#i love this poor man. i'm going to run him a nice hot bath and drop in soo many bath bombs

[partyinthemysterymachine]

hey Jameses, nice guns!! :) but you guys DO know that you need a permit for those, right..?

.. right???

(based on a RIDICULOUS conversation with @phantastus about The Nature Of Jameses™️)

REALLY tho, GOOMT James?? you're worried about his BANGS?? :\ you know, this is why you shouldn't be let out of toluca lake fr >:(

poor Gravity James. someone please get this dude an iced tea and your strongest xanax, he really needs it after all he's been thru..

(read Gravity rn do it do it do it dO IT)

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how you pamper them when they're stressed/overworked

a/n: requested by the sweet @almost-gabrielle, i hope you enjoy it, and everyone else too - it's going to be GIGANTIC! 😍 be nice, cause I included some characters I haven't written much before (exciting!!!) and if you reblog with a comment or a nice tag... i'll love you forever! 💖 that means a lot, and i'm very grateful for all of it 🥰

ARAGORN: he actually feels like that quite often, but he’s incredibly good at hiding it. Luckily, you’re an expert in reading him like an open book, but oftentimes you need to literally physically drag him away from whatever he is doing (and he might complain as you do so). Aragorn just enjoys sometimes being quiet with you, and it’s usually what he needs when his mind is racing, or his body is overexerted. Or both. You can just lie down together and run your fingers slowly through his hair, and that will help him forget his worries at least for a little while. Secretly he is an absolute sucker for sweet, romantic confessions of love and affection, and he will melt if you whisper sweet nothings in his ear.

LEGOLAS: something has to be extremely serious for him to feel that way, because his limits are very high; but in those moments he just wants to get away from everything as soon as possible and run to you, because with you the rest of the world just fades away. He enjoys an outing in nature, far away from real life, especially if the two of you find a nice lake or river to go for a swim in, and eventually act like a couple of children splashing and chasing each other. If that doesn’t help, he likes to sit in front of you and let you braid his hair as he talks about whatever is on his mind, and it also helps him physically relax to have you sitting behind and so close to him.

BOROMIR: this man will most likely push himself to his absolute limits, because he shoulders too much responsibility and feels pressured constantly to be on top of things. However, it’s easy to notice when he becomes a bit more irritable at one point, and then you know it’s time to talk him into taking at least a little break. That can be a slippery slope, because once he gets you alone for 5 minutes, it can very easily turn into 15 hours, and he would never finish anything. But on some days it’s just necessary - you sweet talk him into a cuddle session, during which he accidentally falls asleep with his head over your heart, or you make some tea with love as the special ingredient – and tell him that! He’s going to melt and finally, gratefully accept that his partner wants to look after him.

FARAMIR: much like his brother, he will probably suffer in silence, but you can’t miss his tired sighs every now and then, and the way he shuts his eyes and rubs his temples. If you hug him from behind, he will melt into your touch and lean onto you so much that you will almost topple over, but that will also make him admit to himself that he really needs a break. Run him a nice, hot bath complete with fragrant ingredients, and candles lit around it,  and he will be forever grateful. If you don’t join immediately, he will very sweetly ask you to come with him because 'oh the bath is so big and so lonely' without one more person in it. 

ÉOMER: this hardworking man is actually quite in touch with how he feels, both physically and emotionally, and he knows when things are becoming too much and he needs to step away for his own good. It is not unusual for him to go search for you and suggest that the two of you do something away from everyday life. Many times he doesn’t even suggest anything, he just follows behind you whatever you’re doing - taking a walk and admiring some trees in bloom? He’s right there holding your hand. Sitting on a balcony and reading? He will lay his head on your lap and ask you to read to him. And he is content just being present with you.

SAM: he gets both overworked and stressed quite often, poor thing. Make him something to eat and bring it outside while he’s working in the garden, and just have a spontaneous mini-picnic in the backyard. Although he’s very hardworking and persistent, over time he’s learned to accept your help and pampering, and he really really enjoys it too. If he is under mental stress, maybe you’ll need to push him a little bit to tell you what is on his mind, but once he does, he will gladly listen to your advice or any help you can give him. 

FRODO: baby boy is in his head a lot and oftentimes he will accidentally create things to worry about, and he will just zone out. if he has a faraway look in his eyes, while doing nothing in particular, you can accurately guess what is up. He likes to feel useful, and he will gratefully accept if you ask him to help you with whatever you’re doing - it gives him an excuse to be kind and helpful, but also spend time with his favorite person. Especially if you’re organizing/re-organizing something, he will enjoy doing it with you, or cooking - he might not be the best at it, but he delights in giving you a hand, and he likes to learn and improve new skills anyway. 

MERRY: he is actually much more of an overthinker than he seems to be on the outside, so stress sometimes just generates outta nowhere! Also he isn’t the biggest fan of physical labor out there, but he is a little bit of a show-off when it comes to you, and he will go above and beyond when helping you with something or doing something for you, until he can barely stand. Afterwards he will take pride in the fact that you had to force him to stop whatever he was doing, but he was simply being so very nice to his favorite person! Something he loves to do to unwind in those moments is just come up with random stories with you, the two of you taking turns making up characters and events. He is a little bit of a baby and he will just take your hand wordlessly and put it in his hair, because it feels nice when you run your fingers through it.

PIPPIN: he will either be stressing over very small, irrelevant things, or something absolutely terrible, no in-between. If it’s something small, he has no problem rambling about it to you, and that usually helps him sort things out; but if it’s something serious, he will grow quiet. The best thing you can do for him in those moments is distract him with a silly idea like “let’s go for a walk and find as many kinds of blue flowers as we can” or just straight up make him laugh - it’s the best medicine. He wouldn’t ask you directly to do it, but he’d love it if you could just hold him or cuddle him for a bit (he’s the little spoon of course).

BILBO: oh he will get worked up over a whole bunch of random things; and when he is working on something, he goes all in (and then has a random episode of doing absolutely nothing), so you need to be the one who grounds him in reality sometimes. Just don’t startle him when approaching him quietly. He is very responsive to your touch and he will just lean into you as soon as you’re near, almost forgetting about everything else. He adores it when you hold his face in your hands and he will look at you as if hypnotized while you comfortingly reassure him that everything will be alright and that he doesn’t have to do anything alone as long as you’re around.

FÍLI: he is very big on “strong protective independent dwarf” and sometimes he doesn’t fully allow himself to rest properly, or to process some things that are bothering him on the inside. However, at one point it will all have to culminate, and then his first instinct is to shut himself off. A guaranteed way to get through to him is to kiss him senselessly wherever you can reach and it makes him subconsciously relax almost immediately. He will kiss you back passionately which helps him eliminate some of the tension he’s feeling. Additionally, he will never ever say no to receiving a nice little massage from you. 

KÍLI: oh he is quite proud of himself if he ends up overworking himself for you, as if it gives him bonus partner points. You will gently scold him for pushing himself too far, and then he will pout, but you know he still doesn’t regret it. Then he himself will drag you away for a cuddle session - he chose that as his reward for being the very best partner in all of Middle-earth - but you don’t have to exclusively cuddle. He finds it very relaxing if you sing something quietly to him and he will look up at you with shining eyes.

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TF141 Taking Care of Sick Reader!

A/N: Guys I'm so sick right now. This cold has hit me like a truck at full speed. I literally slept 13 hrs today?!?!?!?!?!? So lets go guys, sick HC's because I need some comfort.

Masterlist here!

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Price just doesn't care because he rarely ever gets sick. Whenever you catch a cold, he's just unfazed because he knows his body well.

This man will PAMPER you. He'll cook you whatever you're craving, and if you're not hungry, you're getting force fed a few cups of broth just so there's something in you.

He'll run you a bath with the soap you love so much, making sure it's nice and steamy in the way you like it. And while your nose his clearing up from the steam, he's massaging your shoulders and the back of your neck and wherever you ask him to. Because he'll be damned if his love has to spend one more second with their body aching.

Taking medicine with him is a chore for both of you. Him because he has to deal with your stubbornness, and you because liquid medicine tastes awful and theres no getting around it. He's just there holding the spoon with the burgundy coloured syrup and you're turning away every time he gets it close to your mouth.

"Sweetheart, I know it tastes awful but it's only here to make you feel better."

Ends up bribing you with taking you out to your favourite restaurant when you're better, but lets face it, he would've taken you anyway.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

And once you've finally taken it, disregarded the disgusted look on your face, he's actively kissing you on your cheeks, your forehead, maybe your lips as well despite how much you try to pull away from them. But you give in of course. He's only looking out for you and you love him too much.

Gaz I think would be a bit of a germaphobe at first.

Illness on the battlefield? Sure, he can deal with that, who cares Sickness at home?? Nope, the antiseptic spray is coming out and getting sprayed onto every surface of your flat.

You're not getting out of bed until you're sure you're fine because he'll be damned if he catches it from you. He's making sure every second of the day that you're fed, you're hydrated, you're comfy.

If you ask him very nicely, he'll let you cuddle up to him if you promise to not sneeze on him. But when you're finally in his arms, he sees your flushed face, your bleary eyes, the way you cling onto him so tightly even though you're so weak, fading in and out of sleep and he feels himself falling in love all over again.

"Poor baby. I'll take care of you, don't worry."

It happens every single time, it's hilarious. His mind changes every single time. Even if you sneeze on him, you'll get nothing more than a slight scolding as he holds a tissue up to your nose.

Medicine is different with him. Mixes it with your hot tea knowing just how much you hate taking it. If you question why it tastes so weird, he blames it on the temperature distorting the flavour and your messed up taste buds.

And it works, you never question it again.

After that, he'll turn your favourite show on just as background noise and it isn't long until you're falling asleep on top of him.

Ghost is not letting you lift a finger. If you stand up to go get something to eat or drink before he deems you of proper health, he's sweeping you off your feet and laying you back into bed.

"I can do things by- achoo! -by myself."

"No you can't. Stay put, lovie. I'll get your plate for you."

Doesn't want to make it seem like he's babying you.. but he definitely just is.

Simon is normally really good with letting you have your independence, he never wants to make it feel like you don't have a choice. But in times like these where you need to rest, he is having absolutely none of it and there's nothing you can do other that yourself be dragged back to your room.

This man will also chase you around the flat to make sure you take the medicine because you better get through this, and on his watch, you will be.

"Open up, Princess." while you keep turning your head away. Much like John, he definitely needs to bribe you with the shoes you saw on the way home one day or that new restaurant that opened a week ago. And only then you finally take it, gagging at the chemically taste.

After that, you will constantly be swaddled in warmth no matter what. Whether it be him since he's pretty much a radiator himself, a hot bath, or a million blankets and plushies. He just wants you as comfortable as possible for your weakened state.

For baths, it's almost certain he will join you. He'll let you lean back on him as he massages your shoulders, your arms, your thighs and legs. And you're left so dizzy and hazy because he's soothing your aching body so well.

He probably catches it a week after you, once you're already better and then it's your turn to take care of him :3 and you know just how Simon feels about being pampered and looked after.

Soap would be sick with you but stubborn as ever to let you take care of him.

He's just way too touchy and kissy and feely when you're infected, it's awful. Makes fun of you for having a bad immune system even though his is just as bad, if not worse.

"Shut your gob, Bonnie. I won't catch it. it's just a wee cold."

He catches it and it was more than just a 'wee cold'. You're both so weak, bodies throbbing and aching all over but he's still determined to make you his priority.

Going to the bathroom is a hassle because when you go, he'll go. He can't leave his love alone, not in this state! He'll stand outside the door like a cat does, just waiting.. and waiting.. and oh! You've accidentally opened the door on him because he can barely pay attention to whatever's in front of him.

To make up for it, you help ice his forehead.

He'll cook for you, infecting the kitchen with his boy-germs. But it's great because he can just put a few cups of broth up to a simmer and drink it with you on the couch.

Once it's time to take medicine, you both chicken out because it just tastes so gross. But knowing you have to take it, you made a deal to take it at the same time. You're both disgusted but clink your mugs together and use your tea as chasers.

Cheers!

Will sneeze on you more than once by accident. He's gross but we love him.

He definitely tries (keyword is tries) to stay awake long enough for you to make sure you're peacefully sleeping through your sick, but he definitely gets knocked out the moment he cuddles up against you.

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GRAHHHHH I'm so sick I'm going to bed. Cheers guys, goodnight

[marblemoovt]

Cowboy Riding - Simon Riley/Reader

Masterlist

Rating: Explicit (Smut)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Porn With Plot, AFAB Reader, Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Slight Praise Kink, Slight Degradation Kink, Bathtub Sex, Pet Names (Love, Pet, Darling).

Summary:

Working two jobs to make ends meet, you keep running into a certain cowboy.

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His words snap you out of your daze. “Tell me, love. Have you ever ridden before?” It’s a random question, but maybe this is his attempt at small talk. You search his eyes but can’t decipher the emotion they hold.

“I don’t own a horse, but I can ride one,” you reply. You can barely afford for yourself, let alone another creature. One day you’ll scrounge up enough money and get the hell out of this town. But for now, you remain stuck. Stuck pouring drinks. Stuck dealing with drunkards. Stuck bathing adult men who can’t seem to bathe themselves.

“What about a cowboy? Ever ridden one of those?”

Note:

I can't believe I finished this. I probably should have waited until after my first final, which is on the 10th, but oh well.

I'm still learning how to write smut. I struggle a lot with it because I'm so used to reading other people who write it beautifully. But you know what, if I keep writing, one of them's bound to turn out decent lol. Just pray to the rng gods.

Since this is my first fic for Ghost, I wasn't sure how to capture his character, especially since this is in a cowboy setting.

Thank you @pipops for introducing me to cowboy!ghost

Am I projecting my red dead redemption 2 hyperfixation on this? Maybe.

Happy Reading! ヾ(•ω•`)o

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Bang!

The saloon doors slam open as a body flies in and collides with a table. The splintering of wood catches your attention from the bar. You set down the glass you were drying. The patrons erupt into hushed whispers as everyone cranes their heads to get a good look, but no one moves. Sighing, you walk around the counter to check if the poor soul is still alive. You knew you shouldn’t have picked up this shift, but the other bartender begged you to cover for them. Plus, there’s a nice revolver you have your eye on.

The creak of the floorboards fills the silence in the room. Upon closer inspection, the heap of debris and limbs is an unconscious, but very much alive, man. You kick his shin but receive only a groan in response. Your boss is not going to be happy about this. As you roll up your sleeves, the doors swing open, and a shadow looms over you.

“Hands off,” a gruff voice locks your body in place. Turning your head, you meet a broad chest. Huh. You crane your neck, and there’s a skeleton glaring at you. Your lips are glued shut, words trapped by an invisible seam. His eyes are dark; they remind you of coal that has been set aflame. Maybe that’s why his gaze feels scalding. Despite being autumn, the room is unbearably hot.

Without another word, the mysterious stranger picks up the unconscious man like a sack of potatoes and slings him over his shoulder. He turns to exit, but you grab his vest. He stares at you in silence. You look at the broken furniture and swallow the lump in your throat. The fear of having your pay docked pries your lips apart.

“You need to pay for that,” and you point at the heap of wood. For a second, you think you’ll end up like that man: battered and unconscious. Arms thick like tree trunks and a frame that hulks yours. You don’t stand a chance, but that’s why guns were made. You eye the shiny pair of revolvers around his waist and grimace. Let’s hope he’s a terrible shot.

The skeleton man grunts, “Later,” and leaves. The second the saloon doors click shut, the chatter resumes. The atmosphere returns to normal like nothing ever happened. You grumble and fetch a broom and dustpan, wracking your brain for an excuse to give to your boss.

