#anyways we love eugene!! he's a sweet boy

[balsee]

it’s insane how tyler and xavier were both written to be the object of wednesday’s affections in a love triangle nobody asked for and the only interesting boy in that entire show ended up being eugene.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism boys crushing on YOU (part 2)

(Samuel, Zack, Daniel, Eugene(!!!)) Part 1 here

Samuel

Be real. Samuel doesn't look like the way he does, and dress like how he does and get zero attention. He's intense and sensual anyway, and he has a healthy appreciation for sex so him taking notice of you and being aroused isn't new.

But then these thoughts. These childish, optimistic ideas of you and him rising to the top together just takes a chokehold. It's a distraction he doesn't need.

He will 100% block out these feelings for you, he has loftier goals than chasing after you.

He's a very busy man. Places to see, things to do. But with you on his mind, mistakes creep into his work. Little errors here and there. This will never do. Guess he'll have to deal with you head on.

Zack (I love this man and feel guilty. Forgive me Mira)

Imagine his surprise when instead of looking for Mira in every situation he starts looking for YOU.

Can't sit next to Mira for lunch? Oh I guess sitting next to Y/N isn't so bad. Partnered with Y/N for a project? Hehehe guess we have to spend more time together.

Oh this remind me of Y/N. Wonder what they're doing today? If they like my hair like this. Do you think they would like this cologne? What about this shirt? Should I text them? You get the idea.

This would all come served with a heaping side of guilt and confusion though. He's pined and chased after Mira for YEARS and everyone knows it. And then for someone else? to come along? that he likes?? He's always been painfully obvious with his affection and hurting anyone is the last thing he wants. Prepare for some awkward confessions and conversations.

Daniel

Sure, everyone likes Daniel Park. His pretty face and body means that people tend to hide their uglier side from him. But Little Daniel? Piggy? He's not used to positive attention.

You with your kind demeanour and sweet smiles. The way you always ask about his day, how you make sure he's in on the joke, how you include him and never leave him out. You treat him the same no matter which body he's in, and that's what finally pushes him over the edge.

Little Daniel will hang around you a lot more. It's nice to be himself and be in his true body with you. To see that your affection is genuinely for him.

You make his heart flutter and he can get surprisingly shy and insecure around you but he enjoys looking after you. Always carrying your books or bag, offering you his jacket, making sure you're ok. Any snacks? You want a drink? No? You sure??

Eugene

Look he's a very important man with a very important job. This is an inconvenience at best, and nothing will come of it.

He stays professional. He knows what the company handbook says and he doesn't want you to feel remotely uncomfortable. Eugene still can't help but look forward to meetings where you're by his side or when you're in the car together and share little inside jokes and smiles.

And when you notice he's working late, and bring him a coffee? And remind him to not work himself into an early grave? And how a chat with you feels like it lifts off all the stress of the day?

He allows his gaze to linger a little longer on you. He gives himself this little indulgence to tide him over to another day.

[heongiu]

Goo, Jake, Eugene and Samuel with rich reader whose love language is gift giving!!

Awww this is sooo cutee!! Tysm for the request anon soo we shall get started!

Gun, Goo, Jake, Eugene, Samuel x rich reader ||

Gun Park

As discreet as Gun likes to be, his love language is something more sophisticated but savoury. And as much as he loves money, he would love to spoil you.

But when he found gifts randomly appearing in his room out of nowhere, you being the bigger spoon and paying for everything at a date. He would've never expected it.

His first impression of your love language was... weird, he was genuinely freaked out. He thought only he could do that. And him being the one receiving all that? Unbelievable.

He was flustered. His ears were all red and there was visible flush on his cheeks. he was a literal mess.

"W-whys this all here?.. " he asked you with a visible frown on his face, but he was literally blushing at the same time.

But anyway, he does love you a lot and so he accepts the gifts even if he feels that ‘weird’ feeling in his stomach when he receives them.

Kim Jongoo

One word: Material Girl 🗣️‼️

Okay but, he really loves to spoil you, whatever you like, or have a preference for, he'll get it for you right then and there.

He's got his love for money, and all that money, so why should he not spend it on you? Since you're his pookie bear, sweetheart, darling, honey bun, sweet kins and what not (holy shit he's got a lot of nicknames for you damn)

But... When he caught a glimpse of gifts in his own room, on his bed, on the dressing table, heck even inside his closet, that man's face turned crimson red.

His hands were shaky, his face was sweaty, and he was all flustered mess. Just what did you do to that poor man? (Obviously made him kinda submissive)

"What the heck? She could do that too?!?" That, was his first thought.

Maybe you should've taken a pic of him like that, he looked adorable, like a new core memory unlocked.

But from time to time, as you continue doing so, he will get used to your love language, and it might transform into his own (maybe it was before too, but it'll have more love and affection than before)

So as you both keep gifting eachother expensive gifts, there will be occasional small gifts too, not necessarily expensive, but to make the moment precious and memorable.

Jake Kim

Jake kim, is a man of his word, He loves to do anything that can make you fall deeper for him, anything that can get you guys even closer than before.

So he doesnt spoil you with money so often in terms of expensive gifts, yet he does spoil you in a different way. Little gifts like a love letter or a card, bouquet of flowers or a pretty rose quartz bracelet, if you are passionate about something, this man will do it all for you.

But he never expected you to spoil him with your money. he was in shock, and the flush on his face? he looked adorable, like when you call a kid ‘good boy’, that was how shy he had gotten.

He was all over the place worrying and asking you how much it all costed, and why did you do that in the first place? he doesnt deserve all this does he? (well he does and deserves even more)

“y/n!!! w-why would you gift me these?! Oh my god, It mustve costed you a lot right?” He asked you in panic, and all you could do was kiss him on his nose gently, to let him know you did this because you love him.

often theres times when Jake is with the Gang (Sinu, Brad, Jason, Jerry, Lineman and Luah) and suddenly he finds expensive gifts at his place out of thin air. And the gang is all over him, teasing him, and hes in the corner blushing and hiding his face like an idiot.

what a cutie honestly, you should spoil him more just to see his soft side show up.

Eugene

As mysterious and unpredictable as our beloved President Eugene is, he actually does like spoiling you a lot and occasionally you’ll find him doing so.

Since you’re his lover, he actually enjoys to spend money on everything you want, or have a liking for, no matter how much its costing him.

But he actually doesn’t mind you spoiling him back, he enjoys that as well, since he really loves you, he doesn’t mind being spoiled by you.

He very well acknowledges that it is your love language, and so he doesnt interfere in that matter, and lets you do whatever you want to with your money so if you wanna spoil him? go ahead, hes very pleased to be spoiled by you.

However, he does let you know that sometimes its a bit too much, in case you’re actually overspending. (hes very gentle with his words when it comes to you)

He's not one to brag about the gifts he often receives from you, but he does wear your gifts more than often to let you know he appreciates your love for him, and that he belongs to you. (And vice-versa)

Samuel Seo

Samuel, doesn't quite believe in spoiling someone with money. It's not that he cannot, he just doesn't resonate with the idea of it.

Yet often, he can find himself spending money on something you like, it happens as a repulsive act. Also Because he's way too deep in love with you.

Yet the for the first time ever, he had seen small gifts on the table besides his bed, he was surprised and shocked.

In disbelief, and to confirm, he asked you where you got these from, in case if they were actually yours and you placed them there 'accidentally'.

But when you told him those were actually for him, his expression was priceless.

For the first time he had blushed so loudly, with his ears becomes so red like a tomato, he couldn't even speak properly. So much that he actually had to hide his face.

Keep gifting him more, he might get used to it, but he'll still feel butterflies in his stomach everytime he would receive them. (Which he doesn't talk about a lot, he prefers to act serious af all the time, but you'd still know)

[bellewintersroe]

THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH for answering the request for the eugene smut, it was everything I wanted and SO much more, you have no idea thank you thank you thank you 💞💞 (ps: I would love to request a friends to lovers eugene smut hehe, the “friends to lovers” smut is my only request, everything else is up to you and your absolutely brilliant writing! but only if you feel like it tho ofc!! don’t stress <3 take your time)

Hey! I’m so glad you enjoyed& thank you for your request I loved writing it, and this concept is amazinggg, thank you again <3

Eugene Roe x reader - Friends to Lovers *SMUT*

Eugene and the local English girl have been friends for the past 2 months since Easy arrived in her small village. There’s an obvious tension and spark between the pair but both of them are too worried to act on it. After one evening in the pub, everything completely changes and the two can finally unleash their feelings to one another.

tw- smut, 18+, outdoor sex??? Is that called , voyeurism, idek? But Gene is so soft I love this boy. Anyway you’ve been warned 😈

“Hey guys!!!” My mood was instantly lifted, walking into my local pub and seeing the men of Easy company gathered around. A chorus

of greetings erupted from around me as a pint was thrown in my direction, and an open seat on the table that consisted of dozens of the tipsy men. “Hi Gene.” I smiled, a warmth instantly spreading through me when I sat down besides the company’s medic. “Hey.” The American greeted, I flashed him a toothy smile, settling into the small space, a little too happy with the seating placement. Gene was my best friend out of all the men, in the eight weeks I’d spent around the men I’d grown close to them all- however Gene was different. He was sweet, kind, super respectful and let’s just say my soft spot for him was instant. I’d fallen for Gene a long time ago, but I yet awaited anything to happen more than a conversation between us.

“Heyyy, you got all dressed up for us, didn’t you?!” George Luz teased from across the table, “yeah, yeah, just for you, Luz.” I joked back, taking a sip from the beer in front of me. “How long have you all been here for, half of you are already blathered?” I giggled, turning to Gene who shifted in his chair, head turning to face me. “I only just got here, but these lot…” he scanned around the table to the mixture of drunken, sober and everything in between men. “I’d say since this mornin’.” I giggled at his words again, amused by his funny southern accent. I liked it, I always tried to imitate it, that usually made Gene laugh at how botched it sounded. “Heyyy, you, budge up you’re the only person here that’s not a fat ass.” Joe Toye stumbled over, nudging me over in my chair as we shared a stool. The men all chimed out their objection to Toye’s mock about them all as I shuffled closer into Gene’s chair. There was 3 of us sharing 2 stools, and neither of the men were exactly small guys. “Sorry.” He muttered, budging up as I swallowed nervously, our sides were pressed together. “It’s fine.” I chuckled again, keeping one hand on my glass so it wouldn’t accidentally fall onto Gene’s lap due to the close proximity of us both. If I was a slightly bit drunk, then I would have no problem being a little more flirtatious, but right now I was stone cold sober and suffering with my confidence in my abilities to be seductive. “Are you at work tomorrow?” At some point, after an hour so of being there, Gene muttered down to me, giving me a break from yelling back to all the rowdy men surrounding me. “No, I got the weekend off. Are you training?” “Finally got a weekend pass.” He rolled his eyes. They barely ever got weekend passes, I’d heard a lot about the infamous Sobel, and none of it was good.

“Oh, finally, it’s about time.” I angled my body a little closer to him, my shoulder nestling against his arm as he lifted it, dropping it over the back of my chair comfortably. I was two wines down, and although I wasn’t drunk, it had given me the smallest bit of Dutch courage to engage in a one on one conversation with him. “Our first in eight weeks.” Gene told me as he took another swig from the almost empty pint glass. I had no idea how many he’d had, but his eyes were looking slightly hazed, apart from that he seemed fine. “I don’t know how you do it’s Gene, all of you- I’d be so upset.” He shrugged, shaking his head, indicating his lack of answer as I smiled back to my nearly empty wine glass. “You want another?” He then pointed out. “Oh, I’m alright for now, I don’t know how much more I can stomach.” “Probably more than these guys.” Gene smiled, nodding his head towards Moe and Malarkey who had both their heads on the table. “I thought Malarkey was supposed to be Irish, isn’t he supposed to be good at drinking?” A

“Mmmmh, supposedly.” Gene shuffled slightly, the back of his arm grazing over the bare of my neck. In return, that caused me to fidget, my legs were more comfortably rested against his own, and it wasn’t until I settled that I recognised how truly close we were. There wasn’t even a gap between us, it made me blush, bad. I was positive he could tell. I hadn’t been this close to a man in ages, never mind one that I harboured genuine feelings for.

We were midway through a conversation about how different it was in America, when a fight had broken out between some of the disorderly men nearby. In return all of the soldiers got kicked out of the pub, ruining it for everybody in there. Sighing, I mentally cursed the pair out, now my chances with Gene were ruined, again.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you home.” Gene hushed, grabbing his blazer for his uniform that was slung on the back of his chair, the two of us walking out into the warm air. “I’m so glad it’s warm outside. I love summer.” I exhaled, grateful to not feel the cold breeze of the English wind against my bare arms. “Back in Louisiana, it’s always like this. Maybe even hotter.”

“Oh really? I’d love that.” I gazed up to him as we walked side by side. The walk back to my house was only 10 minutes, it made me sad to think I couldn’t spend the rest of the evening with Eugene in the pub as planned. “Mmmh.” Gene laughed out. “You’d melt.”

“Probably. I already know I’d be complainin’.” “I can imagine.” Gene teased as I let out a fake gasp, nudging into him playfully. There was a brief silence between us as we walked a little closer now. There was a lingering tension between us, it wasn’t awkward, but I could just feel there was something there. “How long until you’ll be shipped out, d’ya think?” “No clue..” Gene voice lowered, I momentarily felt bad for bringing up the topic. I winced at the thought of them all being shipped off to war, especially Gene. I hadn’t any idea of what they’d face out there, nor did I grasp the concept of how bad it could or would be. I wandered if Gene did.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t bring it up. It’s not exactly nice to talk about.” I kicked at the gravel below me. “No, it’s fine.” He drew out in his deep accent. “I uh… already know there’s a few guys lining up to write t’ya.” Genes words caused my head to snap up in his direction. “Yeah?” My eyebrows lifted, stunned by the topic.

“Have they not said?” He frowned. “Nah…” we continued walking in silence for a couple seconds. “Who?” I then questioned.

“Guess.” “Floyd? I don’t know, maybe Luz or somebody- they probably just said it cos they were drunk.” “I think they’re pretty serious.” He responded as I turned over my head to see the local park nearby, “you wanna keep walking? We could just go through the park.” “Sure.” Gene responded as we changed direction, walking through into the darkness of the wilderness surrounding the stretches of fields and woodland.

“Um, but no, I didn’t know they wanted to write to me.” I giggled. “If they did I’d be polite and write back, you know check up on you all but… you know, it wouldn’t be in that kinda way.” Gene nodded along, following with what I was saying. A thought then sprung to my mind, and a tight feeling in my chest just itched at me to get what I was feeling off my chest. “Unless-“ I cut myself off abruptly when I realised he was looking at me. I was smiling widely, and I could feel the heat rise to my face quicker than I could think. “Unless?” Gene repeated as I opened my mouth to speak but the words fell flat. Say something, say something.

“I mean, I’d write to you, see how you’re doin’ and all, you know.” My admission sorta fell flat on my tongue, I’d hinted around the topic of admitting my feelings, but I didn’t think it was obvious enough.

“You’d want to?” Gene’s gaze lingered over me as I nodded, meeting his eyes as I dropped my head back slightly. “Course, I’d want to… Obviously you don’t have to, if you don’t want-“

“No, I want to.” He was very quick to respond, settling my nerves slightly. I smiled up to him, before turning back in front of me. The paths were windy and long, surrounded by woodland, I didn’t think there was another soul around us, not at this time anyway.

“I was wonder in’-“ “I was gonna sa-“ the two of us began speaking at the same time, we shared a brief awkward laugh. “Go on.” I spoke.

“Well I was gonna ask anyway if ya’ wanted to write to me.” He cleared his throat, “I just didn’t know if some otha’ guy had already asked ya’.” My heart accelerated at his words. Was this him admitting we both shared mutual feelings? It was kind of vague but I could feel an excitement burning through me like no other.

“Well, if I’m honest I’d rather write to you.” I shyly spoke, a hand coming up to twirl a strand of my hair. “Than other guys, like Floyd and all them.” I added on nervously.

“You would?” Gene seemed genuinely stunned by my words. “Yeah.” I giggled, “why are you so shocked?” I borderline teased, as he smiled, shrugging to himself. “I dunno.” He’d mumbled, the smile never fading on his face. There was a slight rustling from the bushes to the left of me causing me to startle and jump two inches to my right, straight into Gene’s body. “I’m scared, what the fuck was that?” I cursed out, Gene’s eyes widening as he looked down to me. I felt the smooth of his hand move up my back as I tried to look out for whatever made the rustling noise next to us.

“I didn’t realise you swore.” He, on the other hand, sounded amused. My hand knocked into his chest with an embarrassed smile, realising how close we were. The two of us shared a smile before he glanced back out to the bushes. “Probably just a rabbit or something.” He uttered, but I was too focused on the beauty of his face to notice, we were so close, he just stood taller than me, that was the only distance between us.

When he did catch my eye again, he soon caught my lips, making my breath hitch. He looked like he wanted to kiss me, and I wanted to kiss him, so I purposefully glanced at his own parted lips in return.

The thumb on my back shifted slightly, drawing a pattern there as he moved closer, in return I stood higher on my toes, almost sighing out in relief when I felt the gentle press of his kiss. Finally. At first, I was a little in shock, the back of his fingers grazed over my cheek and in return I smoothed my own hands over his shoulders, enjoying the intimacy of the kiss. Whatever was in the bushes was no longer on the forefront of my mind. Gene was.

The kiss didn’t just end there, when we did pull apart, he had the most beautiful smile on his face. He was so soft and gentle, I couldn’t help but reach up to kiss him once again. I needed to feel more of him, after months of being so close as friends, the intimate moment between the two of us felt foreign, but overwhelmingly good. The kiss deepened, my hand ran over the back of his neck and scalp, to which he reacted by pulling me closer into his body. I could feel more of him now, the swell of my breasts pushed up to his front. His grip was becoming firmer, keeping me close. The butterflies in my stomach had travelled lower down, and I didn’t feel ashamed to admit that the kiss was turning me on. The placement of his hand on my lower back made me want to wiggle it down just a little further so he could get a handful of my ass. Of course Gene was so respectful, I didn’t know if he’d make the first move to become more intimidate. I figured he wanted it, just from the feeling of the hardness in his pants that pressed into my front. God, that made me blush harder than anything before. The thought of him feeling that way because of me was a huge turn on.

