#my hubby strikes again

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[gloomwitchwrites]

I loved the recent "calling your husband boyfriend on purpose" imagine....what about...

Calling your boyfriend husband on ACCIDENT? 😍🤭

By the time that I'm actually getting around to this, "calling your husband boyfriend on purpose" is now no longer recent. Oops! Sorry! (If you want to read that imagine you can find it here.) But is it really an accident? I feel like it could honestly be both, but the accident factor would make the whole thing so much cuter!

Presented in four double drabbles.

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Task Force 141 x Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): fluff, brief alcohol, suggestive themes, established relationship

Word Count: 800

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John Price

“Can you help me, John?”

“Yeah, love. Give me a minute.”

The counter top is covered in groceries. It’s the first big day in the new apartment with John. The two of you have been dating for a few years now, but this is the first time you’ve properly lived together.

John comes around the corner in nothing but a pair of shorts. He’s a bit sweaty from building furniture.

“There’s ice cream. Don’t want it to melt.”

“Course.” He gives you a quick kiss before digging through the bags, removing items as he goes.

The two of you work seamlessly, putting away all the groceries quickly.

“Give me a kiss.”

John grins, and goes in for a tooth-achingly sweet one.

“Thanks, hubby.”

The word is out without thought. You don’t even realize you’ve said it until John blinks, a bit startled.

“Hubby?”

You don’t know what to say. You’re staring at him, a bit flustered.

But John smiles. He leans in, stealing another kiss. “You want to marry me?”

“Do you want to marry me?” you counter.

“You proposing?” teases John.

“Stop answering my question with a question.”

John chuckles and pulls you close. “Wifey sounds good on you.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“The husband will love this!”

Husband slips out naturally, as if you and Kyle have always been together. The two of you have been dating for years, but there is no marriage. There isn’t even an engagement. But Kyle isn’t around to hear the slip up—at least, you don’t think so.

The store assistant smiles. “Happy to help,” she says brightly before walking away.

You exhale slowly, and turn around, nearly smacking into Kyle.

“Holy shit,” you say, placing your hand on your chest. “You startled me.”

Kyle has a smirk on his face with arms crossed over his chest. “Did I hear you correctly?”

“That I swore?” you ask, perplexed.

“No,” he laughs. “You called me your husband.”

Oh shit.

“You heard that?”

Kyle leans in as if he’s about to tell you a secret. “I did.”

“And?” you prompt, trying to brush this off as nothing.

Kyle shrugs. “Think I like it.”

You blink. “You like it.”

Kyle glances around but there isn’t anyone nearby. He takes a step into your space, lowering his head as if to kiss you. “Say it again.”

You lick your lips. “Husband.”

“Again.”

“Husband.”

Kyle closes the distance, stealing a kiss.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Across the pub, your boyfriend is ordering drinks at the bar.

The two of you are enjoying a free weekend. They are few since Simon is always working—always off on some mission.

What isn’t all that nice is the woman talking to Simon at the bar. He’s politely ignoring her, but she clearly cannot take a hint. She’s smiling at Simon like she wants to climb him. Plus, you’re feeling bold. You have a few drinks in you at this point. The liquor is hot. It is poison.

And you’re ready to strike. Show some fangs.

You stride toward the bar, shoving yourself between the woman and Simon. Wrapping your arms around Simon’s waist, you snuggle up to him.

“Hello, husband,” you croon.

Simon’s mouth quirks with amusement as the woman behind you snorts and makes a flippant remark.

Going up on your toes, you reach for a kiss, and Simon obliges. It is slow. Wet. Way too intimate for such a public setting. You kiss him like you’re starved.

When the two of you part, the woman is gone.

Simon’s hand dives, grabbing your ass in a possessive hold. “Husband?”

“It slipped.”

“Sure it did, love,” laughs Simon.

John "Soap" MacTavish

“This is John. My husband.”

Husband.

The word slips out and you’re not able to draw it back. You can’t correct yourself. Not in front of your peers. You’ve fumbled this completely.

Johnny’s eyebrows rise toward his hairline, his gaze pointed as he glances at you. But he doesn’t correct you either, and you decide to roll with it.

“That’s lovely,” replies your boss. “How long have you two been married?”

This is a new job. It’s the first company party you’re attending, and bringing a plus one is encouraged.

But you’re not able to answer. Johnny steps up and takes the lead.

“Newly,” he says, grinning like it’s true.

Your boss laughs. “That accent! My goodness. Scottish?”

“Aye. Born and bred.”

“How lovely.”

Johnny inclines his head. His hand delicately grabs your arm, pulling you in. “Pleasure meeting you.”

The two of you move on, but Johnny takes a turn, drawing you to the side, his head lowered.

“Husband?” he asks with a cheeky grin.

“It slipped out,” you mutter.

“Your coworkers are gonna think you’re a married woman.”

“I know.”

“Should make it official,” shrugs Johnny.

“What?”

He lightly bumps your shoulder with his own. “You heard me.”

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[himexyandere]

Yandere Headcanons Pt. 2

Content Warning(s): Obsessive behavior, malpractice, gaslighting, manipulation, drugging

A/N: These are just more yandere HC's that I thought of and wanted to post ^^ I haven't written anything here for a while, so I figured I'd post something! Not sure what my next post will be, honestly, I'll probably do a poll and ask what you guys would like to see. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! <3

Yandere!Doctor who keeps you in his hospital by occasionally slipping different harmless drugs into your meals that makes you a little lightheaded and exhibit signs of being feverish, thus extending your visit.

Had someone told you that you would be staying for a bit at a hospital with your favorite doctor, you probably would’ve been elated to hear such a thing!

That wasn’t necessarily the case, however — yes, he was your favorite doctor and he’d always called you his “star patient” when the two of you were alone, but you weren’t exactly a huge fan of hospitals 

Staying for more than a week was already too much for you, yet he still wouldn’t let you leave 

“My dear, you may not think your symptoms are worrying, but they certainly are. A fever that comes and goes at random is nothing to treat lightly. I will be extending your stay until you feel better.” 

During your first week, a male nurse was the one who came to bring you your food and medicine, occasionally striking up casual conversations with you to help you feel more comfortable in such a quiet, sterile place 

After another week or so, you hadn’t seen him again. Confused, you asked your doctor where the nurse went and he gave you a seemingly perturbed frown 

“I’m sorry, dear, but we had to let him go. One of the other nurses found him assaulting a comatose patient. Terrible, isn’t it? I’m just glad he’s gone now and is no longer a danger to anyone… Wouldn’t you agree?” 

Had a month gone by already? You honestly couldn’t tell anymore. Your doctor was the only one who visited your room, stating that visitation was on hold for a while due to some issue or another—

He’s the doctor so why would you question him? He only wants what’s best for his “star patient”, after all

You were originally in for a small health scare at work, but now…

Yandere!Househusband who clings to you, slightly causing a bit of concern amongst your friends and family, but you feel like his clinginess is normal... At first.

He acted like the two of you were still a newlywed couple or something 

He always, always, always craves your attention, wanting to be close to you whenever feasible

This meant that leaving home to go to your job every morning was a nearly impossible feat, considering he rarely ever let you escape his arms (at least not without some bribery first) 

“If you promise to spend the entire weekend with me here in our home, then I’ll let you leave for work. How’s that sound, darling?” 

This was a common occurrence, leading you to spend most, if not all, of your free time cuddling up with your husband at home, watching corny movies and eating snacks. 

Your friends and family started seeing less and less of you, prompting them to call and visit your home more often with questions about where you’ve been. You always tell them that you’re fine and you’ve just been spending some time relaxing with your hubby 

He was delighted by your replies and would later tell you after they left that he loves you so, so much 

He does get anxious at times, though, wondering constantly if you’re annoyed with him or if you secretly hate his clinginess and overwhelming adoration

After you told him that you would be going to hang out with your friends one evening, he nearly lost it in front of you. Fortunately, he managed to maintain a gentle smile as he encouraged you to go and have a good time 

When you got back later that night, your husband informed you that he’d scheduled a getaway for your upcoming anniversary! He’s already called your job and put in for PTO, so you don’t have to worry your little head—you’re going to have so much fun… Just the two of you.

[criticallyinneedofadar]

Alliance of Shadows (8)

A/N: Come on now. You know I could never harm my hubby.

Pairing: Adar x Reader

Warnings: Violence, wounds, reader gets injured.

Word Count: 2.5k

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Without thinking, you move.

