necessary

> funnily enough he thinks oral is pretty scandalous at first, but god he loves when you suck him off, lapping and trying to take all of him even though it’s probably impossible

Bo Sinclair

> maybe listing kinks he doesn’t have would be faster

> in all seriousness, there are quite a few he’d be gunning for when the topic comes up for the first time

> he loves being called daddy or sir, or would accept most other dom titles

> he’s super into roleplay- but he loses the plot pretty fast

> he love love loves tying you up and using you as he pleases

> if you trust him enough he’ll gag you too, and maybe leave you tied up while he goes to take care of business

> he likes spanking and biting and bruising your hips from gripping you too tightly

> and he likes kissing all of the little marks he left for days afterwards

>making sure they heal properly, he always says, though he’s quick to replace them

> if you can manage to get him to sub- big if- he’s an incredibly whiny and desperate brat. but taking him can be fun.

Billy Lenz

> he’s the switch of the century 🔥🔥🔥

> he alternates so frequently between praise and degradation that it’s jarring at times

> “oh just look at my pretty whore- you like billy’s cock? take it like the fucking slut you are—“

> and he loves loves loves being on the receiving end of both as well

> he has an oral fixation, big time. And if your fingers aren’t in his mouth, his fingers are in yours

> and, to no one’s surprise, he loves phone sex

> he’ll call you from the attic as foreplay

> and he loves watching you, peeping through the wall as you put on a show for him

> he loves edging- mostly on the receiving end

> and when he finally cums, he wants it to be all over your face or chest.

Danny Johnson

> borderline exhibitionist. maybe not even borderline.

> y’all are fucking in the car, in alleys, anywhere you can have just enough privacy

> and man oh man, is he going to take so many pictures of you

> posed on the bed or on your knees in front of him or freshly fucked and nearly in tears

> when he has you screaming, he wants to hear his name, not anything else

> he’s a hair puller, and he’s more than happy to choke you

> if you ask nicely, that is. he’ll have you beg for most things

> he calls you his kitty or puppy, or baby doll if you don’t like either of those

> if you stroke his ego and praise him, he’ll do absolutely anything you want

> he’ll even be a good boy and bottom for you if he trusts you enough - though he’s an absolute pillow prince when he does bottom

Hannibal Lecter

> debatably the “worst” of the bunch

> he’s the type to really commit to BDSM dynamics

> you WILL call him master, and he’ll probably call you “my pet”

> he likes choking, spanking, the whole nine yards that a lot of the other

> but he very much has a knife kink, and a blood kink. he likes giving little nicks and lapping the blood up, getting a proper taste of you

> of course he can live without it, but if you let him indulge you’d be greatly rewarded

> and even with his strictly dominant nature, he is a very generous master

> he loves going down on you, and he loves overstimulating you when he does

> he’ll have you whining before he gets past your thighs, seeming to always know just what to do make you squirm

[haarrrys]

bo peep 🦢

wc - 1.1K

🏷️ tags - boyfriend!harry, fem!reader, long distance relationship, fluff, slight angst if you squint.

pairings - boyfriend!harry & fem!reader 🕰️🎧

summary - y/n is hiding something, or someone, from harry, who is on the other side of the world.

(a/n) no spellcheck, so i apologize in advance! i wrote this in like five mins so it’s kinda.. blah but I wanted to share it :)

“so.. I did a thing.” is the first thing y/n says to him after accepting his facetime.

“oh no..” harry chuckles, his eyes furrowing in confusion, and a little worry.

“please don’t be mad.”

“well.. love, that depends on what it is..” harry says, his once playful mood beginning to diminish. what if it’s something serious?

“it’s something that could change our relationship forever.” y/n says, a blank face staring back at harry through the screen. uncomfortable chills run down his body, and he wishes he wasn’t miles away from her.

“is this something we should be discussing over facetime then..?” harry sighs, a frown taking over his features. he was excited to call y/n after his show, having missed her the whole day, but now this uncertainty is fucking up his day.

“i better just show you now..i think it would be better this way.” y/n explains, shuffling heard from her end. from the background, he can tell y/n is still in their “shared” bedroom in england. (it’s harry’s, but he likes to call it’s theirs) for some reason, this eases his anxiety slightly.

“come here, it’s okay.” he hears y/n whisper.