Slowly, my hand snaked down to the buckle on his belt, as soon as my fingers wrapped over the waist band of his pants he pulled back slightly. “You want to?” He asked breathlessly, waiting for my consent.

I nodded up to him. “Do you?” “Yeah.” He gently responded and captured my lips once again. This time, he left kisses on my cheek, jaw, neck, and back over my lips whilst he removed his blazer. My hand slowly grazed over his erection as he let out a soft hun against my lips. That’s all I wanted to hear, it was beautiful the noises he made. “Here?” Gene then asked between kisses. “C’mon, let’s go somewhere bettuh’.” He then took the initiative to lead me by my hand towards the fields edge. “Here’s fine.” I laughed, as he set his blazer down, “c’mon.” He hushed, pulling me down onto it whilst he rested on the grass besides me. As I sat down, Gene initiated the next kiss, bringing me down to lay on the dry grass below. I let out a soft hum in appreciation as his hand smoothed over my ribs, slowly fiddling with the buttons on my white, summer dress.

Gene seemed a little shy at first, the top half of my dress was completely unbuttoned, my breasts in the bra were still exposed, yet his hand still remained over the soft skin on my torso and waist. Gently, I took his hand, guiding it up to my breast, earning a soft moan from his mouth as he groped over the swell of my boob.

Gene shifted, growing confident as he rolled his body on top of mine, planting himself between my spread legs as he softly rolled his hips into my own. The feeling was amazing, it was enough to elicit more moans from my mouth. The best thing was, Gene seemed to be enjoying himself just as much as I was, his breathing was heavy and when my hands shifted to start working on his belt, he broke the kiss just to give me a smile.

Slowly, a hand slid up the bare of my thigh, stroking and grazing over the sensitive skin as my hips purposefully bucked upwards. I felt Gene’s finger dance over the cloth of my underwear, pressing down with firm yet gentle strokes to my core. I swallowed harshly, glancing down to see his movement before our eyes met. His mouth was hung open slightly, looking just as pleasured as I felt as I moved in for another kiss.

Within minutes Gene had me moaning out his name, he had a finger buried inside of me whilst his face pressed into my neck, leaving hot kisses and nibbles in his track. I felt like I’d been sent to heaven and back- and this wasn’t even the peak of it. “Is that okay?” Gene whispered out, gulping as he added another finger to the mix. “Yeah.” I nodded, growing accustom to the stretch of his two fingers inside of me, instead of one. He curled them up, nudging a spot deep inside me which I had to bite down on the back of my hand to conceal any overly loud moans escaping my lips. “God, it feels so good.” I whined out, tugging him closer by the shirt as he kissed me once more. “I want you to fuck me.” The words then escaped my mouth, Gene’s movements stopped as he nodded, pulling his fingers out gently to instead rub his fingers slowly over my clit once again. “You want to?” He panted out, hand hesitating to remove his belt. “Yeah… I do if you want to.”

“I do.” He simply spoke, as I helped him unbuckle his belt. He seemed a little shy to fully expose himself, I didn’t know why, he was big, I could see him through his briefs, probably the perfect size.

“I uh… I don’t have a condom.” He then awkwardly admitted, thumb nervously toying with the hem of his underwear. I propped myself up on my elbows, considering it for a couple seconds. “Um… as long as you pull out- I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” He eased himself down, pressing another kiss to my lips. “Yeah.” There was no way I could deny him or myself from what had been coming for so long. “Okay.” He swallowed, lips attaching once again as both our hands fumbled down to his underwear, pulling him free from the confinements of them. My stomach churned with the anticipation of what was about to happen. He was so gentle and careful, sliding himself in as he watched over my expression with his mouth slightly agape.

The second I heard his breath escape his mouth I was done for. The pleasure was immense, despise the slight aching of him stretching me out, it felt so good to have him inside of me.

His movements started off slow, I think he was holding himself back, my hands smoothed over his cheeks, admiring the pure beauty of his pleasured expression. He looked so beautiful, god, I couldn’t get enough of him. “Harder, Gene.” With a slight moan, his head dropped into my shoulder as he nudged my legs out wider, thrusting into me at a faster pace, his fingers tightening into the skin under my neck.

It felt so good, his hips grinding up into me, hitting a sensitive part inside of me that made my head drop back in pure ecstasy. I couldn’t believe I was here, doing this with Gene Roe. He was my friend! Well- I suppose now it was more than just friends.

Our gasps and moans filled the outdoor space, it seemed it was completely silent around us, there wasn’t another soul in sight. My legs lifted up further and wider, growing accustomed the sensitivity I felt in my core. I let out a gentle whine, moving my hand down to rub my aching clit, knowing I’d be close to an orgasm sooner than later. Gene pushed himself up, supported my both his arms as he watched himself pumping his cock in and out of me, mesmerised. “Oh god.” Cried out, my head and jaw tilting back as I felt my eyes roll back into my head. Gene’s hips were curling into mine, thrusting deeper inside of me as his skin slapped against my own. “Yeah?” He hummed, borderline cooing as my breathing became laboured. I was seeing stars, my jaw was slack and I felt my back arching as Gene’s hand slapped down onto one of my breasts, gripping hold of it as he seemed to let himself go.

The love making became so passionate, he’d steal kisses from me every now and then, biting my lips and groping at my tits as I felt myself becoming closer to the edge of pleasure. “Gene!” I writhed, choking out a strained gasp of his name as my hips bucked up into his before I felt myself becoming undone, my chest heaving and falling as an overwhelming rush of immense pleasure and satisfaction washed over me.

“Oh fuck, you’re so good.” I cooed out, my hands lazily drooping over his shoulders. Gene’s mouth was slack, panting out against my face as he shuffled down to kiss me hungrily.

“I’m close.” He muttered in his deep accent, thrusting himself harder up into me as I yelped out, sensitive from my orgasm. “Please.” I began to whisper, his forehead dropped against mine. “Please, give it to me.” I wanted his pleasure so bad, I wanted to feel him, see him, shit I needed it.

Gene’s sharp breaths soon turned into grunts and stifled groans, he was fucking into me at such a fast rate I could barely keep up, my legs aching from the love making as he let out one last strained groan before pulling out and finishing into his hand. His body collapsed on top of mine, groaning and exhaling as he let out the most beautiful sounds I’d ever heard. Jesus Christ, he was too good.

It was only when I stirred that he lifted his head back up, watching over me with the most gentle eyes. We shared another sweet kiss, whilst his fingers trailed up my sides carefully. “Well I never expected to do that in the middle of here…” only when I looked around and fully came back down did I remember we were in the middle of a field, surrounded by wildlife and wilderness. “Gene.” I giggled back to him, kissing him once more through a smile. Well that was unexpectedly the best thing to ever happen to me…

[chirpybirdy]

morrreee plus a bonus 10 min sprint i did for uh luck:

Collapse, Nuance. Bucky watched in the darkened windows as Gale and Leonard helped him stagger to the jeep. The twins kept him upright—despite how he kept twisting to the side—and they ignored him comparing himself to various unwieldy livestock and them to cowboys as they wrangled him up off the sidewalk again. “Alright, John, up you go.” The distance between the ground and the step into the jeep seemed insurmountable. “Heave him in?” Leo asked. “Heave him in.” Gale replied just as casually. The twins lifted Bucky just as casually and Bucky hadn’t felt that light since the first time he ever flew. “Wh-thg!” He said, prevented from hitting the car mats by virtue of being too big and prevented from comfortably landing on the back seat by curse of being too big. The twins got into the front seats, John easily telling them apart because he knew how boring Gale found driving, and they were off. “Should we go-“ “You’re forgetting the nuance of the situation.” Buck and Leo looked at each other. “No twin-speak.” John demanded, waving his hand between their faces so they couldn’t look at each other.

Giant. “You know how being in that hole makes me feel all day?” “Quiet hours, Snaf.” “Enemy ain’t in your ear, Sledgehammer.” “Well I ain’t so sure about that.” Snafu rubbed his fingers on the dried blood and mud on Eugene’s ear and kept at it even when Sledge bumped at his arm and told him to quit. They weren’t on watch right now, not ordered anyway, and far enough back with enough solid rock for protection that they didn’t need to be in their holes. Just for a while. Lord knows, it would be a while—long and too damn long. “Jesus. How does it feel.” “Giant.” “Liar.”

Torn. Burgie was impressed. “Wow. Where did you learn to sew like that, Sledgehammer?” Snafu was quick to take credit. “He practices on all my shit, Burgie. I’m real good to have around on account of all the details I supervise. Not many marines get the chance to learn all of this real useful shit.” “My father is a doctor, Burgie. He taught me. Or, he told me it was okay to learn, anyway.” Sledge held out his hand. It did not tremble. “Fix what is torn.”

Wrong. The two of them had had this argument before, and both agreed to disagree. But, like most arguments over basic facts of life, John managed to get it going again just by existing. “It’s not wrong.” Gale said again. Still patient, but Gale was always patient. Always patient because he was always mad. Gale Cleven of the infinite patience. Who was so fucking mad all the fucking time that John would bet that he had already raged quietly by himself while making coffee this morning. Who was so fucking patient that by the time the brew was finished, he had forgiven Bucky for his infinite transgressions and decided to wake him with a warm, almost-sugary cup of love. And then John had set him off again. “I know. All the boys in seminary school do it.” “Not studying for the priesthood, Bucky.” John drank his coffee and tried to be the kind of man who would savor the extra sweetness. Who would appreciate that his bunkmate let him have his sugar ration every morning. The kind of man who wouldn’t be saving the fact that he noticed at all for whatever off-color joke he could come up with at the bar. Someone who would treat their secret as precious, not dirty. But he wasn’t, and Gale wasn’t mad about it anymore. John sat and drank his coffee and tried to ignore Gale still standing in front of him. Gale who was not mad. “I’m not studying to go to hell, either.” “Ah, gotta study for that?” Gale asked, pushing his fingers through John’s bed-head. Sometimes, whenever he could get away with it, this was the extent of John’s hair getting brushed. “They let anyone in these days.” John was a comedian. Gale found him funny, anyway, and laughed at all of his jokes—even the ones he hated. “C’mon, John. Only big man in the sky you have to worry about is you.” “Oh, see, that’s the kind of hell I do need to study for. Thanks, Buck.” He finished his coffee and Gale walked away with the empty mug before John could fully process that he had finished it. See? He was angry. “What do you care, anyway? Maybe H-E-double toothpicks isn’t that bad.” Gale gave him the stink-eye. John smirked at him. “I like your toothpicks.” Gale looked over his shoulder. “Straight from the devil himself.” John’s heart stuttered for half a stupid second. Gale noticed. Gale noticed and put the slight in the massive crate he hauled around to store all the ways John ‘Bucky’ Egan pissed him off. “You should have been a priest. I think your congregation would love you.” Clink, clink, clink. Gale was getting angry. What would Gale do without him? How many men were forgiven and forgotten by Gale Cleven because John was brave enough to take one for the team and remind him from the very start of the day to the end to keep his rage in check. “Are you gonna drink tonight, Father Cleven?” Gale’s hand doesn’t tighten on their sink, but Bucky is watching the tendon and sees it jump. John wants to ask the real question all the time: how hard do you have to work not to hate me? What makes you think it will ever be worth it?

got to do a bunch of 5min sprinting prompts for hbo war :D

Bone. The bone in the chicken soup is that of a chicken. No one could confuse it for a cat. No one could confuse it for anything else. Just a simple, casually dangerous snap of chicken bone in the chicken broth. Bucky was a good cook, and getting better, but sometimes a man’s natural strength and inattentive eye led to mistakes like this. “What you frowning at, Buck?” “There’s a bone in my soup.” “What? Stone in your shoe? I’m all the over here.” Gale looked up at his lover, his friend. “All the way across this table.” John grinned. Gale dropped his eyes back down to his spoon. “I said there’s a bone.” “A stone? C’mon, Buck. I didn’t need to trick your wife into making stone soup.” “You are my wife,” Gale accused. “What?” “You heard me the first time, John.” “And the second time.” John licked his lip. “What did you say the third time?” Gale disposed of the offending peice of chicken with the sharp snag of bone on the plate underneath the bowl. Then, he continued eating and no further comments or replies were made.

Samhain. Marge dressed the children. Gale cleaned out the car. Snafu loudly confirmed ovah and ovah and ovah that he garunteed he would have the children back safe and sound before it got truly dark out. Nevertheless, Marge and Gale had made sure that their costumes were brightly colored (altho Baby Names Website had dearly wished to be a marine just like Snafu, Bucky had finally convinced the kid to wear his fleece instead).

Ripe Apples. They were not ripe apples. “C’mon, they’re perfect.” “No, Buck. That’s what the raisins are for.” “Not even one? To taste?” “You wanna taste that?” John looked at the wrinkled, but still servicable… Certainly not rotten apple dwarfed by his large hand. “Well, in alcohol, sure. Why not?” Gale sighed and swiped the apple back. “These are food.” “Important nutrients in these apples!” “That’s right, Benny.” Benny grinned, perhaps happiest that Buck’s health advice didn’t involve pets this time. John sneered at him the second Demarco turned his back, but Gale was the only one who saw (evidenced by the chastising tap on his chest) so what did it matter.

Graveyards. Eugene never knew how they agreed to meet in a graveyard. Well, he did. Snafu had, with his usual anger, declared they would only meet up again in the afterlife—if Eugene was willing to throw down his little harp and angel wings. And Eugene had confronted him asking, which graveyard, asshole? And the fight had turned into laying down some real plans. “Why did you leave without waking me up?” Eugene accused as soon as he closed in on snafu—keeping his voice low because it was a graveyard and that demanded some decorum. Decorum not represented by his friend who was reclining on top of someone’s coffin in a mauselum with only gates instead of walls. Snafu stuck out his tongue and told him ‘cuz he slept like the dead.

[lizamango]

Peter's Really Sweet (Andrew!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader)

A/N: little fluffy chapter coz I love a classic popular girl x nerdy boy story

Summary: You're the popular head cheerleader who has a little crush on Peter Parker, your lab partner.

Warnings: 2012 appropriate slang I guess haha

Wordcount: 1132

Masterlist

Peter pins photos of the debate team on the Midtown Wall of Champions when all of a sudden a basketball hits his head. He knows exactly who the culprit is as he hears the obnoxious laughter. He doesn’t allow it to get to him as he just smiles. “Good morning, Flash.”

Flash and his posse walk past him. “Good morning, Parker,” he responds as he fake charges at Peter, causing the photographer to flinch.

Peter sighs and keeps on walking to class after he has finishes decorating the wall.

“Hey Peter!” Your voice rings throughout the corridor as he looks up from his slouched posture. You’re his lab partner and, contrary to popular belief you were smarter than the student body gave you credit for as he actually enjoys working with you.

“Hey, Y-Y/N,” he stumbles over your name, taken aback that you’re talking to him out of the blue. It’s not like you made a rule that he could never approach you, your paths just never crossed outside of classes.

“Are you okay? You look a little out of it?” you ask, noticing his disoriented behaviour.

“W-what? Yeah, I’m fine!” he smiles brightly at your concern. “H-how are you? How was your weekend?”

“Pretty good, Flash took me to Coney Island which was sweet.”

“Oh… oh yeah? That… that sounds great!” he tries to keep a light tone but any mention of Flash could sour any mood.

“Anyway,” you attempt to change the subject. “We should totally study for midterms together! AP chemistry is your strongest subject, after all.”

“Oh, please I’m nothing compared to you in bio and physics,” he teases.

“You’re too humble, Pete.”

He smiles fondly, no one else here calls him that but you. He should really snap out of this, seeing as your boyfriend is his nemesis. Does anyone even say that anymore?

Before he can give you an answer, the devil comes up behind you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Talkin’ to my lady, Parker?” Flash asks. “You should probably go for someone within your league.”

You shrug off Flash’s arm in annoyance. “What did I say about being possessive?”

“I wasn’t, baby! I was just asking a question.” He kisses your cheek then looks at Peter as an intimidation tactic.

“I’ll see you in class, Pete!” You call out as Flash starts to walk you to cheer practise.

“I’ll see you later, baby,” Flash says, kissing your cheek and watching you enter the girls locker room.

“Good morning, you!” Your teammate, Betty greets.

“Hey,” you smile and place your backpack on a hook. “Anyone else here, yet?”

“Just waiting in the gym, captain.” You both enter the gym to see the other girls stretching.

“Okay, we don’t have long this practice so we should just have a run down of the routine and practise the pyramid and cradle catch.”

The girls agree and you all warm up.

“Saw you talking to Peter Parker,” one of the girls, Kelly, says to Sally.

“Oh, yeah I was asking him to photograph Josh’s car for his birthday.”

“Aren’t photographers pervs?” Kelly wonders aloud.

“No, babe that’s just a stereotype. Peter’s really sweet,” you interject. The girls look at you, confused.

“Since when do you know Peter Parker’s sweet?”

Betty laughs. “Since she’s had a lil crush on him.”

You gasp dramatically at the insinuation. “I do not!”

“Oh please! Peter Parker’s kinda nerd hot.” The others start to murmur in agreement and you roll your eyes. “Why are you even with Flash?” Betty asks, laughing. You throw one of your pompoms at her.

“Enough. Let’s just… practice.”

After practicing the cradle catches you hear commotion outside through the open window.

“Is there a fight?” Betty wonders.

You hear a voice that is unmistakably Peter’s as he calls Flash Eugene. Shit. You try to open the doors but Sally reminds you that opening them would trigger the fire alarm so you’re forced to take the long route.

As Peter retrieves his textbooks from his locker after fighting a couple viciously eating each other’s faces right against it he hears commotion outside.

He follows the noise and sees Flash holding Gordon upside down and dipping his face into a tray of food while a crowd has formed around, cheering.

“Hey, Parker. Get a picture of this, come on!” Flash yells.

Peter shakes his head. “No, I’m not gonna take a picture of it. Put him down, man. Gordon, don’t - don’t eat it.”

“Take the picture, Parker.”

“Put him down, Flash.”

“Take. The. Picture.”

“Put him down. Eugene!” Peter exclaims knowing the consequences.

Flash drops Gordon and goes after Peter and it doesn’t take long until he’s on the ground.

“Still not taking the picture!” Peter gasps in pain.

You make your way around the building to see Flash addressing the crowd.

“Who wants more? Huh?! Who wants -“

“Flash!” You yell, approaching him.

He turns around and stumbles as he sees you.