Your body surges forward, driven by instinct rather than reason, and before you know it, you are between Adar and the treacherous Uruk. The world seems to freeze in that moment, the chaos of the battlefield dimming as the sharp, cold steel of Glûg’s blade bites deep into your side. Agony flares through your body, every nerve screaming in pain. A gasp tears from your throat, the sound lost in the cacophony around you, and you stumble, your hand flying to the wound as warm blood spills over your fingers.

Adar spins, eyes wide, his usual composed expression crumbling into shock. You see the disbelief in his gaze, the fury flickering just beneath the surface, but before you can fully register it, his arms are around you, catching you just before you collapse to the ground. His hands grip you tightly, pulling you close as he lowers you gently, the cool earth meeting your back. He presses his hand against your side, desperate to stem the flow of blood, but you can feel it—hot, thick, and unrelenting.

“You fool,” Adar growls, though his voice is thick with emotion, far deeper than anger. His hands, always steady, tremble ever so slightly as they press against your wound, trying to keep you tethered to life. “Why would you do that? Why?”

Your vision blurs, the edges of the world fading in and out as pain clouds your senses. You want to respond, to tell him that you didn’t think, that protecting him was the only thing that mattered in that moment, but the words die in your throat, smothered by the agony coursing through your veins.

Before either of you can speak, Sauron’s voice cuts through the moment like a dagger, his tone dripping with malice. “Your children no longer need you as their father, Adar,” he sneers, his dark gaze shifting to Glûg and the small group of Uruks who had broken away from the main force. They stand behind him now, weapons in hand, their loyalty clearly pledged to Sauron.

Glûg sneers, his eyes filled with something colder than hatred—something akin to betrayal. “We are no longer slaves to your cause, Father. Sauron will provide what you cannot.”

The words sting, sharper than any blade. You lie cradled in Adar’s arms, your vision swimming with pain, but the bitter taste of betrayal rises in your throat. These Uruks… You had fought for them, bled for them. You had defended them time and time again, and yet, here they stood—turning their backs on the one who had given them purpose, who had fought for their very right to exist.

Adar’s grip tightens on you, his body tensing as he stares down Glûg, the rage simmering in his dark eyes. “Traitors,” he spits, his voice low and venomous. “Sauron will use you as bodies to build his throne. Nothing more.”

Glûg’s sneer only deepens, and for a brief moment, the battlefield stills around you, the tension thick as the air itself seems to hold its breath. The Uruks behind Glûg shift, their eyes flickering with doubt, but their weapons remain drawn, ready to strike.

And then, before either you or Adar can react, a new presence cuts through the fray. Galadriel.

Her figure appears, seemingly out of nowhere, her silver armor catching the dim light of the battlefield. Her eyes burn with righteous fury, a silent storm brewing behind them. She does not look at you or Adar—her focus is solely on Sauron. With a fluid, effortless motion, she draws her sword, the blade gleaming in the low light as she steps forward.

For a moment, Sauron’s attention shifts to her, his dark gaze narrowing as the air around them thickens with power. Without a word, Galadriel charges, her sword slicing through the night with lethal precision, aimed directly at Sauron. The clash between them is immediate and fierce, their weapons meeting with a force that seems to shake the very ground beneath your feet. The battlefield trembles with the impact of their fight, a collision of light and shadow, of righteous fury and dark malice.

As they battle, the world around you seems to shift, the air growing thick with tension. You struggle to stay conscious, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you clutch Adar’s arm. His face is a storm of emotion—rage, fear, and something deeper, something rawer. He presses harder against your wound, his hands slick with your blood, and his gaze shifts between you and the scene unfolding before him.

“Stay with me,” Adar murmurs, his voice soft but firm, cutting through the haze of pain clouding your mind. 

But even as he speaks, you feel the darkness closing in around you, pulling you under. Your body grows heavy, the pain dulling to a distant throb as your vision narrows. The sounds of the battlefield fade into the background, the world around you reduced to the steady beat of Adar’s heart against your side.

Galadriel and Sauron continue to clash, their battle a blinding display of power, but you can no longer focus on it. Your world has shrunk to the feel of Adar’s arms around you, the warmth of his breath against your skin, the quiet, desperate plea in his voice as he fights to keep you grounded.

“Adar…” you murmur, your voice barely a whisper.

He shifts, his movements quick and precise as he scoops you into his arms, his grip tightening. “I won’t lose you,” he says, his voice thick with desperation. “I won’t.”

As the battle continues to rage around him, Adar fights his way through the chaos. His blade cuts through the enemy with a ferocity you have never seen before, and a small group of his closest Uruks rally around him, forming a protective barrier. Every movement is calculated, every step taken with the singular goal of getting you to safety.

But the pain is overwhelming now, your body weak and trembling in his arms. You try to focus, to stay conscious, but the pull of darkness is too strong. The last thing you remember before the world goes black is the sensation of Adar’s arms tightening around you, his voice a distant echo in your fading mind.

When you wake, the world is still.

Your body aches, your side throbbing with the memory of Glug’s betrayal, but you are alive. The soft crackle of a fire nearby fills the silence, and as your eyes adjust to the dim light, you realize you are no longer on the battlefield.

You are in a tent—Adar’s tent. The scent of blood and smoke lingers in the air, but the worst of the battle’s noise has faded. Your body is wrapped in bandages, the wound from Glug’s attack having been carefully tended to.

Slowly, you sit up, the movement causing a sharp pain to shoot through your side. You wince, clutching at the bandage as you try to get your bearings.

“You’re awake.”

Adar’s voice is soft, and when you turn, you see him standing at the entrance of the tent, his armor smeared with blood and dirt, his face hardened by the weight of the day’s events. But there is something else there too—relief. He has been worried about you. The thought causes your heart to flutter.

“How long...?” you begin, your voice hoarse.

“A few hours,” he replies, crossing the space between you. He kneels beside you, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You should not have thrown yourself into that blade. You should have let me handle it.”

You meet his gaze, your own filled with defiance despite your weakened state. “And let him kill you?”

“I would have survived,” he says, though his voice falters slightly, betraying the truth beneath his words. He had not expected Glûg’s betrayal, nor had he expected you to take the blow meant for him.

Silence lingers between you, thick with unspoken emotions. His hand, rough from battle, cups your cheek as he studies your face, as though ensuring you’re truly there, alive and breathing. You see the conflict in his eyes—relief, fear, and something deeper, more fragile. His thumb traces the line of your jaw, a touch so tender it almost undoes you.

Without thinking, you reach up, your fingers curling around the edge of his armor, pulling him closer. He doesn’t resist, his breath hitching as you lean in. His lips find yours in a kiss filled with emotions. The tension, the fear, the relief—it all melts away as your mouths meet, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, holding you gently as if you might slip away from him again.

The kiss is soft at first, tentative, but soon deepens, the weight of everything that has passed between you—life, death, betrayal—pouring into it. You can feel his heart pounding against your chest as he pulls you closer, his relief palpable in every touch. You feel it too, the reassurance of his warmth, of knowing he’s here, that you are both still standing in a world that seems determined to tear you apart. You grip his shoulder pulling him tighter to you. A rough groan escapes him as his hands tangle in your hair. 

Stretching closer to him, you wince, when the movement pulls on the wound on your side. You pull back, breathless, and his forehead rests against yours. His voice is a whisper, hoarse from everything left unsaid. “I thought I lost you.”

“You didn’t,” you murmur, your fingers brushing the side of his face. “I’m still here. With you.” For a moment, you just hold each other, the world outside the tent fading into the background. In that small, quiet space, it’s just the two of you—wounded but alive.

The memory of Glûg’s treachery hits you like a wave. “He joined Sauron,” you say bitterly. “Some of them did.”

Adar’s expression darkens. “Yes. Sauron’s poison runs deep. I had thought to save them from him and only succeeded in pushing them into his arms.”

You can hear the weight of his anger, the hurt that simmers beneath the surface. You reach out, your hand resting against his arm. “Not all of them betrayed you,” you remind him. “You still have loyal children.”

He nods, though his gaze remains distant, as if he were lost in thought.

“I should have protected you better,” he says after a moment, his voice soft. “But instead, you protected me. Again.”

A small smile tugs at your lips despite the pain. “I don’t regret it. I am not some damsel in need of rescue Adar.”

His eyes meet yours, something unspoken passing between you. The weight of the kiss you had shared before lingers in the air, the tension between you still palpable.

Adar reaches out, his fingers brushing gently against your cheek, and for a moment, you think he might kiss you again. But instead, he pulls back, his expression conflicted.

“We will have our reckoning with Sauron,” he says, his voice hardening. “But for now, you need to rest.”