Unfortunately, your boss is incredibly pissed. He doesn’t dock your pay, but damn, did you receive an earful. You rub your temples, trying to soothe the throbbing. But the shrill scream of your boss still haunts your eardrums. The only reason you keep this job is that the customers tip well, especially once you get them piss-drunk.

Exiting the saloon, you head to your next job at the inn. It’s not common for you to work two shifts in one day, but you’re short on money. You pass by the gunsmith and pause at the display window, looking in with a sigh. When you arrive, they assign you to the baths, your least favourite task. There’s just something repulsive about bathing strangers—men—who feel entitled to do as they please with you. Sometimes you get lucky, and they only require you to fetch items and set up the bath. Other times you have to tend to customers with wandering hands. And let’s just say you were relieved of your bath duties for a few weeks after shoving a bar of soap down a man’s throat—but not before breaking his hands!

The stairs creak underneath your weight, and you hug the basket of towels and soap to your chest. You silently pray that whoever is behind that door isn’t a complete asshole. You knock and hear a muffled “Come in.”

You open the door, and there’s a skeleton staring at you.

Fuck.

You close the door without a word. Should you leave? But you can’t not do your job. Another incident like last time and you could find yourself fired. It’s not like he remembers you, right? You crouch in front of the door with your head in your hands. What are you going to do?

The door swings open, and a shadow looms over you. “Are you coming in, or are you gonna dillydally?” His husky tone redirects the throbbing in your temples elsewhere, and you press your thighs together. “Either you get in, or I ask for a replacement.”

You shoot up and rush past him into the room. Wordlessly, you set your basket on the counter and check that the water in the tub isn’t too hot. Flicking the bubbles off your hand, you stand to the side and wait.

“Aren’t you gonna undress me?”

Your gaze snaps up to meet his. “What?” you sputter, blood thrumming in your veins.

He tilts his head. “Isn’t that your job?”

You pad over to him like a wary animal, watching for the first sign of danger to turn tail. His dark eyes remain fixed on you; they pull you closer to him. Your fingers graze his neck when you untie his bandanna. You take off his vest, your touch trailing along his broad shoulders. The air feels heavy, and your lungs ache from the pressure. Breathing in deeply, you hold it in before exhaling slowly. Your pulse continues to quicken. He never looks away from you. Even when you begin unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes burn into the crown of your head. You pull the fabric apart and suck in a gasp. Muscles, well-defined and chiselled, wherever your gaze wanders. An array of scars litter his body like brushstrokes, and you restrain yourself from tracing every single one with your tongue. 

Clearing your throat, you reach up a hand towards his mask. “Don’t.” The command is sharp, and it cuts through the building tension. You look at him with wide eyes. His grip on your wrist isn’t harsh. You’re more startled than anything. You didn’t even see him move. “The mask stays on,” he says, releasing you. You nod dumbly and fumble with the button on his pants, tugging the material down. All that remains are his undergarments. You swallow, and your throat feels like it’s covered in tar. You undress him, and he’s—almost—as bare as the day he was born. The words clog your throat. It’s not like you’re surprised since he’s a behemoth of a man. But holy shit is he also massive in other parts of his body.

He doesn’t say anything. You haven’t decided yet whether that’s a blessing or a curse. No command to touch him, no order to undress and join him. He walks around your dazed form and lowers himself into the tub. The water sloshes and spills over the sides. Bubbles obscure most of his body. Damn it. You grab a towel and a bar of soap from your basket. 

Standing behind him, you dip the soap in water and lather it between your hands. Then you rub his shoulders, fingers travelling along every bump and ridge of his muscles. You start a light massage, keeping in mind to use more pressure than usual. Kneading any knots you find, a low rumble purrs from his throat, and your legs press together. His head leans back, and even in the bath, he’s almost as tall as you. Your hands move down to his biceps, and you bend over to reach them. 

You take a peek at his mask and admire the white skull against the black fabric. Obsidian eyes meet yours. They steal all the air in your lungs and turn the blood in your veins into molten lava. His gaze searches your face, and there’s a rush of heat simmering beneath your skin. You blink and avert your gaze, pulling away to get the rag. Wetting the cloth, you wipe down his body. He smells like pine trees and campfires with a faint whiff of bourbon. It’s sweet and earthy—addicting. You shudder, doing your best to ignore the pulsating in your core. 

“Alright there, love?” he asks. There’s a sparkle of mischief in his eyes as he rakes them over your figure. “Promise I don’t bite. Much.” You can hear the smug grin in his tone. The pool of heat in your belly bubbles and overflows into the rest of your body. The man knows exactly what he is doing to you. 

“Fine,” you squeak, blaming your rise in temperature on the warm water and manual labour. 

“I went to pay for the table, but you weren’t there,” he says. You stop scrubbing his arms and rewet the towel, wringing it out to buy yourself more time.

“Oh?” That’s all you manage to say. Oh. No witty remark or even a complete sentence. Just oh. You bite your lip and turn to face him. Much to your surprise, his eyes aren’t black, but a deep brown. The flicker of candlelight makes them look like pools of honey. Colour does not affect their power to hold you in place. For a brief second, you wonder how they would look between your thighs. “Were you looking for me?” you whisper.

“Not at all.” And his voice is husky, rough as the gravel on the road. It leaves you raw and wanting. You drag the towel across his chest, feeling his pulse beat steadily beneath your fingertips. Your heart is thumping in your ears, twice the rate of his. Trailing down between the valley of his pecs, you wash his abdomen. It feels like you’re cleaning a statue, albeit a squishy one. You hesitate to go further. 

He stops you. “I can take it from here,” and he takes the towel. You stand back, fiddling with your fingers now that they have nothing to hold. The splash and drip of water fill the void of silence. 

“How’s that man?” you find yourself asking. “The one you carried away.”

“In jail,” he responds. Simple and short. The silence stretches. You fidget with the buttons on your sleeve, picking at them until you force yourself to stop in fear of loosening the thread.

When the quiet becomes too much, you ask another question. “Was he bad?”

He shrugs. Beads of water roll off his collarbone and down his chest. “Don’t know, don’t care. Had a pretty bounty on his head, and that’s all that matters.” Your head perks up. Bounty hunting always fascinated you, but you have neither the equipment nor the skills for it.

“You’re a bounty hunter?” You step closer to the tub, fingers grasping the metal rim.

Amusement glints in his eyes. “When I want to be.”

His answer is vague; too vague now that your interest has been peaked. “What else do you do then?” you ask, leaning forward in excitement.

There’s barely any white beneath the skull mask. You’re treading in an ocean of coffee with nothing to keep you afloat. You would risk drowning if it meant having his gaze on you for a moment longer. He examines you and cocks his head. “Do you do this with everyone you bathe, or am I an exception?”

The question catches you off guard. You can’t remember the last time you worked a bath where the company was enjoyable. “Just haven’t seen you around before, that’s all.”

He chuckles. It’s low and sinful. You know the sound will repeat in your head later tonight once you’re alone in your room. “Darling, the less you know, the better.” The pet name sends a pleasant buzz through your body. The adrenaline coursing through your veins makes you bolder and drunk on impulsivity.

You tilt your face forward, your nose brushing against his mask. “Why? Would you have to kill me otherwise?” You’re joking, but the look in his eyes sends a chill down your spine. And then you remember that you know nothing about this man. You don’t even know his name.

His eyes trail down to your lips, and you almost miss how his throat bobs. “Wouldn’t that be a shame,” he mumbles. He locks his gaze back onto yours, and you inch closer. Would you have kissed by now if the mask wasn’t in the way? Your lashes flutter, lips a hair away from his face. He waits for you to make a move. Your fingers dig into the wooden boards of the tub, and your lips graze cotton. At the last second, you wrench yourself away, staring at the wooden floorboards. 

Tar coats your throat once more, and the words feel like molasses on your tongue. “If you don’t need me anymore, I can head on out.” 

You’re moments away from bolting, but his stern tone stops you. “No,” then a bit softer, “stay.” You peer at his eyes and relax your shoulders.

Your lips quirk into a smile, and you mock salute. “Yes, sir. I promise to be on the lookout. No one will attack you while you’re buck naked.” You pull a stool up to the side of the tub and sit. 

He chuffs and rolls his eyes. “Ghost will do.”

“Ghost, huh? Unusual name,” you comment, introducing yourself afterwards. 

“Yeah? Well, it’s not as stupid as Soap.” You have no idea who Soap is, but you feel sorry for them. 

“Who would name their child—”

“Do you live alone?” he interrupts you.

You pause at the sudden shift in conversation. “I beg your pardon?”

“You work two jobs. No one to go home to?” And there’s that look again like he’s studying you.

You frown. “I don’t think that’s very polite of you to assume.”

He leans back and closes his eyes. “So that’s a yes, then.” You swear he’s smirking underneath that mask; he sounds too smug not to be.

You bristle, heat crawling up the nape of your neck.“Well, what about you? Got a ranch with a wife and five kids?” you snap.

He cracks open his eyes and gives you a sidelong glance. “Jealous?” he teases with a lilt in his voice. “No. I have my horse and my… brothers. That’s enough for me.”

“You don’t get lonely?” you ask.

“Never, especially not right now.” His stare is a permanent brand on your skin. You shift in your seat before getting up entirely. Grabbing the towel from him, you walk behind the tub. 

You clear your throat, and he leans forward, exposing his muscular back to you. You hold your breath and trace what looks like an old knife wound. “Where did you get this?”

Ghost shakes his head. “Like I said. The less you know, the better.” You don’t press further, cataloging each scar you come across and tucking the information into the far recesses of your mind. 

When you’re done scrubbing his back, the bubbles have dissipated. The water is cloudy from the soap, but you can see the long curve of his cock twitching. Your fingers itch to explore his shaft and trace every vein you find. 

His words snap you out of your daze. “Tell me, love. Have you ever ridden before?” It’s a random question, but maybe this is his attempt at small talk. You search his eyes but can’t decipher the emotion they hold. 

“I don’t own a horse, but I can ride one,” you reply. You can barely afford for yourself, let alone another creature. One day you’ll scrounge up enough money and get the hell out of this town. But for now, you remain stuck. Stuck pouring drinks. Stuck dealing with drunkards. Stuck bathing adult men who can’t seem to bathe themselves. 

“What about a cowboy? Ever ridden one of those?” He looks dead serious. Is this attractive man flirting with you? Your eyes flick towards the water and fuck if you thought he was big before. 

You bite your lip and walk around to his side. “Not lately,” you answer. Your fingers dip beneath the water and skim along his stomach. “Are you offering to take me on a ride?” And you’re drowning, swimming in endless depths of honey and gold. You sink deeper. Feel your blood turn to sludge as your limbs become heavy. All oxygen leaves the room when his large hands encompass yours. 

“I am. Won’t throw a fuss if you decline,” Ghost murmurs. It’s an offer, not a demand. Calluses brush against the back of your hand. You pull away and take a few steps back. He nods and places his hands on the sides of the tub. Before he can lift himself out, your clothes plop onto the ground in a pile. The soft thump draws his attention, and his irises darken. 

You preen under his appraising stare, rubbing your thighs together for relief. The air teases your nipples into stiff peaks, and you hear him swallow. His eyes follow the sway of your hips as you strut closer. 

He sucks in a breath. “Jesus Christ, sweetheart,” and his voice cracks with want. 

You drag a finger across his chest, feeling his muscles flex underneath your touch. Leaning into his ear, you whisper, “Is there room for one more in there?”

The groan he utters sends a spike of arousal to your core. He looks at you with blown pupils and gives his shaft a few pumps. “There’s a seat right here,” he says, and you climb into the tub to claim it. The water is lukewarm at best, but the man beneath you radiates heat. Your clit brushes against the tip of his cock, and you hiss through clenched teeth. You definitely need some preparation before attempting to take his length in you. Not only is he long, but he’s girthy too. And the thought of it splitting you apart makes you clench. You seat yourself on his thighs, his erection pressing against your stomach. His hands cup your bottom, and he kneads the soft flesh. “Gotta stretch you out first,” and his fingers spread your slick folds. Your breath hitches when he draws circles around your entrance. “Ready?” 

“Fuck yes,” you respond, aching to be filled. Ghost plunges one finger inside, and your nails dig into his shoulders. One of his fingers feels like two of yours. The slight burn fizzles when he sets a steady pace, pumping his finger in and out of you. Your hips rock to match his movements. “More,” you plead. 

A breathy chuckle rumbles from his chest. “As you wish,” and he adds another digit. Crescent moons mark his skin, and the sting spurs him on. He crooks his fingers to reach the spongy area on your walls. All your nerves short-circuit, and you beg him to do it again. So he focuses on that sweet spot, stroking until your vision becomes spotty. When the meaty part of his palm grinds against your clit, your walls spasm as your orgasm hits you like a stampede. He doesn’t stop, pistoning his fingers with deadly precision.

“No more, please,” you beg. You’re starting to become too sensitive. The pleasure is teetering on that fine line that separates it from pain. You try to wiggle away, but his other hand pins you in place.

“You can take it. I know you can,” Ghost coos, fingers seeking to coax another climax from you. You bite your lip and shake your head. Tears sting the corner of your eyes. Still riding your previous high, you’re dangerously close to that precipice. He adds a third finger, sending you careening off the edge. The second orgasm rips through you, electricity sparking through your veins and setting every nerve ablaze. This time he slows down and allows you to ride his fingers. Your hips roll, grinding against his palm, anything to add to the friction.

“Fuuuuck,” you moan, trembling from the aftershocks of your climax. You slide off his fingers and bring them to your mouth, licking them clean.

He groans at the sight. “Fucking hell, pet.” His hips jerk when you grip his cock, sliding your thumb across the tip. “Ride me,” he orders. The authoritative tone makes your stomach coil. His hands rest on your waist, fingertips bruising your hips. “Don’t be shy. Show me how well you can ride my cock.” His words are filthy, and you want him to kiss that dirty mouth of his.

You take in a shaky breath. “Yes, sir.” Aligning yourself, you sink down slowly. The stretch is incomparable to earlier. Even after three fingers, you’re still struggling to take him. He grunts and digs into your waist, thighs quivering with anticipation. There’s a delicious burn as your cunt stretches to accommodate his girthy length. He disappears into you inch by inch until he’s buried to the hilt.

“Christ, you’re tight,” he spits out. You try to even your breathing. Your pulse is pounding in your ears, and you can feel him throbbing inside you. His tip kisses the entrance of your womb, and your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head. “Alright there, love?” Your mind is unable to process his question. There’s a thick fog blanketing your head, and all you manage is a whimper. He chuckles and strokes your lower back. “You haven’t even started moving yet.”

Like a newborn foal, your legs struggle to support your weight. Using his thighs, you lift yourself up and sink back down. The sensation of his cock dragging along your walls knocks all the air out of your lungs. You’re eager to chase that feeling. You pick up the pace, finding a comfortable rhythm. The water around you sloshes, and waves form with each bounce of your hips. His hands trail up your body, and he brushes your nipples with his thumbs. He hums, admiring how they pebble from his touch. You shudder and lean into him, mewling when he tugs and twists your nipples between his fingers.

“You’re riding me so well, pet.” His praise is music to your ears. You want to hear more, want him to moan your name as you milk him for all he’s got. So your hips move quicker, slamming into him at a brutal pace. He’s consistently rubbing against your cervix, and you’ve already cum multiple times because of this. “Gonna kill me with that sweet cunt of yours,” he grunts. 

The only thought left in your mind is to feel his seed spill inside you. And when you beg him to fill you up, the look he gives you is predatory. His hands return to your waist, and he starts using you. He uses you like an object for his pleasure. His strong arms lift you before slamming you down onto his cock, and he repeats this motion. You don’t move, too cock-drunk to do anything but take what he gives you.  