“Y/N, baby what are you-“

“No. Why don’t we get to class? We’ll talk later.”

“But…” you’re gazing into his soul with a fire behind your eyes, daring him to question you.

“Let’s go,” you say with finality.

He nods and starts to walk, you follow him but not before looking back at Peter who’s still groaning on the ground.

Betty hands you your backpack with a comforting smile but nothing can make you feel good right now. You say your thanks quietly and head into your room, not saying anything more to your boyfriend.

Taking a deep breath you sit at your table and pull out your notebook and pencil case, fidgeting with your pen as you think. Maybe you should have stayed with Peter… he could be seriously hurt. Maybe you should break up with Flash. He’s sweet but only to you, to everyone else… he’s kinda a douchebag.

You look towards the door to see Peter stagger into the room and make his way to his seat.

“I can’t believe you did that, Pete,” you say, looking him over.

“I…”

“What’s my name?” You ask.

“You don’t know your name?”

“No I know my name. But do you know my name?”

He frowns then smiles “Y/N. Y/N L/N,” he answers proudly.

You chuckle. “Okay, good sign.” You place a hand on his and look up at him. “I’d still go to the nurse, though,” you add.

He chuckles then winces, placing the hand that isn’t touching yours on his stomach.

“He really did a number on you,” you comment, regretfully.

Peter just shrugs. “I’ll be fine.”

Your professor walks in and you clear your throat, taking your hand back before giving his a slight squeeze.

“You know,” Peter starts. “We should probably arrange that study date."

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Hope you liked it! Might make a part two if there's enough engagement <3

Update: I will tag people when I do the part two! Just comment or reblog to lmk 🕸🕷

Part 2!

[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

Especially for an autobiography

***Reader Request***

Relationships - Fabulously confident reader x domestic dork Daryl. That’s right,  fabulously confident and plus-sized reader from Simply one of those days is back! Have fun, kids, and thank you for the request, anonymous friend!

Pronouns - she/her

Perspective - 2nd person You, 3rd person Him.

When - Alexandria, pre-Negan

Genre - fluffy and romantic! Also might could be a tad steamy; it’s the hormones. Daryl doesn’t mind. Y’all are married.

TWs - it’s not unsafe for work, but you are feeling rather...amorous. Otherwise, we have some crude language during Daryl’s POV

Word count - oh, let me have my fun

Masterlist for more stuff and thangs, and a link to. . . Kofi :D

Him

He couldn’t help but laugh when she dramatically flopped back onto the bed and sighed, “Ugh, I’m so tired!”

And as soon as he did crack up, she was quick to toss back, “Daryl darling, are you teasing me?”

But the pout she was giving him wasn’t serious, a fact proven by her wink as she flipped onto her stomach.

“Oof, apologies, my sweet,” she exclaimed before readjusting so she wasn’t directly on her stomach. “Can’t lay like that anymore, I suppose.”

“Y’okay?” he quickly checked, forgetting all about buttoning his shirt back up to jog over and kneel beside the bed.

“We’re fabulous, don’t you worry.” She hummed and gave him a look he’d very happily grown familiar with. “You’re so sexy when you get all concerned about us,” she purred, and reached out to lightly drag her fingers through his hair to pull him close.

Yeah, that was another thing about her being five months along.

Her own exact words regarding it were: “Lordy, every time I look at you, I want to yank your jeans down, mount you, and have at it.”

His cheeks got all warm as he remembered that particular afternoon. Both because he was currently (rapidly) getting in the mood as he felt her kissing his neck, but also because of the memory itself.

She’d accidentally said that—yes, that, the whole quote, word-for-word—right in earshot of most of the group.

Tara and Glenn were fucking rolling, and he’d never seen Abraham get so red as he wheezed alongside Carol and Rick. Even the reverend guy—sorry, ‘Father Gabriel’—coughed awkwardly to try and hide his laughter from his spot in the corner.

Then Carl had come downstairs wanting to know what was so funny, and for some reason, Eugene had actually started to repeat the damn thing.

Luckily, Michonne spoke up louder, wiping her eyes as she told Carl that “Y/N was being funny about her hormonal changes.”

“You know how I have a flair for the theatric, sweet boy,” she’d told the kid with a wave of her hand and a shrug of her shoulders, even while covering her eyes in embarrassment and trying not to giggle.

Meanwhile in real time, his wife was very effectively getting ready for another round.

He wasn’t complaining.

By then on top of him, she breathed into his ear, “Don’t worry, handsome, I won’t keep you too long.”

His hands were on her beautiful curves, savoring every inch. “Keep me all day, gorgeous, I won’t mind,” he managed to murmur back.

She hummed. Tossed her hair in that confident way he loved so much, and gave him a wicked little smile that turned him on like nothing else. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

You

He’s always so tender afterward. Even after you two ‘have fun’ in a less-than-tender place.

Mmm, like when you’d done it against the back wall of the house that time...or the other time...or that time in the garage on the work bench...or that time on his bike behind the building during that supply run...or the other time...or when...

Lordy, you had no idea how wildly randy you’d be at this point in your pregnancy. Granted, you’d been pregnant just about as long as you two have been physical. Honeymoon baby. When Maggie had correctly guessed the news, she’d playfully lauded your efficiency.

Anyway, for the past several weeks, you swear it’s as if you’re insatiable! In your defense, Denise said it’s entirely normal at this stage.

And, in your defense, your husband is exceedingly sexy, truly a work of art.

The thing that knocks your socks off is the fact that he’s only been at this for five months. He was a remarkable student. And just so...attentive. Generous, you might add.

And it’s so deliciously sweet that whenever you try to praise him about it, he shakes his head and mumbles that “You’re the one who showed me the ropes.”

You gaze down at him sleepily as you lay in bed together. His bare back with his scars and tattoos is showing the rise and fall of his breathing. His legs are barely covered by the sheet, likewise that stunning behind of his. And those strong arms you love to look at so much are draped around you.

You can’t get enough of this, how soft he becomes after. Pun not entirely intended...

And you’d be content to have him keep resting his head against your waist as you play with his messy, messy hair all day. His messy, sexy, rugged, masculine, even a little dirty hair—Lordy, you two only finished a several minutes ago and here you are gearing up again.

How can you be so exhausted and yet so ready to tumble again? You’d thought food cravings and some emotional ups and downs would be the standout of this adventure. Well, you certainly were mistaken.

Instead, you’re very tired and so very, very liable to get aroused.

So tired today, in fact, that you may even possibly, potentially, only maybe...

Oh, there’s no use in denying it: you’re too tired to go on the supply run today. Just thinking about it, you’re almost in tears at the idea of walking up all the steps and packing up boxes of books to lug back.

But you’re equally in near-tears at the thought that you won’t be doing so.

The supply run is to a library this time!

Well, it’s really to a fairly unpicked urgent care clinic abutting a dentistry office, but it’s a block away from a library! Your favorite place! And because you’re so thoroughly tired, all you want to do other than make out with your husband is read, which is just another reason you were so looking forward to going.

Worth a mention is that it’s high time this place had its book collection tended to.

C’est la vie, you suppose. This exhaustion is only temporary.

“What was that sigh for, gorgeous?” your hear him ask you softly as he kisses your stomach and finds your hand to take into his. You could feel the rumble of his voice reverberate through your body from where his lay pressed against yours.

“I’m just being a little dramatic. I’m not looking forward having to get up and put on clothes. Then, the thought of carrying of all those books back to the tru—”

“—Still can’t believe Denise ain’t barred you from doin’ stuff like that,” he grunts to himself, his hand now absently drawing lines on your thigh.

You gave an indignant hmph, then reminded him with a kiss on his head that “It’s considered safe because I’m not adding any strenuous new activities, only maintaining what my body is used to.” You take his hand into yours and bring it to your lips. “And I’m far enough along that it isn’t a big concern.”

Another kiss, then you rest his hand on your breast for safekeeping. “Plus, I’m not lifting as much as I used to,” you add.

His thumb begins to move gently back and forth over it. “And you've been real excited to get more books.”

“Have I ever. I miss my book collection so much. It was fabulous, Daryl.”

Among your collection, you’d had all of Austen, all of the Brönte sisters, all of L.M. Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables, an original copy of ‘To Kill a Mockingbird,’ and only the fancy-bound variety of Shakespeare’s plays plus a signed (signed!) copy of “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.”

You especially miss the book your mom gifted to you. It was an Evelyn Stuart Hardy illustrated edition from the 1910s of Jane Eyre, your absolute favorite book in the world! It reminded you of her like nothing else...it had been her favorite book, and your granny’s, too.

You’d packed it up and kept it with you after the world fell. It was still with you after most everything else you’d had was stolen.

Until you’d ultimately had to burn it during the winter, when you were still alone.

Not a day later is when you’d run into Beth at the stream. That’s when she brought you to Daryl, and just like that, they brought you into the group. The rest is history, but how you kicked yourself for burning it.

Straightening your posture even while reclining, you push your shoulders back and remind yourself that you made a necessary decision. You’d needed the warmth.

“The shelves here are woefully understocked, darling, and there are plenty of houses to fill up,” you begin to tell Daryl. “I was saying to Deanna just the other day how perhaps we could transform one of the empty ones into an entertainment venue of sorts, keep morale up. Library on the top floor—very convenient if one wishes to browse the stacks with her very handsome, work-of-art husband in private,” you hint.

Does he realize what he’s doing as he rubs his thumb over your breast back and forth like that? Eyeing him, you continue. “A movie theater type room on the bottom or perhaps in the basement, a gaming room, a music room, an art room with supplies in the attic!” You’re getting excited again just picturing it! “Wouldn’t that be so fabulous?”

You hum at the thought, then look down to find him gazing at you with the most...“Daryl? Please don’t look so utterly in love with me, you know how your being in love with me turns me on. And I might mention what you’re doing with my nipple?”

Him

He couldn’t help but snort again—and he stopped doing that thing with his thumb, obviously.

“Your being in love with me turns me on.” Hell yeah he was in love with her, it was impossible not to be. Other than being entertaining as fuck, her confidence and endless optimism had its own gravitational pull, she was smart, caring, and—shit—so damn attractive. And she liked him! That was the craziest part of it.

He’d probably let himself fall for her ever since that time she’d kissed him on the cheek at the outdoor goods place a year or so back.

It was either then or when he’d finally seen her again, after Terminus. It was because of what she’d said that made him finally realize it.

The words hadn’t even been to him, they’d been to Carol. “Alright now, you. Get yourself over there and hug your best friend. He’s missed you.” Those words, weird as it might seem, that was what made him see it.

That realization had been scary enough, so just imagine how he felt next. Her first words to him were spoken softly, so only he could hear.

“Daryl Dixon, I would like to marry you someday.”

And then she’d kissed him as if there was nobody else there at all.

Yeah. He's just glad that sometime after finding the reverend guy—sorry, ‘Father Gabriel’— that he’d gotten brave enough to finally bring up what she’d said. As much as he hated himself at that point in time, he felt safe enough with her that he couldn’t not ask. There was too much risk of losing her again.

“Y’know that thing you said? Before you kissed me that time, Y/N?”

“Which time, handsome?”

His pulse had been going hog wild. “...When I finally saw ya again.”

She’d smiled through her exhaustion, so much like that first day he’d met her. Winked at him.

“That was a very nice one, I must admit.”

And that’s when her eyes grew wide as she’d remembered exactly what she’d said before she’d done so, as well as noticed that he was nervously looking back and forth from her to the reverend guy.

“Oh!”

The morning they’d woken up in the barn after surviving that hurricane was almost when they’d gotten hitched. Almost; Aaron had showed up, though, so it got pushed back only until the group decided to go to Alexandria.

At that decision, she saw no reason to wait any longer. Neither did he.

“It’s just a pity we’ll need to wait until I can lay you down and show you my ‘form and function,’” she’d lightly teased in his ear as she wiped her tears away, fully aware that that time might never actually happen.

For all they knew, their marriage could have been as short as only that day, depending on what lay ahead in that place.

But, turns out, Alexandria was safe. A good place.

So, two days in, she’d brought him to a bedroom in the quiet part of the house, and...showed him the ropes.

And now, he and she had a kid. Honeymoon baby. He was so fucking excited about it.

Denise said in a month or two is when he’d be able to finally feel them kicking around in there.

“So, you’re tryin’ to bring home just how many books today?” he asked Y/N, scooching up from his nook against her waist so he could hold her in his arms. “The whole damn library’s worth?” he teased.

“I would have endeavored to make a dent, perhaps.” Was it his imagination or did she sound disappointed?

“Would have?”

She pulled his arm around her tighter. “I’m just too tired, darling,” she admitted quietly. So that was why she was down.

He curved his body against hers and breathed in the smell of her hair. He didn’t like it when she was down, seemed unnatural. “It won’t be the last time we go.”

“Certainly not. Sasha, Olivia, and myself were calculating just how many trips we might need to take to get enough volumes. Final estimation was three.”

The way she announced that made him grin. “But you had your hopes on comin’ today,” he stated more than asked as he wove his fingers in between hers.

“I did. Libraries and auditoriums are my favorite places. And, it’s simply been a while since I’ve ventured outside the walls. Well,” she considered. “Other than to check on sweet little Enid, she’s quite the escape artist.”

“What kinds of books were you gonna bring back?” he wanted to know. Because he was fixing to bring back every dang one.

But he felt her make a shrug as if it were unimportant, and then she waved it off. “I made a list, it’s on the kitchen island or the coffee table, if I recall.” It was kinda cute that she thought she could fool him into not knowing when she was disappointed.

“What are some of the things on it?” he pressed, gently caressing her belly.

He felt her shrug again. “The useful parts of the reference and how-to sections, especially agricultural ones for Maggie. Oh, and you’ll notice a note regarding a pasta-making book for Shelly.”

She shook her head in amusement. “I appreciate generous helping of homemade linguini myself, so why she hasn’t simply made some by hand to enjoy is beyond me. You simply roll it out flat and slice it, easy as can be, no machine required.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

He moved back so she could turn and face him. “What else?” Come on, tell me what you want, gorgeous.

“Nothing, that’s all it takes to make homemade pasta.”

He grumbled only a little. “I meant the books, Y/N.”

She gave him another playful pout, then went on. “The teens and children here need some new reading material. Glenn will know which comic books are best, and he knows what Carl’s into. Oh, and our sweet Beth adored choose-you-own-adventures, so the kids will really enjoy those, if you find any.”

Fuck. He winced when she mentioned her name. That poor fucking girl. Losing her had been like losing Sophia all over again, but somehow worse because that time, it was undeniably his fau—

“—I can feel where your mind has gone, and as your wife would ask you to not think those things about yourself,” she told him firmly.

And after pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek and reminding him that she loved him, she resumed telling him more about the list.

“Tara could use one or two or several books on tape. She enjoys real histories, but reading is off limits until her concussion is healed more, so she was lamenting the other day. She’s bored to tears and going stir crazy.”

“I would be, too. Must suck.”

“There’s C.S. Lewis for Father Gabriel, ‘The Art of Peace’ for Morgan so he can have a backup copy. Carol and Rick enjoy Agatha Christie, Rick prefers her Poirot series. And Rosita has been very down, as you know, but she once mentioned a joke Fluffy told, so if the DVD section had any of Gabriel Iglesias’ stand-up specials, I was going to take them.”

Was Y/N gonna say what she wanted, though? 

“And um,” She giggled and shook her head. “I was more of going to tease Eugene by taking him home an entire encyclopedia. Oh, and I just found out that Michonne is a fan of cozy mysteries, too! I thought she’d be more the Stephen King variety, but no.”

Okay, finally something Y/N was into: cozy mysteries. Cozy mysteries...um...“What are cozy mysteries?”

“They’re in the mystery section—”

“—Stop,” he snorted.

“In the mystery section, but you’ll know them by their absolutely fabulous titles. They’re all puns!”

Puns. Okay. Um… “W-what kind of puns?”

“I’ve read a lobster shack themed one with the title ‘Drawn and Buttered,’ and Scotland themed one called ‘Under Loch and Key,’ so on so forth.”

Huh. Interesting. He’d bring back some if he could find them, he guessed. Sounds kinda cute.

“Tell me about what you want.”

Believe it or not, she’d somehow managed to toss her hair while laying there, then angled herself to look at his face.

“I was, handsome.” She winked. “Though...”

You

You feel bad for relaying your list of things to Daryl as if he were a servant or as if you were a woman who thoughtlessly ordered her man about.

Maybe it’s your pride speaking, but having him search around for your favorite book(s) is a little too much for you to accept when you’re still so disappointed that you can’t go yourself.

You’re used to being very physically strong, so this stage of exhaustion is a change you’d prefer to ease into, rather than dive into. And you hypothesize that your beloved Jane Eyre would say the same.

“C’mon, let me bring you back at least one book. Just one, gorgeous?”

...You suppose you can mention your genre of choice, at least, especially when he’s asking so earnestly.

“If you bring me back a nice, clean historical romance, I won’t object. Please steer clear of the harlequin section, darling.”

“Done,” he’s quick to announce. Until he sounds confused as he repeats, “Harlequin?”

“The bodice rippers,” you clarify.

“Bodice-rippers.”

You smile, and twist your body so it’s once again flush to his, lay his hand on the spot where your neck and shoulder meet, then arch your back and stick our your chest to make a pose.

“The books covers look somewhat like this, only the woman would have a gown or nightdress on rather than be completely in the nude.” With a light peck to his jaw, you simply must mention next, “And the man on the cover won’t look nearly as delicious as you.”

Which is of course why you next hear “Daryl! Y/N!” called from the main floor.

Him

“We’re coming, Abe! Allow us a moment,” Y/N shouted back.

“Golly, don’t tell us exactly what you two are up to!” was the undeniable voice of Carol that echoed next through the house, as did a very loud blast of laughter from Abraham. What are they, thirteen?

At least his wife thought it was funny. She’d even clapped.

“We were discussing literature, you! Keep your minds out of the gutter!” Y/N cracked up as she called back.

So, he groaned and got himself off the bed, threw his clothes back on quickly, and helped her get hers on. She’d almost fallen back asleep when he was looking for her socks.

Denise said how tired she felt was normal, though, as was the...other thing she was experiencing.

He thought it was gonna be cravings and throwing up like women had on like TV and shit, but nah, just sore boobs and being sleepy in the beginning, and now real sleepy and real horny were how it was going for Y/N.

It was good she was gonna stay home today. He was getting more and more uncomfortable with the thought of her going outside the walls too far with or without him. After what happened to Noah on that supply run, he just...