“did you adopt a baby or summat? why are you cooing..” harry starts, but his words become quiet as the smallest little white kitten enters the frame.

it’s silent for a moment, until the little thing meows, and harry barks out a laugh that startles the kitten.

“oh god, love— i thought— I thought this was something serious!” he says in between laughs, attempting to catch his breath.

y/n pretends to be offended, but the smile she fights off her face says otherwise. “oi! this is very serious. could make or break our relationship, because im not returning her.” she explains, making harry smile at her cuteness.

“i thought we agreed no pets? for now atleast..” harry says. since he’s always touring, traveling, moving, adopting a pet just wouldn’t fit into that lifestyle. they’d have to get pet sitters, who more often than not would be spending more time with the kitten than them.

“i know but.. it’s so lonely here. i need a companion. when me and y’mum visited the animal shelter and i saw this sweet little angel.. I couldn’t leave her there. anne said she kinda looks like you too.”

harry chuckles, “should’ve known my mum had something to do with this. crazy cat lady.”

“don’t call your mother that.” she hisses, although knowing, there is some truth to his words.

harry ignores her comment, “im sorry that you feel lonely. long distance is..hard. but are you sure about this? when you join me on tour it’s gonna be difficult with a kitten.”

“im sure. ill take her everywhere if i have to, she’s the sweetest, calmest girlie ever.”

“and it’s okay, i knew what i was getting myself into when we started dating.”

harry frowns at that. “i feel like a shit boyfriend.” he admits, sighing. y/n frowns back, setting the kitten down on harry’s side of the bed, which he envy’s for a split second.

“your an amazing boyfriend harry. so don’t say that.”

“i feel like i’m neglecting you— i should be with you.”

y/n shakes her head,”y’not. long distance isn’t rare y’know? you love touring, it makes you happy, I’m not upset. sure it gets..lonely, but that’s just part of being miles apart right? would be weird if I didn’t get lonely.. the love of my life is across the world!” she laughs.

harry smiles, making no attempt to cover the blush that tints his cheeks. for the first time in a relationship, he feels theirs a mutual bond of just..love, and needing eachother.

“you make me happy too, more than touring i reckon.” he says, making her pout dramatically through the screen. “don’t make me cry in front of bo peep haz.” she sniffs.

“bo peep? as in… from toy story? you named the kitten bo peep?” harry says, a serious look on his face before he breaks into laughter.

“wha? it’s a good name! i call her bo for short. don’t laugh at it! and also, not just from toy story..it’s a nursery rhyme too.” she says, acting offended.

“sorry love, it’s not a bad name. i kinda love it. bo.” he tries.

y/n smiles, nodding, before she yawns.

“tired babe?” harry asks, remembering it’s pretty early for her right now. it’s ‘twelve am’ for him.. so it’s like, five or six am for her.

“mhmh..couldn’t fall asleep with this little one.. feel like a new parent. im scared something will happen to her. also, wanted to hear your voice.” she says, yawning again at the end of her sentence.

harry coos, “imagine when we have babies, you’re gonna be a wreck.” he laughs. the topic isn’t foreign, or uncomfortable for them. in the two years they’ve been together, talking about babies and marriage is something that always comes up in their conversations, especially late night ones.

in past relationships, talking about children so early on would frighten harry, but with her.. it just seems so normal. he can talk about their nonexistent babies and actually picture their family; curly brown haired babies with harrys green eyes but their mothers face.

“me? y’know your gonna be much worse. i can already see you freaking out.” she tiredly laughs, images of harry frightened when her water breaks, or when their baby takes a small little tumble that wouldn’t leave more than just a tiny scratch.

harry laughs, “your not completely wrong.”

“is bo asleep?” harry asks, watching y/n’s eyes shoot awake. he feels bad, she almost succumbed to her much needed slumber, but harry wasn’t done talking to her.

“umm,” she says, sitting up to look a bo, who is nuzzled comfortably into harrys pillow, soft meows involuntarily leaving her.

“look at her.” y/n coos, moving the camera so harry can see bo.

“awhh, she’s adorable. i can’t wait to meet her. will you send me photos?” harry says. as soon as he’s up tomorrow, he’s gonna show all the crew members their newest addition.

“mhmm.. i already have a photo album for her.”

her words are lazier, indicating harry should let her sleep now, much to his dissatisfaction.