All you can smell is cedar and bourbon mixed with the musk of sweat. It overwhelms you, and you don’t think you can work at the bar anymore without your arousal smouldering like the embers of a flame. A salty aftertaste remains on your tongue, and you wonder if he tastes as good as he smells. Ghost curses when you clench around him like a vice. You could listen to him make these noises forever.

He’s twitching wildly inside you, and your clit throbs alongside it. “Fuck, darling. Gonna stuff you full just like you asked. You’re filthy like that, aren’t ya? Riding a man you just met like a whore, begging him to fill you with his seed.” You clench at his words, and his amused chuckle tightens the knot in your stomach. His deft fingers find your clit and mercilessly tease the bundle of nerves. The toe-curling pleasure is too much. You’re starting to lose track of where one orgasm ends and another orgasm begins. “Again. Cum,” he commands, and your body obeys. Your vision blurs, and your heartbeat crescendoes in your ears. He’s officially ruined having sex with anyone else for you.

His hips rut into you, chasing his own high. Your walls flutter around his cock, and it throbs in response. He chants your name like a prayer, dissolving into a groan as he empties his seed inside you. Thick ropes of hot cum paint your walls. You stay seated, panting to catch your breath. His chest heaves, glistening with sweat. He admires the bulge in your stomach before gingerly unsheathing himself from you. A grimace tugs at your lips as you clench around emptiness.

Ghost steps out of the tub and dries himself with a spare towel from your basket. He gets dressed and wordlessly moves towards the door.

“Will I see you again?” you ask, clambering after him. Your knees knock together, but your grip on the tub keeps you upright. The breeze chills your wet skin, and you can barely walk. You’re worried he’ll disappear if you let him go. Like an apparition. Like a ghost.

He pauses in front of the door and looks at you over his shoulder. “Do you know how to shoot?”

“I’ve been meaning to learn—”

He interrupts you. He seems to have a habit of doing that. “Sunrise. At the lake. I’ll teach you,” and he leaves without another word.

You stagger over to your clothes and slip them on, the fabric clinging to your damp skin. When you grab the basket from the counter, you nearly drop it from the unexpected weight. Rummaging through the towels, your fingers brush against cool metal. 

Inside is the revolver you had your eye on, and engraved on the barrel is a familiar skull.

─── ⋆ ｡ﾟ☆: *. ☽ .* :☆ﾟ｡⋆ ───

End Note:

The number of headcanons and plot bunnies that spawned from my brain is insane.

Could this be an entire series? Easily. Will I write it? Probably not. Maybe eventually.

I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (。・∀・)ノ

Reblogs are appreciated!

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My ask is when Daniel returns to his family home after that horrible night, does he tell his parents what happened? Poor sweet omega. I hope his Ma and Pop indulged him with lots of hugs and kisses. Pop is so soft with his Daniele, it warms my heart. I think he'd take the time to be really open with his love, have Daniele curled in his lap like old times as Pop strokes his hair and promises him he's safe and loved. 🥺

[For what it's worth I'm surprised Terry did physically cheat but I don't think it ruins the story. Unfortunately I do not believe any man with power or influence would be 100% faithful to his wife. Terry is a handsome Alpha mob boss in the 1930s right? It's sad but I think it's realistic.]

[Yes, Terry is a very handsome Alpha mob boss in the 1930's and I have heard these kinds of stories over, and over, and over again too.]

As for Daniel: there's some angsty stuff under the cut. Daniel was much better the next morning but this had to happen first:

When he first comes home with the taxi that brought his mother - because he needs the puppies looked after first and foremost - he arrives home to find Michael and his Pop in a vicious fight. Michael comes out of the room and he stops to find Daniel clutching his baby. He wants to move towards him but Daniel turns away, by that time the Don already hot on his heels. The brothers stare at each other until their father turns to Michael with one word.

"Leave."

He's so careful with Daniele - the boy will not let go of his puppy so he herds him away, into the sitting room unto a couch, one arm around his son's shoulder, the other arm shielding the little baby more tightly against his Mama.

Daniel doesn't talk at all through any of it, the Don only shushes the infant.

It's not very long till Vincent and Lisa arrive - the Don shoos his brother away (he really only needed him to see what the situation was), and Lisa very softly takes baby Gianni, cooing to the puppy that'll they'll make him nice and comfortable, auntie Lisa will take care of you, won't she, sweetie? Leaving the two of them alone and only when they're together, bathed in mild sunlight, does Daniele start to cry. But there's no anger there, he is so quiet when he does it, tears years in the making, so much more than one heartbreak pouring out of him. And the Don absolutely knows that he is to blame as much as anyone. So he sits there and bears it, because there are no words.

Daniele falls asleep in his father's arms.

He gets awoken by Lucille, she tells him the puppies are OK, yes, baby, she's seen to that, the three eldest are at school or kindergarten, Robby is at the Kreese's for now, but she knows Betsy too, she's spoken to her, lovely girl, they'll get their dinner all, sh, baby boy, they're OK - and then he just holds her too. He wants to see Gianni, but he's asleep upstairs, come baby, I'll take you up so you can see him. She brings him to his old room and when he sinks down at the travel cot and keep staring at his puppy, she asks him only one, halting question:

"Was it bad?"

And then she holds him as he muffles his screams against her chest, holds him till his tears run dry and she brings him, pale and shaking, to the kitchen, where Lisa's making Mac and Cheese.

Daniel doesn't remember much about the rest of the evening, but his family never forgets.

[silentcrowsilentravens]

Dimitrescu daughters voice lines

Just thought I’d share my list consisting of Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela’s voice lines. Includes the cut stuff : P

Bela

"Such a terrible man-thing!"

"One man-thing? I wonder if it's enough."

"Foolish man-thing."

"Damn you, man-thing!"

"You stupid man-thing!"

"I hate stupid men."

"Impertinent man!"

"Bad boy.”

"All that running... and for what, little man?"

"Don't worry. We'll feed the scraps to the pigs."

"Look at you, squealing like a pig!"

"Skittering and scampering... I don't like a rat."

"I'll slice your throat and stuff it with worms!"

"A warm, bloody shower would be just perfect."

"Oh, I'd love to relax in a nice, hot blood bath."

"Mmm... I want to drown in your blood."

"Warm blood."

"Mmm, man-blood!"

"Blood! Fresh, human blood!"

"I'm sick and tired of women's blood."

"Squeeze the blood out when they're alive, and it's that much sweeter."

"I need blood... Warm, wet, bright red blood!"

"A healthy man's blood... mmm, I can't wait!"

"Just a taste, perhaps..."

"Not bad."

"Ugh... this... thirst...!"

"So very, very parched!"

"Oh, you poor thing! But I must have more..."

"We must save the best parts for last."

"If I don't fix things, we'll never have dinner on time."

"You're tonight's main dish."

"You're to be Mother's meal. Aren't you honored?"

"How would Mother best like her meal prepared?"

"Well, Mother does kill all of the servants..."

"I'm sure Mother will praise me."

"Mother always praises me."

"Mother, he's here!"

"Mother, I bring you fresh prey."

"Yes, Mother."

"Now to go tell Mother I've taken care of you."

"Ugh, must remember to have them clean the dungeon..."

"What a mess."

"I'm always taking care of their mess."

"I can't believe Cassandra caused all this mess."

"Worthless sisters. I have to do everything myself!"

"Can't depend on my sisters. Especially Daniela..."

"Where are those stupid sisters of mine?"

"Cassandra let you escape."

"Mother! Sisters! Come quick, he's here!"

"The eldest daughter bears the burden."

"Hm? Dead already? Must quickly drain the blood, then."

"Now I have to carry you."

"How dare you do this to the House Dimitrescu!"

"How dare you shoot me!"

"You dare wound this face?"

"How could you scar a woman?!"

"How could you!?"

"How dare you bare your teeth at us!"

"Quit your games."

"Don't cause me trouble."

"Fine, fire away."

"How rude."

"How futile."

"Give up yet?"

"Use your mind a little."

"Innocence is bliss."

"Annoying, aren't you?"

"But I am the one who captured him!"

"Do you need tighter chains?"

"What a pitiful face."

"Such a handsome face."

"You still don't get it?"

"Fine."

"You!"

"Aren't you tired? Let me help you."

"No, I must finish this!"

"Hah, caught you!"

"I should have killed you sooner!"

"I should have killed you in the kitchen."

"I'll kill you with my own two hands!"

"Which tools do you prefer?"

"This blade is good enough for the likes of you!"

"Oh no, and I just sharpened these nails!"

"Come here."

"You'll get lost."

"We'll meet again."

"Hmph, fine then..."

"Where are you going?"

"Where are you going, little one?"

"You can't escape."

"I've come for you."

"If I don't do it..."

"I'll be the one! Me! ME!"

"Your bullets cannot harm⁠—"

"I feel no pain!"

"Damn this cold!"

"This can't be!"

"You'll suffer for this!"

"You'll wish you were dead."

"DIE!"

"GIVE UP!"

"BEHAVE!"

"Move your hands!"

"I won't forgive you, you bastard!"

"What?! My body, it's breaking!"

"How could this happen to me?!"

"I'm sick of fighting you!"

"Ugh, not like this!"

"Ugh, I don't believe it!"

"This... is nothing."

"Ugh, it doesn't matter! You won't... leave... alive."

"Mother...! I'm... sorry..."

Cassandra

“Your blood will be the centerpiece for our party.”

“Sometimes I want the first bite, y’know?”

“Hair, skin, nails... I get what’s left.” 

“I won’t last until dinner.”

“Tonight’s dinner’s gonna be fun!”

“Ugh, so thirsty.”

“My throat... It’s so dry.”

“Drink, drink, I need to drink! Now!”

“Mmm, you look delicious!” 

“Trying to work up my appetite, are you?”

“I’ve hunted every beast you can imagine.”

“Good. The more scared you are, the thicker the blood.”

“I can smell your fear!”

“I could smell you.”

“I haven’t cut open a man in a while!”

“What a boring man-thing.”

“Good boy.”

“Stupid man-thing! You’ll die anyway!”

“Shut up, and run like a good little man-thing!”

“Stupid man.”

“Disgusting... man-thing...”

“You’re from the outside, yes?”

“Can’t leave in winter... and it gets so lonely here.”

“This reminds me of deer hunting in spring.”

“I’m watching you.”

“Not a terrible hunt.”

“Play with me some more!”

“I haven’t had this much fun in forever!”

“My blood is pumping.”

“Give me some more of that beautiful voice.”

“When I see your face, I just want to... argh!”

“Let me string you up, slice your jugular, and just watch...”

“Taken alive? Dead? Which would you prefer?”

“So, you like being sliced to bits?!”

“I’ll slice your limbs and feed them to the pigs!”

“You won’t die easy now!”

“You’re going to die here!”

“I’ll mount your head on my wall.”

“You will look wonderful mounted in our hall.”

“Maybe I’ll keep a souvenir.” 

“Dead already?”

“You died in a blink.”

“Hm. I guess I should hold back a little.” 

“You’re finished.”

“Ugh. Really?”

“Ugh...”

“Pitiful.”

“How boring.”

“Too bad.”

“What?!”

“What a pointless struggle!”

“That’s perfect.”

“Not bad.”

“How about this?”

“Wonderful!”

“Woo! Good idea!”

“That won’t do.”

“Hm? And?”

“Like that? Harder?”

“How’s it feel?”

“Rah!”

“Ohh, so scary!”

“Yes. Yes!” 

“Ah, good!”

“Just like that.”

“Ready?”

“Stop!”

“Don’t get cocky!”

“Fine, fine, I get your point!”

“Hm? Did you say something?”

“Hm? Did someone call?”

“I knew you’d be here.”

“Shall I give you the tour?”

“Now then, don’t you have to run?”

“Don’t move now.”

“I’m not done.”

“I haven’t given up yet.”

“I can’t hold back any longer.”

“I’ll try harder next time.”

“Another time...”

“Look forward to what Mother has in store for you.”

“Mother! Mother!”

“Of course, Mother.”

“Mother said stale, but I think you’re delicious.” 

“I need to get a taste in before my sister gets in the way.”

“I’ll just have a little more before I call Bela.”

“Sisters? Come get him!”

“I was worried my sisters had gotten to you first.”

“Daniela says she wants to play with you.”

“Bela never stops complaining.”

“SISTER!”

“You’ve killed Bela, you bastard!”

“It’s fine. Everything’s fine!”

“This is my hunt!”

“Agh! You’ve ruined the hunt!”

“Just DIE!”

“It’s freezing!”

“COLD! SO COLD!”

“Have to get warm!”

“I can’t move!”

“I’ll be back to normal in no time.”

“You’ve done it now!”

“You! What are you doing?!”

“Don’t make me angry!”

“Curse you!”

“Why?!”

“No!”

“No! It’s a lie!”

“My body!”

“I can’t die!”

"You’re done!”

“This... can’t happen...”

“You will not get away! You’re my prey... mine...”

Daniela

“Hey, kiss me?”

“You’re really my type.”

“You’re mine now, darling.”

“You know how to push my buttons.”

“So you finally came to see me? Everyone falls for me in time.”

“I saw you watching me.”

“You wanted to see me? I did too!” 

“Ohh, I wanna eat the cute ones right up.”

“Mmm, bad boy! You can’t go anywhere.”

“We’ll be together.... forever...” 

“Bye-bye.”

“You’d be a part of me forever!”

“You’ll be a part of me. Happy?”

“Are you happy? You’re happy, right?”

“Over here.”

“Now, join me.”

“Come, Ethan. Dance with me.”

“C’mere. I’ll hold you close.”

��Aww, you’re blushing.”

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Oh my.”

“So, you wanna play hide and seek?”

“Let’s have some fun.”

“Mmm, you smell nice.”

“Don’t be coy. You know what I want.”

“Let’s keep this between you and me.”

“Come on, guess what comes next.”

“I can’t wait for dinner.”

“How is our main dish doing?”

“Mmm... blood.”

“I get thirsty. Understand?”

“My throat’s so dry. Let me have a sip.”

“Just a little... Just a taste.”

“I’ll enjoy every last drop.”

“I want all your blood. More than anyone else.”

“That feels good!”

“If you play with me, I’ll let you live in the meantime.” 

“Are you hurt?”

“Don’t be such a bore!”

“I don’t care for this kind of joke.”

“You cheat.”

“Stop that! I just wanna eat you! That’s all!”

“I’ll cut your belly and turn you into my flowerbed!”

“I’m going to stuff you into a press and squeeze you out!”

“Put those arms down!”

“You like more pain?”

"Poor man-thing! No place to run?”

“Poor little man-thing...”

“Do be careful of the house, please!”

“Why, hello.”

“Looking for Rose?”

“E-than! You’re called Ethan, right?”

“Found you.”

“Really? Where are you looking...?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Can I? Don’t mind if I do.”

“Good... Now harder!”

“How wonderful.”

“Oh, keep shooting.”

“Sorry, I’m bored.”

“Try something new?”

“Well done! You’re beautiful.”

“It’s all snow out there. I just hate it.”

“Do you hate me?”

“Agh! Ow, so mean!”

“Look! You’ve put a hole in me!”

“Damn!”

“What did I do?!”

“Ethan! Its’s me!”

“Why are you doing this?!”

“Don’t make me mad!”

“Everyone else was so happy!”

“You really want to kill me?!”

“Don’t you love me?!”

“So you hate me!”

“But I treated you so well! You were just toying with me?!”

“A dream! This is a dream...”

“Apologize and I’ll forgive you!”

“I forgive you. Everybody makes mistakes!”