You nod, though your mind is already turning toward the battle still to come. 

Just as the silence between you and Adar settles, the tent’s entrance flares open, and Maela strides in, her expression grim and urgent. She bows her head briefly to Adar before her eyes settle on you.

“Apologies for the interruption, my Queen,” she says, her voice taut. “There is news from the battlefield.”

The tension in the air thickens. You struggle to sit up straighter despite the pain still gnawing at your side. Adar is there in an instant, supporting your arm and shoulder and helping you settle against the bed behind you. His gaze flicks between you and Maela, his face unreadable but alert.

“Speak,” you command, your voice steady even though your body protests.

Maela’s eyes flicker with something—grief or regret, you aren’t sure—as she begins. “Eregion has fallen. Our forces overwhelmed the last of the elven defenses. Celebrimbor…” She pauses, as if weighing the weight of the words. “Celebrimbor is dead, slain by Sauron himself.”

The words hit like a blow, and though you have no particular love for the Elven smith, the significance of his death can not be denied. Adar’s jaw tightens, though his reaction remains controlled.

“And Galadriel?” you ask, your voice low.

Maela hesitates. “She fell from a cliff during the battle. We do not know where she is, or if she even survived. Some say they saw her fall into the river, but there has been no sign of her body.”

A knot forms in your stomach. Galadriel, for all her arrogance, is a formidable force. If she is dead, it would have been clear by now. If she is alive, her vengeance will be swift.

“And the losses?” Adar asks, his voice hard but quiet.

Maela’s face darkens further. “We lost many, both Uruk and mages. However, the elves suffered greater casualties. The Uruks and our forces have integrated well… better than expected. But the weight of the battle has been heavy on all.”

You glance at Adar, noting the tension in his shoulders. The fight had been brutal, and though the combined forces have survived, the war is far from over.

“Elrond,” Maela continues, “he and a small group of elves wait nearby. They wish to discuss terms to cease the fighting, though their numbers are few.”

A brief silence falls over the tent, the weight of the news settling on your shoulders. Eregion has fallen, but the battle is far from over. Sauron is still out there, as are his new loyalists—Uruk, like Glûg, who betrayed everything Adar stands for- and you by association.

“What terms?” you ask, your voice sharp, cutting through the tension. “They come seeking mercy when they are the ones who brought this war to our doorstep.”

“Perhaps they realize they have no other choice,” Adar mutters, his eyes dark and reflective. He turns to you, his expression unreadable. “Elrond knows what’s at stake.”

You think of the Elven Lord waiting nearby. Elrond has been a voice of reason to many in the storm, but reason has not saved Eregion.

“I will hear them,” you say finally, though your tone is edged with steel. “But no mercy will be offered unless it is earned.”

Maela bows her head. “As you wish, my Queen.” She hesitates before adding, “Shall I have them escorted to the tent, or would you prefer to meet elsewhere?”

You exchange a look with Adar. The decision weighs heavily on both of you, but there is little choice. The elves have come to bargain, and you will make sure they understand the cost.

“We will meet them here,” you reply, your voice firm. “Let them see what their arrogance has wrought.”

As Maela turns to leave, you catch the sense of unease in Adar’s eyes. He remains silent, his thoughts unreadable, but you can sense the conflict beneath his exterior. You both understand what it means to truly be at war—with the elves, with Sauron, and perhaps even with yourselves. It is a heavy burden to bear.

[bronx-bomber87]

I know we’re all struggling with this endless hiatus and the lack of new content, so I thought it would be fun to resurrect the #chenfordchats that were circling around the fandom earlier this year. We previously did a question on favorite Tim Bradford quotes, so this time let’s do Lucy! What are your favorite 3-5 (or more if you want) Lucy Chen quotes from the entire series 😊

This does feel endless doesn't it? Not sure why this hiatus has felt longer than when we had the writers strike. That didn't have an end date for a long time. We have one for this one and it's felt worse. Probably because of all the BTS being withheld for now. We're all starving for content of any kind they'll give us. They've been restricted from sharing much of anything. So we're going little stir crazy. 47 days to go LOL We can do it.

This was not easy because these asks never are but always fun. Appreciate the challenge of them. Here we go. These aren't in any particular order BTW. Except by season cause I can't help but organize it. So maybe they are in a specific order ha But not one of ranking by any means. Also I'm not so good at staying within the numbers lmao I suck at it really. So I just did ones I love and I'm probably forgetting some I love but hopefully not.

If I am missing any feel free to do this as well or let me know your favs in the comments. Also these come with commentary cause I am me after all ahaha Was hard to find quotes I love that aren't just Chenford related but Lucy too if that makes sense. That's real hard cause they're so intertwined lol Anyways this is my crack at it please enjoy and don't hesitate to comment should you like to. Also feel free to participate as well more fun when people join in :)

1x01-What's not to love about her opening line as a character? So confident and ready to go. Look at her. Love everything about this line. Confidence rolling off her as she says. Hasn't been squashed yet by her future soulmate....

1x03-I LOVE this line for how it lands with Tim. But mainly we get to see the early sparks of confident Lucy putting Tim in his place. Standing up for herself. Because if she doesn't her career is going up in flames along with Tim's epic flameout. Telling him like it is and I love her for it.

1x07-Another amazing line that lands so well. This is an iconic scene but this line right here. This IMO is what keeps Tim from crossing that line. It's so spot on. She went out on a major limb and it pays off. Just love this line in particular.

2x01-Are we sensing a theme? LOL It was accidental. But I do love Lucy putting my boy in his place when warranted. Standing up for herself in the process. Straight up owns his ass in this argument with dem fighting words. Love her for it.

2x08-Always love watching her fierce loyalty come out despite rank. heh I love this line. Because once again calling someone out on their crap. Why we love our girl so much isn't it? So many reasons but this is definitely one of them.

2x10-Our poor girl so very frustrated with dating especially as a cop. This is an epic line that I don't think gets enough love. Cracks me up so much.

2x11-Love me some BAMF Lucy. It's one of my favs. The fierceness she shows not only saying this line. But making sure she makes eye contact with Caleb when she delivers it. I love her so much. We all know how true this statement ended up.

3x05-This seems like two quotes in one cause it kinda is. Already breaking the rules as is so here we are haha Fiercely protective Lucy reporting for duty with this quote. Loved it so much. She gonna beat your ass Stanton.

3x07-This line will never cease to crack me up. She owns his ass this entire episode really. It's one giant mic drop for her. This one is one of my all time favs of that ep and in general. I dare you to watch that scene let alone that ep and not be laughing.

4x16-Her reply to Tim's reaction makes me cackle. Her comedic timing is perfection. She is fed up with her hubby at this point and it makes me laugh so much. Goes from playful to over it immediately.

4x22-Lucy's reaction to Juicy is an all time fav. She was having fun messing with Tim over Dim till then. Her replies are so funny I love this quote for how much it makes me laugh every time. She is disturbed and not having fun anymore. LOL

5x12-Such an iconic way to drive her point home with this epic line. No more needed to be explained after this line. I adore this quote and the way she delivers it to Tim.

Lucy Chen is me when i'm prepping for anything with my anxiety. This cracked me up so very hard. Also couldn't find a gif of this glorious line. So just edited down a gif I did ha but I adore this line for how much I related with it LOL She is me when I am prepping.

That's all folks. Hope you enjoyed my rambles. Feel free to comment or do your own that would be fun to see others do it as well. Best part of fandom doing stuff like this. Seeing what everyone loves.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

That ending for Okita and Harpy!reader was crazy 😭. I wanna know what's going on next after that

-Kondo, Kojiro, and Hrist had their hands full with you, as you were watching Okita, your hubby, fight in Ragnarok. It started off okay, you were cheering for your hubby, wanting him to do his best, but after he got hurt… it became an issue as you wanted to fly down there to rescue him and help him fight against Susanoo.

-The swordsmen all had trouble holding you down, not wanting to hurt you but they couldn’t risk you interfering with the fight, not wanting you to get yourself killed. Kondo tried to tell you that Soji was strong and wouldn’t lose this fight- but seeing him hurt was breaking your heart, bringing tears to your eyes.

-When you saw Soji fall, launching his last attack, you froze, seeing him collapsing and instantly you flew out, seeing Susanoo disappearing, “Hubby!”

-The swordsmen were quickly rushing after you, worried for Soji as well, and upon arriving at him, you heard Kondo after you had been shaking him, begging him to wake up, that he wasn’t breathing.