“alright baby, it’s been good talking to you, but I think you need to sleep now.” harry smiles, causing y/n to groan, “m’sorry i couldn’t talk long..will you stay on the phone?”

harry shakes his head, “think we both know that only ends with me talking off y’ear love. you can call me when you wake up.” he says.

y/n frowns, but nods. “g’night harry, i love you. bo loves you.”

“night, love you both, sending my kisses.” he says, finally signing off when y/n blows him a kiss.

thank you so much for reading! ☕️ 🤍

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[charliedawn]

Slashers who meet a to-be victim whos just putting glitter on things

A to-be victim who has a room full of posters of serial killers and slashers

Imagine two of Bo's worst nightmares. Glitter. And sparkles. Combine them. Put them in a room and that would be your bedroom. And worst of it all...Posters of him and his brothers in every single corner. He was speechless...

"...What in the—? What is this place ?! Hell ?!"

As soon as he was in, he wanted to leave. Only to discover that the door was locked and he had now glitter on his shoes and his hand. And then, you appeared with a whole bucket of glitter in your hands. And Bo started praying.

Him : "Whatdya think yer gonna do with that exactly ?!"

You *devilish smirk*

Him : "Oh no, you don't ! Get the heck away from me !"

…Bo couldn’t get all the sparkles out of his hair for weeks.

...Wow.

Jason was surprised and impressed. A full room dedicated to him and the slashers. He hadn't expected it. He didn't really mind though. It meant you knew about him and weren’t scared.

Him *smiles* : "Do you want some help ?"

You *handing him a full bucket of glitter* : "Sure ! Put them everywhere. And you can help take pictures of the others for me."

He was more than happy to help and you ended up having a good time playing with glitter and stalking the other slashers. Jason may not really care about glitter and sparkles, but he’d be happy to spend time with you.

The Penny Brothers love glitter. It is something fun and colourful for Penny. He would help you decorate the whole hospital. He’d even be thrilled to meet a fan and see all the posters you have of them. It would mean that you are as crazy as him and you would get along just fine. Penny loves crazy people.

And for Pennywise ? Pennywise sees it as the perfect torture. Those little colourful flakes are impossible to remove from clothes or hair and when people receive them in their eyes…It means atrocious suffering and temporary blindness. So, of course he’d love them.

Brahms was ecstatic when he learned about the new patient who loves glitter and sparkles. He wanted to be your friend before he even met you. He stayed away for a while and only showed himself when he was sure you were what he thought you were. When he saw the huge posters of him, he got flustered. But, he got particularly excited when you showed him your collection of pink and purple items covered in glitter. He immediately felt like he had found someone who understood him.

It wasn’t long before Brahms started walking around proudly with a glitter-covered mask. And he didn’t even care about the others making fun of him for it, because there was you.

Norman knew from the start. He first rent you a room and when he took a look through the peep hole—he was immediately blinded by the brightness in the room. But, he was flattered by the posters.

Let’s just say that Norman found it endearing, but he isn’t a really big fan of glitter and sparkle—especially on him. It means more cleaning. But, on you ? He’d find it adorable and would gladly run the vacuum every day if it meant he got to see you in those very pretty and original outfits of yours.

Norman *smiles* : "Very cute, my little monster. Very cute."

Freddy : "FIRE IN THE HOLE !" *uses a literal canon to make the whole place sparkle*

Freddy loves chaos. You would just give him an idea to cause more trouble and make the whole hospital swim in glitter. Fortunately, the staff and the other slashers are used to it by now.

But, it doesn’t mean they like it all the same.

Random nurse *after she got covered in green glitter* : "…FREDDY ! Y/N ! Come back here !"

You and Freddy *cackling while running away*

Barry LOVES glitter. He lives for it. He wants each of his outfits to have a sparkle to them. And he’d design all sorts of clothes for you.

Barry *screams when you get out of the dressing room* : "YES ! Absolutely nailed it ! Twirl for me, darling. Yes. Thank you. Absolutely gorgeous."

Vincent did take you as an inspiration for his new piece. He took some of your supplies to cover his new wax statue and at the end, he offered it to you. It was a wax statue of yourself and Vince waited anxiously for your opinion.

Vincent *fidgets nervously*

You *smile widely* : "I love it !"

He was really ecstatic and gave you a hug. He really wanted you to like it.