“This isn’t fair!”

“We’re through!”

“NO!”

“No, my body!”

“It’s so cold.”

“It’s cold, cold, cold!”

“You can’t be serious! Me? Hurt?”

“Why? Why would you do this?!”

“What are you doing?!”

“Argh! You... can’t... Mother... will... kill you...”

“You’ll kill me! I’m telling Mother on you!”

“Mother’s scary.”

“Mother! Hurry, come here quick!”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Then let’s devour his man flesh quickly, Mother!”

“I’ll grow even more beautiful. Just like Mother.”

“Mother loves me the most.”

“Have you met Bela? She’s the smart one.”

“Look at me. If only I could hunt like Cassandra...”

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s a secret. From my sisters.”

“My sisters are terrible. They never have time to play!”

“I... don’t... wanna die...”

[giorno-plays-piano]

Your friendly neighborhood man-serpent

Pairing: naga!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: yandere, dubcon, kidnapping, mind control (kinda).

Words: 2000.

Summary: You definitely had to choose the mountain road over the forest one.

P.S. Again, huge thanks to @navegandoaciegas for giving me the inspiration to write!

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"You chose the wrong path." The creature whispered into your ear as it carried you in his long, pale arms back to the light, away from the cold cave where it cornered you, frightened and frozen, barely feeling your legs in the cold groundwater.

Oh, you knew you chose the wrong path when an enormous naga started chasing you in the forest, his scary green tail big enough to wrap around your body and suffocate you in a couple of minutes. Honestly, you had never even imagined such monster to exist in the first place: you would definitely prefer taking the mountain road despite it being far more difficult than the forest one.

As you kept running away, screaming and crying, pleading the creature not to bite you, he drove you to that nasty cave where you fell into the freezing waters, hurriedly scrambling to your feet before you felt the scales of his tail rubbing against your skin: the creature had already wrapped his tail around you, probably eager to squeeze your poor human body to death and have you for breakfast. When you turned your head and saw its sharp fangs glistening with saliva, you finally cried like a little girl.

"Please, don't bite me." You pleaded in a weak voice as the creature caressed your cheek with its oddly human fingers.

"Just once." It assured you softly, bringing his fangs to the crook of you neck. "It won't hurt too much."

Though you thought with a teeth like this it definitely would, the creature told you the truth: it truly didn't hurt as bad as you had imagined. It was quick, like a shot a healer would give you, and then you felt warmth spreading slowly from the place of the bite. It felt... strangely comfortable when you realized you were calming down despite the horror of the situation. Weren't the venom of a naga supposed to hurt terribly?

"It does hurt." The creature hummed, releazing you from his tail's grip and gently taking you in its arms when you weren't able to stand on your own, too weak from whatever it got into your system. "Not that I actually poisoned you, darling. Of course, since it's the mating season, I wanted to inject some aphrodisiac so you'd be more willing to accept me as your mate, but you were so scared I thought it's better to let you calm down and rest."

Oh. Apparently, you got yourself a pretty compassionate snake friend. Oddly enough, you felt you worries fading away in a matter of a couple of minutes, relaxing in the creature's hands. Was it some sedative he used on you? You thought it was, exhaling loudly and closing your eyes.

As he - it was a male, surely - carried you back to the sunlight, you snuggled against his warm chest, enjoying being carried as if you were a little girl. Mating season, huh? This naga male deemed you attractive enough to have you as his mate despite you being a human. It was definitely flattering, you thought when a man-serpent gently brushed your hair away from your face and smiled at you.

The human part of him was quite handsome, you had to admit - he had shiny brown hair slicked back, a pair of pretty dark eyes, pale skin and lips that were thin, but there was substance to them. Besides, even the snake part, that tail starting from his waistline, wasn't as frightening to you anymore: well, what of it if he was a naga? The world was full of peculiar creatures, and all of them deserved to live despite their scary looks.

"Where are you taking me?" You wondered when you saw him entering another cave, though much smaller one than where you tried to hide before.

"Hot springs." The man-serpent said with a little hiss, licking his lips with ahis long, girthy tongue. "You are totally drenched, precious. This is no good."

How sweet of him, you thought, relaxing in his arms and feeling your heartbeat totally coming back to normal and your body becoming weightless as whatever sedative he injected came to full force.

"Girls shouldn't get into cold waters. It's not good for your health." He kept talking quietly, lowering you to the ground near a little pond filled with warm water and starting to strip you of your drenched clothes. "But don't worry, these springs are very good. They'll keep you nice and warm."

You nodded to him, paying no attention when Peter, that was his name, bared your breasts, caressing them just ever so slightly before taking off your pants torn in the chase. Soon he left you completely naked, though he hadn't tried touching you inappropriately - well, almost. Instead, he got inside the pond and gently tugged you by the arm, making you slip on top of his tail as your body refused to move by itself. When you asked him if you'd always be like that from now on, he laughed at you, saying the effect would fade off soon. In the end, he only wanted you to calm down and relax.

"Is the water good for you?" The man-serpent asked, lowering himself into the pond so much you were now laying on his chest, your body almost fully covered by water.

You hummed with content, a huge serpent's tail in between your legs while you put your head on the man's chest, too. Oh, it was nice and warm, just as he said. You certainly loved this place, enjoying those little noises Peter was making when he started pouring water on the back of your neck, then your head, soaking your hair. Since you couldn't move much, he was willing to help you bathe.

"It's so sweet of you." You murmured, feeling pure bliss when he started scratching your head with his nails, his other hand caressing your back. "Thank you, Peter. You're lovely."

Apparently, nagas could be shy, too, as you watched him getting a little red from your compliment. Instead saying something, he just muttered a few barely audible words and flipped you, your back now laying on his chest while he kept washing your body, now caressing your breasts. His touch was so pleasant you mewled when Peter was rubbing your belly in circular motions, his hands so gentle and soft as if he was a healer, not a creature of the forest.

Inhaling the smell of your damp hair, he then paid attention to your hips, shaking his head disapprovingly when he saw the little scratches and bruises everywhere on your legs. "You're not taking good care of yourself." He said with regret in his voice, and you bit your lower lip, feeling a little guilty. "You're a girl, aren't you? You have to be kind to your body."

"I'm sorry." You murmured and licked your lips when Peter's hand clamped down your pussy, spreading your folds gently. "I didn't know how."

"It's alright. I'll teach you." He exhaled into your ear, making you giggle from the warmth.

He let you sat on his tail again, just so he didn't have to support your body, and then his hands drifted to your lower belly, rubbing your mound, then spreading your pussy wide and caressing it so tenderly as if he were your lover. When you though Peter was going to push his fingers inside a little further, he withdrew them and started touching you hips and thighs instead, washing the dirt and dry blood away.

Shit, you loved his hands. He was so gentle and attentive it made you sob.

"Does it hurt anywhere?" Peter asked with concerned expression when he heard you, but you shook your head instead, a little embarrassed at the noise you made. "Oh, precious little thing, you're so sensitive. Did I make you hurt down there? Did I? I'm so sorry, darling. I know girls are very sensitive over there."

Strangely, you didn't feel shy when he spoke about something so intimate, nor you found odd that a stranger you barely knew was helping you bathe, all naked and completely helpless. Barely noticing how agreeable whatever he injected made you, you simply nodded at him, and Peter promised he will be more careful from now on.

When he touched your lower belly after that, his fingers barely brushing against your skin, you let out a little moan. He was so, so good. How did he know how to touch you, relaxing your strained muscles? As his arms moved to your back, attacking certain points and sensitive areas with his finger pads, you were ready to mewl, enjoying every touch and slowly melting on top of him.

"This feels like heaven." You mumbled with your eyes closed and feeling lightheaded. "Peter, I'm... oohh... so grateful to you. How can I thank you?"

If you opened your eyes and turned your head to face him, you would see him blushing yet sending you a slightly sly look, licking his lips. But you were in pure bliss, listening to the water washing over your relaxed body and unaware of what was on Peter's mind.

"I like kissing. If you want to thank me, maybe you could kiss me?" He asked you innocently enough, batting his long eyelashes at you as you giggled softly, finally turning your face to him.

"Kiss? You're so sweet, Peter. Of course, I"ll kiss you."

But before you leaned over, reaching to his face, he quickly dropped his head to you and claimed your mouth, spreading your lips with his long tongue and sneaking it inside. Swirling it inside your mouth, filling it full, naga licked it's insides, dominating over you and placing his warm hands on your breasts. If only you could gather yourself together and think what he was doing to you, you'd slap his hands away and try to escape, fearing of what the man-serpent could do to you... but your mind was empty when Peter kept kissing you, massaging your breasts tenderly and pinching your nipples.

When you finally thought he could accidentally suffocate you, Peter released you, letting your breathe.

"Can I ask you for one more favor?" He smacked his lips, licking them as he stared at you with his cheeks turning pink. "Please."

"Hmm? Y-yeah."

"Can you make love to me, precious? I know it's a lot to ask, but nobody's been coming to my place for such a long time." He sighed sadly, pressing himself closer to you. "All I want is just to feel somebody's warmth. Believe it or not, you're the only girl I've seen seen for the last couple of years."

He sounded to pitiful, you thought, watching him slowly becoming red with shame as he kept throwing shy glances at you, his lips glistening with salive as he licked them again and again, showing you his forked tongue. Poor little creature, he couldn't enjoy anyone's company for so long! Of course, you had to help him, you decided, thinking of how gentle he was to you all the time, surely knowing how to treat a girl right. Besides, what would you lose from spending some more time with him?

"It's alright, I guess." You slurred in a daze, turning your head to him and feeling him kissing your cheek.

"I'm so happy I met you." Peter murmured, then licking your ear with his long tongue as his hand crawled lower, touching your mound. "It's gonna be alright, I'll prepare both of your holes before, so you won't feel any pain."

"Woah, both?" For a couple of seconds your eyes widened: it appeared Peter was quite a pervert. You had never tried having sex like that before, and your expression turned a little anxious.

"Didn't you know? Oh, I'm so, so sorry." His low whisper made you tremble with want, his fingers already fucking your cunt. "Men of my kind have two dicks, darling. But don't you worry, you'll take both of them just fine."

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[lostonehero]

Uh here is some fluff

Not as long as I planned but it's something

Tw blood in beginning and death

The dead poacher collapsed to the ground, Lucas stood above him panting. There was so much blood everywhere, all the white blankets he hung to clean stained that red color. He had a tooth lodged in his knuckle. "Oh Arecus no, i-i." His breathing quickens and he starts to panic. He doesn't even feel the hands on his shoulder.

Volo saw the entire thing take place, the poachers lured Emmet out to a different location to do Lucas's job, and they descended onto their camp. They thought they killed him, well they didn't. He's just covered in blood and probably pieces of his own organs and flesh. He held onto Lucas's shoulder and the poor kid killed all five of them. "Lucas it's ok, it's over I'm sorry I didn't help." He was nailed by a branch to the ground, he only just pulled himself free.

Lucas couldn't hear him, hell he couldn't even feel the hand on his shoulder. "I'm so stupid, I got sir Volo killed and Emmet was tricked too." He whimpers, shaking as he whimpers in pain. A white hot fire had been lit in his body and it only got worse as he panicked. "You're an idiot Lucas, don't let anyone close, they will be killed just like everyone else."

Volo can feel bones shift as the kid got smaller. Ok Lucas told him he can turn fully into an Eevee, but it was painful so he never did it. He watched Lucas shrink and his voice grow more and more distorted until it was a pokemon cry. The large eevee was hiding in what was once its clothes. Volo ignored the scratches and the flailing as he picked up the pokemon. "Come on, I'm going to set up a hot bath for you. We have a metal tub." He knew Lucas was too gone to hear him but he wanted to help. The blood around everything can wait, they can get new things.

Lucas finally came too in a bath? He was an eevee which was obvious, but how did he get in a bath? He looked up to see Volo? But he was dead and he saw him get impaled, how is he ok? He tries to jump out but his limbs feel heavy and the water is really nice, and the shampoo Volo was rubbing into his fur? It felt nice.

Volo hums and smiles. "There we go, all the blood is out. See, a bath isn't so bad." He places a crown of bubbles on top of Lucas's head. "Now you're the king of bathtime."

Lucas actually laughs but it comes out as a chirp in his eevee form. He spits some water at Volo, and before he can think it's a mistake Volo uses a bucket and drenches him, washing off all the soap bubbles. He shakes the water spraying Volo who only laughs in response.

"Alright alright bathtime is over I get it." Volo laughs, spotting Emmet return. He internally grimaces at himself, he was gross with wet clothes, pieces of his own minced organs, and a lot of blood. "Looks like Lord Emmet is back."

"Volo please clean yourself up before the clothes fuse to you." Emmet smiles softly. "Let me help Lucas."

Volo red face nods running off to the river. Lucas flinched looking back up at Emmet. "Am I in trouble? I didn't know, I'm so sorry I ruined everything and i…" Emmet drenched him again in warm water to stop those thoughts.

"You didn't know, and neither did I. I'm so glad you're safe." Emmet hums softly. "We can make new blankets, and new rugs. Things are replaceable, loved ones are not." He finishes rinsing him off and starts to dry the young man. "I'm impressed you protected the camp and killed all the poachers, but next time let Volo handle it. You've seen him, he can't be killed."

Lucas did see Volo get impaled, but he was perfectly fine, but his clothes were ruined in the same way where he saw him get impaled. He shakes himself off, not ready to return to a human form. "Can I uh can I sleep with you two tonight." He was nervous, but more scared of being left alone. He had questions but he was in a terrible headspace right now and couldn't do that.

Emmet picks him up. "Of course inside the tent isn't destroyed nor bloody." He smiles and moves forward. "Volo always has extra stuff hidden away, so we can use that."

Lucas curls up tighter in the hold. "He's not mad at me?"

"No he is not, he'll be back here soon and join some cuddling." Emmet hums wrapping Lucas in blankets. "Just rest now we both will be here when you wake up."

The tiredness hit him full force, and he could barely keep his eyes open. The anxiety and adrenaline were quickly leaving his system, and sleep took over like a rock sinking in water.

……..

Lucas woke up back in a human form. He must have been so exhausted he didn't feel the pain of turning back did wake him. He looked around the large tent and realized that he slept in, he quickly got dressed with the clothes left for him. He exited the tent and looked around. Everything was cleaned up too. "Good afternoon." He said quietly watching Volo get up and hand him a plate of food. "Oh uh thank you."

"You were out like a light when I got back, are you feeling better? Watching you turn back was fascinating." Volo hums and raises a brow at Lucas's expression. "Uh Lord Emmet is right there, did I upset you?" He lets out a oof as Lucas tackles him into a hug.

"You're not dead." He can feel tears slip from his eyes. "Emmet told me you couldn't die, but I'm just happy you're ok. I thought I was dreaming last night when you were bathing me." Lucas frowns, stepping back picking the food back up, and sees Volo close to tears.

Volo rubs his eyes, calming himself. "Ah yes it's a curse. I wasn't exactly a good person before, but it's been over 400 years since then, and when we, Lord Emmet and I went to summon Arecus to reverse it. It did not go well and Emmet has got the same curse now."

Lucas blinks and looks down. "Can I ask you history questions for my homework?" He internally yells at himself for asking such a dumb question after getting this heavy information, and quickly stuffs his face with the breakfast sandwich.

Volo chuckles. "I mean I guess, I do have gaps in my memory, or I was in a different area. I never left Sinnoh, you know." He smiles. "I'm glad you're doing better, kid."

Lucas swallows and frowns. "Do you call everyone a kid?"

"No, but you are a child Lucas." Volo hears Emmet snicker behind him. "Lord Emmet?"