-You heard footsteps, and you saw a god there Izanagi and instantly you moved into a striking stance, your claws feet glinting dangerously as you showed your rare serious side, “Why are you approaching my husband?”

-Izanagi was surprised to learn that you, a harpy, was with Okita, but he wasn’t bothered, “I’m here to help this young man- he fought bravely and has earned Susanoo’s respect, so in turn he earned mine.”

-You glared, not trusting him and you took several steps forward, to keep him away but Kondo yelled, “Wait Y/N!” as you took your third step your brain reset, your glare fading as you looked around, seeing the devastation before you saw this unknown person, your head tilting to the side, “Who are you?”

-So many in the stadium face-palmed, calling you a bird brain before you looked around, confused, before you saw Soji, your eyes going ride as you rushed over, “Hubby! What happened to you?!”

-Izanagi approached and you froze, seeing his hand glowing and you saw Soji inhaling sharply and tears quickly were in your eyes, seeing Soji was alive as the others all shouted in relief.

-Izanagi bowed to Soji, thanking him for the fight, and for giving the challenge Susanoo wanted, shocking so many that he was bowing to a human.

-You just preened, looking pleased, your hands on your hips, “My hubby is the strongest!” Soji couldn’t help but smile at you as Kondo carried him and you were on Kojiro’s back, so you wouldn’t reset again, as he was taken to the infirmary to be taken care of.

-You didn’t like that he was being put into a pod that was in water, for him to sleep in while he healed, you refused to leave his side, sitting outside the pod, looking up at it, wanting Soji to get better soon. You missed him.

[cottonlemonade]

[closed] Welcome to my Lemonade Stand

Ahoy everyone! ��

The summer lemonade stand is here 🍉

For those who have been around for a while, you know the drill and it’s nice to see you again!

For the new customers, welcome! Here is how it works. Using the inbox you would order a lemonade with:

size (genre) + flavor (prompt) + 1-2 extras (setting) for [character name]

i.e.

- a small peach lemonade with extra ice for Yaku would get you a fluffy story about being stranded with your rival Yaku (stranded meaning for example: missing the last ferry/bus home etc)

- a medium lychee lemonade with frozen berries for Futakuchi would get you a fluffy-spicy story about you and your boyfriend Futakuchi going shopping for swimwear

- a large guava lemonade with coconut water for Sakusa would get you a spicy story about a vacation with hubby Sakusa

And for the summer special - the custom lemonade - if none of the prompts strike your fancy or you would like to add to them, here is how it goes:

- a small custom lemonade with pomegranate seeds for Asahi - custom: going to a summer fair would get you a fluffy story about going to a summer fair with pining friend Asahi

- You can also add the customization to the existing flavors (prompts) i.e. papaya custom lemonade and here you could let me know if you have something more specific for first kiss in mind

Please note the 10 word limit for the customization ✨ the fewer details the more freedom I have! 😊

As always, keep in mind that the stories will all be x chubby!Reader and unless requested differently the default pronouns will be female 🌱 you can also just come say Hi or ask something you’re curious about! And as long as you order one lemonade at a time feel free to submit as many requests as you like ✨

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[skippyangel16]

The Couple Next Door my thoughts…

Link here for a ‘real’ review from that neck of woods👇

👏👏👏

👆This just about sums it up for me, a real review from a real paper not a paid promo success piece from Hello or channel 4 blowing its own trumpet. If you google the series IBMd has it rated 5.2/10 at the moment of writing. (Saying something is brilliant does not make it so, unless you want to brainwash. Kenneth springs to mind taking a whole year+ to talk up Belfast so he would finally get that Oscar for the not so outstanding Belfast 🙄)

The Guardian Nov 2023 promo it as The couple next door a sexy fantastic time …4 stars but then by the 3rd Dec it’s no longer raving about it with an honest review.👇

https://www.theguardian.com/tv-and-radio/2023/dec/03/the-couple-next-door-channel-4-swingers-thriller-review-slow-horses-3-arena-being-kae-tempest-the-doll-fctory?CMP=share_btn_link Barbara Ellen exert from review 3 Dec 2023 still the guardian…

Exert from link above by Barbara Ellen..

Well for me TCND started off with a ‘OMG not again!’ for the opening shot. I said to hubby ‘I hate it when they do that!’. The second scene supposedly set in Leeds wtf? Why didn’t they find a more convincing housing estate…then (Sam) Danny picking up the washing machine…dear god it made me cringe and that’s just for starters!

Sam…I could not get past his ‘Yorkshire’ accent?… well he did his best, it came through well some of the time. It’s sad but production were aware they were not going to predominantly film in Yorkshire or substitute location with a suitable comparison so why the need for him to do a Yorkshire accent? They could have set this story anywhere. Why not let Sam do his normal Scottish accent ? Far more sexy! Bad decision imo.

I could go on…especially the ladies dress code for a casual UK BBQ, LMAO. For sure my neighbour and I need to up our game at our next one! Seductive dresses, tits out and heels on! Husbands can’t wait…🤣

Does it appear Sam was hired for his body?…absolutely! Is he typecast as the guy who does sex?…looks like it. If he wanted to up his stakes as a good actor imo this was not the project. Can he do chemistry with anyone but Caitriona?… barely, but this was his best effort so far. Sex scenes and build up no 🔥 for me. I found it more cringe so fast forward came into play. Seems Sam is okay with full nudity and grinding again so can’t wait for OL S8! No need for J&C sex scenes to be PG…

Continuity, script, direction, production…dear god did outlander do it?

Out of all the actors Jessica De Gouw (Becka) stood out with a consistent performance.

Gripping? Nah, wanted to give up many times but finally got past ep 3 and pace seemed to increase so eventually got to the end which was then suddenly abrupt.

I wanted to like it, but for me it was blah…should have been amazing! Fail is more down to script, direction and production, had a giggle most of the way through at the script and said wtf and why a lot? ….🤷‍♀️still they all had fun making it and got paid!

For those who thought it enjoyable and hot I am really pleased for you! Sex for sex sake came to my mind, script all over the place one minute quite good another that’s shit.

For me in the words of a true Yorkshire man…

Maybe if I had a couple of wines with the cheese and knew it was not going to be a quality drama but a cheesy soap it would have gone down better.

Strikes me his fate in life is to be an alcohol god, that’s his true path…acting gave him his wife and family and that’s all he needs from it. It appears it’s not in his destiny for it to do anything more than that…🤷‍♀️JMHO

So if you haven’t seen it and want to then I suggest lots of wine and lower your expectations to a tv movie or soap and you will probably enjoy it and think it’s better than it was…🤪

[jeri4lifer]

Tear You Apart ~ Leonora Lesso x Clarissa Dovey (Modern AU)

Soooo, this is quite literally my first time posting on tumblr, but i wanted to try.

Any ways I give you guys a little preview. ;)

Enjoy

hand fidgeting with her earrings as she finally meets her green eyes. 

“What’s a girl like you,” She pauses, glancing at the blonde’s figure before meeting her eyes again. “Doing in a place like this?” Clarissa sighed as she downed another glass of whatever the hell she  ordered before the last two drinks started to hit, the bar had a soft ambiance while calm jazz played in the background. No amount of alcohol could drown the thread of sadness and loneliness running through her veins that seeps youtube of every pore, her goal was to not think, not feel anything but the gin and tonic in her hand while she silently sulks in her work clothes, not wanting to go home just yet.

Clarissa nearly missed the gorgeous blonde pulling a chair out next to her at the bar table, waving to the male bartenders with the many hidden tattoos under his sleeves. She glances over before doing a double take to casually staring at the mysterious woman while she orders her drink, as the woman finishes her request she sighs and finally looks over to Clarissa once she feels her brown eyes on her.

Clarissa blushed when the woman gave her a striking grin, occasionally taking several glimpses from the blonde, the look of interest in her eye didn’t go unnoticed by Clarissa as she continued to finish her drink while averting her eyes from the observant woman. 

“Can I get a whiskey?” The woman asks the bartender before glancing over to Clarissa. “And add a gin and tonic for the angel here.” Clarissa releases a dull chuckle while turning her head to the seemingly bold woman next to her, her 

Clarissa sighed while pretending to be the least bit interested in the woman’s words. “I’m simply enjoying a drink with my own company until you decided to join me.” she snarked, rolling her eyes with a level of passiveness.

“Oh,” She mocked, turning her body towards the reluctant blonde. “Well I am truly sorry for disturbing you, darling.” 

“Are you really?” She sighed, glancing over at the woman. “You seem quite...unapologetic to me.”