[https-milo]

1 ☾ COSTUMES/ Eijiro Kirishima !!

DAY ONE OF FLUFFTOBER!

Summary

going costume shopping with your boyfriend <3

HAPPY FLUFFTOBER LOSERS! CAN'T WAIT FOR THIS SPOOKY SEASON <3

flufftober masterlist!

"EJIROOOOO!" You shouted gleefully as you barged into his room, his mom had let you in just seconds before. You jumped onto his bed, where he was sleeping, and woke him up.

Startled, he shot up and activated his quirk, almost scratching you. "Y/N!" He exclaimed in concern as you giggled. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, right?"

"Huh? No of course not!" You furiously shook your head. You pulled out your wallet and showed him the money you were paid from your job. "I'm gonna treat you good today, baby! We're getting...Drumroll please...."

Eijiro rolled his eyes playfully but grinned widely and drummed his fingers on your thigh. He was sitting against his headboard without a shirt and you sat beside his outstretched legs and bore the same grin he had.

"Costumes! We're getting costumes!" You exclaimed. Eijiro's grin widened and he embraced you in a tight hug.

"Really!? I've been wanting to do that with you for so long!" He was just as excited as you.

"I know! That's why you're getting spoiled today, babe!" I replied as I dragged him off his bed and dug around in his closet to get something for him to wear. You ended up choosing cargo shorts and a Crimson Riot graphic tee. You turned away as he changed into your chosen outfit.

Once changed, he grabbed your hand gently and you two raced to your car to visit the annual pop-up store that sold costumes. "Are you so excited!?" You asked as you beamed happily at Eijiro. The two of you walked into the store.

"Obviously! Thank you for taking me here... But, I'm not sure how manly it is to let my girlfriend pay for me," Eijiro said dramatically. You rolled your eyes and lightly hit his shoulder.

"It's like modern-day manliness. It's so manly to be comfortable enough in your manliness to let your darling girlfriend pay for you!" You replied. "Besidessss, you can pay for our lunch after we get our costumes!"

Eijiro nodded, "Always!"

"Glad we agree," You smiled. "Now! Let's get to shopping!" Immediately, you both split up and ran to different sections of the store. But, you both had one thing in mind; Find a cute couple's costume!

Looking through the racks, you pulled out a few matching costumes you knew Eijiro would like. You looked around the store until you found said man and excitedly showed him what you found.

"Ok! I got Woody and Bo Peep," You said, holding up said costume bags. Eijiro nodded and urged you to continue. "And Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps!"

"I like both of those! But I think I have something better..." He pulled two costumes from behind his back and showed them to you. "A pirate and a shark!" His grin was so wide, you were sure it outshined the sun.

With a grin of your own was placed sincerely on your face, you nodded and set the costumes you chose back on the racks. "That may be the best idea yet, Babe." You kissed his cheek and got ahold of his hand once more.

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@drxgonspine

[shuichisweave]

costume party

riddler x (sort of bimbo) reader part one

halloween fic

suggestive

“Edward”

Oh dear god. Oh no. Oh fuck.

You did not call him Edward unless he had truly fucked up. What was it now? Had all of his plans of eventually letting you in on knowing who he truly was gone awry? He froze in place, unable to move or even look in your direction, as if he had been plastered down onto the cushion of the loveseat in your shared apartment. 

No. Impossible. It couldn’t be- he had done everything absolutely perfectly, everything falling into place just as it should have, slowly introducing the idea of him being more radicalized than he had let on when he first met you. It was going to be sublime. He realized that by now he had not responded to you for nearly a minute. Better late than never.

“Yes dear? Is everything alright?” He looked over his shoulder to see you behind him tapping your foot on the ground. Looking impatient, disappointed even. “Eddie, baby, what day is it?” His eyes swatted from you to the calendar on the fridge. October 26th. 

“Uhhhh… the twenty-sixth?” You softened your gaze slightly, realizing he had no clue how close the upcoming holiday was. “Eddie, we have a costume party coming up on the twenty-ninth of this month. There's only three days left counting today to get our shit together and put together some costumes. We’re going costume shopping today and that’s final” You turned back into your shared bedroom to get ready for shopping without another word. Edward let out a heavy sign he didn’t realize he had been keeping in.