Emmet smiles and moves behind Volo pulling him into a hug. "You need to word your questions better. Volo doesn't get many social interactions."

Volo red faced. "I-i don't need to, I have my Lord Emmet."

Lucas frowns. "That isn't healthy."

Volo huffs. "Enough you're a child I am perfectly fine."

"You cry when I kiss you." Emmet sighs.

Volo red faced huffed but refuses to leave Emmet's grasp. "So? I love you."

Emmet chuckles. "It's alright you're getting better."

Lucas smiles softly. "You guys are nice, thank you for letting me stay."

[lostandloney]

Poor Dear

Pairing: Heisenberg x Bastille

Rating: Mature for some suggestive content

Part: 1 out of 1

Length: medium

Description: Bastille finds Heisenberg trying to deal with an injury on his own and decides that, no, Karl isnt making things worse by pushing through it. So he decides to pamper the old bugger.

Making his usual rounds through the factory, Bastille hummed to himself. This time around, he was certainly taking his time-- after all Heisenberg hadn't really been around to rush him... which was odd. Normally he would at least be called out over the loud speakers, but there was just nothing.

It did worry him, a lot actually.

Bastille took a deep breath, now actively looking for the man despite his better judgement.

When he did find him, Bastille was startled to see him hunched over his work station. He furrowed his brow. "Boss, are you alright?" He tilted his head.

Karl snapped to attention immediately, whipping around, though it seemed the action wasn't actually a good choice. He winced instantly. " 'm fine, Bast. Get back to work."

Attempting to wave him off- all while still leaning into the shorter lycan's touches- Karl sighed. "Ah a soldat I just created threw a fit after he came to, took me by surprise and knocked me back into the corner of my desk. Still gotta put him down, but he managed to get out of here before I could do so." He huffed in annoyance.

"No, no. We aren't letting this go so easily." Bastille narrowed his golden eyes, stepping closer and softly placing his hand on Karl's lower back, noting the grimace of pain. "What in the world happened?" He frowned, looking up with concern.

Bastille frowned and nodded. "Oh my poor man." He leaned up and kissed the man's bearded jaw, rubbing his back as carefully as possible. "I'll take care of it. For now let me take care you you, hm?"

"I'll never say no to that. What did ya have in mind hm, sweetcheeks?" Karl purred coyly, making a point of squeezing Bastille's rear firmly. "You gonna take me to bed and give me a nice blowjob?"

"Not right away, love, we gotta fix that back of yours up, or at least make it feel better before we have any fun. Wouldn't wanna fuck it up more after all." Bastille pouted playfully. " 'sides, I hear waitin' makes it more enjoyable."

Karl snorted in amusement, shaking his head. "Alright, alright." He hummed. "Lead the way."

Instantly taking the other man's hand in his, fingers lacing automatically, Bastille guided his lover back to the small shack situated next to the factory, the one where they spent all of their time when not working.

Once inside the quaint place, Bastille made quick work of leading Karl into the bathroom that was attached to their bedroom. "You just sit down and rest yourself while I get the bath ready."

"I'm in pain, I dont stink."

Bastille squinted in response. "Well-"

"Oh shut up."

He sighed and shook his head in amusement, kneeling in front of the rather large bathtub and running the water so that it was good and hot, the perfect temperature to ease a body that's aching, but he chose to add some extra things including some lavender scented bath salts. "These should help a little bit at least." Bastille murmured, humming to himself as he did so.

Bastille admittedly loved pampering Heisenberg, he just never got the chance to do so, either they were always too busy, or Bastille was too distracted. "Now let's get those clothes off so I can look at your back and we can get you in the tub-"

Karl stood from where he had placed himself, eyes tightly shut as he did so, trying to ignore the dull ache in his back. "Yeah-"

Smiling weakly, Bastille stepped over, drying his hand on a nearby towel. He carefully started undoing the buttons of Heisenberg's shirt, ignoring how the man was trying to do it himself. "Stop fussing. Let me do this for you." He insisted, pushing the bit of cloth off of him and then moving to remove the rest of the man's clothing, setting them aside.

After he was nude, Karl grumbled to himself, letting Bastille look over the deep bruise over his spine and lower back. "You don't have to make such a big deal over me. In a days time I'll be good as new."

"In the words of the stubborn bastard I'm in love with, "shut yer fuckin hole."

Opening and closing his mouth, Karl stared in disbelief. It wasn't often that Bastille turned his words against him, but damn did he always pick the right moments for it. He silently did as his mate wanted, carefully stepping into the scalding hot water, the warmth feeling like a damn blessing on his back.

Bastille went right on back to humming as he sat down on the floor, making sure Karl laid back and rested himself as comfortably as he could. "My poor thing..." he cooed, pressing kisses across Karl's shoulders and neck as he reached for the bath sponge, lathering it up with some soap. "I'll get you all taken care of my dearest lord."

"You sure know how t' treat a guy." The man murmured thoughtfully, letting Bastille clean his arms and chest and shoulders, just relishing in the feeling of being cleaned, even though he argued and tried to fight his lover, he was more than happy to indulge in the feeling of being just so loved.

Nudging Heisenberg to lean forward, Bastille softly cleaned his back, making sure the wound was taken care of before he let the man settle again. "I just want to make sure you're okay, you know? I worry..." he whispered, frowning a bit. "I know you can heal quickly, and I know you'll be well by tomorrow... but I still worry- don't like seein' you in pain."

Swallowing thickly, Bastille set the sponge aside, wrapping his arms loosely around Karl's shoulders loosely, burying his face in the curve of his neck.

Karl smiled fondly, Bastille always was secretly just a big sap. "You sweet little bugger-" he snickered, shifting just enough so he could detach the darker haired man from himself and drag him right into the tub, clothes and all.

Screeching in surprise, Bastille squirmed a bit to get bsck out. "Hey, hey- what are you doing, I told you to take it easy and relax." He insisted, unable to stop himself from giggling as he spoke.

"Ah shut up." Karl snickered, kissing his mate eagerly and slipping his hands under the mans shirt to slide the soaked fabric off of his smaller form.

Chuckling, Bast grinned and kissed back, only drawing back to let the shirt be removed and tossed aside. "My clothes are gonna take forever to dry." He pretended to complain.

Karl shrugged. "I like you better without them anyway." He winked, tracing his fingers gently over one of the scars he had given Bastille, one that simply said his name. It had been a playful gesture during one of their romps and the man had been very okay with it.

"Pain in me hole..." Bastille muttered, resting his head over his heart and just relaxing for the moment-- even if the feeling of wet slacks wasn't particularly nice. He just didn't want to get up and disrupt the other.

He'd do anything for Karl, even suffer many uncomfortable situations just to see him smile.

[mydearburkhart]

The Amy-verse

(or "if I was in that '70s show" part 4) | previously on The Amy-verse

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from That '70s Show, which is created by Bonnie and Terry Turner and Mark Brazill. I own nothing, except for my original character, Amy Hamilton.

Warning: I'm not fluent in English and this is one of the ways I found to learn on my own. So if you find any mistakes, please let me know :)

1×02

*basement*

Hyde: Does it bother anybody else that these women live in Hooterville?

Eric: Technically, Petticoat Junction is down the track from Hooterville.

Hyde: Okay, does it bother anybody else that these women live down the track from Hooterville?

Donna: It bothers me that they bathe in the town water tank.

Kelso: With the dog.

Jackie: It isn't the drinking water, it is the water for the train.

Donna: It's still three naked women with a dog.

Fez: I want to be the Hooterville dog.

Jackie: Ames, you're awfully quiet. Are you okay?

Amy: Yeah, I was just trying to understand the context of this... scene, then I gave up and spaced out.

Kitty: Coming down... now, don't mind me. I'm just putting some clothes in. Eric, honey, I thought you could wear this on your birthday. It's nice, you look so handsome in it.

Eric: Why would I want to dress nice on my birthday?

Kelso: It's your birthday?

Amy: You don't know when his birthday is?

Kitty: Oh, you never know what's going to happen on your birthday!

Eric: Mom... mom, do not throw a party for me.

Kitty: Oh well, listen to Mr. Popularity. Like I have time to plan you a party. [laughs] Oh, uh... by the way, your sister Laurie is coming home from college for the weekend. No special reason, she just is. [goes upstairs]

Donna: Well, you're getting a party and best of all... it's a surprise!

Amy, to Eric: Your mom sucks at keeping secrets, but she's lovely. You should stop being an ungrateful idiot and appreciate the effort she's putting into this party.

[...]

*driveway*

Amy: So...

Donna: What?

Jackie: What are you gonna get Eric for his birthday?

Donna: I don't know, nothing seems right. I wanna give him something... special.

Amy and Jackie looked at each other, then gasped together: He kissed you!

Donna: Shh!

Amy: Donna, get in the car!

Jackie: Yes, get in the car so we can talk!

[...]

*in the car, Amy is on the back seat with her head between Jackie and Donna*

Jackie: Okay, what happened?

Amy: Tell us everything!

Donna: I'm not gonna talk to you two about this.

Amy and Jackie, at the same time: And who are you gonna talk to?

Amy and Jackie, to each other: Nice!

Donna, watching the boys play in the driveway: Okay! We get home from the Rundgren concert, and I'm sitting in the hood of the car, and I kissed him...

Jackie: French or American?

Amy: Even though everyone knows Brazilians are the best kissers...

Donna: I can't believe I'm talking to you two about this... [looks out of the window and sees them playing again] Okay! So, I lived next door to Eric my entire life and we talk about everything together, we love the same music, we love the Packers and then I kissed him and everything changed. And now I don't know if he's my boyfriend or if he's my best friend. If he's my boyfriend I lose my best friend, If I screw it up I lose my best friend and my boyfriend. Now, I have to give him his gift...

Jackie: Donna, Donna! I solved it. Get him... a scented candle.

Amy: Oh yeah, good idea.

Donna: A scented candle?

Jackie: It's practical and romantic.

Amy and Jackie: Oh, yeah.

[...]

*kitchen*

Amy: Hey, Mrs. Forman.

Kitty: Hello... young lady with an accent.

Amy: It's Amy.

Kitty, laughing: Amy... is there anything I could help you with?

Amy: Actually, I want to offer you my help.

Kitty: You want to help me?

*Amy nods*

Kitty: Oh, well. That's new.

Amy: I noticed that you're busy planning Eric's party and thought you could use some help.

Kitty, laughing: Oh honey, that's very kind of you. But wouldn't you rather spend time with the girls?

Amy: Uh... Jackie went to the mall with Donna to help her find a gift for Eric and I'm... kinda avoiding the mall.*

Kitty, understanding what she meant by that: In that case, I'd appreciate your help. Now, what do you know about American birthday parties?

Amy: Nothing really, but I know a lot about Brazilian birthday parties. See, there's a very popular candy on birthdays called brigadeiro. I can teach you the recipe.**

Kitty: Well, doesn't that sound fancy?

[...]

Kitty: Oh, Amy... this is delicious! [laughs]

Amy: I know!

Kitty: Thank you for helping me today, honey.

Amy: You're welcome, Mrs. Forman.

[...]

*basement*

Eric: Look, I know what you're all doing here.

Kelso: What are you talking about, man? We're just hanging out, like always. Except we're dressed nice, but that doesn't mean anything.

*Amy comes into the basement, wearing a red dress and a black jacket*

Amy: Let's party! [sighs] Why aren't you guys excited? I even wore my favorite dress!

Eric: Because I didn't want a party.

Amy: Oh, stop being such a pain in the ass. It's your birthday! Come on, cheer up a little. [she pulls him into a tight hug and gives him a kiss on the cheek] Happy birthday, Eric!

Amy, looking around: Why are you all staring at me? I'm Latina, I'm a hugger!

Kitty, from the stairs: Hi kids, I need your help with something. Amy, Jackie, Donna, Michael, Steven... young man with an accent, would you give me a hand? Not you Eric!

*everyone but Eric goes upstairs to help her*

Kitty: Everybody's ready? I'll call him.

*back in the basement*

Kitty: Eric, honey! Honey, could you come up here for a second? [goes upstairs again] Shut up, he's coming!

Everybody: Surprise.

[...]

Eric: Cassettes? Great, thanks, Hyde.

Hyde: You're welcome.

Amy: Open mine now.

Eric, opening the present: More cassettes? Wow, thanks, Amy.

Amy: Yeah, I didn't really know what I should give you. I was gonna give you a book, but I couldn't find an English version.*** So I thought, I'll give him some cassettes with Brazilian songs.

Kitty: Ooh, let's put them in the 8-track and play them.

[...]

Eric: Hey... it's a hot shave dispenser.

Kitty: Oh, he won't need that for a long time... a long, long time.

Midge: Of course he will, he's almost like a man.

Kitty: *kinda laughing, kinda crying*

Donna: I got you something...

Amy and Jackie: No!

Jackie: Donna, help me find my purse...

Amy: And I need help to find... my jacket?

Fez: But you are wearing it.

Amy: That's not the point, I'll lose it so Donna can help me find it.

Jackie: Donna, now!

[...]

*kitchen*

Donna: Jackie, you didn't even bring a purse... [sighs and points at Amy] And you have your jacket on.

Amy: Like I said, that's not the point!

Jackie: Duh! You can't give him your present in front of his guy friends.

Donna: I am one of his guy friends.

Amy: But you want to be his girlfriend!

Jackie: Look, Donna. I have put a lot of thought into this gift, please do not wreck this for me.

Donna, sarcastically: I'm sorry, I was being selfish.

Jackie, hugging her: It's okay...

Amy: Jackie, she was being sarcastic.

Jackie, gasping: How rude.

Amy, rolling her eyes: You know what? Go ahead, Donna. Give him a romantic gift in front of his friends, who are a bunch of assholes by the way, and his parents. He'll be embarrassed, you'll be embarrassed and it's more entertaining for us!

Donna: How come you're always right?

Amy: It's a talent of mine, you'll get used to it.

[...]

*the Pinciotti's kitchen*

Bob: Three fours, I need them.

Midge: Bob is very good at Yahtzee.

Kitty, gasping: The liquor cabinet!

Red: It's locked.

Kitty: What if there's an emergency?

Red: They'll call.

Kitty: What if they run out of chips?

Red: They'll starve.

Bob, standing up: I'm gonna fix myself a drink. Red?

Red: No... Kitty needs one.

Kitty: Well, I am just so worried– [motorcycle noise] Oh my lord, Laurie's leaving.

Red: Oh honey, she's in college. She doesn't wanna hang around with them.

Kitty: Well, maybe I should make a call, just in case–

Red, reaching for the phone before her: Kitty... what could happen?

Kitty: What could happen? [pause] Well, plenty could happen. Oh, plenty!

[...]

*fantasy sequence, Forman's living room*

Donna: Now that the adults are gone, we can be as bad as we want!

Jackie: Who wants to give Eric a venereal disease?!

Kelso: Hey, look... coasters!

Hyde: Forget coasters!

Eric: Please fellas, my mom put out coasters for a reason...

Hyde: I think I'm gonna put my drink directly on the furniture, that way it will leave a ring!

Eric: NOOO! Why oh why didn't I begged my mother to stay?

Amy: Oh shut up gringo, have some of my country's exotic food while we listen to samba!

Fez: Quiet you silly Americans, I'm on a long-distance call on your parent's phone.

Eric: But that's immoral.

Fez: Ha, in my country of... wherever it is I am from, I can never tell... morals get in the of a good, dirty time. But first, I need to eat some chips... What? Out of chips? Now I am mad, I must shoot something! [pulls out the gun]

Eric: Not the littlest hobo!

[...]

*Forman's kitchen*

Jackie: Wait on the porch, and I'll get Eric.