Leonora chuckled, dropping her head at the blonde's snarkiness, she continues to observe Clarissa as she sips her drink. “I’m surprised a woman of your religious stature would come to a place like this.” 

Clarissa scoffs at the woman’s words, whipping her body around to face the woman. “And what makes you think that?” The redhead gave her a lopsided grin as she finally caught the tensed blonde’s attention, gesturing to the gold necklace with the virgin Mary dangling from the chain.

“It’s quite gorgeous if I might add.” Clarissa clasps the necklace in her hand before shoving it into her shirt, she ignored the way the redhead gazed at her cleavage shamelessly.

“Thank you...my husband gifted it to me for our tenth anniversary.” She blushed, throwing back the last of her drink to avoid the woman’s eyes.

The woman narrowed her eyes at the woman before leaning forward, causing Clarissa to slightly lean back in her chair while blushing furiously. “Huh...married and modest.” She stated, running her tongue over her red lips. 

Clarissa guilty around the room with her red face, she glanced down at the woman’s lips before clearing her throat. This wasn’t something she was use to, her body was having all these strange reactions that felt nothing like when she was with her husband, her perfume smells like bergamot and amberwood while her pale green eyes roam her physical and spiritual body, it was overwhelming.

The woman finally leans back in her chair, taking a sip of her whiskey that was order before speaking. “Tell me,” She sighs. “Why are you here?” 

Clarissa takes a deep breath, before answering. “I don’t want to go home just yet.” 

“Oh...is hubby not so good in bed, or is it the temper?” She mocks. 

Clarissa shrugs. “I love him but...his temper, his ego...the need to be better than everyone is taking away everything I loved about him.” She paused, removing her glasses while keeping her eyes on the counter.

The redhead holds out her hand, enticing the blonde to shake it. “Leonora. Leonora Lesso.” Clarissa stared at her hand for a moment before cautiously taking it, her pale hands were soft, perfectly manicured with black polish.

Clarissa brought her eyes back to Leonora’s, completely mesmerized by the aura she exuded; she couldn’t seem to bring herself to pull away, no matter the guilt quietly building in the back of her mind, the warmth in her stomach was somehow stronger.

“Would you like to...find something more entertaining to do?” Leonora gestures to the exit, standing up and holding out her hand for the blonde.

Every reason and excuse ran through Clarissa’s mind as she contemplated the offer, it was enticing. “Depends...what you’d have in mind for entertainment ?” She smiled, taking her hand. 

Leonora smiled, tilting her head. 

Here's the rest of the work, hope you guys enjoyed.

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[the-crow-binary]

"Overbearing, he bends to no one's will"

So Dracula is a bratty bottom?

Deep inhale

Year 1094: Mathias Cronqvist loses his wife. In his rage and grief, he goes on to "betray God" by hurting everyone around him and achieve eternal life. He then asks, pretty much plead with Leon to understand and join him. Bratty Bottom behavior.

Somewhere before 1476: Mathias meets Lisa with who he falls in love, to the point it momentarily brings his humanity back. Bottom. Lisa dies and he gets angry, change his name into Dracula, and plot revenge against mankind this time, like he did against God so many years ago. Bratty.

Year 1476: His behavior leads Hector to betray him. He gets hurt and even more angry (even before being 100% sure it's a betrayal), sending Isaac after him, ordering him to bring him back if he is alive so he can basically torture him because he just can't bear being betrayed. Bratty but also Bottom because he seemed to care a big lot about Hector. Like. A big big lot. 🙂 Trevor and friends arrive and kick his ass, so he curse the land in return. Bratty.

Year 1479: He comes back to life and immediately goes "Hector! Why did you betray me ? ):< Humans suck and you should know it already. ):<". Then he gets defeated again and goes "I don't care my curse wille still destroy the stupid humans ):<". Then Hector goes "Nuh-huh! I can reverse it!", and he proceeds to die in a scream. Bratty Bottom.

Year 1576 to 1591: He comes back to life again wich is already very bratty of him. Fights Christopher a first time, makes him believe he died when not really, waits for the perfect moment to strike again, then years later, kidnaps his son. He then proceed to make father and son fight against each other. Bratty. And also Bottom because I bet he wanted to become Soleil's second dad.

Year 1691 to 1698: Comes back to life, sees Simon wich would turn any man into a bottom, and not only does he cast a curse on the land AGAIN upon being defeated, but he curses Simon, SPECIFICALLY, as well. What a brat. Then Simon accidentally brought him back again and killed him again. Bottom.

Year 1748: Bro did not even actually resurrect and he still managed to be an ass a menace through his wraith. Bratty. He then talks about drinking Juste's blood to make himself "whole again", literally saying he needs to fill himself with a Belmont('s life) to live, like bro. Bottom. 😏

Year 1792: "Blablabla it's not MY fault I came back to life, it's the HUMANS' " How can you be brattier and bottomer than by having a whole philosophical conversation with your sworn ennemy about how you have no control over your resurrections it's just that people are asses. 🙄 (Dracula even has Richter dolls all around his castle for Marie to collect like bro just marry the clan already)

Year 1797: He starts as bratty as usual but then Alucard reminds him of the bottomness Lisa woke up in him, and he calms down. Less Bratty as he dies with regrets, but still very Bottom of him.

19th century: He comes back to life more corrupted than ever. Proceeds to flirt with Shanoa, then underestimate and kinda mock her, only for her to defeat him with his own power. The balance between Brattiness and Bottomness has been corrupted as well in favor of the Brattiness, but his inner Bottom is never too far.

Year 1897: Comes back to life. Gets killed by Quich Morris, but mortally wounds him as well. Bratty Bottom.

Year 1917: You have to be the biggest of Brats if it takes a whole world war to resurrect you. And yet, a big Bottom if it doesn't even prevent you from immediately getting killed again lol.

Year 1944: Came back to life not at full power. Fought alongside his eternal hubby, even fusing with him (so fighting with Death inside him 😏), and still lost to two kids. Got killed by the sun, after musing that he will regain his full power one day and that they'll see who will have the last laugh. Bratty Bottom.

Year 1999: Julius topped that man so hard he never recovered from it again. The end of the Bratty Bottom millenia-long terror.

It took Death using books about how much of a Bratty Bottom his dead husband has been to bring him back again in GoS. So, of course, he was still a Brat who wanted to play with his ennemies by fighting them, and a Bottom who let Death penetrate fuse with him to use his powers like they did back in 1944.

So, to answer your question... yes. Dracula is a Bratty Bottom. Always has been. I'd say that his whole job is to be a pain in the ass of everyone, but he's too much of a Bottom for that. 🤭

[selene-tempest]

It's the 28th of October, which means it's the hubby's birthday!

When faced with the inevitable question of "what do you want to do for your birthday?" he once again just shrugged, said he didn't want to do anything special and left. Freakin' typical. Now I was stuck trying to come up with something that he'll love as well as not expect and therefore be unable to ban me from organising it before it's too late to cancel. 

I had to come up with something, and fast.

But, I am nothing but a determined wifey, and so I dragged up his online calendar (OK, I admit I got EOS to do it, sue me) and stared at it for a few minutes waiting for inspiration to strike. Spoiler, it did not. There was no lightning bolt blessing from Zeus, there was no glorious angelic chorus as an idea bloomed into perfect form in my noggin. But, as I watched, a new entry popped up, a request for a guest lecture spot at the University of Manchester to talk to their new intakes on their Space Science and Astrophysics degree. This I could work with…

TO THE GOOGLE!

Since hubby is the hubby, and in being the hubby that means he likes to go places that are mentally stimulating as well as pleasing to the eyeballs, I once again had my work cut out for me. 

But a half hour of frantic internet searching later and I'd finally settled on the very historic (so happy hubby) and the very spooky (so happy me) city of York that was near enough to Manchester that we could have ourselves a little mini-break and I could finally adopt a cute little ghost! Yay!

I ran to the bestie (who cares that he was busy halfway up One's nose cone at the time?) and screamed up at him that I was formally requesting time off but not to tell John. 

After he recovered from the shock of being yelled at while so high up (he was on a line, don't stress) he mumbled an assurance that he'd "make it work" which is Scott speak for "OK, I'll sort it if you just go away and leave me in peace". Job done!

All I had to do was book train tickets, a beautiful but quiet hotel (preferably haunted but not a requirement) and look up some things to do. I got this shit.

Cut to a week and a half later, and one very successful (like there was ever any doubt) lecture done and dusted, we were on the train and speeding away for a midweek break of fun.