-

The Halloween surplus store luckily wasn’t too bare bones for it being the end of October. A few shelves were sparingly stocked however most were full. Unfortunately for Eddie that just meant more for you to browse through and drag him into trying on. “Eddie, look at this! How cute! A playboy bunny costume! Isn’t it so pretty!” You showed him the vinyl wrapped costume package with a scantily clad woman with bunny ears on. He audibly gulped at the thought of having to share your presence with others while you wore that.

Even after having been together for over a year he still didn’t know how to respond to you in a situation like this. “It’s er- lovely sweetheart but don't you want these to be matching costumes? That means I’ll either have to be Hugh Hefner or a playboy bunny too, and I don’t know how I feel about having to wear that around some of your coworkers…” You took a moment to think on it, and placed the bagged costume back on its proper hook. “Good idea you’re so right! Plus Hugh Hefner is just ugh you know? I don’t want to think of you as a gross old guy” You went back to peruse some of the stocked costumes, taking your time to look through them carefully. “AHA! It’s so perfect, Eddie look! Look, look, look!” In your hands you held a skimpy little bo-peep costume, complete with thigh highs, a garter, and a baby pink shepherd's crook.

“So what do you think? Should I get it? That way you can be a cute little sheep and we’ll look perfect together! He nearly came in his work khakis at the thought of you, practically nude in that little get up and dragging him around the party like your sex slave. “Y-yes absolutely. I think you’ll look … so so pretty” You grinned and searched for a way to make him have a not too embarrassing sheep costume.

-

Finally making it home you squealed in delight at the thought of Ed seeing you in this costume and making his jaw drop to the floor. Although to him he just thought it was a shriek of happiness from finally having a cute outfit to wear for the party you would be holding. “Alright, I’m gonna go try it on! No peeking okay?” It was then that he realized it would have been a great idea to bug the bathroom, he would have made good use out of the pictures and videos that a hidden camera in there would produce. After a few minutes of hearing the sound of plastic bags and shuffling, the bathroom door opened and you appeared, donning the frilly costume. Your tits nearly spilled out the top of the corset top and the soft pink skirt left nothing to the imagination. You frowned slightly and said “Eddie? I’ve called your name three times by now. What do you think? Too much?” He nearly shouted “No! No no it’s perfect. Truly it’s perfect, you look perfect”

You strolled back over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m so happy you like it Eddie, I absolutely adore it” You gently wrapped your arms over his shoulders, hanging off of him. “So now that I know how you feel about it- do you want to try it out?”

“Try it out? What do you mean?” He looked at you utterly confused. “C’mon Eddie baby” You said, taking him by the hand and pulling him towards your shared bedroom. 

“Oh!”

Oh.

[muridae3]

Call Sign | Harvey x Reader

Harvey has a surprise for the farmer involving his favorite hobby.

“What are you doing?” you asked, watching Harvey tinker with his pilot radio. He was still in his pajamas—an odd sight, to be sure.

“GAH!” He jumped in front of the radio, throwing his arms out to shield it from view. “Nothing! Go do your chores, honey. I’ll be here when you get back.”

“Is your radio broken? I can order some more parts; you don’t have to fix it yourself—” You began to cross over to him.

“No, no, it’s in tip-top shape.” Harvey smiled awkwardly.

“Then why are you being... weird?”

“I’m not being weird. If anything, you’re being weird.” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug. “Go do your chores, dear. I’ll make breakfast, and we can eat together when you get back.”

“Alright...” You kissed his cheek. “I love you, you dork. Don’t electrocute yourself.”

“I love you too. Go, go!” He flicked a wrist at you, as if to say ‘shoo’.

Rolling your eyes, you went outside to tend to your crops and animals. The morning sun warmed your back as you worked, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Harvey’s odd behavior. You wondered what he could be hiding.

An hour later, everything was finally done, and you stepped back into the house.

As promised, breakfast was waiting for you on the table, but your beloved husband was not.

“Harvey? I’m back!” You called down the hallway towards your bedroom.

“Coming!” He responded, before hurrying down the hallway, still tying his tie. “I’m sorry, honey, I thought I had more time.”

“No worries, Harv, it’s just breakfast.”

You couldn’t help but notice the excited glint in his eyes as you sat down to your meal. He asked you about how the farm was doing, and though he seemed genuinely interested in your responses, you could tell he was suppressing a grin.

As soon as you had scraped the last bit of egg from your plate, Harvey swept it off the table.