Donna: It's dark out there.

Jackie: And you're giving him a candle, yeah?!

Amy, shaking her head: Poor Donna, so young and naive.

Jackie: Here, matches.

Donna: He might not want to light it.

Jackie: Don't say that...

Amy: Don't even think it!

Jackie: Now, when he opens it, he'll say cool... or something. And then, you give him a look... like this. [demonstrates]

Amy: Oh no, honey. Don't do that, it won't shine on you. [to Jackie] Jackie, it's Donna, the same girl who wanted to give Eric his gift in front of everybody.

Donna: I'm right here.

Jackie, shaking her head along with Amy: She's right though, don't do that.

[...]

*living room*

Fez: So, what did you get from Donna?

Eric: Nothing yet.

Kelso: Oh... maybe it's the big gift. You know the really big gift. You guys... know what I'm saying when I say the big gift, right?

Hyde: Yeah, we got it... and we got it.

Fez: I'm not even from here and I got it.

*Amy and Jackie come into the living room*

Jackie: Oh Eric... Donna's on the porch.

Amy: She's waiting for you.

Kelso: He's getting the big gift!

[...]

*Amy, Jackie, Fez, Hyde, and Kelso are spying on Eric and Donna*

Jackie: This is it, he's going for it.

Kelso: Uh-huh, it's his birthday, she should kiss him first.

Jackie: She did the last time.

Fez, Hyde, and Kelso: What?

Amy: Shut up, Jackie.

Jackie: Nothing... shut up and watch.

Hyde: Come on Forman, go for it.

Eric, from outside: The door is open, we can hear you... We can see you!

*everyone hides*

Fez: Is he kissing her?

Hyde: None of us can see them, Fez.

Fez: Eric, are you kissing her?

Amy: Since you can hear me... Donna, I told you not to give him the look, it doesn't shine on you.

*Donna closes the sliding door*

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* I don't know if it's clear, but Amy's family is broke.

** Brigadeiro is a little ball made of chocolate, and it's just THAT good.

*** That's actually true, but the English version of the book I chose was only released in 1988.

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP Meme from Oliver & Company

Now, it's always once upon a time in New York City.

It's a big old bad old tough old town.

Let me have one, please.

Right away, you're making time and making friends

If they pick you out, you're on your way.

Get out there and go and try.

Why does nightfall find you feelin' so alone?

Dreaming is still how the strong survive

Keep your dream alive.

Got to look out and open your eyes,

You're in the fast lane

What's the matter with you? I said get outta here.

I don't eat cats. It's too much fur.

I've been watching you, and I think you're in serious need of some professional guidance.

I'm an expert at these things.

All you gotta do is learn some moves.

This city's got a beat.

When are we gonna get those hot dogs?

I hate to break it to ya, but the dynamic duo is now the dynamic uno.

Our partnership is herewith dissolved.

You're not being fair!

Fairs are for tourists, kid.

Consider it a free lesson in street savoir faire

Hey, wait! I helped you get those! Half of those are mine!

Why should I worry? Why should I care?

I got street savoir faire

You can wear the crown!

Everything goes.

Everything fits.

They love me at the Chelsea, they adore me at the Ritz!

Stop that racket! I'm trying to watch this show.

Shut up, you little rodent.

Come on, let's watch some boxing. I wanna see some action

You think this place is big enough?

What we need is some good quality stuff

Oh, shredded leather.

You insulted my pride! That means death!

It was your turn to get the food today!

You remain our preeminent benefactor.

It was tough. Only I could have done it.

I love a story with food in it.

Enter the opposition.

Gang war! Gang war! Watch out! Here comes a gang war!

Take cover!

It's just a cat.

I followed this dog.

He's lying! He's lying! He's lying! He's lying!

Oh, boy! Dog pile!

Don't let me down!

What do you got?

Let's see what you got.

I was just on my way out.

Actually, I've got something much better than money.

Some luxury items that should make a considerable dent in my debt to you.

Oh, my! You waxed your car, didn't you? Did they use the buffer on it, because I can see myself.

I don't think you grasp the severity of the situation.

Now, I lent you money and I don't see it.

People like you get hurt.

I can't figure out why you'd rather hang around a dump like this when you could be living uptown with a class act like myself.

Isn't it rather dangerous to use one's entire vocabulary in a single sentence?

You bad, man.

Hey, you got something to say to me, fat boy?

Why don't you pick on someone your own size?

Oh, I'm having a bad day!

I like cats. I like to eat 'em.

Your master's calling.

Come on and say it to my face!

How am I ever gonna come up with all that money?

It's hopeless.

That took a lot of guts.

All right. Time for bed. We've got a big day tomorrow.

We've got two days to do or die.

You got a lot to learn. And if you don't learn, you don't eat!

But if you're tough, and always use your head, you'll be right at home, on the street.

When you got talent, everything is free.

You're gonna see how the best survive.

These are streets of gold.

You'll take the town, and you'll take it with style.

You're in charge of electronics.

Hey, but what about me? What do I do?

Ready? Go!

What have I done? Poor thing.

You oughta be ashamed of yourself!

Run along, little fellow. Go on, now. Shoo.

Be a lookout.

I only got one more wire, okay?

Oh, you poor kitty. Here. Let me help you.

Where's the kid?

We can't just take in a stray off the street.

Don't worry, kitty. I'll take care of you.

Your public awaits.

Girl, we've got work to do

Pass me the paint and glue.

Perfect isn't easy

When one knows the world is watching, one does what one must.

See how the breeding shows

Sometimes it's too much for even me!

But when all the world says "Yes", then, who am I to say "no"?

Don't ask a mutt to strut like a showgirl

Perfection becomes me, ne c'est pas?

I'm beauty unleashed!

So classic and classy

They're barking up the wrong tree!

I have your hearts, and you have my pity

Pretty is nice, but still it's just pretty!

I wouldn't go in there if I were you.

What is the meaning of this?

I guess I'll have to handle this myself.

And do you have any idea whose home this is?

Isn't he cute?

What in Heaven's name are we waiting for?

Alas, our beleaguered benefactor bearing the brunt of our futile endeavours.

Cool it!

Our mission begins at daybreak.

I don't hear any practicing.

Oh, you wanna practice too!

We two can be good company.

You and me, just wait and see.

I'll handle that ruffian.

Body slam! Body slam! Oh, come on, you fool! Hit him! Hit him!

Come back here!

Huh, this place looks pretty nice. I mean, how bad off could it be here?

Chagall. Matisse. These are all masterpieces.

Hey, man, if this is torture, chain me to the wall.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down.

Don't come any closer! I knew this would happen one day.

It's not you I'm after.

Not good enough for you?

I mean, do you even know who I am?

GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU LITTLE BUG-EYED CREEP!

Something's not quite right here.

Shh. Quick. Before he comes back. Follow me.

I mean, let's just forget the whole thing.

No, no, you can't do that! You don't understand. The poor dear's so traumatized.

What is going on here?

Hurry. Use the fire escape.

Ooh, I could've danced all night! I could've danced all night!

You were very good.

I was rather good, wasn't I?

You okay, kid?

I have another home now. And someone who loves me.

You're in the gang.

I just wanna go back.

You wanna leave? Fine! There's the door.

You lighten up!

Oh, it's hopeless.

Looks like you're doing all right for yourself

So that's where you've been!

Feel it. That's it. Very good.

This is an airtight plan

I'll even toss in a little extra for your patience.

It's my final offer. Take it or leave it.

I said, push!

No, you don't kill 'im yet.

Did we bring something green and wrinkly to make me happy?

I'm getting your money tonight! It's coming tonight!

Hey, I think there's hope for you yet.

Yeah, you're starting to think big.

It's creepy down here.

I drew a perfectly good map.

A child could read that map.

I didn't do it! I didn't do it! I was framed!

This is a tough neighborhood. You'd better go home.

I came to find my kitty.

You brought a piggy bank.

What kind of a person would steal a poor little kitty?

I'm so scared. I don't know what to do.

I found a little lost kitten.

No! No, wait! You can't do this!

Keep your mouth shut.

Stop! Stop! Time out!

There's gotta be some way in.

Peasants.

Well, it's nice to see that one of you has some manners.

After you, my little croissant

And remember, quiet.

Oh! I broke a nail.

Oh, balderdash.

Freeze!

I don't think you really appreciate the situation. Somebody could get hurt.

You smell that?

It's party time!

Where are those dogs?

I thought I'd never see you again.

What's the occasion? Come to rescue your little friend?

All right! What a woman!

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it's off to work we go

This has all been very entertaining. But the party is over.

Hey, man, you're ugly!

Aah! Save me!

Hey, get off my back, woman! I'm driving!

All right, anybody want some cake?

Murder him! Twist his arm!

The gifts were great.

We'll start with a bath.

You know, you're not so bad for a bug-eyed little creep.

You come back here this minute!

Tell me why should I care

What a delightful scoundrel.

[marvelfangirllll]

All mine

Dean Winchester X Plus size!Reader

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Based off the post above.  (Y/f/c) favorite colour and (y/b/n) your bully's name or a random name.

Bullying trigger warning

I had been out with the girls shopping as I needed some new bras and they were already planning on going to the mall anyway.  I had picked out a few cute ones when they noticed a deal on some sexy lingerie pieces.  I had held up a couple to me in front of the mirror when Charlie and the rest of our friends then convinced me to try my favorite on.

I went to the change rooms and tried on the (y/f/c) one piece that lifted my breasts and flattered my hips and sides and lifted my bottom.  I turned myself around a few times.  I felt like I should be on the cover of a magazine.  "My lord if I wasn't me I'd date someone wearing this.  I then changed back into my clothes and left the change rooms.

"Was everything okay you took so long in there" Jody asked.  "Yeah I was about to go knock to make sure you didn't die" Charlie said.  "I was perfectly fine maybe a little more than perfect my self esteem hasn't really been up this much in a long time.  I'm definitely buying this." I smiled thinking back to how I looked.  I went up to the counter to pay for everything and that's when I noticed who was in line at the other cash.  The girl who bullied me for a long time who made me hate myself more then I could imagine.  Hopefully she doesn't recognize me. 

That's when she walked over to me while I was still waiting.  "Oh my is that you (y/n) (y/l/n)". She squealed and hugged me.  "Yeah it's me just picking up some stuff" I say hoping she'd leave.  She then looked at all the stuff I was getting.  "Cute but that one piece definitely isn't for a cow like you, you'll most likely rip it with your flabby skin, besides even if it does fit who you gonna wear it for?  Yourself... pathetic.  You probably don't even have a boyfriend and if you do than he's probably also a fat lazy pig".  This bitch was getting on my nerves and I tried my hardest not to cry.  "I'll have you know that I don't care what you think and that you certainly have not changed.  I do have a boyfriend and he is the sexiest man that I know and he loves me to pieces." I say glaring at her.  "Yeah and he's probably made up like the rest of your "boyfriends" (y/n)" she says putting boyfriend in finger quotations.  "I do thank you very much".  I said sassy. I then pulled up a picture of Dean and I together.  "That's your boyfriend, I know him he came to my bar one night and we screwed like crazy, the guy said that that he hadn't been laid like that in a long time.  I guess your terrible in bed then (y/n) and best regards to Poor Dean" she said and gave me her number "here for when he wants the best sex of his life again".  That's when I bought my bras but left the one piece behind and ran outside the mall.  Truth is we haven't had sex.

Charlie and Jody noticed (Y/n) had ran off and looked over to (y/b/n).  Jody then walked over to her "excuse me ma'am your under arrest for verbal assault". (y/b/n) tried to fight out of it "It was a joke I know that girl from our past, we're really close I swear" she tried to get free and get at Jody.  "Do you want to add assaulting a officer to the list" Jody says.  "No Sheriff" (y/b/n) relaxed and went down to the station with Jody.

When I was outside that's when I felt an a arm go around me.  "Hey, don't worry about bitches like her, your sexy and you and I know that Dean loves you.  If he didn't then I'd slay him like a dragon.  Charlie says and gives me a hug.  She then hands me a bag from the store we were at.  "Merry Christmas in July".  I then look in the bag to see the one piece I loved.  "I don't think Dean would ever cheat on you...also she's gone down to the station" she laughs.  "Jody?" I question.  Charlie nods with a smirk.  "No she didn't? Omg I thank you both so much your the best girlfriends I could ask for" I jump with Joy.

I head home after I took the girls out for lunch as thanks.  I decide to have a me day for the rest of the day as the boy's weren't in the bunker.  I decided to have a nice hot bath with a bath bomb and some bubbles.  I had a facemask on my face.  "As hectic as it may be I think I actually love my life" I say to myself. 

After my self care I decide to put on some comfy clothes and decide to bake.  I look at the things in the cupboard and decide to make a Carmel Pecan pie.

The pie had finished and I decided to put it aside to cool and put on a movie.  When my movie had finished I decided to go check on the pie and noticed it had left the location I had put it and went on a pie hunt.

I then found it still in one piece no slices gone and go to grab it when I feel muscular arms wrap around my waist.  "I'm back princess thanks for the pie" Dean says and then turns me around and kisses me.  "Who says the pie is yours?  It's for after dinner Dean and if you try to touch it before dinner then your gonna be in trouble" I then stick my tongue out at him.  "Anything you say babe" he then goes to make dinner.

I go to my room and put on the one piece that was bought and put it back on and looked at myself in my rooms mirror.  "I really do look sexy" I whisper to myself.  Then (y/b/n) comments start to come back and you feel some tears start to slip.  Thankfully I didn't have to think on it long as Dean called for Sam and I because dinner was ready.  I quickly try to grab some clothes and trip over my own feet.  I gotta get up and change. I push myself up and try to get dressed as quickly as possible but unfortunately things don't like to work out.  Dean walks into my room.

"I called for" Dean stops himself and looks me up and down the one-piece still on.  "Forgot dinner and Pie I think I found my full meal" Dean says flirtatiously.  " I quickly and finally throw clothes on overtop of the one piece.  "Let's just go eat dinner" I say not realizing it was quick and not my usual tone.  "Hey baby girl you alright?  I try to walk past him but he stops me.  "Yes I'm fine" he looks at me weird and walks us to sit on my bed.  "He wraps his arm around me and rubs my back soothingly.  "Do I not please you enough" I say and breakdown.  "Yeah sweetheart of course you do... what's all this about" he says cuddling into me.  "Its just we've never had sex and I feel so gross with myself and I bought the piece to feel sexy and to please you that my body isn't fat and bad" I cry and keep rambling.  "Baby girl your gorgeous, don't you ever say such things, whenever you wear something a bit revealing I'm always checking you out, even when you aren't I have to stop myself from always holding on.  "I'm so sorry for crying just a had a rough day, the bitch who used to bully me was there and she was saying stuff to get in my head and that she knew you and she said that she was the best fuck in your life" I continue to sob.  I then pull up a picture of (y/b/n) with shaky hands.  "Yeah I know her I helped her out because her fiance was really a vampire and it had been a long time since I had been laid while on the road...but that was years ago before I met you, I'm so glad that Chuck created you I never wanna leave you" Dean says and kisses me "how about we hang out in one of our rooms and I'll go get the food and bring it here and we can watch game of thrones re-runs" he kissed me again then went off.

I set up the tv and my bed with comfy blankets and got in and Dean brought dinner and the pie I had made.  He then climbed in cuddling with me and cuddles with me as I'm the "comfiest pillow ever" .  "We don't ever have to do anything you don't want to do right now baby girl" he says then feeds me some pie and shoves some in his mouth too.  I love this man and how good to me he is.