Since this weekend was a surprise, John had only packed enough for two days away, and knowing how conservatively he packs I knew that we'd never be able to make it stretch. I tried to pack more for him in my case but he got suspicious (damn him and his ability to observe everything so closely) and I gave up, packed my own stuff and vowed to buy him new clothes as part of his birthday present. I've learned to work with what I have.

Wrestling him onto the train was harder than I had expected. He didn't believe my "oh wouldn't it be so fun and romantic to just not go home yet and be spontaneous?" bullshit and I was forced to admit that it was indeed a birthday treat and that it was already booked, everything was taken care of, we would have somewhere to sleep that night and Scott was aware and to not even think about checking in on Five you shit!

He was grumpy, but that was to be expected. You don't blindside the man who organises everything and not get some backlash. But that's easily remedied with kisses and promises of all the fun, but educational, things we'll be doing, then you pull up an itemised schedule for him to peruse and he's fine.

The first thing we did was find our hotel and drop off our bags. I'd picked one that was nice and old, but also had modern amenities (we like that blend) but near enough to the city centre to be able to walk most places. John loves to walk, which is probably due to him spending so much time on Five and knowing the island like the back of his hand. If we get off island for anything he'll be dragging me off on a walk somewhere to explore. 

Our hotel, Dean Court, boasts its famous "Mad Maid" ghost who is often seen roaming the halls, cleaning supplies in tow, grimacing and grumping. Honestly, I don't blame her, imagine spending your life cleaning and then have to do it in your afterlife too? Kinda sucks, I'd definitely be asking for an upgrade, not just slamming doors, giving people a cold chill and occasionally sitting on them. This was gonna go one of two ways, John would wake up in the middle of the night to find me chatting to the ghost like a paranormal therapist (again) or the ghost would recognise my ability to kick her out and leave us the hell alone. Only time would tell but I hoped for his sake it was the latter, he needs the rest.

Conveniently the hotel was pretty much next door to York Minster, a beautiful and gothic cathedral with stained glass to die for and lots of history which was lovely to wander around. So after checking into our room we made the most of the remaining time before dinner to check it out as well as the museum in the basement, called the Undercroft, where we saw the remains of the Roman fortress the minster was built on, as well as illuminated manuscripts, and artefacts found around the area. We also checked out the library, because John is as drawn to books as I am to spooky things and this was his birthday trip, so I let him get lost in there for a while. But I did steal a little kiss at one point which a kind person managed to snap a picture of and send to me.

Dinner was lovely, nice and relaxed in a quiet little pub style restaurant which will always be our go-to over a fancy place where we have to get dressed up. We want wholesome, home cooked food (that isn't Grandma's), with big portions so we can try each other's food and to be able to easily relocate to a snug area for drinks around the fire. 

As it turned out, our first night in the hotel was a quiet one, no ghosts, no noisy neighbours (not like that one time in Cambridge where we were next door to a couple that seemed to think arguing was the only acceptable form of foreplay and liked to scream at the top of their lungs in two ways). The bed was squishy soft, there were enough pillows that I didn't have to raid reception and it was cosy enough that we didn't need to sleep in thick pyjamas (always a worry in England after an extended period on the Island). Hubby was asleep the second his head hit the pillow and I read quietly for half an hour before snuggling up, stealing his warmth, and drifting off myself.

The next morning provided an all you can eat breakfast buffet. So with full bellies and a happy me, we were fully fueled for our next adventure… ghost shopping!

I'd heard about the beautifully old street named the Shambles, rumoured to have been the inspiration for Harry Potter's Diagon Alley, and I knew they had a little shop there called the York Ghost Merchants where you could buy a handmade "lucky ghost". Did I buy just one? Of course not! We are coming home with ghosts for everyone! Mine was this adorable little purple thing with drippy black eyes like it's been crying and I fell in love straight away. John got a plain little ghost in white, very traditional. I named them Brad and Janet, which he rolled his eyes at but knew better than to try to convince me otherwise.

As we were wandering the shambles (and I was filling my bag with souvenirs as I am nothing but British) I remembered that hubby was in need of clothes since I'd basically kidnapped him. I dragged him into the Edinburgh wool mill, because he gets chilly and needs the good shit. That and I happen to think he looks delicious in librarian chic and so tweed was the way to go. He blames this on the fact that I'm currently rewatching Buffy the Vampire Slayer for the 8th time and that Giles has inspired me, but if I was inspired by Buffy he'd have bleached blond hair and a leather jacket by now. 

He agreed to the clothing because he's getting more and more requests for lectures and appearances in academic settings and since we got married people keep uploading pictures of him and even he worries that they will work out that he only has two jackets and start to comment on it. Sometimes I worry that I'm having too much of an influence on him, then I remember that I'm awesome and that any influence could only be a good thing.

We also found a wool and cashmere shop and a little vintage shop where I picked up a few things for my growing hippie collection and a gorgeous shawl that I can't stop stroking. A generic brand shop provided essential underwear and socks for the fussy hubby and we were off, dumping our spoils at the hotel before heading out again.

The afternoon was spent in a quiet little reading cafe where you could drink coffee and curl up with a book. One thing I love about John is that he knows the value of silence, even when he thinks I don't. I might be loud and proud a lot of the time, the social butterfly to his grumpy caterpillar, but even I find too much peopling draining and need to recharge. He is always happy to have me squished up against him but not paying him the slightest bit of attention (unless, like today, I happen to read a particularly interesting spicy scene and feel the need to shove it in his face and waggle my eyebrows at him until he gets the message). I love that he never questions how much I adore him and doesn't equate me giving him my full attention all day every day with my devotion level. He's fine with me ignoring him and I'm fine (mostly) with him doing the same. 

For some reason (probably a John specific one relating to his desire to be in control of almost every situation) he decided that he would not be the only one surprised on this trip and waved tickets for a ghostly bus tour under my nose at dinner. An old fashioned double decker bus, a chilly evening, a beautiful city and a knowledgeable guide made it one of the best parts of the trip. I like ghosts, he likes the history, we blend. 

Another peaceful night with no noisy neighbours or ghostly visitors meant that we were (for once) both fully charged and not in the slightest bit tired for our last full day.

We went out for breakfast even though the hotel provided a good one but we stuck close to the hotel in the morning and checked out the Treasures house, which was near the Minster. Beautiful house, beautiful gardens, and a Roman soldier ghost that waved at me from over a wall. What's not to love?

After a midmorning snack we hopped into a taxi and went to York Castle Museum. I love castles (tell me anyone who doesn't have the urge to pretend they are royal now and then and I'll call bullshit). I love the feel of the energy in the bricks and the items inside. We got to see the cell in which Dick Turpin had been kept and a recreation of a 1918 street complete with actors dressed up and things to buy (of which I bought many). Living history is something I really vibe with, it's so good to see it being played out in front of you rather than just seeing pictures or reading about it in books. 

There was supposed to be an Edwardian ghost in there but it was either his day off or he had had enough of crowds and wasn't in the mood to socialise. John said he understood that more than he should and that we'd obviously been married too long if he was now identifying with ghosts. Can't say he's wrong.

Dropped back at our hotel by another taxi, we found ourselves at a loose end and asked the receptionist to recommend something to do that night. She gave us many good recommendations, and John made notes on things we'd try if we came back (which I'm planning on) but eventually settled on a relaxing floodlit river cruise on the Ouse. 

York is a gorgeous city by day but it becomes truly magical at night. The lights of the buildings sparkled on the water and there is just something truly special about seeing such historic buildings, surrounded by trees and river banks, as the sun sets and twilight blankets the world before full darkness sets in. We took so many pictures that we know Virgil is gonna steal to paint. There was no guide on this cruise, just us and a few other passengers dotted here and there so we could sit quietly on our own and talk without bothering anyone while soaking in the atmosphere and the sights.

Another meal in a little old pub where a lone guy and his guitar helped create a cosy atmosphere, and it was back to the hotel. I made sure to yell into the hallway that I would not be accepting any ghostly visitors that night either and if Miss Grumpy Maid was around she listened and left us in peace. Feeling less tired and more relaxed than normal meant a nightcap from the minibar and said squishy bed were enjoyed for more than sleeping (eyebrow wiggles and book shoving for the win!)

We had a few hours to kill before our train the next day and I selflessly didn't dive straight into the chakra therapy centre by the train station. Instead, we opted to leave our bags in a locker at the station, grab some lunch to act as a picnic and check out the nearby Yorkshire museum and gardens.

Autumn was the vibe of the day and I have to say I couldn't have planned it better. Chilly sunshine, red, gold, and orange dressed trees, and Roman ruins make my little heathen heart sing. 