But he didn’t want to seem controlling or over-protective, so he tried not to protest too much. And she was just so damned excited about the library run, how could he tell her he didn’t like her wanting to haul boxes of books around?

Well, he thanked whoever was up there that she was too tired today.

Plus, now he got to surprise her!

Because fuck yeah, he knew exactly what book he was gonna bring her. It didn’t hit him at first, but he knew the perfect one.

Like, obviously he was gonna grab all the books and stuff on that list, but first thing he was gonna find was that one.

He’d read it in high school. Loved it. Reread it. Reread it again.

Got a good-ass grade on a report about it, too. Did it again the following year, wrote a whole new report and got a good-ass grade on that as well!

He didn’t even realize it was considered a chick book until some asshole made fun of him for it.

Well, fuck that guy, ’cause that book was the shit. And it was an autobiography, the idiot.

And just because it was kinda romantic and the main character was a girl didn’t make it ‘just’ a chick book.

Nah: it was about a kid who wasn’t really loved or treated well, who grows up and tries to stay decent but doesn’t really know what she wants to do, only what’s been kinda laid out for her.

She’s got big balls, a backbone, and the story ends up being a mystery wrapped in a drama and all of it ties together because she makes peace with her family and discovers a new one, then makes one of her own!

Who wouldn’t like that shit?

And, okay, this is dumb, but it was also really funny how the writer used the word ‘ejaculated’ in like every damn chapter. Not one time did that word mean what that word usually means, either.

The first time he saw the word just chilling there in an otherwise normal book, he almost snarfed up the beer he’d snuck into school he was laughing so hard.

Anyway, it was called “Jane Eyre: An Autobiography” and it was fucking amazing. And because it’s set like way back when and there’s a love story without tits in it, that’s fits the criteria of a clean historical romance, right?

Y/N was gonna love it so damn much. He almost asked her if she’d read it already, but decided he’d make it a surprise. There was some fancy wrapping paper he’d seen in Eric and Aaron’s garage, so he was gonna wrap it up all nice, too.

Such a fucking good book.

You

Maggie was a doll and made you a cup of your favorite wild mint tea while you were in the midst of sniffling on the couch about the supply runners having left.

That poor, sweet boy Sam came over shortly thereafter, and you were going to play Mario Party with him like you’d promised, but ended up falling asleep again. You awoke on the couch to find Sam sitting by you, albeit on the floor, between the recliner and the wall, reading The Phantom Tollbooth.

“I read that one when I was your age! Please lend it to me when you’re finished, I’d adore to take that adventure again!” you gushed.

He’s coming out of his shell more and more, but it’s very slow-going. You suppose that with a father like his, it was only natural, even if the man was dead now.

But today, Sam was comfortable enough to smile and start to tell you about his favorite parts of the book, which was excellent.

What’s also excellent is that you falling asleep while he was there seemed to have encouraged Carol to make cookies for him. It was plain to see that she was trying to keep the boy at arm’s length.

She’s terrified of becoming attached to another child for whom she condemns herself inadequate to care for. Her wounds run deep, especially in terms of Sam; she sees parts of herself in his mother.

So, that she gave in and baked for him and didn’t immediately kick him out once you’d accidentally taken a nap was a good sign.

The cookies were fabulous, by the way, and with the mint tea, it made the chocolate (chocolate!) rations taste that much better.

After that, you went on wall duty so you’d be somewhat productive today.

Your official job assigned by Deanna was as a recruiter of sorts; ease newcomers into life here, and go with Aaron, Eric or Daryl when pertinent to talk to survivors.

Only thing was, you hadn’t gotten any new survivors yet, so wall duty and supply running and some babysitting was what filled your days.

But it is nice that yours and your husband’s jobs are connected. He recruits, you welcome.

“Say, sheriff, what time is it?” you called down when you saw Rick taking Judith for a walk.

He looked at his watch. “They’ll be back in about two hours, Y/N,” he let you know you with a smile.

The thought of waiting two more hours got you weepy again.

Although, maybe you could manage to squeeze in another nap after your shift was over.

Him

The place had like 7 copies of that book! Would it be a dick move to take all of them?

Fine, it would. Okay, he’d just take...four—no, three. He shouldn’t be greedy.

That new-looking one was a no-brainer, so that one was coming. Aw shit, and that one had a creepy cover. That one was his, he called dibs. And...shit, look at the really old one. Book people like old copies, don’t they? Aw shit, it’s got pictures in it, too? Damn, these are good-ass drawings.

This is the one. It’s perfect.

Once those were tucked away safely, Glenn helped him find all the other things on her list.

Meanwhile, the rest of the supply runners browsed for stuff like zip ties, tape, and toilet paper, and were getting very distracted by all the books and magazines. And since there weren’t that many walkers in there, it was a good time.

He even remembered the title of the other book he’d ever really liked. It was another he’d read in school, called ‘The Giver.’ He liked that one because the kid mans up big-time and saves the baby’s life. Carl would probably like it, so he packed that up, too.

Then, Glenn popped up from the books-on-tape and DVD section and held out what might have well been a gold bar. Turns out, the British made a whole damn TV series about Jane Eyre six-ish years ago, and this library had the box set.

“My baby sister loved this one. She was in the stage version of it in high school,” Glenn shared with him quietly. “It’ll be nice to watch it again, and Mags will enjoy it.” He coughed a little. What was that smirk for? “That is, if it won’t be intruding on you and Y/N’s private time.”

“Shut up.”

You

...zzz…zzz…zzz...zzz...

Him

It was fine, he could wait until morning. Unless she woke up and wanted a really late supper or something...?

...But Y/N was sleeping like a log.

He slumped his shoulders.

Denise insisted that his wife was fine, checked her blood pressure, all that. He’d been real worried, is all.

Y/N did give him a “Why hello there, Daryl darling” when Denise woke her up to check on her, but she went right back to sleep after, and very happily, by the looks of it.

He knew she needed the rest, but he was also bummed that she was asleep when he got back. Really disappointed, but it ain’t like it was her fault. She had their baby in there, that’s gotta take a lot out of somebody.

He looked at the wrapped present on the nightstand. Eric did him a solid by finding a bow for it.

Then he looked at the copy of Jane Eyre he’d decided to keep as his own, the one with the spooky cover.

And then he felt only moderately like a dick for being excited that he could crack it open and reread it without any interruptions.

Like a kid finding a toy they thought they’d lost, he opened it up, flipped to the first chapter.

Oh yeah, there was the good stuff: “There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.”

That’s right, no long walk for you today, Jane, you get a break. Don’t worry, kid, I remember: you don’t like long, chilly walks ’cause it makes your toes too cold. I don’t like cold toes, neither, that shit ain’t no fun. Just sucks that your dickhead cousin is about to fuck shit up. It’ll be okay, you’ll get out of there.

Okay, kid, let’s see if we can’t get you out of Gateshead by the time I need to hit the sack...

You

When you woke up at 2:32 a.m. and needed to use the facilities like nothing else, you only knew that your husband was asleep in his clothes beside you on the bed, and that he’d apparently borrowed your booklight.

This didn’t phase you, and you went about using the toilet, washing your hands and face, brushing your teeth, and primping your hair as you normally would before bed.

What you learned after you came back was that he’d fallen asleep reading (and had rolled onto the paperback slightly).

That hadn’t happened yet in all five months you’d shared a bed and all of the two years give or take that you’d known him. It was also quite alluring to you, to say the least, and you felt delighted to have found one more thing to love about him as you grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand and took a few gulps.

But what made your panties liable to fall off right then and there was that he’d fallen asleep while reading your favorite book.

Jane Eyre!

Still floored and frozen in place when his groggy “Hey” reaches your ears, you blink out of it, remember to swallow the gulp of water that you’d forgotten about in your shock, and smile back at him.

“Good evening, Daryl,” you are able to respond, returning your glass to the nightstand and crawling back onto the bed.

He’s got an arm around your waist in seconds and has his lips on yours right after. “How you feelin’, gorgeous?”

You make the executive decision to crawl onto his lap and straddle his hips rather than crawl to your side of the bed.

“I’m feeling fabulous.”

“You hungry? I can go grab food, there’s leftover—”

“—Stay here with me, sweet man.”

“Done.” It was dark, but you could see a lazy, shy grin light up his face nonetheless. “I, um, brought ya back somethin’.”

But before he could say or do anything else, you have to kiss him again. And a second time. Might as well do a third for good measure. And by  the third, you realize: he brought you ‘back’ something, not brought you ‘up’ something.

As in, he alluded to having brought something home, not to him having brought a snack upstairs earlier, as you initially thought he’d meant.

“You brought me back something from the supply run, you mean? Other than yourself alive and well?” you coo, nuzzling his neck, content to simply feel his heart beating against yours.

That explains that copy of Jane Eyre. How on earth he knew that was your favorite, you cannot fathom. Unless Carol remembered and told him at some point?

He must have been trying to read it before giving it to you so he’d be able to talk about it.

Your kisses get more frantic.

“Babe, hold up, let me grab the damn thing,” he giggles as you kiss that ticklish spot by his ear.

“It’s right here, handsome,” you let him know, intending to lean back and grab the book for him. That is, until he presents to you a lovely little wrapped gift with a bow on it.

What on earth?

Him

The surprised look on her face was reward enough, and she hadn’t even unwrapped it yet!

She looked almost bashful (Y/N, bashful! That in itself was something!) as she unseated herself from his lap and settled down beside him, taking the package and turning it over in her hands.

“I sense a book in here, I’m already thrilled,” she told him, and looked back into his eyes with that same surprised, almost kinda confused expression.

Finally, she began to unwrap it, so he was finally able to start telling her all about it.

“It’s this really old copy of this book. The story is damn good, I’m tellin’ ya. I even, um...” he trailed off. Shit.

All she was doing was staring at it. Hadn’t even unwrapped it fully.

Why was she just staring at it? Oh shit, and she’s crying. Shit, man. He knew she was hormonal and stuff, but shit, um, okay, what could he do to fix this? What did he do to cause it, though? He was such a fuck up—WHOA, never mind, now her lips were on his.

Kissing her was one of his favorite things, sure, but now he was the kinda confused one. She was crying while she was kissing him.

Over a book?

“Gorgeous, hey. Tell me what’s wrong,” he murmured into her ear when she stopped for air.

In response, she looked at him as if he’d just spoken gibberish.

“Wrong? Abs—absolutely nothing is wrong, you sweet, silly man!” She sniffed again and wiped her eyes before hugging the book to herself. She started kissing him again, too.

He was trying to gather the wherewithal to pull away and ask her again what was going on, buuuut he didn’t want to, not when kissing her was one of the best damn things.

Lucky for him, she ended up pulling back.

“Darling?” She broke out into that gorgeous smile and rested her forehead on his. “I had this exact edition. My, my mother bought it for me as a college graduation present,” she explained, slightly out of breath as she sat back up. “These are happy tears, don’t worry. Though, maybe a few unhappy tears because I miss her and dad but, oh my goodness, I’m so... I feel like I’ve got a piece of her back!”

For all that she just spilled, the best he could do was blink and ask “This same one?”

“The Collins Clear Press, E. Stuart Hardy Illustrated Edition. Oh, Daryl, I am feeling so many things right now!” She hugged it to herself again and sighed. “I had every work of the Brönte sisters, but no less than five copies of Jane Eyre. It’s my all time favorite.”

Okay. Okay, he felt better. So much damn better, shit.

But just to make sure, he had to check, “You like it?”

Yet another kiss was her first answer, followed by “Darling, I adore it.”

She then swallowed and pushed her hair behind her ears. Exhaled heavily, then drew herself onto her knees and—oh, okay, lovin’ this—straddled him again.

“Now, if you’re up for it, handsome, I would like to make very slow, long, drawn-out love to you?”

He made an unintentional groan by way of response, his jeans were getting tight. Oh right, he forgot to put bed stuff on. Pajamas, whatever you call them.

To which Y/N bit her lip and laughed softly. Tossed her hair the way she knew he loved so damn much. “But before I relieve us of our clothing, first I would like to know the mystery behind this.”

She leaned back to grab something…

Oh, his book. She’d grabbed his copy of—aw shit, had he fallen asleep on it? The pages got all bent.

Damn.

You

“If I have this copy, what is this one?”

“That one’s mine,” he tells you shyly. Or maybe he wasn’t speaking shyly as much as he’s getting out of breath because you’re lightly grinding your pelvis over his.

“You have your own copy, Daryl.” Not a question, more of a declaration, but you’re just proud you managed not to moan as you said it. Cool down, mama, let the man talk, you remind yourself.

“Just got it today. I took,” He cracked up and bowed his head as if embarrassed. “I took three of them. The old one was for you, there was a new one that I figured could go in your library, and that one I wanted to keep for me, I dunno.”

Perhaps you’re panting a little right now...“Oh, I think you do know,” you whisper back, endeavoring to slow yourself down. “Now, please tell me how on earth you came to want a copy of your own?”

He makes a shy little shrug. “It’s a good story. The book, I mean. I just, um, read it a bunch of times back in high school—mm, fuck!” he lets out an appreciative groan after you can’t help but buck your hips.

Ah, it's about time his hands found their way under your shirt.

“But, um, yeah, I just really liked it. ’Specially for an autobiography, those are usually so damn borin’—h-hot damn, Y/N,” he chokes out. Okay, you may have done that one on purpose...

You help him take your shirt off. “Everything that is coming out of your mouth, darling, is making me so hot.”

“I h-had a hunch,” he murmurs back with what’s almost a self-satisfied chuckle.

“May I finish removing your clothes, Mr. Dixon?

“Yes, ma’am.”

You’ll tell him that the book is entirely fictional and not really an autobiography later, because right now, you need to press your lips to his along with everywhere else that you can on his body.

Him

Judith was up real early today, he heard her squealing. She was almost walking on her own now, ain’t that wild?

Call him soft if you want, but he was so damn excited that another one was gonna be running around with her soon enough. His own kid, too, how insane was that? And maybe Glenn and Maggie would finally have one, too...

Hot damn, was he feeling soft this morning.

Kinda hard not to be. Y/N was still fast asleep with one thigh wrapped around his middle—oh, he’d just made a pun, didn’t he? Hard-not-to-be-soft. Wait, was that a pun or something else?

Y/n would know, is she awake yet? He looked away from the pages to check on her.

Nah, she’s still asleep. And shit, man, she was damn gorgeous whatever she was doing, just look at her.

Anyway, while his wife was still recharging and while neither of them had to get up just yet, he had gotten Jane all the way through her boarding school years and she’d just met the kid she was nannying.

It’s cool that this copy had footnotes, because he’d forgotten what the stuff the little French girl spoke meant. How do you even pronounce that stuff?

You

As you stretch awake, you have to make a little mmhm in appreciation.

“The first thing I see when I wake up is my husband reading our favorite book. Today’s going to be a very good day, I can tell.” You’re still exhausted today, but that’s alright.

The corners of his mouth prick up and his cheeks redden. “The first thing I got to see was you naked, so it’s already a real good one.”

Oh, how fabulous! He isn’t usually as forward as that, even in private. You’d say he even sounded proud of himself, which is in itself a triumph.

And after last night, oh, he has every right to be proud.

You reach behind you to grab your water glass from the nightstand and take a long, refreshing sip, then hop out of bed and saunter your way to the bathroom. Slowly.

When you turn your head back, you’re pleased to see him staring and adjusting his legs to hide the excitement you just caused.

After freshening up and using the toilet, you slip on some clean undies and pajamas, then pick up the copy he’d given you and clutch it to your chest before snuggling back into bed with him.

“So, how far did we get this morning?”

“Jane just asked Mrs. Thornfield-lady is there are any ghost stories about the mansion they live in.”

“Getting to the juicy parts.”

“Hell yeah.”

“Are you meant to head out again today for your official job?”

After a signature grumble, he closes the book and pulls you to him closer. “Can I bring this with me?”

“I won’t snitch that you’re reading while you’re out there.”

“I meant you, Y/N.” He pauses. “But I should take the book, too, s’good idea,” he grunts, almost as if to himself.

You lightly kiss his cheek. “Let’s get up, sweet man. All three of us need breakfast, and you, as much as I hate to say it, need to put on,” You roll your eyes and sigh in mock-disgust. “Clothes.”

Him

Not that he was good at it, but he was doing his best to try and flirt with her. She deserved all that romantic stuff. Part of him was just still in shock that she was into him at all.

“You sure you want me to put clothes on?” he teased under his breath. That was flirting, right?

He nervously glanced over and saw that she seemed to enjoy it. “I certainly do not. But I have something in mind for later. Would you like to hear what it is?”

Try to sound manly for her and shit.

“Y-yeah.”

Way to go.

“As soon as we’re both home, I would like to bring you back here...” Her fingers were trailing down his chest...then down his stomach…

...to where his book lay in his hands, upon which she tossed her hair and asked in the cutest damn way possible: “Then we can read for a few hours?” 

He didn’t expect her to go in that direction, and he was so damn in love with that woman at that moment he thought he’d fucking burst.

“That sounds perfect, gorgeous,” he chuckled. “It’s a damn good book.”

She bit her lip and and giggled, taking one of his hands into hers and kissing it. "Especially for an ‘autobiography.’”

[laughingphoenixleader]

Please go on a tangent on the love you have for Kanan and Ezra’s relationship. The book boys, the one with the most healthy and wholesome father-son relationship

I know not who you are, nor what you mean by book boys. But may I just say…

…I’ve started quoting Eugene Fitzherbert/Flynn Rider way too much. Thanks, @kanerallels.

Ahhh!! their father-son dynamic is easily my second favorite dynamic in Rebels.

Kanan never necessarily wanted to be a teacher. Hera’s the one who wanted to recruit Ezra at all—Kanan was all like “nooo we don’t need to pick up another stray” and Hera responds by listing off reasons why they should adopt him and turning everything the kid does into a reason to add to the list…and eventually Kanan comes around and gives Ezra the choice to join the crew as his Padawan after making sure that he’s Force-sensitive. Basically, Kanan was being dramatic about Ezra stealing from them. Which is fair.

Kanan’s reluctant to teach at first. He only had six months of training, after all, and he wants Ezra to have the best master possible. He’s insecure; he’s too hard on himself, but Ezra misinterprets that in S1 E5. But they talk it out in the end—that’s one of my favorite things about them. Yeah, they misunderstand each other sometimes, but they always end up talking it out and reestablishing their bond.