[nad-zeta]

Hello, can I rq a matchup? i'm 5'9, slender but pretty strong, cancer, INFJ, I am always very calm but blush easily, always quiet until my patience runs out. I like to cook(I'm chef-patissiere), I never let anyone see me cry or they see me sad. I love music and I take direct action when something seems unfair even if it hurts me and I say " i'm sorry" a lot, the mom friend(I made coffee when they are drunk, help them with cleaning things like that. Thank you ❤❤

Hi hi love! ❤Thank you so much for the request! 🙌🔥🌻😊Sorry for taking soooo long to get this to ya!🌻🔥 I hope you enjoy it and I hope you have a super good day! ❤❤🔥

So I match you with............... Hideyoshi

The first time he met you, he 100% distrusts you. Why you may ask, well it all started when you legit almost hit Nobunaga in the face. 

You had just arrived in Azuchi and to say you were exhausted would be an understatement. You had just finished working a 16-hour shift and you were running on 2 hours of sleep when the wormhole decided to open up and toss you back in time, on your way back home from the fine-dining restaurant you worked at. Even through your exhaustion and aching feet, you still managed to carry a man twice your size out of a burning building. Run through the forest almost plummeting to your death, before Masamune swept you off your feet to take you back to the castle. 

You were exhausted, and every muscle in your body ached, and all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep. Your patience with the men who had dragged you to the castle was wearing thin. You were usually quiet and slightly reserved, but when Nobunaga grabbed hold of your chin to look him in his eyes, you simply cracked. 

You knew how to handle men, as despite the stereotypes of a woman belonging in the kitchen, it was very much a mans world out there, and you had worked hard as a pastry chef under a very difficult executive chef. You looked Nobunaga square in the eyes and gave him a piece of your mind while slapping his hand away from your face. An act which caused Hideyoshi to go on a rampage. The second he saw you raise your voice at Nobunaga and smack his hand away, he saw red. The rest of the warlords sat in the back of the council room, snickering at the new defiant princess. Hideyoshi then drew his sword and had it at your throat in seconds, if looks could kill then you would be dead ten times over. Luckily for you, Nobunaga chuckled at the entertaining now fireball princess and told Hideyoshi to calm down. 

After a very long boring council, Mitsunari led you to your room. It was honestly a miracle you made it to your room as you were swaying on your sore feet and struggled to keep your eyes open. The second you saw the futon you collapsed onto it and passed out. Mitsunari stood in your doorway shook, you must have been incredibly tired if you didn't even bother changing into more comfortable clothes before sleeping. 

Hideyoshi stomped his way down the hallway to give you one more piece of his mind, and to make it clear that if he found any evidence of you being an assassin, he wouldn't hesitate to cut you down. He saw Mitsunari standing in your doorway looking into your room with a glint of concern in his eyes. He then rounded the corner into your room, and before he could say anything, his gaze fell onto your exhausting form sprawled out on the futon. He walked into the room, and his mother hen mode overrode he must protect Nobunga mode, the second he saw those dark rings under your eyes. He, against his better judgement, tucked you in and made his way back to his manor with Mitsunari

You woke up 2 days later feeling refreshed and ready for life again. You honestly couldn't remember the last time you had slept in, it was true what they said, the hospitality industry was not for wimps. You looked around the room, and the memories of the events from the past few days came flooding back. You signed in disappointment wishing that it had all just been a big dream but alas. You got up and after a nice hot bath changed into some fresh clothes. Just as you were about to leave your room to explore your new surroundings, Masamune walked into your room. His good eye widened in surprise to see the sleeping princess had awakened. He gave you his tiger-like smile and invited you to breakfast with him and the troublesome Mitsus.

In the days to follow, you made quick friends with all the warlords', thanks to your hard work. You helped out any and all castle staff in need. They absolutely adored you and loved your hard work ethic and diligence. However, Hideyoshi still didn't trust you, although that all changed one day. 

You were walking down the hallway helping Mitsuhide carry his books back to the library when all of a sudden, a young feminine looking man came running up to you and hid behind you. A group of soldiers had been chasing him intending to end his life. They had told you to hand over the traitor so they could punish him for his crimes. That's when you found out that they were going to kill him for frighteningly running away from the fires, the night you had saved Nobu's life. You honestly felt like death was the most unfair punishment of all time and decided to stand your ground against the men. All while unbeknown to you, Hideyoshi had watched the whole scene unfold from the doorway. Before the soldiers could hurt you or Ranmaru, Hideyoshi stepped in to protect the two of you. He then told you that he would deal with you later and took Ranmaru up to meet with Nobunga to decide his fate. 

That night you expected Hideyoshi to scold or kill you for protecting to poor man, but instead, he came to apologise bowing his head down low to you. Honestly, you were feeling awkward, so you decided to propose a restart, which Hideyoshi gladly accepted. As a token of your new-found friendship, Hideyoshi made the two of you tea and the rest of the evening was spent chatting away with the man. It was honestly so strange as he went from a scary prison warden to a loving big brother. Also now that you were really looking at him, you could see why the woman would line up at the castle gates daily to greet him, he definitely didn't have a shortage in natural charisma.

The next day you headed over to Hideyoshi's manor for lunch as he still felt horrible for how he had treated you and wanted to do everything in his power to apologise, plus someone had to make sure Mitsunari was fed. You walked into his manor and was instantly surrounded by panicking maids and the smell of something burning. You made your way to the kitchen to see a charcoaled bread and a very disappointed Mitsunari. You walked closer and saw that Hideyoshi was rubbing his temples, trying to calm himself down. When you curiously asked him what was going on, he said that Mitusnari was so excited that you were coming to visit that he wanted to make you some fresh bread. You couldn't help but burst out laughing, that was just like the sweet angel. "Honestly Hideyoshi, its not such a train smash, if I had a coin for every time I had messed up making bread I would be rich!" you offered him and Mitsunari a gentle, reassuring smile. You then gave Hideyoshis hand a reassuring squeeze and offered to help remake some of the food that had also had been burnt during the fiasco. 

Hideyoshi watched you cook in awe, your skills and technique were flawless. "Just where did you learn to cook like that." You beamed up at the man, "I wouldn't be a very good chef if I didn't know how to do the basics." That afternoon as the three of you sat and dined together, your heart filled with joy at the happy faces sitting around the table enjoying your food. In fact, Hideyoshi loved it so much he actually asked you to give him some cooking lessons. Since that they the two of you had been spending more and more time together cooking for all your friends together and chatting over tea.

You had come to low key fall hard for Hideyoshi and the two of you spent more and more time together. You had this tendency to always say "I'm sorry," which Hidemana couldn't stand for. If anyone had to apologise, it would be him for the way he treated you when he first met you. You would usually also apologise over the smallest matter. He would usually refer to it is as the s-word. "Hey, how many time have I told you not to say the s-word, besides there is one word I would much prefer to hear and it starts with a T." You had accidentally tripped, and as you fell down, you pulled Hideyoshi down with you, and you both went tumbling down onto the market's floor. You were now on top of him apologising profusely. "well, it seems pretty weird to say thank you for breaking my fall." At that, Hideyoshi simply moved your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear while smiling ear to ear, "It's not weird, and you are welcome."

The night Hideyoshi told you just how madly in love he had fallen for you was the night of a big banquet celebrating the Oda's victory in the past battle. Drinks and conversation were flowing, and everyone was having a good time. You had managed to impress the great Nobunaga with your pastry skills, as the devil king was munching down on the confectionaries you had made for the banquet with a satisfied smile. Hideyoshi had already early on in the evening cut him off from his precious sugar. But then like an angel from heaven, you appeared carrying a tray of decadent sweet confectionaries and his boyish pout turned into an excited smirk. By the end of the banquet, half the warlords had been past out or retired for the night. Staying true to your inner mom friend, you decided to help Hideyoshi clean up the mess. Once the banquet hall was cleaned, you and Hideyoshi decided to toast a job well done with the last of the alcohol. 

That apparently was all it took for Hideyoshi to get from slightly tipsy to drunk, so you decided to walk him to one of the open rooms. You were surprised at how chatty he was being, giving you his brutal, blunt, honest opinions. As you helped him make his way to the room, he had said something which made you stop in your tracks and look up at him. He had told you that he was in love with you and that he had been since the day you helped him save the burnt lunch.

The next morning you walked to Hideyoshi room to hand him your famous hangover cure. You had to smile at the irony of the mother hen being mothered. That is when he told you once more that he loved you and that last night confession wasn't just one of a drunk man. And that my dear friend is how you and Hideyoshi got together

Your cooking was such a big hit at the banquets that you actually started working with the castle kitchen staff as the warlord's personal chef. Nobunga loved to come to you whenever he needed a sugar fix. Honestly, in his eyes, you were the best cook in all of  Azuchi and he absolutely loved the sweets you made. Plus you would give him the sugary treats on the down-low so that both of you could avoid the hour lecture session from Hideyoshi. 

Hideyoshi knew you loved music, so you best be sure this mother hen will track down any and all bands that interest you and take you to see their shows. Nothing makes him happier than seeing that beautiful smile on your face. Speaking of beautiful facial expressions, this man is a bit of a lady killer, so you best be sure he is going to complement the love of his life, with tons of endearments and words of adoration just to see that beautiful blush bloom across your face.

He also knows you don't like it when others see you sad or crying so whenever he sees you getting upset, he will be by your side in a second, creating a distraction to give you an exit route. He will then go and find you after, to make sure you are alright. He will usually take you into his arms and nuzzle his nose into your neck while rubbing soothing circles on your back as you tell him everything that has upset you. He knows you hate it when people see you cry so If you are feeling especially vulnerable this boi will let you hide your face in his chest as you cry it out, cause let's face it there is no way mama bird is ganna let you cry on your own.

This man is absolutely head over heels for you and adores everything about you, from your calm demeanour to your willingness to take action against inequity. 

He will legit dote on you from the second you wake up in the morning to when your head hits the pillow to sleep. He loves to come up behind you whenever you are busy cooking and just wrap you in a warm hug and kiss your cheek before he heads off to his next meeting. 

Often the two of you cuties can be found cooking together for the two troublesome Mitsus or cuddled in each other's arms while enjoying a quiet evening in. These peaceful moments are most definitely filled with the sweetest of kisses and words exchanged between the two of you.

Other potential matches......................... Shingen 

 I hope you enjoyed this dear and I hope you have a super good day! ❤🌻🔥

[one-piece-dumpster-fire]

Aaa mom ;w; I'm not having a very good time atm and i'm struggling quite a bit with everything. Could i maybe ask for a scenario of Ace comforting his upset/crying S/O? with lots of fluffy goodness? thank you so so much in advance

my poor baby, mama is sorry that everything is taking so long! I’m a really horrible mother ;___;

Ace scenario- There for you

‘There are days like this, and dayslike that’- is what you would often tell yourself during a bad day,and somehow it managed to give you a bit of hope since it clearlyimplied that good days will come to you eventually. However, that wasgetting increasingly hard to believe lately….

„Oh dear… oh no….“ a frustratedand upset whimper left your lips as a foul scent suddenly hit yournose, and your feet quickly carried you over to the oven standing a few feet away, and in whichthe dinner you had prepared for your boyfriend was now burning like alittle campfire. „No.. no no no noooo!“ another cry escaped fromyou as you quickly turned off the heat and pulled some mittens overyour hands before opening the oven and quickly getting out what wassupposed to be a nice and juicy ham, but now it looked and smelledmore like a large piece of charcoal…

With your eyes shut tight and lipstrembling in frustration you dropped the plate with the burnt foodinto the sink, before leaning against the wall and slowly sinking tothe ground.

What were you doing wrong? Why waseverything so difficult lately?

It was supposed to be a joyful day; Acewas finally returning home from a long trip with his crew and youwanted to suprise him by making everything perfect, but… nothing,and I mean nothing, worked out like you had intended!

You wanted to prepare a soothing bathfor him so he could relax- but somehow the drain must have gottenclogged and you accidentally flooded the entire bathroom.

You wanted to clean his clothes so hewould have a fresh and new set to choose from upon his return- butwhile hanging it up outside to dry, a bunch of hungry beavers attacked and torethrough the fabric, thus leaving you with nothing but a fewsnippets…

You wanted to cook him dinner- but nowthe main dish was as black and burnt as your hope that today wouldsomehow turn out to be good.

And the worst part was that you wouldhave to start dinner preparations all over again, which meant thatthere would be no time left for you to freshen up and make yourselflook pretty! Ace could come home any moment now, and surely he wouldbe absolutely disappointed to find out that his- well, and your- homewas a complete mess and that you didn’t even manage to preparesomething to eat!

Tears began to well up in your eyes,and with a final sob you got back up only to run out of the kitchenand into the bedroom, where you promptly threw yourself onto thesheets. No, no matter what you would do, it would only make thingsworse. And you didn’t have the energy to keep on trying either. Justlike the past few days, this one proved to be a complete let down aswell….

A few minutes later, your head was nowburied in a pillow and the fluffy fabric was successfully mufflingyour cries and sobs, so you didn’t hear how the front door unlockedand Ace quickly entered your little house with a bright grin on hisface. Although being seperated from you for so long never sat rightwith him, it was a necessarity since he was now a commander of theWhitebeard Pirates and took his position very serious. That howevernever changed the way he felt for you, and although the two of youwere apart from each other more often than you were actually together, Acealways made sure to let you know just how badly he was missing you while sailing with his crew, and today would be no exception.He sloppily carried his bag on his left shoulder while holding alittle box in his right hand, and upon looking down at the littlegift his goofy grin only grew wider. You were going to love what hebrought you from this latest trip, it was something personal and areally good representation of his undying love for you… His grinhowever faltered a bit as an odd stench suddenly attacked his nose,which caused the freckled man to furrow his brows and put a hand overhis mouth in confusion. What the hell was that…? Poison gas? Didsomeone attack you while he was gone?! Within mere seconds flamesbegan to surround his figure and the hot fire was licking over his skin as Ace bolted forward and right into the kitchen where that foul smellcame from. His hand was already raised to signal that he was ready toattack and punish whoever decided to try and hurt you, but much tohis suprise… there was no one there.

„Huuuuuuh? (Y/N)?“ he muttered asthe flames around him began to die down, and with a tilt of his headhe walked over to the sink, where a small trail of smoke seemed tocome from. His confusion only grew as he finally found the source ofthat disgusting smell- a burnt piece of what he assumed to be meat orcheese- and Ace carefully lifted a finger to scratch his head whileletting his bag drop to the floor with a loud thump. What the hellwas going on? And where were you? Usually you would always be rightat the door, ready to jump into his arms as soon as he returned(which once even lead to a somewhat embarrassing moment where you accidentally leaped into Marco’s arms instead, who had accompanied Ace on hisway back home).

A loud sigh left Ace’s mouth as herubbed his chin for a moment before a sudden noise made his ears perkup. It clearly came from the bedroom and sounded like… youmoaning?! Okay, what in the hell was happening here???? Are you…would you…. no, no, that can’t be it.

With a quick shook of his head Acebanned those terrible and distrustful thoughts from his head, but hisfeet still carried him over to the door leading to your sharedbedroom, his curiosity and anticipation at its highest. By now he hadrealized that those little noises weren’t actually your moans;although it’s been a long time he could never forget what they soundlike; but instead it sounded more like upset sobbing and hiccupping? His eyesimmediately widened as he realized that you were indeed crying at theother side of the door, and with a quick yet silent movement heopened the door and slowly stepped into the bedroom.

And what he saw immediately felt likesomeone ripped into his chest and squeezed his heart uncomfortably.There you were, his beloved, little angel, your face hidden from viewand pressed against a pillow, and your body was shaking because of yourcrying.

Although that sight alone devastatedhim, especially since it had been so long since the two of you lastgot to see each other and he was hoping that you would be as excitedand happy as usual, Ace was determined to find out about the cause ofyour sadness.