On the trip back to London I had a cheerfully chilled hubby who had had so much history in such a short space of time that he couldn't stop flicking through the photos and smiling, which was all I wanted. I'm doing the same as I snapped so many pictures of him when he wasn't looking that I've got phone backgrounds for the next year!

John often needs a break more than anyone as he's not confined to flight hours and mandatory breaks, if we let him he'd keep going until he drops. So I take my job as wife and nagger very seriously, he's learned to live with it and sometimes, just occasionally, it means we get to enjoy times like these which will provide us with many wonderful memories to keep us going during the busy times, the not seeing each other enough times and probably when we're too old and tired to do it again. 

Making the most of time together is always important but, while this was definitely supposed to be a birthday trip for him, I got a lot out of it too. I got to see him relax, sleep deeply, eat well and laugh lots, even if he does suspect that I may have had an ulterior motive of turning this into a dark academia photoshoot… 

Happy birthday, baby! @i-t-guy-in-the-sky . Love you always!

(close ups of pictures available on request because I know he's freaking gorgeous!)

[hazbmymhotel]

CHAPTER 7 BITCHES

I SHOULD LET MY WIFE BETA

But we GOT GORE THIS CHAPTER. Seriously. Blood, guts, etc

Chapter 7) What Can and Can't Be Undone

“Angel, fucking breathe,” Husk told him as they stalked back into the warehouse.

“I ain't…I fuckin’ can't believe I let him do that to me again. It's the oldest fuckin’ trick in the book,” Angel tried to keep his voice down as he panicked.

“It's not like a tool like that hasn't been littered all over Hell before,” Husk said in a hushed tone. He grabbed Angel’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “With luck, he thinks it's just a fuckin’ knife.”

Angel pushed his hair out of his face and grimaced. “Yeah, you're right, you're right.” He let out a shaky breath.

“The Don must be a real asshole to have you this worked up,” Husk kissed his fingers.

“Yeah. I guess I am,” said a massive spider from behind them. “Angel Dust. Is this the new hubby I just heard about? You’s didn't even think to introduce us?”

Angel felt his insides run cold. He whipped around and started to back away. “Oh. Dad. Hi. How, uh, how're you doin’?”

Husk pushed Angel behind him and spread his wings. “Good afternoon,” he growled. “Call me Husker.”

“Oh. I know who you’s are. You're that fuckin’ overlord that sold himself to The Radio Demon. Real fuckin' good pick, Angel, smart. You sure did go from a porn dealer to a goddamn loser.”

Angel felt small. “I..” he would have felt so powerful with some coke in him, but instead he was crumpling.

“Fuckin' talk to me if you're going to be a little bitch about it, old man,” Husk bristled.

“No, no, he didn't mean that, Dad,” Angel hurried in front of Husk. “He's just frustrated. Arackniss took his, his lucky deck. Those cards mean a lot to him, see?” Angel shrieked as the Don brought his hand back, smacking him across the face in a firm strike.

“The men are talking, Angel,” he challenged. Husk froze, taking in the scene. What could he do here? Husk's tail whipped back and forth, even as Angel sat up, holding his face.

“Here. I'm a fair man.” The Don pulled out Husker’s card case, tossing it into his hands. “Why don't you’s give it your best shot. From what I recall, Husker, you's was always a pussy.”

Husk growled and pulled five cards into his hand.

“Little playin’ cards,” The Don tutted as he pulled out Angel’s knife. “I wonder how they'll fair against angelic steel.” He turned it in his hands calmly. “I'm sure you’s know what this can do by now, huh? What with that silly hotel’s showdown with heaven.”

Husk bared his teeth.

“Go ahead,” the massive spider said again. “C'mon. Let's see it. Let's see how the pussycat handled an angel.”

“Fine.” Husk threw the cards, quickly grabbing dice from his pocket for a follow through.

Angel pushed onto his feet and wiped the blood from his lips. “Sonovabitch.” He pulled out his guns, trying not to shake from his withdrawals or his deep-gutted fear. He aimed, and let out a yelp as Arackniss shot him from behind.

“You fuckin' dick!” Angel yelled, turning and shooting at Arackniss as blood poured out of his side. “You piece of shit!” He yelled as his older brother dodged behind a pillar.

“You good Angel?” Husk asked, launching his dice at The Don’s broad chest. His ears flattened as the explosions did nothing to pierce his skin.

“Oh, don't worry about him,” the beast of a man said, swiping at Husk with speed. “Worry about Daddy.”

Husk flung another card, wincing as it was sliced in half by the blade. He ducked out of the way, scurrying between The Don's legs and tossing another card at his back. It sliced, but not enough to mean anything.

“Oh, wookit. A paper cut,” The Don mocked with his grizzly teeth. “You gotta do better than that.”

Angel rushed at Arackniss, shooting at his legs. “I can't believe you fuckin’ stole my stuff again!!” He slammed the butt of his gun into his brother's face, somewhat pleased when blood gushed out of his nose. “I should fuckin’ kill you for that!”

“Hey! Don't be so sore, it's my job!” Arackniss punched at him, trying to get a grip on Angel’s fur. “It's not my fault you's was never a good pickpocket!”

“I'll cut off your fuckin’ hands!!!” Angel shot again. He turned a gun, aiming at his father.

“What a crybaby!” Arackniss wheezed, panicking as he was forced backwards. “I'm just doin’ my job!!”

Angel shot a few times, daring to look and make sure he wasn't shooting Husk. “Hah!’ He smirked as a bullet hit his father in the chest, but then he gasped, “huh??” He choked as it felt like his throat was being pulled downwards.

“Wh-what?” Angel’s eyes went wide as he stared at Arackniss’ hands. They gripped his fur and pulled back, a string in his fingers. “What are you…?” He coughed out blood as Arackniss gave a tug, his stomach splitting open. “Nickie!!”

Husk had felt like he might win this! Angel had successfully hit the brute with a spray of bullets, leaving blood coating his own fur. It didn't matter, since he wanted to fucking kill this man for laying a hand on Angel.

Husk aimed a card at his face, but stopped when he stepped in something wet and squishy. He turned his head, unprepared for the horror that met him.

Angel had fallen to his knees and was clutching onto a line of intestines. The other portion of his internal organ was taut in Arackniss' hands.

“NO!” Husk whipped the card at Arackniss' throat, turning fully away from The Don in order to leap at the smaller spider.

Angel choked on his blood, reaching out uselessly as Husk tackled his brother down. He mouthed, ‘wait,’ with no use. He doubled over as the string was finally loosened.

“Get the fuck offa me!!!” Arackniss screamed.

Husk saw Angel. He saw his face. He saw the panic in his face and misread it as fear for Angel's life.

“Hah!” The Don bellowed, “take him out!” He brandished the knife excitedly, using it to gesture.

Angel coughed another bubble of blood, gasping for air as he watched Arackniss catch a feather…just a feather…and started to pull.

Husk flapped, making distance between them, and hit the floor in a spray of blood. Feathers flew from his body as a trail of a red string whipped from his back.

Angel felt like time slowed down. He searched the floor, grabbing the blood soaked twine that had been yanked from his own stomach. Working purely on instinct, Angel knotted the length, grunting as his middle felt like it zipped close. Adrenaline surged through him as he searched the room. The glint of angelic steel caught his eyes.

Angel inhaled sharply and tossed his body back, kicking his phenomenally long legs into the air. The knife clattered to the floor as his foot made contact with his father's hand.

Scrambling on all fours, Angel grabbed the knife and slashed at the air. He didn't hear Husk screaming as he severed the string. He didn't hear The Don swear as he sliced through his leg, dropping the limb onto the floor. He didn't hear Arackniss shout in fear when he plunged the blade into half of his face.

Instead, he blinked, halfway down the road. Angel remembered seeing his phone in one hand. Several arms clutched Husk to his own stomach, using the smaller body to hold himself together.

“Charlie?” Angel asked, pretty sure he was staring at the ceiling of the hotel limo.

“Oh my gosh, Angel, oh my gosh, what happened?!” She held his hand firmly. “You're okay! It's okay!”

“Almost there!” Vaggie called back.

“Blood?” Angel asked, eyebrows knit together.

“I dunno how to fix it!” Niffty announced, absolutely drenched.

Alastor sighed in disdain. “Ffffine.” He lifted his cane and brought it down where Angel couldn't see.

Angel sat up fast as he heard Husk scream. He reached out, fumbling to tie the severed string dangling on the limo floor.