Ezra has trouble letting himself open up to Kanan or letting himself get attached because he’s just so scared of losing someone he loves again. He has moments where he shuts down; where he needs to be alone; where he needs to cry. And Kanan never once invalidates his feelings. He’s understanding; he’s caring; he’s respectful. These two males communicate, deeply love those around them, and let each other know how much they mean to each other. Yeah, Kanan often facepalms and dramatically sighs because of his space son’s antics. But he’s also such a Proud Dad. Exhibit A:

This is his face in S1 E10 as he gazes at his Padawan. All the little moments when he smiles at Ezra, jokes around with him (“kid, you worry me sometimes” lol), fights with all his might to protect him, then learns in S2 E18 to let him go. He teaches Ezra about the value of sacrifice in S1…and in S4. He’s always looking out for his boy, seeking to help him become the great Jedi he knows he can be. And their HUGS?? SO sweet. Kanan lets Ezra cry into his shoulder on multiple occasions, and you can see how much of a comfort Kanan is to his Padawan, how he’s become the boy’s safe place. How he’s been for Ezra what he desperately needed at his age.

Ok, I should focus on Ezra a little more before I shut up, shouldn’t I?

My boy is so SWEET. He adopts Kanan as his dad so early on—see S1 E5 (“I want you!”) and when he’s taken away from him at the end of S1, Ezra will not rest until he’s rescued his Master. He truly does learn from Kanan. Even when they distance themselves from each other at the beginning of S3, Ezra ends up apologizing and hugging Kanan, choosing to trust him and be vulnerable enough to reach out for him in his moment of need. Kanan’s is the first name he calls when he’s afraid, the person in the crew Ezra bonds the most deeply with. They make a GREAT team, and Ezra brags on his Master so much—see S1 E10 (“the best master!!”).

I could go through and make this into some eloquent, well-constructed thing, but I’d rather keep it all-natural. We’re not on AO3 here. Anyway, I love them, your honor, and they have this amazing father-son love for each other and it’s BEAUTIFUL. (Fun fact: S2 E11 is a GREAT Kanan & Ezra episode!)

Thanks for the ask, anon!! Anon asks are fun; I haven’t had very many! If you end up feeling like revealing your identity, please do. If not, that’s all good! Have a great day & I’m sorry this took me forever!

[lola-andheruniverse]

So I just watched 11x09! Pretty neat episode, good pacing, lots of things happened (thank God) and not one to demolished our ship. Yey!

First of all, I'm so happy TWD is back! I really missed this zombie telenovela full of nonsensical action scenes and contrived dialogues hashtag my favourite show.

Nobody asked me but here are my few cents about it, I tried not to be too spoilery and I don't know how to add cut on the app so proceed carefully:

TWD SPOILERS TWD SPOILERS

1. All the action scenes with exploding zombies and all just felt a little meh to me. Like I think they were properly done yeah but I don't get on the edge of my seat anymore. Guess that's okay, too many years watching these fucking dumb zombies to feel threatened by them. TWD zombies got nothing compared to TWD spoilers.

2. Gracie really needs to learn how to defend herself. Loved all Aaron scenes, as usual.

3. Don't have anything to elaborate about Lydia. She's babe and deserves all acceptance and happiness and love and I hope we will see more of her on 11b.

4. Father Gabriel had is chance to talk to the religious Reaper and it was marvelous. Great scene, great pay off! I wish he got the chance to meet Pope as well, but we need to be happy for whatever crumbs this show gives us. He and Rosita..I think she's still mad he left with Maggie to a suicide mission and managed to get back alive but just barely. Girl was just really tired after fighting dozens of walkers in the middle of a storm and really hungry and that's what saved him of a 'cabron, I told you so', fucking stupid man'. They still a strange pairing but they really felt like a married couple with things to discuss on their reunion.

5. Talking about married couples who need to have a conversation cough caryl cough that little hug full of relief and tension and let's talk about it later because we are still stranded but we love each other hug cough. So nice to see Daryl hugging his family, Carol taught him to be a hugger and now he can have all the hugs he wants. He deserves them all. D*nnie reunion was very sweet and not charged with heavy emotions AT ALL. And to think people were talking about a new Terminus hug. They really need to stop exaggerating on spoilers before a caryler has a heart attack induced by stress. Am I the only one who thought it was interesting to not see Daryl's facial expressions when he hugged the Dixon family but that we did see his face when he hugged C*nnie? And the juxtaposition of that scene with Carol and Maggie reuniting? AK we know what you're doing, you're not mysterious at all.

6. They are really keeping RJ on silence because the boy can't act. Poor kid. He's still very cute looking at his apple with his neutral face.

7. We got our Alden question answered and it shocked 0 people. I liked the dude but he won't be missed. Anyways, I thought it was a beautiful scene delivered by Lauren Cohan.

8. Couldn't care less about Maggie x Negan sorry but I'll miss him serving as comic relief. I feel we'll have another Negan bottle episode on the near future and I don't know how to fell about it.

9. All the Reapers are gone except Leah. She'll steal more precious screen time with her drama but what can we do besides pray to have her ass kicked by Carol, right?

BEST SCENE OF THE WHOLE EPISODE: Eugene lonely clapping after introducing Lance to our exhausted and suspicious Team Family. Chef kiss 🤌

Also..where is Nabila and her adorable kids? Jerry, what they did to your family? They = TPTB

And that's it, I'm ready to the Commenwealth bonkers spoilers now. Send them all!

[mrsalwayswrite]

Filthy Tease (Eugene Roe x f!reader)

I meant for this to be a spicy Roe piece but it kinda of took a different route than anticipated... oops? Anyway, i wanna dedicate this to @saritanotserena for giving me the idea but also cuz she is amazing! (sorry if this is awful, i still think i’m terrible at smut) also, not super edited cuz we die like men, alright?

Warning: sexual content- teasing & fingering & my poor attempts at dirty talk

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Tag list: @happyveday @saritanotserena @sydney-m @evelynshelby

 There were many things most people were not aware of in regards to Easy Company's Eugene Roe. For example, he was terrified of bees. But instead of running away screaming, he would freeze and not move, barely breathing until he felt safe enough to move. Also, the man was obsessed with strawberries. He would pick them any day over chocolate or any other kind of dessert. When alone, he enjoyed quietly quoting poetry. He never did it in front of the men, for fear they would mock him. The biggest secret that would surprise people though?

 Eugene Roe was a filthy tease whose lips dripped sin and hands brought you to heaven with their touch. 

 And you were well acquainted with this side of him. 

 In Albourne, the replacements had begun calling you 'mama bear' shortly after you punched a Sergeant from a different company, who was picking on one of Easy's replacements. You also had the habit of checking up on them and trying to teach them extra things that training left out. You did not mind the nickname. Honestly, you thought it was sweet how all the boys took to you so. Since most of the Toccoa guys did not want anything to do with the replacements, you stepped up. 

 Unfortunately, all this extra attention from the replacements seemed to spark unnecessary jealousy from Roe. In the quiet moments you two managed to sneak away, you always tried to remind and show him how he was the only man who caught your eye. You would shower him with words of affection, hold him close and kiss him until he forgot his worries. You both hated that you had to keep your relationship a secret. You tried to remind him that this was only temporary. One day you could kiss and hold hands in public. One day you could stand before him in a white dress. One day you would make others jealous with the overwhelming love you had for each other. 

 But that was not today. Or in any sense of the foreseeable future. So you kept your relationship secret and tried to keep your affections on a slow simmer as to not alert the rest of the company. 

 After you started gaining more attention from the replacements, after you started spending more time with them…. Roe changed his tactics in reminding you of who always stole your breath and made you feel like a goddess on earth. 

 And that was how you learned he was a filthy tease. 

 It started off with simple things. He would walk past you and let his hand caress your ass for a fleeting moment before moving on to avoid drawing notice to the pair of you. Or if you sat next to one another to eat, he would place his hand on your knee or thigh underneath the table, giving you an occasional squeeze. If your hair got in your face, he would tenderly tuck it behind your ear or adjust your cap if your hands were full. It was sweet how tactical he was. Always seeking for a way to subtly touch you. 

 Then one day, you were walking with a couple of replacements back from the firing range, having been helping them with their accuracy. You saw Roe approaching, hands in his pockets, his eyes focused on you. He commented how he needed your advice for something and so you innocently followed him towards the small aid station set up in Albourne, having waved goodbye to the replacements. 

 As you passed a huge stack of empty boxes next to a brick building, he pushed you off the road and behind the boxes. You slammed against the brick wall, shock making you unable to cry out or demand about his actions. He had never been rough with you before. Concern and anger warned in you, unsure if something was wrong with him or he was being an asshole. When you leaned back, ready to demand what was going on, your words were cut off by his mouth covering yours and his tongue slipping between your lips. His body pressed against you, pinning you between him and the brick wall behind you. His mouth and touch dominated you, bringing you to the brink and turning you into a puddle of desire. Just as a whine left your throat, desperate for him to touch you where you needed him most, he pulled back. Through the haze of lust, you could see his lips swollen, eyes dilated, and chest rising and falling rapidly, matching your own. 

 "What…?" You stumbled out, your mind and body quaking with need. 

 "That's so ya don't forget." Even his voice was affected, more husky than normal. God, it sounded delicious and you wanted to taste it from the source again. 

 "Forget… forget what?"

 "Who makes ya feel good. Who can please ya… and who always wants ya." He stepped back, a smug smirk tugging on his lips. "See ya later, chéri." Then he walked away, back onto the road, hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened. As if he had not left you aching in need and obscenely wet. 

 You stayed there against the brick wall for longer than you would ever care to admit. Your heart hammered in your chest, the ache in your belly at an almost painful level, your breathing heavy in anticipation for what you thought was to come. But now you stood there… alone… and horny. 

 You thought maybe this was just a one-time thing. He had never done anything like this before. 

 Oh, how wrong you were. 

 A couple days later you sat in the back of a lecture room, Nixon at the front talking about something very important. But you could not hear a word he was saying. Oh no, because Eugene Roe was sitting next to you, whispering in your ear about all the dirty things he wanted to do to you in quite explicit terms. Half the stuff he whispered, you wondered where he even got the ideas. Soon enough, his words seeped into your mind as he painted such lewd images of the two of you. You had to press your thighs tightly together to deal with the growing ache. Something you were positive he noticed and delighted in. At one point, he even drew his finger slowly up from your knee to your hip as he whispered about sneaking into Sink's office and letting him fuck you over the man's desk. Once the lecture was over, Roe just gave you a wink and easily got up to walk away with the others heading out. You had to sit there for several minutes, taking long, deep breaths to try and will away the flush over your skin and suppress the pooling desire in your belly. 

 You could not decide if you loved or hated this new side of Roe. 

 Another time he asked for your help, that he might practice a new technique he read about in one of his medical books. You laid down on one of the beds in the aid station. The quiet chatting of a couple of the other medics behind the half-wall curtain filled the otherwise silent air from the other side of the station. Roe snuck a quick kiss to your lips making you giggle quietly and the two of you easily fell into a light-hearted conversation about a party being set up for the enlisted. Though as you two kept talking and he practiced wrapping and unwrapping various parts of your body, his hands began to…. wander. His fingers skimmed up your thighs, moving teasingly close to your groin then darting away. 

 At first you thought it was an accident and paid no mind, but after a couple times, you realized he was doing it on purpose. When you called him out on it, he pretended to have no idea what you were talking about. Then he told you he needed to practice working on a chest wound. Next thing you knew, he had the top several buttons of your army-issued jacket open, and he was laying a bandage on your exposed skin. His hands roamed across your chest, brushing your breasts with firm strokes. At one point he murmured something about giving you morphine and pretended to jab a syringe into your thigh; but as his hand moved back up, it grazed over your sex, leaving a fiery trail up your torso and back to your chest in its wake.  

 "Gene…" you moaned, unable to take it anymore, wriggling underneath his touch seeking friction. 

 He hushed you, wicked eyes glancing towards where the others were in the aid station. "Ya gotta keep quiet, pretty lady. Can ya do that for me?"

 You nodded but it was only half-hearted, your mind already drawing in the euphoric hunger he induced in you. His hands worked you- skimming, fondling, cupping and teasing- in all the ways that soon left you a quivering mess, biting down on your hand to keep the lascivious moans at bay. 

 The whole time he complimented and whispered to you, saying things that only seemed to heighten the experience. "Doin' so good, mon chéri, look at ya. Beautiful." Or "gotta keep quiet, pretty lady." Or "just imagine when I do this to ya, but with my tongue… I know ya taste so damn good. How's that feel, darlin'?"

 Finally, you were toeing the edge, body desperate to fall off that cliff. Your body vibrated with maddening want. "Gene, please…." You begged without shame; the desire, the need too great for you to care. 

 "Shhh...can't let 'em see ya like this." He cooed, one hand cupping your cheek while the other fondled your breast. "This is for me only, yeah? Say it, chéri."

 "Just you… just you, Gene."

 "Mmm… good girl." Then he finally slipped his skilled hand into your pants and pushed you off the edge. Your body drowned in bliss, mind hazy with pleasure. 

 This went on for weeks. Any opportunity he could pull you into a dark corner, push you against a wall, touch you, or drive you wild… he took full advantage of. 

 To everyone else, he still remained the quiet, slightly reclusive medic with a heart of gold and healing hands. 

 But to you… he was a fallen angel with the sole purpose to tempt you with that delightful Cajun accent and take control of you with those sinful lips and magical hands. 

 ***

 The atmosphere in the pub was jovial. Glenn Miller played in the background from the radio. The many voices of the paratroopers filled the pub, overshadowing the famous artist. The place reeked of beer, cigarette smoke and testosterone.  

 Buck, Luz, Toye and Heffron played darts in the corner. A few of the other Toccoa men heckled them and laughed at their own jokes, ignoring the replacements scattered about. The divide between Toccoa men and replacements felt like a terrible chasm. You tried to bridge it though. Floating between both parties, you laughed and cracked jokes with everyone while sipping on your beer. 

 This was the first time you had worn your WAAC uniform in months, reviving fond memories at its feel and look. You had started in the WAAC but then threw a series of unexpected encounters and circumstances, you eventually found yourself at Camp Toccoa training to be a paratrooper. Now, it felt odd to be wearing a skirt, stockings and kitten heels. You had become so used to your dirty ODs. Tonight though, you donned your skirt and heels, even going so far to put on some red lipstick. Who knew when the next chance you would have to dress up would be?

 "Come on, just one dance." Simmons was begging from the seat beside you, his boyish charm on full display, enhanced by the dimples in his cheeks. 

 You laughed, more amused than annoyed by his persistence. "No, if I dance with you then everyone else will expect a dance too."

 "Give it up, Peter." Burkle chuckled. "Mama bear ain't going out there."

 You pointed a finger at the dark-haired replacement across the table. "I knew there was a reason I liked you, Frank."

 "Ya hear 'bout the man who got caught joy-ridin' the other day?" Ralph Nestor changed the topic thankfully, leaning forward against the table, ready to spread the latest gossip. 

 Taking another sip of your beer, you listened but scanned the crowd around you. It was about time for you to move on to the next group. 

 As if sensing a pair of eyes burning into you, you swiveled your head trying to locate the gaze. It did not take long for you to meet the eyes of Eugene Roe. He sat with Spina and a few others at a table on the other side of the bar. He subtly tapped the empty spot next to him after he caught your eye. A warmth filled you. It was stupid since you knew he loved you but even here amongst a crowd, he wanted you by his side. 

 "Well, I'm off, fellas. Don't get too drunk tonight please… and if you do, make sure to keep all your clothes on. I'm looking at you, Private Burkle." You teased, watching the young man's face redden at the reminder, while the others laughed. Standing up, you brushed your skirt down, still unused to the feeling after so long. 

 "Yes, mama bear." A couple of them chorused. 

 You smiled. As you reached forward to grab your half-full beer glass, a hand slipped into yours and spun you around into a solid chest. "What?"

 Simmons held your hand as he placed his other on your waist. "Come on, one dance. I'll even keep my hands to myself."

 "Your hands wander at all, there's at least thirty men here who will rip your hands off for me if I ask."

 "Oh believe me, I know." He squeezed your hand, a cheeky smile on his face. "Please?"

 "Simmons, give it up!" Nestor said. "I see your platoon Sergeant looking over here."

 That got Simmons to freeze, glancing over his shoulder to see Guarnere with eyes narrowed at the two of you. 

 You laughed, pushing away from the replacement. "Better not piss your platoon Sergeant off. I'll be back for my glass." Swiftly, you moved in the direction of the bathroom, sending a wink Guarnere's way and receiving one in return. 

 The women's bathroom was small and cramped with two stalls, barely room to move, and a small counter with a sink. Either women did not frequent this pub much or this was awkwardly small to discourage women from lounging and socializing in here away from men. In your mind, it could go either way honestly. 

 After you finished your business, you stood at the sink washing your hands. The cool water soothed your skin after the heat in the pub. Looking up in the mirror, you saw your lipstick had faded and was slightly smudged. Most likely from the beer glass. Carefully, you tried to fix it using the tip of your finger. It seemed absurd, with everything you had been through- the training and combat you had seen- for you to be standing here worried about your smudged lipstick. Perhaps it would not have felt so odd if you stayed in the WAAC instead of joining the paratroopers. 

 Behind you, the bathroom door opened which surprised you. You thought you had been the only woman at the pub tonight. Maybe a few local women showed up? You looked up into the mirror, prepared to greet the woman. After the person stepped through, your jaw dropped and eyes widened. For it was not a local woman in a pretty dress that stepped in.  

 It was Eugene Roe. 

 "What are you doing in here, Gene?" You looked at him through the mirror. "Is the men's bathroom full?"

 Instead of verbally responding, you watched him latch the simple lock over the door. Your movements stilled as you realized what he just did. 

 "Gene?"

 In a single stride, he came up behind you, putting his arms out on either side of you, caging you between the sink and his body. 

 "Darlin'," he crooned in your ear as his lips left a trail of sweet heat along your neck. "Ya look too damn sexy out there. I see ya legs in those heels and skirt and all I can think about is how good they feel wrapped around me as I pound into ya."

 Your skin felt feverish as the heat radiated off his body. Even through all the layers between you two, your body soaked it in like the parched ground after a thunderstorm. With the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin and his filthy words, your womb clenched from that alone. 

 "Then I see that boy with his hands on ya… shit, it took everythin' for me to not rip him off ya."