“You cooked, hon, I can do the dishes...” You started as he ran the water in the sink.

“No, no. You go freshen up. I have a surprise for you.” He couldn’t stop the grin from lighting up his features, making you smile right alongside him.

“Okay... how long do I have?”

“Half an hour should be plenty of time for me to get it finished.” He said confidently. “Go, before I use all the hot water on these dishes!”

“I’ll see you in half an hour, then.” You sighed, smiling to yourself as you grabbed a fresh set of clothes and disappeared into the bathroom, pondering what on earth he could possibly be doing.

When you emerged, feeling much better, he was waiting in the bedroom.

“It’s ready!” He motioned for you to follow him into his hobby room.

A new set of headphones rested on a new chair, right next to his.

“Harvey...” You were speechless.

“Surprise!” He said triumphantly, sweeping his hand with a flourish. “I ordered these weeks ago, but they just came in this morning. I thought we could listen for planes together!”

“Harvey.” You took his hands and looked into eyes. “I would love nothing more.”

He grinned at that, leading you to your new chair. “First, we have to come up with a call sign for you. Mine is Dr. H, but it really just has to be three syllables or less.”

“Hm...” You touched a finger to your chin, thinking. “I think it should be a play on Farmer, since that’s what everyone calls me.”

“Hmm...” Harvey adjusted his glasses. “MacDonald? Bo Peep? Mother Duck?”

“Those are good, but... I’ve got it! Farmer Brown!”

His eyes lit up. “That’s perfect, sweetheart! Dr. H and Farmer Brown. I like it!”

You smiled, reveling in his happiness. “I know it’s early, but do you think there is any air traffic?”

“Only one way to find out!” He grinned. “Allow me.” He ceremoniously slipped the headphones on your head, and you marveled at how well they fit. He flicked a few switches, and the machine whirred to life.

“Okay...” He mumbled as he settled his headphones onto his head. “This is Dr. H and Farmer Brown at... 52 North, 43.5 east, seeking aerial response. Anyone out there?”

The static buzzed in your ears before a voice came through. “Copy... Dr. H and Farmer Brown on the ground. This is Sparrow Eighty Eight, anything to report?”

Harvey squeezed your hand, the excitement in his eyes only adding to your own. He tilted his head towards you, signaling you to go ahead. You had heard him give ground reports enough to piece one together on the spot from his equipment. “Standard Ground report: Wind is at two clicks, 36 degrees south of west. Ground temperature is 43 kraggs. Humidity is 34 percent.”

“Thanks, Dr. H and Farmer Brown. Sparrow Eighty Eight Out!”

“Dr. H and Farmer Brown out!” Harvey responded before jumping out of his seat. “Let’s go see if we can see the plane!”

You barely had time to remove your headphones before he dragged you to the porch, earnestly looking into the sky.

Sure enough, a plane passed overhead, and Harvey could only stare at it in awe.

“That was amazing!” He said, grinning from ear to ear. “A real TR-Starbird! You did so good, honey. I’m so proud!”

Before you could react, he scooped you into a hug. You closed your eyes, savoring the moment. “We should really make a habit out of plane spotting together!”

“I would love nothing more, my dear.” He said as he kissed the top of your head.

[byhuenii]

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ matching halloween costumes w/ jjk men

AN: listen yes i know IM 5 days late to halloween but who gives a fuck! i love me halloween i love me some matching halloween costumes and i love me some jjk men. simple girl with simple needs 🤷‍♀️ Fem!reader BTW

Included: Gojo Geto Nanami Toji Choso !!

Gojo Satoru - Beast Boy and Raven

at first he was totally against the idea of turning his hair green because duh it was what made satoru satoru! but with some little convincing he caved in (YES!)

he knew of beast boy and raven is what he told you but he didn’t he really didn’t have a childhood to which he could watch cartoons, so he had to look up beast boy and robin he even watched some clips of just beast boy and raven. he wanted to fit the role—the more he watched the more he was convinced yeah he is beast boy.

and when the costumes finally came in on time for shoko’s halloween party, he was already in character. instead of calling you princess baby he now calls you mama. you can’t lie it makes you giggle at how dedicated he is. and to be honest he really just wanted to see you in that body suit with tights and a cape. before and during the party he couldn’t keep his hands off you. (he is so beast boy :c)