As if he was walking on tiptoes, theyoung man made his way over to your side of the bed, where hepromptly sat down and leaned over, without uttering a single word. Out ofinstinct Ace reached out with one of his hands and carefully pat yourhair in a soothing manner, which immediately caused you to lift yourhead and stare at him with horror. Tears were blurring your visionbut you would recognize the frame of your boyfriend anywhere, andwith a loud hiccup you scooted over, and away from him.

„A-Ace…. you’re home…“ was allthat you managed to bring out, and your eyes immediately searchedaround the room in a desperate attempt to avoid looking at him. Theblush that had formed on your cheeks only darkened as an embarrassingand humiliated feeling began to stir up in the pit of your stomach,you didn’t want him to see you like this.

„Yeah, (Y/N). I’m back.“ the youngman simply replied, his words laced with hurt and worry since youdidn’t look his way, and for a moment he wondered if he had donesomething wrong. His mind was swirling as Ace thought about the bestand most sensible way to ask you about what was going on, but ablunt „what’s wrong?“ was what ultimately left his mouth. Thoughhe didn’t intend for it to sound so blunt and direct, Ace was worried and wantedto know exactly what it was that caused your sadness.

Your eyes roamed around once more, thistime catching and holding his gaze for a brief moment, before youlooked down again and focussed on your hands instead.

„I…. I’m sorry…“ you sobbed andwiped over your nose with a hand to get rid of the snot that wasmixing with the tears, „I ruined everything! I… I wanted thingsto be perfect, but… but…“ a sudden cry escaped from your throatas you grabbed the pillow once more and pressed it against your faceas hard as possible. Oh you just wanted to disappear. Wished you wereanywhere but here with him.

Although there still was clearconfusion written on his face, Ace now crawled over to be directlyacross from you, and with his free arm he quickly pulled you againsthis chest and grabbed the pillow before throwing it to the side and placing a kiss to the top ofyour head while gently running a hand through your hair.

„Sh, hey, hey. It’s okay (Y/N), I’mhere for you now…. I… uhm, what exactly was it that you…'ruined?“ he asked in a low voice, his lips still pressed to thetop of your head while his hand now began to run soothing circles onyour back. The feeling of his bare chest against your face and theheat of his body immediately caused you to feel a bit better, afterall you’ve missed this dearly and having him back felt so good,but…

„The bathroom, the clothes, thedinner, the everything! I wanted to do so many special things, butthose last few days… they were terrible!“ you could feel yourbottom lip tremble again as another tear ran down your cheek, butyour immense sadness was starting to calm down a bit as you told yourboyfriend about what was on your mind, and sharing your problems feltunusually relieving…

Ace paused for a moment to think aboutwhat you’ve just said, the gears in his head were clearly turning,and then realization finally struck. That burnt… thing in thesink… was that the dinner you had planned? Slowly but surely hemanaged to wrap his mind around what was going on, and hearing yousay how hard those past few days were now made him feel bad since hewasn’t there for you…

„I see… but… (Y/N), there is noreason to get upset because of trivial things like that,“ Ace exclaimed in response, his voice now a bit more chipper in hopes that it mightcheer you up, „I’m thankful that you thought of me and tried tomake things special for today. But, the only thing I need when I comeback home… is to see your smile.“ he then whispered and gentlygrabbed a hold of your chin with his hand, so he could tilt itupwards and you could finally look him in the eyes.

„It’s the one thing I dream of everynight when we are apart. The one thing I always look forward to.Hell, you could have burned down the whole place and I couldn’t careless, just as long as I get to see you smile and happy…“

his words made your heart skip a beat,your eyes were starting to dry as his gentle touch almost caused youto melt, and you finally realized why it was that your past days wereso miserable… If he was here with you, shooting that goofy grinyour way when you flooded the bathroom or laughing as the beavers ranaway with his clothes, then things wouldn’t have escalated likethis… yes, oh you just missed him so much… another sob left yourmouth as Ace gently leaned down, a small smile grazing his lips as hepressed a careful kiss to your cheek.

„I also got something for you, and maybethis will cheer you up a bit…“ he then hummed as a small blushbegan to spread on his cheeks and he held out the box that was in hishand the entire time. Curiosity began to take over as you musteredthe little package, and upon tearing away the paper a loud gaspescaped from you as your eyes began to widen. It was a goldenpendant, with both your and Ace’s name engraved on it, and a largeheart adorned with rubies connected your names. It was… it was so cheesy,so adorable, so…. Ace.

„Uhm, I payed for it! I really didthis time, it’s not stolen or anything!“ he quickly added andlooked to the side as his blush only grew deeper, and a moment later youfinally threw yourself forward and against his chest, causing him tofall on his back with you lying on top of him. A small smile grazedyour lips as you wiped away one last tear and looked down at your boyfriendwith a loving gaze.

Ace quickly replied to your smile witha big, goofy grin as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulledyou down once again, so you were resting on top of his chest.

„I love you, Ace. And I missedthis… so, so much.“ was all you managed to whisper, but it wasenough to make him press a dozen of quick pecks against yourforehead, cheeks, and finally lips, making you giggle like a little child inthe process.

„Me too! (Y/N), I… I just wish Icould stay like this, with you. Forev-“ suddenly Ace’s heartfeltconfession was interrupted by the loud gurgling of his stomach,which promptly caused a red hue of embarrassment to appear on hischeeks. For a moment it was silent in the bedroom, but then youerupted in loud laughter and lord you were so beautiful when youlaughed, so just a moment later Ace joined in as well. 

It was good to beback. It was good to be there for you.

[kiiiimberlyriiiicker1995]

Roadie

I want to thank the lovely @pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles she helped me so much with this story and fine tuning it also she has become such a great friend so as I am posting this if everyone can go check out her stories God Is A Woman or Girls Talk Boys that’d be wonderful they’re awesome stories who deserve to be seen.

Ashton didn’t know how it had ended up like this. In the beginning, he was happy ready to take on anything this lifestyle threw at him, but after 2 years of living in Los Angeles he found himself feeling lost and empty. If it wasn’t someone’s birthday party, it was a club opening or any excuse to party really. Another night with another random girl who’s name he’d already forgotten, he could never shake the dreadful feeling of loneliness. He knew why he was unhappy but didn’t know how to fix it.

It helped a bit to try and run away from his problems, at least physically. His feet pounding out a rhythm on pavement, getting lost in his thoughts, drowning out with whatever music was on shuffle on his phone. He drove out to Runyon Canyon Park and slipped his earbuds in and took off. He got lost in the music a bit too seriously and ended up in a part of the trail that was unfamiliar to him. Now he had to find his way out of the woods with only his car keys and no phone service. He was cursing at himself for being so stupid. So he closed his eyes, breathing deeply and counting to ten, trying to regain his focus. He ran his fingers through his unruly brown curls when he heard a faint noise behind him that sounded like whining. Trying not to get even more lost he went to follow the noise. The only problem was every time he would get closer it would sound like something was running from him.

After about 15 minutes of chasing he sees a clearing ahead and beyond the the familiar trail he had wandered off of. Looking back he sees a very dirty and very malnourished beagle puppy slowly edging his way towards him. Leaning on one knee he carefully reaches his hand out to the little pup. When his head was about an inch away from his hand he lifted his face into Ashton’s palm. The puppy was in an awful state, and Ashton didn’t really know much about dogs. They were going on tour in a couple weeks so there’s no way he could take on this kind of responsibility. Looking down at literal puppy dog eyes was just too much for him to take, he picked the little guy up and as soon as he got in the car he called Calum to ask what vet he took Duke to and Calum told him the address and said he’d meet them there. Once Ashton pulls into the parking lot he sees Calum smoking a cigarette by his all black Range Rover.

Once they get inside the building and signed in Ashton can finally take a good look at what the puppy looks like. The dog is white with light and dark brown spots from what Ashton could tell he has little to no hair and is skin and bones. Calum looks at Ashton and says “ what are you going to do with him?” Ashton looks at Calum and replies “ I’m going to see what the vet says and go from there” . The vet walks out calls out “Mr.Irwin” they follow her to the back and then she starts her examination she could tell that the poor little guy has a skin infection that can be cleared with skin ointment. But she also told Ashton that because the handsome pup is so skinny he’ll have to eat twice a day and give him special vitamins through food. Once they left the veterinarian's office Ashton started thinking about how to take care of a dog but at the moment when he pulled into the petsmart to get everything a puppy would need the thought of if he should keep him was still on his mind.

Once they were home Ashton set up everything for the dirty pup to get a bath, a towel, the special shampoo,one of Ashton’s favorite bandanas, a black and white one that says 5 Seconds Of Summer on it,and a small cup to rinse off the dirt and mud. He began to lather his hands with the shampoo and rub it into the dogs skin while he was checking everything over looking for any hot spots.

Once Ashton deemed the puppy clean he got the towel he bought in with him and got him out of the tub and started to dry him off. After Ashton dried him off and the pup rubbed himself all over the carpet, he put the cream and his bandana on his foster dog before deciding to go to bed. While he was changing into a clean pair of boxer briefs he could feel eyes on him so he looked behind him and saw the little puppy waiting patiently in the doorway of his room. Ashton scratched the dog on his head and told him good night and got tucked in himself and turned off all the lights. Just as he was drifting off he felt the puppy squeezing into his arms to feel his warmth.

Flash forward two weeks and he'd named the brown and black spotted pup Roadie, and gotten the dog a collar with a name tag even though he keeps the bandana around his neck. Roadie had made significant improvement, his skin was clearing up enough that he’s not itching so badly anymore. Anytime Ashton is tired or just lounging around Roadie climbs on top of Ashton’s chest and sighs in contentment. He’ll also follow Ashton into his music room and bounce around barking to the beat of his drumming. Ashton takes him running with him at Runyon Canyon He finds himself staying home most nights not feeling the need to drink the night away or lose himself in another pretty face.

Their tour manager, Donna, isn't happy when Ashton informs her he's bringing Roadie on the bus with them. Ashton can't stand the thought of being without his little guy, and, as he explains, Roadie is still on a special diet and will need all the attention he can get. The day came to get loaded onto the bus so Ashton made sure he had everything for Roadie a leash, ointment, dog food, dog treats, several chew toys, a dog bed, and a blanket specifically just for his little man. The boys had been on the bus for a little over a three weeks and Ashton had found himself a routine of having his headphones in to keep from hearing the remarks Donna their manager would make about Roadie. The only time he wouldn’t be wearing them is to bed but in all honesty he didn’t care to Ashton. Roadie was family and he should be treated as such. As for Roadie he had also found company in not only Ashton but the other guys as well they loved having a dog on the tour because it kept their minds at ease. But all of them found that when Roadie was done playing or running around he would be near Ashton at all times.

Ashton started an Instagram page for Roadie posting pictures of his precious beagle on stage in another city, with fans outside the venue, or by a landmark. There was a tour date in St. Petersburg the guys were getting ready for the show Roadie was running around Ashton and the drum kit. Michael had forgotten his ears and he was walking past one of the green rooms when he overheard Donna talking about Roadie, pausing by the door he saw Sierra with an annoyed look on her face.

“Look this is just ridiculous, he should've given the little fleabag away before this whole thing even started,” Donna griped.

Michael was about to step in but Sierra was quick. She was off the couch and in Donna's face “ if you had any decency in your heart you would see how happy Ashton is. That little “fleabag” running around onstage right now is the reason. We’re all happy because of that dog you’re a heartless woman you should be fired” when Sierra was done speaking she was seething. Michael just smiled and went and got his ears and went back onstage and saw Roadie in Ashton’s lap kissing him all over his face.

It was time for them to get on stage and Ashton told Roadie to be a good boy and listen to Sierra while he was scratching him all on his back. The intro was beginning so he kissed Roadies head and passed his leash off to Sierra. Looking back he saw Sierra and Luke kissing and while he was happy with his beloved dog he wished he had a woman to share the happiness with. Every once in awhile when he has a break he looks over to the side of the stage to see Sierra and Roadie jamming out, his pup bouncing to the beat.

Ashton was just getting out of the shower grabbing a clean shirt when he heard Roadie starting to whine. As they returned to the green room Roadie bolted for the door. Ashton ran after him grabbing Roadies leash, but stumbling as he did. He hit the ground hard, wincing as he rolled onto his side. Ashton saw Roadie standing next to a pair of pink Converse high tops. Looking up he saw the most gorgeous girl with blue eyes, dark blue hair,and a flawless complexion, curvy in all the right places and looking quite concerned.

When he went to grab Roadie and apologize to her she stopped him. said “No worries I love dogs and this little guy is too cute. Roadie's a cute name, very inventive” Ashton hopped up and extended his hand “I'm Ashton by the way.”

She shook his hand laughing, “yes I'm aware my name is Tanya and it’s nice to meet you.”

[jojobaimagines]

i have a problem where i get really light-headed from heat or exhaustion and i'm prone to fainting a lot, even from minor things like showers or just a hot day. how would kakyoin, polnareff, and jotaro (holy trinity of kickass) act with an s/o like that, like if they came home one day and saw them passed out on the floor and they weren't previously aware of this problem? hurt/comfort is my ish

That sounds bad D: Please take care friend, i send you a hug!

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Kakyoin:

-He always takes care of them, and sometimes it would seem as if he’s being over protective! He just thinks that is better to prevent anything that could happen, since something small can end up in something worst.

-He sends them texts all the time. “Are you feeling alright?” “Remember not to overdo it!” “Call me if anything happens, ok?”

-Always offers himself to do things for them, or to help them with doing stuff. If they need that thing on the shelf, don’t worry, he’ll get it for them. They don’t need to go to the shop, he will go for them!

-The day he came home only to find them passed out on the floor, was the first time he knew about their condition. He would panic and call an ambulance, as he gets on his knees to shake their shoulders and check their pulse. He sighs with relief when he feels a faint palpitation, and would not leave their side until they get to the hospital and he knows that they’re safe.

Polnareff:

-Honestly, sometimes this man forgets that his partner has this condition. He gets overly excited about doing stuff and when he turns around he sees his partner panting and barely able to stand up on their own and he feels so guilty!

-But Polnareff, like Kakyoin, would offer himself to do everything for them. Even showers. They will smack him when he offers them to do that, but he promises them that he won’t do anything dirty!

-And he doesn’t. He will fill the bathtub for them, puts a bath bomb with nice smell, prepares their clothes and then calls them in. He will slowly massage their scalp and softly wash their body, asking them not to move and not to make any efforts.

-The fisrt time he saw them almost passed out on their house, he ran to them and took them on his arms, while practically yelling to them to wake up, fearing that he might lose yet another person that he loves. The poor man would run with them to the hospital instead of calling an ambulance. But in the end, he could get them there and made sure everything went ok!

Jotaro:

-He would lowkey worry about them all the time. Not that he will tell them. He really doesn’t mind if they notice this, but honestly he is so bad at expressing himself that it would seem like he doesn’t give a crap.

-But he does care! He always keeps an eye on them, and tells them (with that commanding voice of his) that they better don’t do that stuff or they will get tired. Or, for example, if they are sweeping the floor or doing something of the like, he will simply take the object from their hand and end the job for them.

-He asks Holly for advice! He knows that mom always has her secret techniques (? for taking care of people! She is so happy that Jotaro relays on her!

-When he found them passed out for the first time, he would first think it’s an enemy stand attack. He would carefully approach them and check their vitals and, after confirming that it wasn’t an enemy attack, he would call an ambulance and carry them outside so they can get some fresh air. If they have to stay all night on the hospital, be damn well sure he’ll stay at their side.

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-Lettuce