 "He didn't mean anything, Gene. I promise."

 "Don't matter. I hate it." His hands gripped the hem of your skirt, slowly pulling it up and bunching it around your hips. He began laying open-mouth kisses along your neck, the whole time his eyes holding yours, as you watched him in the mirror. "I need to 'ear ya sing, pretty lady, I need to 'ear ya gorgeous sounds."

 "Gene…" you moaned out, your eyelids fluttering. That delicious warmth, that only he could fuel, began growing in your belly. "We can't right here." 

 "Shall we find out?"

 Without preamble, one of his hands slipped under your skirt, the other still bunching the fabric up around you and out of the way. You hissed slightly as he touched your bare core, unable to completely hide the smirk on your face as he gave a slight groan. 

 "Mon chéri, where ya skivvies at? Ya been out there this whole time with no underwear on?" 

 "I wanted to surprise you… I thought you might try something."

 "Fuck!" He bit your earlobe and ground his hardening cock against your ass. "Ya tryin' to tease me? Mmm?"

 Before you could retort something smart back at him, you gasped as he slipped a finger into you, finding you already wet for him. 

 "Look at ya, sweetheart, so fuckin' beautiful right now." He murmured, eyes not having left yours in the mirror this whole time, pining you even more so than his body still caging you. 

 With one hand, you grabbed the sink to anchor yourself, your legs turning into jelly beneath you from the onslaught of pleasure coursing through your veins. "Gene, please." You begged. 

 Eyes boring into yours, he pulled his finger out of you, drawing a whiny whimper from your lips. With a salacious smirk, he opened his mouth and placed his pointer and middle fingers in his mouth, making sure to swirl his tongue around them then pulled them slowly out. 

 "Holy fuck…"

 Still smirking, he reached down and slipped both fingers into you. They plunged in and out of you, the wet sounds lewdly echoed in the small bathroom. Roe continued to grind against you from behind, timing it to match with the thrusts of his fingers. You wanted to close your eyes, to sink into the heat bubbling in you. But you were unable to for Roe watched you with a heated, heavy gaze in the mirror. Your gazes locked as he brought you closer and closer to your climax, moans and sighs slipping from your lips. 

 "Good girl, mon chérie, so beautiful. Look at ya."

 He continued to whisper in your ear in between leaving open-mouth kisses and bites on your neck and jaw. 

 "Ya close, sweetheart? I can feel it, so close."

 "Oh God, please, Gene…. Don't stop. Please."

 With a dark chuckle, he gave one last flick to your clit and pushed you over the edge. As you opened your mouth, he slammed his mouth over yours, greedily swallowing your cry of bliss. You floated on waves of ecstasy; your eyes closed to soak in the sensations. Eventually you opened your eyes, even if the movement felt sluggish and your body limp. 

 "There's those gorgeous eyes." Roe nuzzle your temple. "Ya back with me?"

 "Mmm… I think so."

 He chuckled. "Think ya can stand?"

 That was when you noticed he was practically holding you up between an arm now wrapped around your waist and you still pinned between him and the sink. 

 "Sorry." You mumbled, standing up on shaky legs. When you noticed his cocky smirk, you languidly swatted at him. "Shut up." Slowly you turned around to look at him. It did not escape your notice his… um… large problem he was sporting in his trousers. 

 "You know… the couple I am billeted with, they left this afternoon for a weekend in London visiting family."

 "Oh? Well, that is interestin' news."

 "Uh huh. What's the likelihood we can sneak out of here unnoticed?"

 He leaned down to press his lips against yours, drawing a soft sigh from you at the sweetness in the kiss. "Very likely… Guess we'll find out though."

 "And what's the likelihood we'll actually make it to the house before you try to get under my skirt again?"

 "Less likely."

 You laughed, pressing a hand to his chest to push him back. Running a hand over your skirt, you tried to smooth it out as much as possible and hide any evidence of your tryst. 

 "Ready?"

 "Always."

 The two of you somehow managed to sneak out of the bathroom and out of the pub without drawing notice to yourselves. As you stepped out into the night, walking quickly down the street, you both were giggling like teenagers having snuck out of your parents' homes. He snagged your hand and pulled you along, almost jogging down the silent road in Albourne. 

 Before you even made it halfway to your billeted house, Roe pulled you into a dark corner, just off the road. You laughed before his mouth covered yours, silencing you and turning your laughter into moans. 

 You did not mind too much. 

[finnoky]

AU where Quirin takes and raises Eugene after the DK falls

•| Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts |•

Oh you have no idea how much this enables me - I stand by Quirin raising Eugene until the end of time bc it’s what they BOTH deserve

1) Oki so, here we see Eugene taken away as a baby without disclosing an EXACT location — that will not stop Quirin though, who had a stance against cutting him off completely despite it being Edmunds orders [It made sense to send the boy away but to send him to an ORPHANAGE was another story] Quirin finds Eugene a month or so after they get separated, during that time he found a house and a stable farm to raise a kid on [Gotta have an income] and then promptly goes to the orphanage and adopts Eugene.

By then, Eugene’s name has already been changed and frankly... Quirin thinks it suits him, though he occasionally slips up and calls him Horace. He feels a duty to raise the Prince but also kinda has a “My son now” mentality! Disagrees with Edmunds choices + decides... His kingdom is doomed, so he’s gonna ensure Eugene gets a stable upbringing with KNOWLEDGE of the Dark Kingdom without necessarily telling him “Oh BTW you’re the prince”. Being a father is hard and he struggles a lot, esp in early days, it’s a whole new challenge from being a knight but... Not one he really regrets?

Cue some fluff! Knight-dad trying to raise a baby and establish a life in a new country — Over time he grows and becomes Village Leader + Develops a bond with the monarchs based on his knowledge and previous high-rank in society from being a knight! Gets offered a guard position but turns it down in favour of spending time with his toddler son. Eugenes first word is Dada and Quirins never felt so content. Baby fluff of Eugenes milestones — Quirin has Eugene helping on the fields as soon as he can toddle without tripping (tho it’s mostly Eugene playing and running around while Quirin works) Toddler Eugene is a little darling and knows exactly how to use his cuteness to get praise and sweets

2) Eugene starts thievery / acting out soon after Quirin dates and marries Ulla, though it soon become a hobby he usually indulges in with his friend Arnie [though they take on the names of the coolest book characters Flynn Rider and Lance Strongbow!] Quirin thinks it’s just a phase and leans into the whole calling Eugene ‘Flynn’ because... He really loves the books, that’s not too odd? Though he doesn’t know of crimes + just thinks they go out to play a lot. Eugene ignored Ulla for the first few weeks because he doesn’t like the idea of someone new staying around — He doesn’t hate her, it just raises a lot of questions about his mum that Quirin doesn’t know how to answer... He resolved on the explaination that she was very sick and couldn’t take care of him anymore, though loved him dearly — it’s enough to placate him.

Eugene doubles down on stealing when he’s 10 and suddenly there’s gonna be a new baby in the house. [He doesn’t WANT a sibling + worries Quirin will love the baby more than him since he knows he’s adopted & all that though is too scared to ask] Eugene grows an attitude and Quirin finds himself exhausted and constantly caught in petty bickers as Eugene keeps running away + acting up, especially to his wife (Who loves Eugene very much, of course) ‘Flynn’ declares he wants to travel the world and be far away from step-mums and nasty babies, uhhh Domestic fall out stuff?

Things change when baby gets here and suddenly Eugene is a big brother and Quirin is MORE distracted, sometimes they forget to even read him a story and he can’t stand the squirmy little creature... All it does is cry and take what little attention his misbehaviour had earned him... So naturally, petty crime continues + Eugene starts caring less about getting caught, so it becomes more risky. He and Lance befriend some bad influences and start taking Big Kid Crime. It’s fun! Until Eugene is brought home by a guard and Quirin gives him the silent treatment for the next week. Quirin... He loves his sons, both of them, but he just isn’t sure how to handle a distressed 11 year old and a baby, it feels like there’s not enough hours in the day and Eugene is SET on making life harder for everyone.

Eugene stays against ‘Varian’, frequently makes the baby the villain in his games and makes him cry on several occasions. It gets even worse when he starts crawling bc now he can’t get anytime alone, it’s just frustrating! The solution probably comes when Varians starting to talk and he says ‘Oo-gee’ as one of his first words — ‘Lisa’s first word’ style — and Quirin and Ulla admit that Varian is obsessed with Eugene. It’s sorta a wake up call for Eugene to start trying to get along with the kid, and it works! He finds it fun to teach him things & have someone to talk to (even if he just babbles back) By the time Eugene is 12 he’s calling Ulla mum and love spending time with his little brother

3) Right! When Eugene is about 18 he picks up theiving again, mostly because he isn’t suited to the farm life and it’s easy money (Plus how else is he gonna achieve his dream of financial independence?) He moves out the farm under the guise of finding a new life with his best friend, though they quickly realise it’s not amazing when they get tangled up with the Baron + his antics. Eugene visits home every so often and claims everything is fine, it’s going great, he doesn’t need any extra help + his life is just dandy. His dishonesty mostly bc he doesn’t wanna worry Quirin and there’s been a bit of a strain since Ulla passed away.

Life keeps on like this. Eugene ages, steals alchemy supplies for Varian and hides his true income source because he wants to make Quirin and Varian proud! Varian grows up to be more headstrong in what he wants because he has someone standing up for him and telling him he’s proud, though the longer Eugene spends away the harder it gets? He loves it when Eugenes here! But the house feels empty without him, and Quirin is so busy + stressed from Varians experiments that there’s still that desire to do more, prove himself.

4) Movie diverts a bit! Eugene finds out about the hair glow and thinks... If one person knows about this then it’s him, and takes Rapunzel to Old Corona over night rather than a campfire. Varian is ecstatic to see him though gets confused by a random girl Eugene claims to have just found — He’s about to ask questions when Eugene asks if Varian could do his magic thing to find out about her hair. Varian insists it’s alchemy and agrees, dragging Raps down into the lab! Boop gothel talks to her when Varians gathering all the equipment and talks her ear off about how cool Eugene is and asks how they found each other since the story is weird... Experiements start!

Meanwhile Eugene is talking to Quirin, when Quirin pulls out a wanted poster and puts it on the table. He finally found out about how bad Eugenes crimes are and wants answers. Now. Eugene sits and tries to explain its not what it looks like, but Quirin doesn’t wanna hear it. The disappointment is evident and Quirin criticises “I thought you grew out of this, what role model is this for Varian?” Eugene doesn’t have an answer but argues his case that it was to be reliant — and he doesn’t wanna do it anymore anyway! Quirin accuses him of using the girl, while Eugene insists her name is Rapunzel and he’s just helping her, get the crown, be set for life and never have to bother him again.

Their argument is cut short by a Varian coming back upstairs looking frazzled, says there’s something about the magic that’s familiar but he can’t place it — sure is strong tho, and continues gushing and asking Eugene for all the details of what he’s been up to. Eugene... Explains, his usual light-hearted rendition of a great quest, while Quirin leaves and stays upstairs the rest of the night.

Varian sees them off in the morning! Hours after they’re gone Vari is still looking into the magic thing — that’s when he remembers the old legend about a sundrop... about how it saved the Queen... About the Princess. Varian sneaks out the house and heads up to the lantern festival to tell Eugene and Rapunzel his revelation, but he gets there just as Eugene is being lead away by guards. Varian finds Max and tells him how they need to free Eugene + basically... Helps him escape with fewer pub thugs and more alchemy. When they get to the tower Eugene tells Varian to stay on the floor and climbs up to help Raps - Varian stays at the bottom of the tower for approx 10 minutes before finding the back entrance and climbing up. Figure he gets there just as Gothel deages, it’s suddenly and before anyone knows it Varian is the one pushing her out the window bc he saw a stabbed Eugene and put two and two together. Then! Cue New Dream scene, except Varian is sitting on the floor in shock a distance away... After New Dream hug Eugene looks at him and Varian admits that “Ok, magic isn’t that bad”

5) Oh god the series! First off — Raps is closer with Varian in this (that’s becoming a theme...) so doesn’t just throw him out into the blizzard when he comes asking for help. Instead he and Eugene go back to Old Corona together after the storm, Varian isolates himself from guilt + has a tough time dealing with what happened, but he lives in the castle as Eugene starts getting angrier with the king and wants answers for what happened. He’s the one that finds Dark Kingdom stuff and he and Varian work on it together... Eugene has a suspicion he came from the Dark Kingdom so when the rocks start pointing there he’s like dope!

No villain Varian joins them on the trek to the Dark Kingdom + it’s all fun and games, Eugene tries to get more answers from Adira as they travel but she says it’s not her place to say... All he needs to know is the kingdom fell, and everyone was evacuated... She’s almost annoyed as she explains it, then Hector is treble annoyed when he finds out Eugene was raised by QUIRIN since that went against the direct orders... Though Adira defends it and says he was doing his duty of keeping Eugene safe, it’s basically a rift between them that’s confusing until they get to the DK and the revelation happens.

I feel... Moongene could be a thing in this AU? but since I’m running out of points I’ll leave it with Cass taking her canon role! I will point out! when Quirin is freed initially only Varian runs into his arms... Eugene hadn’t really spoken to Quirin properly since their movie fallout & he’s not sure he belongs... Until Quirin holds and arm out to him and pulls him into the hug too (PARALLLELS) and we get a happy reunited family (tho with some issues to work out regarding somethings... they need to rebuild trust, but work on it slowly. Edmund stays ‘Edmund’ to Eugene. He sees Quirin as his father & doesn’t push as much to reconnect with Edmund... Though that makes it easier in a way. There’s less pressure once Edmund understands and they form a friendship, but Quirin is Dad 100% (Sometimes Edmund gets called Dad 2))

[madlilsongbird]

Watching The Amazing Spidernan movies so that I’m all caught up before No Way Home. Will add my thoughts as I have them. Note I am not some big Spider-Man fan nor have I read the comics so if my thoughts sound kinda stupid they probably are.

First movie:

That’s a good trick with the broom. Making a mental note as we speak.

Actually seeing Peter say goodbye to his parents is horrible and I would like to never experience it again

SALLY FIELD IS AUNT MAY?! Why does this one have the good cast? (not good as in better but good as in more well known)

The sexual tension in “good morning flash…good morning Peter” (this is a joke I’m not shipping him with his bully)

Jesus roid rage much?

Shut your blinds! I don’t know who would be looking in your window at this exact moment but close them anyway!

First careful, you never know who is watching what you search (when did I become this person)

Second…curt connors is ableist.

Poor Rodrigo Guevara

Oh internalised ableism. And that is the only comment I will make going forward because my disabilities do not include limb difference and I dont want to overstep.

Stop following the man, you are not subtle…wait wtf how’d he do that?!

This is where he gets his powers right?

Okay but when would 5 men make that much of a fuss over a woman that only 1 of them seems to know?

Same. (This is in reference to smashing the alarm clock)

Oh my god is it really necessary to show all the different kinds of spider bites.

Actually just going back to the internalised ableism thing…he is allowed to feel whatever type of way about his own disability that is his right. But insinuating that all disabled people are weak and wanting to breed out the weakness is eugenics and just kinda gross. THIS is the final comment I will make on the matter.

No but seriously he is way more aggressive than regular teen boy aggressive so either he’s on something or he’s overcompensating for something

The way he looks at him doe (again all jokes am not shipping flash and Peter)

Why is this so awkward? And not like teens navigating a crush awkward just genuinely awkward. I feel no chemistry between them.

I like the song, it’s an interesting choice for this scene but I like it.

Stop does uncle Ben die now? Like I know uncle Ben dies at some point but I was really kinda hoping he just wouldn’t in this iteration. I was going for a ninth doctor moment “just this once everybody lives”

MOTHERFUCKER

God Sally is incredible

Don’t show me moments of Flash being human I might accidentally start shipping them for real and that simply can’t happen.

Oooh he’s a fashion designer

I just really enjoy how he takes the piss out of his victims? Arrests?

Is Gwen aware that the school nurse can’t cure everything? Both legally and just like generally doesn’t have the knowledge to cure everything. She suggests going to the nurse a lot.

This family gives me bad vibes

This is a long movie…it’s not even half way through

Well that’s one way to tell her

NOT GEORGE FOYET!

I think with what I remember of SpiderTobey and what I know of SpiderTom, Andrews Spider-Man is definitely better with the people he’s rescuing. Smoother, good bedside manner.

His sons name is Jack. Why does that make me angry?

So he’s just not gonna rescue the other people hanging off the bridge?

It’s almost poetic that the son of the man tried to stop him the first time will be the one to stop him now

Now how is he getting enough power in the sewer

No means no Peter

Does she die in this one or the next one? I don’t imagine her dying will help captain stacey see him as a good guy

Stan 🥺

This movie is exhausting and I don’t know if I mean that in a good way or a bad way.

MoThEr HuBbArD aRe YoU sErIoUs

He managed to get three whole words out and you didn’t think to ease up on the trigger a little to hear what those words might be?

She’s very clever and I will be sad to see her go

That wasn’t her scream. Or it was but from a different take.

Foyet about to be coming in clutch

I’m going to cry.

He’s so ugly. Some lizards are really cute but lizard + human, kinda gross looking.

Well shit. I didn’t know that happened. I guess what I said about him being upset with Peter about Gwen is irrelevant. Unless it isn’t, like if you believe in the afterlife, imagine how pissed he’s gonna be when Gwen arrives.

He finally got the eggs 🥺

As someone who’s boyfriend at the time didn’t go to her fathers funeral I feel ya Gwen. I mean I don’t care now but at the time it sucked.

Dr Connors was just in a silly goofy mood. He seems to show genuine care for the boy (this is mostly sarcasm).

Second movie

Oh we’re going back to peters dad.

How do they have access to a private jet?

Miss Honey is badass

Ngl I’m actually quite relieved they both died before the plane crashed. Stil devastating though.

Okay so this is first up on the list of potential mystery villains in No Way Home…he looks like a tool.

HeLLo PeDeStRiAnS

He really just let Spider-Man put his hand on his tongue. Sir do you know where his hand has been? Not to mention just in general the feeling of spandex on your tongue. I feel ill.

No respect for the proper care of plutonium.

Please don’t ever say “come to daddy” again 😂

I’m kinda sad Jamie Fox becomes a villain, his character seems kinda sweet so far from the 2 seconds I’ve seen of him

You mean to tell me he missed his girlfriend’s fathers funeral AND her valedictorian speech?!