Geto Suguru - Woody and Bo Peep

at first he was confused like, why would you want to be dolls? why couldn’t you be like mario and princess peach? but no you had to convince him to be woody and bo peep. it took some actual convincing a whole powerpoint presentation.

he knew of those two already since you loved doing toy story, it was your comfort movie. your go to movie. your my personality movie. he still never got the whole appeal of it still. it wasn’t like you two were doing anything it was just going to be a simple chill at home handing candy to kids while satoru and shoko were there being themselves annoying geto. so when he put the costume on the day of halloween he looked himself in the mirror laughing. you who was confused thought he liked it oh so wrong. he thought he looked stupid,

you were already in the living room with satoru and shoko talking. he wanted to walk out without the costume but he knew you had always wanted to match as bo peep and woody—he put it back on and sucked it up. satoru being satoru of course laughing at suguru but he didn’t care suguru did it for you. (he would look so cute as woody with his long hair/man bun DONT @ ME.)

Nanami Kento - Flynn Ryder and Rapunzel

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON NANAMI. that man is such a gentleman he doesn’t care what you guys are for halloween, as long as you’re happy that’s all that mattered to him. he never cared for halloween it was just a silly holiday to dress up, this was serious for you SERIOUS BUSINESS.

the two of you binged watched every single disney princess movie and you came to the conclusion he liked tangled the most. there was just something about the movie he liked it. you immediately ordered everything for the costume so when he finally out it on, it was game over. it was like he was fit perfectly for the role as flynn ryder. he thought he looked good but when you put on the costume you looked amazing to him,

something about the corset and longer hair did something to him, got him giggling kicking his feet! you could say the same. the white open top button with the vest…it was like his normal attire but just more flynn ryder. safe to say he had kiss stains all over his face

Fushiguro Toji - The chef and Remy the rat

Listen you are basically already toji’s sugar mommy cause that boy cannot hold a job and for that why don’t we give him a job on halloween as a one of the many chefs from ratatouille!

you moreover the rat wouldn’t maybe say remy but definitely a cute ass rat! toji was all for it until you put on the ears. he looked at you all weird like you were some human sized rat which you weren’t. you literally had a grey corset white skirt and rat ears. CUTE rat ears. he wouldn’t even kiss you or hug you because he thought he would be seen as a rat lover like what??

you didn’t care you looked cute and took picture cause at the end of the day your goal was just to make you and your greasy boyfriend look cute together, maybe you should’ve done ghost face but who cares you were a cute rat.

Choso Kamo - Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy

it was a last minute costume, both of you weren’t going to do anything but remembered you could just walk around Shibuya! …well itadori invited you two because he knew you two would laze around on the couch watching cheap horror movies on the TV with some popcorn that was probably too stale for you two to eat.

and with last minute costumes calls for last minute shopping and what did you find? some spiderman suits. i mean take what you can get and don’t throw a fit! choso was skeptical cause its just a bodysuit, he would be exposed! but he still bought it, and man that shit formed his body perfectly, his abs were outlined his biceps.

the two of you ended up just throwing on some sweats/cargos over the bodysuit and called it a day. choso had the mask hang out of his front pocket, you just wanted to grab it wrap it around his neck and pull him into infinite kisses. yuuji thought you two looked so cute with the matching costume! if yuuji likes the costume and you like the costume that is all that mattered to choso, he was happy loving every moment he spent with you and yuuji.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Stranger 7

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Destroyer!Chris

Summary: A stranger buys the farmstead nearby and disturbs your sleepy village life.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You don’t really have to ask. Chris stays for dinner. It’s just another way for him to taunt you. That’s what he’s doing, isn’t it? And why? Because you ran away? Because you didn’t want to sit with him at the cafe? You’re shy, that’s all it is. It was never meant to be an insult.

You offer to cook dinner as your grandmother stays out on the porch and swings. You can hear them talking but try to block out their words. You want this night to be over but you know even then, it’s not the end. You can’t believe she would just send you off with him on a date. A stranger!

You put the chicken in the oven and peel potatoes to boil. You hear the front door and footsteps but they climb the stairs instead of coming to you. Maybe he’s looking for the bathroom. You hear the swing squeaking as your grandmother sways, the frame knocking against the house now and again.