Stan x2 🥺

Because you can’t lose me you’re going to lose me? 😂

I love her jacket

Why are they still pretending like she doesn’t know?

I may have spoken to soon about Max

See I would be speeding up daddy’s death if he told me he’d passed down a genetic disease and just decided not to tell me.

Friendship.

Okay max is still a little bit nutty but you gotta feel bad for the guy. He must’ve been so scared.

Don’t smile that’s not cute, if he was a regular boy you’d file a restraining order.

Oh I see Spider-Man is gonna fight him which will make him turn and become the “bad guy” whether he will actually be a bad guy is still unknown.

This scene is actually kinda just making me angry (the time square scene)

Cops suck man. Peter was talking him down just fine.

Did nobody teach these people not to touch metal when there’s electricity about.

Interesting that I didn’t pick up any chemistry from them in the first movie weren’t they an actual couple for a while?

Another good song with an interesting placement

I’m sorry did the caller ID not say Mary Parker? How was it Harry on the phone?

Run Gwen!

This version of Harry is kinda creepy I’m sure the actor is swell but the character is terrifying. Original version Harry was swell whereas the actor is…

“Maybe everyone has a part of themselves they hide” gives him the eye

This movies shorter or at least it feels shorter

An excellent show of what happens when you tell a rich daddy’s boy no for the first time.

This makes me very sad. She’s so excited for the possibility of Oxford.

As much as Harry disturbs me, I want him to burn his entire team.

His daddy really did love him!

I think it’s mostly his eyes, his behaviour can be explained by trauma (why I find Harry creepy)

Okay most of his behaviour. The taking joy in killing people that’s just him being nutty and not a trauma response.

This is fucked up. And where is Peter? he is off chasing a girl who has broken up with him twice now.

PLANES NEED THE POWER!

I really like SpiderAndrew, the movies are fine but as a character I thoroughly enjoy him

Sorcerers apprentice who?

Captain Stacy can’t blame him! She’s clearly stubborn as hell and her own free woman

I quite literally stopped breathing (in reference to the almost plane crash)

Is this why they made it Gwen and not MJ so that he could kill her and be an actual bad guy? From my little knowledge of the comics and what I’ve seen from the movies Harry would never hurt MJ so it had to be someone else important to Peter but not super important to him for him to a real bad guy

I like that Harry actually looks like a goblin.

What was the disease he’s supposed to have?

This poor family. I know I said they gave me bad vibes in the first movie but nobody deserves this.

He looks less like a tool with his suit on…but only slightly less

Baby you better get back behind that baracade!

Nobody talk to me I’m very emotional. This child looks very much like a magical mix of all 3 of my brothers put together and seeing him stand there so brave but so scared is doing something to me.

Final thoughts:

So I think SpiderAndrew might be a close second favourite for me. I like the relationships of the original the most, the comedy of the mcu version the most but this one was like a nice in between. Im a little disappointed there won’t be a third not cos I think I would have enjoyed it just cos the original had 3 movies, the mcu version will have at least 3 movies and this one is left out with 2. Don’t think I would have loved Shailene Woodley as MJ though so I dunno. I think the only thing I would have wanted from a third movie is to know who fedora guy is…and for Peter and May to acknowledge that they both know that he is Spider-Man. Apart from that it was fine and I now feel fully prepared for No Way Home.

[childofhalloween]

A Story With No Name Aka Why You Don't Ask Idoits for Dating Advice

So this was a short little one shot I got an idea for after binging Graystillplays Sims videos for days. If the formatting or anything seems off it's because I wrote it all on a phone. Well this short one shot turned out 9 pages long opps. So I hope you enjoy. Also writing an Austrillis slow burn not really sure where it goes but if anyone is interested let me know. Anyways onto the show! Thomas Alan Wenis better known as Tommy looked down at the paper in his hand. This address had to be a mistake. He had just flown down to Florida to get away for a while, see the ocean, maybe even clear up his depression. He hadn't brought much with him just an old suitcase and what little money he drained from his savings account.

That was exactly what attracted him to the random message board offering low rent living. With the price of rent all Tommy was expecting was a cot in a closet somewhere. Not that he minded as long as he had a roof and somewhere to put his black boots he didn't care.

But this, this wasn't right. Couldn't be right. The place was huge. Probably the biggest house he had ever seen. 4 floors are least and he could see the corner a large pool in the back.

He checked the address of his contact Melvin, and it matched. This had to be some sort of scheme. He knew it was too good to be true, like everything else in his life.

With a sigh he picked up his bag walking to the front door. Maybe they would be able to at least point him in the right direction.

Ringing the bell he sat out on the front step for a moment before the large oak door opened and a man dressed only in a towel and some sneakers opened the door.

"Uhhh hi. I'm sorry to disturb you but I am looking for someone at this address. His name is Melvin." Tommy said avoiding eye contact with the red haired man.

"Yeah that's me! Melvin Eugene Johnston. But everyone just calls me Florida Man." He said holding out his hand Tommy awkwardly taking it. "You must be Tommy!"

"Uhhh yeah. I'm sorry did I come at a bad time?" He said motioning to the towel.

"Huh this? Nah. Just like to feel a cool breeze if you know what I mean." He joked opening the door motioning for him to come in.

The place was almost too much for Tommy to take in but nonetheless followed Florida Man on a tour around the house.

"I uhhh….I hate to say I think I miss understood about the price." Tommy said knowing their was no way he could ever afford a place like this.

"Oh don't stress about it. Just get me the $300 whenever. Everyone here is pretty cool. We all just pitch in when we can ya know? We all take turns cleaning and cooking….well except for Aussie. Fire department said they are gonna fine us for another kitchen fire." He said casually. Tommy couldn't help but wonder what he was getting into.

"Then toss in some cash for some beers or food when ya can. Everyone just kind of does their own thing. You will see all kinds of people come and go. Right now we got a lot of our 'lifers'."

"How can you afford this place?" Tommy said looking at another large staircase.

"Oh it's already paid for. I bought it with the money from my lawsuit with Madonna."

"You sued Madonna!?!" Tommy said, not believing what he was hearing.

“Oh yeah I did. Her show was supposed to start at 8 she didn't go on till 10. I wasted so much money on overpriced water down beer I don't even remember the damn thing. Next thing I know I'm in the hospital. Apparently I fell down 12 rows of concrete stairs trying to get some nachos from concessions." He said casually as he continued. "Then I used the money I won to buy this place but it got lonely & quiet by myself so I started renting out rooms. Made for one big odd family."

Opening a door he motioned to Tommy "So here's your room. Get comfortable. When you're done feel free to head on down to the kitchen, meet everyone."

Tommy had hoped he could even find his way back down to the kitchen. It was going to take a little while to get used to this place. He still couldn't wrap his mind around all of this.

But unbeknownst to him the craziest part was yet to come. His new roommates.

Finally finding the kitchen he saw Floridaman busy having a beer next to a tall man with the most epic red beard he'd ever seen and a smaller but seemingly louder blond wearing sunglasses. And behind them both a slightly deranged looking man with jet black hair.

They all seemed to get quiet as he walked awkwardly into the kitchen.

"I was wondering if you were going to find us." Florida Man said thrusting a Bud Lite in Tommy's hand not bothering to ask if he'd want one. "Boys this is our newest guest Tommy Wenis"

The blond let out an almost mocking laugh.

"Wenis!?! Ya gotta be bloody kiddin me. Bet that must have been a rough primary career. The names are just endless!"

"Don't listen to him, he can be a jerk but he doesn't really mean it." The redhead said standing up holding out his hand cordially. "Names Tim by the way."

"Ahhh I'm just taking the piss with ya mate...kinda. Name's Trevor but everyone here likes to call me Australian Man. Ya know obvious reasons."

Finally the dark hair man with the slightly odd shaped face spoke up. "And I'm Colono. Colono Scopy"

"Uh huh...so is this everyone who lives here?" Tommy said looking at the motley crew in front of him.

"No the girls are off doing something or another. I think they mentioned girls day. I don't know I wasn't listening." Florida Man said, looking at the clock on the stove. "But they should be back any minute."

As if on cue the door opened and the sound of over lapped talking was heard.

"Speak of the devil mate." Australian Man said slightly in awe of Florida Man's timing.

A brunette wearing what looked to be a thrift store tourist shirt walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Whitley come here meet our new roommate Tommy." Florida Man said.

"Hey I'm Whitley " she shook his hand. He couldn't help but notice the slight smell of cheap bottom shelf vodka radiating off her.

Next a woman walked in with the best blond afro Tommy had ever seen.

"Hey Bab this is our new roommate Tom-"

"Maybe he'll last longer then the others." Bab said almost miserably as she walked out the back door not stopping.

"Sorry she's kin-d of…." Florida Man tried to think of the word.

"Manic Depressive." The girl with blonde and pink braids said matter of factly. "Text book diagnosis really."

"Are you a Dr?" Tommy asked everyone just laughed.

"Not in the slightest. Just been through a lot of psychologists."

"Ellis Dee, meet Tommy." Florida Man introduced.

"Tommy Wenis." Australian Man said with a snicker.

"Oh my God do people call you Tiny Wenis?" Ellis said with a giggle.

It didn't matter though because all Tommy's attention was now focused on the tall blond with golden hair walking in. He had never seen anyone like her. She was like nothing he'd ever encountered. She was…..she was…..she was absolutely stunning.

"Whose that?" Tommy asked Tim quietly.

"Huh? Oh that's Beth. Be nice, she's a sweet girl." Tim whispered back.

"Hey Beth say hi to Tommy the new guy." Florida said.

"Hi name's Beth." She introduced herself in a thick Southern accent.

"I….uhh...I'm Tommy." Tommy managed to mumble out.

All the guys exchanged an odd look.

"So where are ya rollin in from?" She asked with a smile.

"....I uhhh… I come from….places. I gotta go." He said, scrambling out of the kitchen to his room.

"That was odd." Colono said all the others nodded.

As the months went on Tommy found he had more in common with this rag tag bunch then he ever had with anyone else. He spent his days joking with Colono, drinking beers with the Florida Man & Australian Man, discussing art with Bab Ross, hitting the occasional bong with Ellis Dee, and pretty much bonding with everyone.

Everyone that is except for Beth. It seemed like every time they had a moment together his mind just blanked. Like it shut down to nothing and he couldn't figure out what the hell to say so he would say something awkward and just excuse himself.

It became apparent to everyone what was going on, everyone that was except Beth as she walked into the living room one day.

"Mind if I sat by ya hun?" She asked. He looked up at her eyes wide.

"I….uhh….murder show…..its over…..here you go. For you." He said, tossing the remote at her feet before running out the room.

"Ouch that was painful to watch." Australian Man looked up from the card game the guys had been playing.

Tommy pulled out a chair and plopped down not responding.

"Hey man, it's0 ok you will get her next time." Florid Man said putting a hand on his shoulder sympathetically….well really trying to sneak a peek at Colono's cards

"Ughhh. It's like everytime I try to talk to her I look like a total ass." Tommy grumbled.

"Yah we know, we all seen it." Australian Man joked as threw another chip in the pot.

"Well what am I supposed to say? Hey I think you're gorgeous, will you have a coffee with me?" He said, causing all the other men to laugh.

"No, no. You're thinking too much into it. What women love to hear is compliments." Tim Horton said as Bab Ross happened to walk past. "Watch this."

"Hello Bab you are looking positively radiant today!" Tim said, putting on a charming smile.

"Whatever you say Tim." Bab said with a shrug as she kept walking.

This caused all the other men to crack up.

"Laugh all you want but she acknowledged me. That's progress."

"Nah ya got it all wrong mate. What birds really dig on is a badass." Australian Man said getting up walking to the back yard. "This is how it's done boys."

Strutting slightly he slid up to Ellis Dee who was sitting outside enjoying the sun.

"Hey Ellie." He said acting casual.

"Oh hey Aussie what's up?"

"Did I ever tell you about the time I fought off a whole colony of bog frogs?"

"No I don't think you have."

"Yeah I was out with some blokes and came across these wee little bog frogs must have been mating season or something because next thing I know I'm surrounded by the little wankers! So I start beating them off me. Kicking, punching them in their little frog faces. Just throwing them off left and right. Turns out the little bastards were poisonous. Woke up in the hospital 2 weeks later handcuffed to the hospital bed. Turns out those little piss frogs are on the 'endangered species' list. Luckily for me though the judge granted the coma as time served. All I got was probation and I'll be off that by next year." Australian Man said cooly before something hit him.

"Probation…..OH SHIT! My probation meeting!" He said looking down at his watch. "I'm 6 fucking months late! I can not be arrested again! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" he said running into the house leaving behind a very confused Ellis Dee.

All the guys watched as Australian Man ran through the house screaming obscenities as he looked for his cell phone.

"Anyways….what about you Florida Man. How do you talk to the ladies?" Tim Horton asked.

Florida Man shrugged and got up walking to the kitchen to see Whitley at the table drinking a large glass of orange juice.

"Bud Lite?" Florida Man offered holding out a beer. She looked at him confused.

"Its only 11 not even noon. Too early for beer." she said.

"Ok." Florida Man said walking back with both beers.

"Mornings are for screwdrivers." Whitley said to herself pour more dollar vodka into her drink.

"No, no I am sure I called. Yeah right when I landed. No I made sure I message with a Shelly? Or maybe a Jan? Or was it a Steven? I'm not sure. Mighta been a new?.....oh maybe a temp! Bloody hard to find good help huh? I'm sure it's there just check the last few months. Ring when this is all cleared up." Australian Man said, hanging up his phone not waiting for a reply on the other end. "Bloody cunts..….so what'd I miss."

"That's it. That's the only move I got." Florida Man said with a shrug.

"You guys are hopeless. No wonder I'm the only one in a relationship." Colono complained before turning to Tommy. "Tommy don't listen to them they are all going to die alone."

"Hey!"

"Fuck ya too!

"That was rude….but true."

"Women, they love romance. You can sweep a woman off her feet just by words. Just watch my example gentlemen." Colono said as he sauntered out the door to Flo Cane who was watching tv.

"Oh there she is mi amor. I was looking everywhere for you." He said sliding next to her.

"What is it? On no! Are you having issues again? Is the burning back? Have you been taking your meds? Do I need to call the Dr for you again?"

"What!?! No! That's not it!" Colono said in a panic as the sound of laughter came from around the corner.

"Hey don't listen to them. You know stress makes it worse." Flo comforted.

"It's not that!" Colono said frustrated.

"Are you sure? I know how cranky you get when you forget to take your meds."

"I'm not cranky!" Colono yelled as he stormed off.

"I'm making you an appointment just to be sure! I know you are scared of making phone calls." She shouted after him as he stormed off.

The other guys were currently in a huge pile on the floor in total hysterics none of them were able to stand. It took almost 10mins for them to calm down to breathe.

Finally collecting himself Tommy stood up straightening out his clothes. After all that advice he had finally figured it out. He knew what he had to do. Mustering up all the courage he could he moved forward before he could chicken out.

"Where are you going?" Florida Man asked as Tommy made his way outside.

"I'm going to do what I need to." He said walking out into the back yard where the girls currently huddled together talking about how weird the morning had been.

"Hello ladies. Can I talk to Beth alone please?" He asked.

Suddenly a lot made sense as they gave each other a knowing look.

"She's all yours." Whitley said with a l knowing smirk.

Silence still overcame the 2 as they sat there totally obvious to the group of 8 peering around the corner.

"What did you want to talk about?" Beth asked looking over slightly confused about what had been going on. From what she heard it's been a very confusing day.

"I…..I…." He took a deep breath before blurting out quickly. "I think you're absolutely gorgeous and would you like to get coffee with me?"

It took Beth a moment to even figure out what he had said and then another for it to really register.

"You, you think I'm pretty?" She said shocked no one had said anything like that before.

"Gorgeous actually." He said his face was burning red. "Look if I offended you, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Yes." She cut him off.

"Huh?"

"I would love to get coffee with you." She said as a big smile crossed her face.

"Ok when?"

"Now?" She suggested.

"Sounds great." He said getting up offering his hand to her. "I know a great place."

They both walked right past the group of the gawkers so invested in their conversation they didn't even seem to notice.

"Oh my God that is the sweetest thing I've ever seen!" Whitley gushed.

"Guys are never that romantic. She's so lucky." Flo said wistfully.

"Man I wish I could find someone who thinks like that." Ellis mused.

"Yeah it was pretty nice." Bab said in her bored Bab tone.

"Are ya fucking kidding me right now!?!" Australian said, throwing his hands up in the air as he stormed back inside.

"Seriously? That? That's it? Thats romantic?" Colono complained following behind.

"Wow guy did have some skills after all." Florida said patting Tim on the back sympathetically as Tim mumbled to himself annoyed.

"What's their problem?" Bab asked.

"Men are weird." Whitley said all the other girls nodded in agreement.

[infinitegalahad]

How To Say I Love You (Without Saying I Love You) SNEAK PEAK

Hey guys! Sorry for going AWOL, school and my mental health have been kicking my butt!  I’m in my finale week of the winter term which ends Friday, and then only eight more weeks of school, which is weird to think about. I’ll get this out by the end of the week, but enjoy a sneak peak of your favorite soft boy. Literally, LOOK AT HIM. Cutie patootie. Love of my life. A literal child. Anyways, enjoy a little peak under the cut! ;D

“What are you doin? Stop pushin’ me! I can’t dewit!” Shifty whispered in a hush as Floyd and Popeye pushed him towards the truck where you were loading supplies for easy company.

“Boy, quit being afraid of anything. Take that leap of faith!” Floyd called out before pushing Shifty near the truck before he and Popeye hid for cover.

Shifty turned around to find them before he heard a familiar voice call his name.

“Shifty?”

The Virginian sharpshooter turned his shoulder and hid his hands behind his back, smiling with a piece of his golden chestnut hair falling on his forehead. “Miss y/n! Pleasure to see ‘yah. I hope I wasn’t interruptin’ anythin’ too important.”

“Shifty, you’re too sweet. I was just finishing the last load of K-bars…” You explained, lifting a large box and shoving it into the back of her full truck, unable to see. Finally, done after a long day. Wiping the sweat off of your forehead, you walked towards Shifty only to be greeted by a variety of poppies.

“ ‘ere, got ‘em for you. You said you like the color red…” Shifty blushed, looking to the side. Floyd and Popeye hid behind the side of the truck, giving him a thumbs up.

You took the flowers and examined them, a smile growing on your face. “Oh, these are so sweet! Thank you..” You put the flowers in the pocket of your overalls to retrieve a few hershey bars from the back of the truck, “I’ll getcha’ somethin-”

“Wait, miss y/n!” Shifty announced, following after you as he grabbed your soft hand, pulling you back. You tripped on your own feet, almost falling to the ground before Shifty catched you, his hand on the small of your back. The two of you stared at each other, cheeks both burning with desire.

Shifty coughed and lifted you up, neating your ruffled shirt and cap with your hair messily tucked into. “S-sorry, I…would like to ask you somethin’. Not chocolate, ma’am.”

You raised your eyebrows, insisting that he go forward with his response, his hand still in yours. He didn’t even notice, but you did. You could recognize his soft, tan skin from anywhere.

“Would you go to the amusement park with me? As my date?” Shifty blurted out like word vomit, “I mean, only if you want. If you don’t wanna go with somebody like me, then I understand.”

“Yes, of course I would!” You also blurted out, your face red like a tomato. You took your cap off and hid your face, embarrassed by yourself. Inhaling, you let out an exhale before pulling yourself together. “Shifty, I would love to go with you. I wasn’t even planning on going at all until you asked me.”

Shifty’s eyes sprinkled with happiness, like a child on Christmas morning. “Really? You wanna?” He squeezed your hand, realizing that he was still holding it.

You looked up at him with a warm smile, placing your dirty hand on top of his. “Yes, I would love to.”

Shifty looked speechless. The rumors were true; his smile was infectious. Perfect and bright like the sun of a warm summer day.

“Sufferin’ succotash!” He cried, “Miss y/n? Can I ask you one last thing?”

“Yes, Shifty?”

“Can I give you a hug?”

It was definitely not what you were expecting. But then again, you weren’t hesitant. Shifty could do no wrong-he simply seemed over the moon about asking you out. You were as well, but seeing Shifty’s excitement made you smile and accept it. He was too cute for his own food.

“Yes, you can.” You opened your arms only to have long hands pull you up and spin you around. It was a quick welcome as you spun around, heartfelt laughter escaping from you and Shifty. Shifty could do no wrong, whether that be at shooting or giving the best bear hugs. They were bear-like, but affectionate and protective. He trapped his arms around your waist as you held the back of his necks, your fingers tangled in his soft hair which shined in the sun. Shifty looked amazing no matter what, always glowing.

Babe threw the clown nose off of his face along with the roses Guarnere had picked out for him. Eugene was walking by, mortified to see Babe dressed (apparently) as a clown and a disappointed Guarnere. Not an unusual sight.

“Heffron,” Eugene walked towards a sad Babe, scanning his figure. “What are you doing…”

“I’m heartbroken! Look at them!” Babe mourned, pointing at you and Shifty in an embrace, happily giggling. “I was gonna ask miss y/n out and give her these roses. I dressed up like a clown since I thought we could both be clowns together.”

Eugene simply blinked, perplexed by Babe’s logic. All he could think of was the word Yikes. He would���ve most likely scared away y/n instead of winning her heart over. “Pardon?” He looked at Guarnere for answers, who simply shrugged at him.

“Don’t look at me like that. I tried, the kid wouldn’t listen. He’s a lovesick puppy with that damn dame.” Guarnere explained, crossing his arms as he looked at the happy couple.

The Cajun medic, along with Babe the sad clown and Guarnere, observed you and Shifty. A small smile crooked at his lips. He normally wasn’t one for gossip or dating, but he was happy for the two of you. Even someone as quiet as him didn’t deny the obvious chemistry between the two of you. It was like the two you were destined to be together. Humble, adored, and both beautiful in your own, respective rights.

“Yeah…” Eugene slowly bopped his head, “There sure like lovesick puppies…”

[gamerwoo]

Seventeen headcanons: Seventeen as Disney Characters’ Kids

a/n: you can thank my cousin forcing me to listen to the descendants soundtrack for this. may or may not do oneshots for these at some point so uh,,,,,,we’ll see

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Seungcheol, son of Kovu and Kiara

a lot like his parents

is a little infamous because some people still see his dad as “evil” anyway

does whatever he thinks is right even if it’s not traditional

heir to be king and he takes that seriously

honestly he is lowkey trying to prove himself to everyone

hangs out with wonwoo a lot and usually goes to him for advice

also best friends with soonyoung since they’re kind of in the same boat

doesn’t want to be sheltered by his parents even though he has mixed reactions from the public

even if his entire kingdom doesn’t like him, he wants to be a good prince and future king

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Jeonghan, son of The Cheshire Cat 

sly and sneaky and mischievous lil shit

you don’t think he’s there but he’s there

he hears and sees everything

his favorite thing to do other than nothing is eavesdrop

he’ll be hanging out with his friends and as soon as someone is like “let’s go do this” he disappears without saying anything

often found lounging about with his tail swaying and flicking

typically up to no good but his seemingly sweet face always fools people

but those who know him know he’s typically anything but sweet

whenever he appears, you always see his smirk first

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Joshua, son of David & Nani

surfer dude

i mean, come on, look who raised him

hangs out with seokmin a lot 

he’ll sit on his surfboard out in the ocean and seok will swim up and rest his arms on the board and they’ll just talk or swim and stuff

he is a little ‘odd’ but his aunt is lilo and he was raised around aliens so can you blame him

but he really just wants to be normal because people have been judging him for his entire life

sometimes he’s a lil judgy just to make himself feel less weird

*insert that gif of him making that face in the going svt episode that everyone uses as a meme now*

but like he also keeps experiment 002 as a ‘pet’ after mrs. hasagawa couldn’t take care of her ‘cats’ anymore

so he still is a lowkey strange boi 

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Junhui, son of Thomas O’Malley 

smooth as heck

a little goofy but that’s his charm

he comes from one of thomas’s many one-night-stands, so he lived on the street and was only raised by his dad for a long time

when he was brought in to live with duchess and her kids, she treated him like one of her own, and he got along well with her kids

would throw hands for his sister without question

still a flirt like his dad though

but he drinks his respect women juice i promise

usually playing around with his brothers or sometimes going off to help hansol

even though his family is loaded now, he still acts like he’s an alley cat lmao

kinda stays away from jeonghan because he finds him scary

can be found hanging around with soonyoung though

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Soonyoung, son of Shere Khan

he wants to be a tiger so badly so

despite his dad being kind of yknow an asshole

soonyoung is a huge sweetheart 

some people may think it’s an act or whatever but it’s just how he is

and his dad is trying so hard to get him to be less kind but the boy can’t help his fat heart okay

he hangs out with seungcheol a lot because the two can relate on being misunderstood

soonyoung is basically kovu

came from a shitty family but is just here for a good time

but if you fuck with him he can and will rip your throat out

hangs out with jun quite a bit because he makes him feel more upbeat and kind of grounded i guess???

because he doesn’t want his status or his father’s words getting to his head

honestly highkey worried he’ll become like his dad

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Wonwoo, son of Milo Thatch & Kida 

literally the perfect mix of his parents

the curiosity and shyness/awkwardness of his dad

mixed with the beauty and grace of his mom

he’s the prince of atlantis since kida became queen after the king died, and everyone absolutely adores him

has girls lining up to marry him but because he’s awkward like milo, he’s not really that interested in getting married anytime soon

hangs out with seungcheol and tries to give him helpful advice

pretty much always reading and learning about other cultures and kingdoms

has never been outside of atlantis and he’s highkey curious about what’s out there

but he’d never sneak out behind his parents’ back because he’s a good boi

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Jihoon, son of Elsa 

he’s a lot like his mom (from the first frozen i havent even seen the second one ok)

he also has powers like her which he doesn’t use often

even as a child, he preferred learning how to use and control it rather than just use it for fun

but now when he has to go out for royal things, he will sometimes make a little ice rink for the kids or create little flurries and dancing snowmen just to see the children laugh

and if you look at him, you can see the hint of a smile

spends most of his time in his room reading or sleeping because that’s just how he chooses to spend his time

tbh he doesn’t want to be a prince he just wants to do what he wants

but elsa is a single mom and he’s her only heir so he doesn’t want to let her down or stress her out

but if he could just,,,,,,not be a prince, he would love that

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Seokmin, son of Ariel and Eric

everyone always sayin this boy looks like prince eric anyway so

he’s a mermaid like his mom so he can spend time in the water and on land

often goes ‘surfing’ with joshua but it’s basically josh surfing while seokmin swims in the waves and watches

sometimes he goes to visit wonwoo in atlantis but not often because it’s kind of hard to get to

spends 50% of his time singing whatever song is stuck in his head or just making up his own

he really is more like his mom personality-wise lmao

and of course more like his dad when it comes to looks

likes being on land and in water equally you can’t make him choose one

his best friend (other than josh) is a dolphin that goes on adventures with him and stuff, and an octopus that clings to him like a backpack

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Mingyu, son of Eugene and Rapunzel 

big clumsy but kind idiot

also does that weird smolder thing like his dad

honestly he’s kind of the perfect mix of his parents

very kind and curious

but he’s not nearly as trusting as his mom

he may be kinda dumb sometimes (he got the braincells from his dad ok) but he makes an excellent prince

he loves his kingdom and his kingdom loves him

he’s got so many suitresses but he put his training to be king first

however he highkey in love with the girl who sells flowers and planters at the market

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Minghao, son of Cruella De Vil

like his mom, he’s very into fashion

unlike his mom, he prefers to find cruelty free ways of achieving fashion

he actually left home when he was 16 and has nothing to do with her

he’s become an anonymous fashion designer because he knows nobody would give him the time of day if they knew who his mother is

as a designer, he goes by the8

he designs all of seungkwan’s clothes too

he usually just stays inside and works on his clothing because people are mean to him when he goes outside

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Seungkwan, son of Charlotte La Bouf

just wants to be a prince so heckin bad !!!!

likes to dress up in nice clothes and go out a lot

only wears things designed by minghao though

he’s boujee okay

honestly would give up his prince dream to help minghao make a new name for himself

he wants to be a prince more than anything but his friends and those he loves come first

but seriously can a princess just marry this poor boy already

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Hansol, son of Robin Hood & Maid Marian

hands down the sweetest boy ever

he’s pretty well off so he typically just gives away his own things

but he will steal from the rich if he has to lmao

pretty much friends with everyone because he’s just so likeable

the only people who don’t like him are rich assholes lmao

may or may not have been arrested a few times but it was for good reasons i swear

sometimes has chan tag along on his adventures to steal from the rich

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Chan, son of Mulan & Li Shang

he’s not a prince but damn he looks like one

the strongest warrior in his kingdom

his family is also very highly ranked so while he’s not a prince he’s still an important dude in the kingdom

girls swoon over him and men want to be him

can we blame any of them

if he’s not training/practicing, he’s off with hansol 

often donates to the poor but also loves to eat the rich lmao

has also wound up in jail a few times but his parents are fine with it because it’s for a good cause

but if he’s not practicing or with hansol, he’s just fucking up assholes

those are basically his hobbies lmao

[lyssismagical]

3 for the halloween prompts? <3 Love your writing btw

3 - Came to the wrong Halloween party I’m so sorry this took so long lmao

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Going to Flash’s Halloween party was going to be a shitshow, of course.

Peter knew this the moment he saw the posters on the walls in the school hallways. But Ned had pleaded, apparently already having picked out a new Halloween-Good-Luck-Party Hat. So he agreed.

Apparently, it’d be even more of a shitshow than he could’ve imagined considering when he walks into the party, the first thing he notices is the intoxicating smell of booze and sweat, immediately followed by the sheer amount of college sweatshirts he sees.

“Hey, sweetheart,” somebody says, grabbing his elbow. He pulls away quickly, eyes wide.  

He feels young and small in comparison to everyone else at the party, stumbling through the thick crowds of people, unable to turn back. He can’t see the door anymore, swarmed by sweaty people and the stench of alcohol.

He trips over someone’s foot and falls into a girl.

“Sorry, I- I’m sorry- I didn’t- I-”

She smiles, blue eyes staring into him. “You’re a real cutie, don’t you worry about it.”

“Sorry, I-” He tries to pull back but her fingers are still wrapped around his biceps, fake red nails digging into his skin.

She’s dressed as a nurse, a stereotypical sexy nurse costume, grinning almost like a lion would to a gazelle. “Don’t apologize, sweetheart, I’m glad you ran into me.”

Suddenly, there’s a hand pulling his shoulder backwards. He stumbles again, unsteady on his feet as the girl lets go of his arms finally.

“Come on, Becca, don’t be a dick. Go find your boyfriend.”

Becca frowns, rolling her eyes, and disappears into the crowd.

The hands on Peter’s arms are gentle and easy, leading him through the crowd towards a door near the back of the building. Through the door brings quietness and near emptiness.

Peter turns quickly, having to tilt his head up to meet the eyes of the boy who had saved him from the party scene.

“Sorry, I’m- I-”

“Hey,” the boy says, shrugging with so much ease. “Take a breath. I’ll grab you some water.”

His southern drawl, paired with the cowboy costume he’s dressed in, and the beautiful intensity of his blue eyes, helps to calm Peter’s nerves.

As soon as he’s got the glass of water in his hands, Peter finds the strength to properly explain himself. “I must’ve got the address wrong. I’m supposed to be at Flash Thompson’s party, not… not here. I wasn’t expecting- I’m so sorry. Thank you for saving me.”

“It’s not a problem, hon. Flash’s party is a few blocks down, this is his brother’s girlfriend’s party. Take a breather and then I’ll walk you over, yeah?”

“You would do that for me?”

His saviour shrugs, smiling sweetly. “I wouldn’t let you walk that far alone in the dark, on Halloween.”

“Wow, um, thank you so much.”

“No worries, darlin’. And either way, when you’re dressed like you are… I’m just saying, I kind of want to wrap you up and keep you safe and sound forever.”

Peter immediately blushes from the tips of his ears all the way down to his chest. He’s dressed like a bear, a baby bear. His hair is poofier than he normally keeps it, curls wild, with a soft fluffy brown bear onesie, a pair of little ears on his head, and a little nose drawn on.

Compared to his saviour’s tight jeans, flannel loose and tucked into his waistband, the first few buttons open and showing off the top of his tan chest, cowboy hat lopsided on his head, and boots clicking on the ground, Peter feels insanely childish.

“It’s silly, I know, but-”

“Not silly, it’s really adorable.” He steps closer, into Peter’s space, and gently brushes his thumb over his cheek. “Like unbelievably adorable, honey. I just want to eat you up.”

Peter flushes darker, eyes going wide. “Peter. My name’s Peter Parker.”

“Harley Keener, angel.”

Peter can’t help himself from resting his palm flat against Harley’s chest, fingers dipping between the buttons. “You were going to walk me to my friends?”

He grins, pulling back just far enough to lift off his cowboy hat and tip his head. “I did, didn’t I? At your service, my king.”

“Thank you, my knight,” Peter says, giggling. He tucks his shoulders into himself a little more, feeling so small in comparison. “I really owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything, bear.”

Harley grins at Peter’s blush, gently swiping his thumb over Peter’s cheekbone. Peter’s never felt this way before, so intensely and suddenly.

“You want a drink before we go?” Harley asks. “Alcoholic or otherwise?”

“Not to sound any younger than I probably already do, I’d really love some pop or juice or something.”

Harley grins a little wider, fingers sliding up Peter’s face to gently brush some of his curls out of his face.

He pulls away suddenly, pulling open the fridge and grabbing a caprisun for Peter and a beer for himself. He loops an arm around Peter’s shoulders, steering him towards the second door in the kitchen, leading into a backyard.

“Come on, I’ll take you to Flash’s. Best not keep your friends waiting.”

Peter can’t help but laugh. “Believe it or not but I don’t think anyone would’ve noticed my absence. I’m not really popular. I’m not even close to popular.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No? I’ve got one and a half friends, and otherwise, people steer clear unless they wanna copy my homework. I’m lucky if I can make it through a week without getting tossed in at least one dumpster.”

Harley stops in his steps, turning dramatically to face Peter. “You’re not kidding.”

“I’m not kidding.”

Harley’s blue eyes so wide and earnest. “I’ve known you for, what, an hour? And I’m already absolutely fascinated by you, you know that? I have no idea how anybody who could treat you as anything less than royalty.”

“I don’t think Flash is capable of being nice.”

Harley shrugs, stepping into Peter’s space again. He’s so tall, crowded up against him under the shining moonlight in the damp grass. “What if I went to your party with you? This one isn’t really my scene anyway. How would they feel with you on my arm?”

“You’d come to a high school party with me?”

“You say that like you’re really that surprised? What can I say, you’re just that interesting.”

Peter flushes, smiling shyly up at Harley. “You’re sure?”

“Absolutely sure.”

They walk, Harley’s arm around Peter’s shoulders, through the backyard to the road, getting to know little bits and pieces about each other, laughing into the darkness of the night.

When they make it to Flash’s party, Peter doesn’t think he’s ever seen people’s eyes go as wide as his classmates when they see him with Harley.

Harley presses a kiss to Peter’s temple, having to bend down to reach him, and he squeezes Peter’s side. “You wanna dance?”

“I’d love to.”

Before they can make it to the dance floor, Flash stops them. “What’s this? Did you really hire somebody to pretend to be your friend? That’s low, even for you, Penis Parker.”

“I’m not an actor. And I’d suggest you don’t go there, Eugene. Not only am I taller and undoubtedly stronger than you, I also have connections with your brother. What do you think he’d do if he found out you were bullying a perfectly sweet friend of mine?”

Flash pales, eyes going even wider. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I absolutely would,” Harley practically snarls, arm curled protectively around Peter. “So back the fuck off or there will be consequences.”

For a moment, it seems like Flash will fight back, anger flaring in his eyes and hands clenching into fists, and then he nods once and ducks off into the crowd.

“Thank you,” Peter murmurs, tugging Harley into him.

“No worries, baby bear. I told you I’d treat you like royalty, didn’t I?”

Peter, in a moment of confidence and hope, grabs Harley by the collar of his flannel and tugs him down, simultaneously lifting himself onto his toes, and presses his mouth to Harley’s.

When Harley pulls away, eyes sparkling and smiling. “Well then, baby bear.”

“Would you wanna go on a date with me? Like a real date. Because I’ve never felt this way before with anyone and I- I don’t want to miss this opportunity.”

“I’d love to, angel.”

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