You rinse off the skinned potatoes and set them aside, drying off your hands as you peer at the ceiling. You haven’t heard the pipes at all. You put the dishcloth lazily on the counter and tiptoe out to the bottom of the stairs. What is he doing?

You turn away but halt. You face the staircase again and cautiously climb. The bathroom door is wide open and dark. Beside it, your bedroom door is lit up and half-shut. You creep down and as you near, you see Chris standing at the open drawer of your dresser. You place your palm against the wood and inch open the door.

“What are you doing?” You ask but he doesn’t flinch as he carelessly tosses your underwear drawer. “Hey, that’s private–”

He takes out your journal and as you lunge to grab it, he raises it beyond your reach. You collide with him as he faces you and he chuckles. Why is he being so mean?

“Please,” you beg, “don’t–”

“Relax,” he says, “I’m not gonna read it.” He lowers it and taps the flimsy metal lock, “I just wanna get to know you and since you don’t like to talk so much…” he offers the diary and you snatch it away, “I gotta go off clues…”

“I’m sorry, I’m just… shy,” you shrug. “Really, I never meant to make you so mad–”

“I’m not mad,” he turns back to the drawer and pulls out a pair of your plain white cotton panties, “hmm,” he stretches the elastic, “you don’t needa bother with these on our date.” He drops them back into the pile, “doesn’t look like you got anything sexier.”

You blink. Sexier?

“Please,” you sniffle again.

“You got your manners on nice now, don’t you?” he scoffs and slides the drawer shut.

“I never–”

He holds up a finger to hush you. You snap your mouth shut as he turns to the room and crosses his arms. He tilts his head as he takes it in.

“I’m doing you a favour,” he strides forward, approaching the portrait of Bo Peep and her lamb on the wall; the same picture that’s hung there for decades, “it’s about time you grew up.”

You look down shamefully. It’s not like you don’t try. You do. But when you go out and do anything you just trip up on your words and make a fool of yourself. Just like you did with him. You’re just a screw up. Maybe if he realised that, he’d leave you alone.

“I gotta finish dinner,” you back up slowly as you watch him touch the foot of the bed, leaning his weight into the mattress.

“Good girl,” he praises without looking up, dragging his palm over the quilt.

You shudder and swallow, spinning before you lose your nerve. You hurry out, hugging your diary close, and clatter down the stairs. You tuck your diary under the sink and go back to the strainer of potatoes. It’s all your fault. You led the big bad wolf right to your door.

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Dinner goes about as well as you expect. You don’t say much as Chris and your grandma carry much of the conversation; most of it about you. She tells him you never had very many friends as you shrink down and he grins at you. There’s a glint in his dark pupils that sends a shiver through you.

To your relief, he excuses himself after supper and heads off to get his truck from town. Right before your grandma can dive into the story about the Spring Festival and your disastrous teenage folly. He doesn’t part without a promise glance in your direction and a reminder of your date.

You clean up as your grandmother yammers on about it all. He’s such a wonderful man. So good looking. Lynette won’t believe this. Oh, Molly might have five already but you might just be next. That last suggestion makes you want to vomit.

“I’m gonna go to bed,” you extract yourself.

She agrees only because her own exhaustion tugs at her eyes and forces a yawn from her chest. You help her upstairs and ask her if she needs anything else. She swats you away as she digs in her nightstand for her pillbox.

“You know, a man like that could really help,” she says as you reach the doorway, “he must have a nice nest egg if he’s bought the old Clyde lot.”

You hold back your remonstrance. A pang of guilt jabs in your chest. You can’t blame her for thinking it. You need money and her social security should be stretched so thin. She earned it, not you.

“I’ll go to the pharmacy tomorrow,” you say as her pill bottle rattles, “I forgot.”

“Oh yes, the pharmacy,” she titters, “say hello to Chris for me, won’t ya, hon.”

You nod and leave her, pulling her door just an inch from the frame. You tramp down the hall to your room and sigh as you enter. You won’t just be going to the pharmacy, you’ll be looking for a job. Again. Who knows, maybe there’ll be an opening at the grocery store? Or you can check the pinboard outside the church.

You sit on the side of your bed and nearly choke. You can smell him rippling off of your bedding, the faint scent of cedar and sweat. Even if you do find something, it won’t get rid of him.

[disney-is-mylife]

(Please do not yell at me for missing any couples; there are only 12 slots!!)

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