“No!!!” Angel breathed hard, staring in confusion at the blanket across his lap. In one of his arms was an IV. “What's goin’ on here?”

“Oh, good, you're awake,” Valentino said eagerly from his chair. “Since you're all drugged up on morphine, do you think I could get you to sign this?” He held a paper out to him, tapping it with a pen.

“Nnnn…no?” Angel leaned back into his pillows. “I'm sick?”

“Yes. Sick of not working in porn, darling. Sign here?” Valentino asked again, head whipping around when the door opened.

“You!” Vaggie shouted. “I've already kicked you outta here today! Out!! What the fuck!!!” She threatened him out the door with her spear.

“Fine, fine!” Valentino huffed. He paused in the doorway. “You know …even though you have no tits, an actual angel would be interesting in a movie-Nonono!” He dodged the spear and rushed down the hallway.

Angel laughed weakly, wincing. “Vaggie?”

Vaggie grunted at the closed door, but instead turned to Angel Dust. “Hey. How're you doing?” She walked to his bedside.

“Confused…my guts hurt.”

“Yeah, it took you a couple days to pull yourself together…” Vaggie fidgeted with her weapon. “Your, uh, your insides were closed out of your body? They couldn't figure it out, so they just cut them off and let you regenerate.”

Angel looked dumbfounded. “My insides?” He considered. “Does that mean another me is growin’ around what they took off?”

Vaggie stared at him, grimacing, “...Nnnno?”

“Oh.” Angel felt so high, but not in the way he usually liked. This felt more floaty, like it was hard t’think. “Why were my guts gone?”

“You should really fucking tell me that, Angel! What were you and Husk doing?!”

“Husk?”

“Uh, Yes??” Vaggie groaned. “You were both a mess!! He only stopped…I dunno, disintegrating after you waved your hands around a bunch?! I'm still finding feathers in the limo!”

“Feathers?!” Angel felt like he was punched in the chest. “Is he okay?!”

Vaggie pursed her lips.

“Vagina!” Angel shouted.

“He's…stable.”

Angel relaxed, if only slightly. “But??”

“Some…pieces aren't regenerating yet. They might never. You had an angelic knife when we found you…is that what did the damage?”

“No,” Angel frowned, trying to remember. “No…it was…My brother yanked on him?” He looked down at his stomach, covered with bandages. “He ripped me apart.” He worried his hand over his throat, feeling the invisible weight of Husk’s chain around his neck. That was a relief.

“Your brother?” Vaggie gripped her spear. “Is he a threat?”

“Honestly, I didn't think so…” Angel said. “I thought it was my father who was the problem.” He chewed his lip. “Can I see him?”

“I'd like to say no…” Vaggie said, “but I already know you'll be a pain in the ass. I'll call your nurse.”

In moments, an elderly looking imp entered the room. “Hi, sweetie, finally awake! Hungry?” She asked. Poking in behind her was Valentino.

“Hey!!” Vaggie ran at him. Angel enjoyed hearing Val yelp as he disappeared, followed by Vaggie's angry frame.

It didn't take long for Angel to move into a wheelchair. “It doesn't hurt that bad,” he promised the nurse as she strapped him in. “I'm just tired mostly.”

“It's a precaution, miss Dust,” the elderly imp said and wheeled him down the hall.

Angel felt more and more nervous the more they traveled. He worried that somehow Husk was dead, and that no one was willing to tell him. What if they went to the morgue? Did hell have morgues? Maybe it was full of hellhounds and imps, but souls just disappeared.

“How far is it?” Angel asked after what felt like forever.

“Right here,” the imp chuckled softly. She knocked before opening the door. Angel saw Charlie first, since she ran to see him, blocking his fucking view. He tried to look around her, finding the belts and IV holding him into the chair.

“Charlie. Good to see ya, toots. Fuckin’ move.” Angel hissed.

“My, you're still so rude,” Alastor tutted from across the room.

“Oh!! Sorry, sorry! I'm glad you're up!” Charlie beamed regardless, stepping out of the way. “Where's Vaggie?”

“Killin’ bugs,” Angel said flatly.

“WITHOUT ME?” Niffty rushed from the room, past the nurse’s legs. Charlie groaned, as though this had been an ongoing issue. But Angel didn't have the mind to care. His heart leapt into his throat.

Husk looked so small. He stared out the window, a hollow expression on his face.

“Miss Nurse…get me over to my husband already. Charlie…Creepy fuck face…could you please get the fuck outta here?”

“Yea…I have to go get Niffty before she attacks another patient,” Charlie sighed. “I'll be back, okay? Okay. I'll be back,” she said again, stepping past the wheelchair.

“I have an appointment, anyway,” Alastor sneered. He disappeared into the shadows.

Angel’s breath was shaky as he was parked by the bed.

“Use the call button when you're done, dear…or if either of you need anything,” the old woman clicked on her hooves out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Angel watched Husk in silence. He slowly reached out, cupping two of his hands around his paw. “Husker?”

Husk’s ears flattened back as he stared at a trash fire outside.

“Husk?” Angel asked again. “Kitten?” No response. “Babycakes?” No. He brought Husk's paw to his face, kissing the back of it. “Amorino??” Kiss, kiss, kiss. “Mostriciattolo???”

Husk snorted, starting to laugh. He turned to look at Angel, then paused, surprised. “You look fine,” he breathed in relief.

“Yeah, ‘course I'm fine! All fixed up for the most part!” Angel laid his cheek on Husk's paw. “You seem okay…” but something seemed off. “Are you…okay?”

Husk let out another breathy laugh, but the sound quickly devolving into faster breaths before forming into shuddering sobs.

“Oh! Oh, fuck! No? You're not fine? They, they said you were hurt? Where are you hurt?” Angel asked quickly.

Husk shook his head, turning his paw to cup Angel’s face. He dropped his head as his shoulders heaved.

“Husker, he hurt you bad???” Angel fumbled out of his belts, releasing himself from the chair. He climbed into Husk’s bed, letting an arm hang off the bed to stay close to his IV. “C’mere, it's okay, I'm here.” He hugged the cat into his chest, petting over his back warmly.

“Husker–oh.” Angel’s insides ran cold. ���Oh my God.” He realized very little was in the way of his comforting Husk. Limply hanging off of one side of his back was only half of a wing, and nothing else. “Oh my God,” he repeated, feeling tears well in his own eyes.

Husk shook his head again, trying to tuck the little scrap of wing into himself. “You're okay, you're okay,” he cried.

“Husker, I'm fine! You've been fuckin’ mangled! It's my fault!!” Angel gingerly touched the appendage.

“No, no, shh!” Husk tried, starting to laugh again at the ridiculousness of them trying to comfort each other.

“Why the fuck are you laughin’?! This isn't funny!!” Angel was hysterical, but he began to giggle as well.

Husk pressed his face into Angel’s chest fluff, wiping his tears into the fur as he finally relaxed. “I'm a mess.”

“Yea.” Angel leaned back into the pillow, keeping Husk held to him. “You're a fuckin’ mess,” he agreed. He petted Husk's head, scratching behind his ear.

Husk nestled as close as he could. His tail curled around Angel’s thigh.

Angel watched him until his own eyelids felt heavy. He jolted awake for just a moment, hearing Vaggie shouting to “GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!” He smiled softly at the sound of Val yelling in protest, pressing his face between Husk’s ears.

[zhongrin]

CHERRY OH MY GOSH WAIT TUMBLR IS SO CRIMINAL FOR NOT NOTIFYING ME ABOUT THIS HADJFLHKALJSDKLJASKLDJALKSD OH MY GOD CHERRY DOODLES???????? I'M SO HONORED 😭🫶🏻

yeah, i think there's smth wrong with tumblr notifs these days it didn't show me you answered my ask i was so hyped about it :< dw tho, i'm glad you loved it SO MUCH!! <333 aww, love you mei <333

THE DRAGON FORM IS SO CUTE?????? HE LOOKS SO FLUFFY?????????? I WANT TO SQUISH!!!!!!! hi hubby hello sorry you're not allowed to sleep with me in your human form anymore i only accept your floofy dragon form /silly

the charm of floof dragon li strikes again 😂

ALSO SDHLFJSDKFJSLKD PLS the way i'm just holding the kids by their scruff of the neck like a momma cat HAHAHAHAHAH I'M CRYING HELP....... oh he's so going to give me them wet hatchling eyes to plead innocent, i can already see myself crumbling.........

actually yk, i'm 100% convinced this man has zero shame he would do literally anything to avoid your anger and to keep you happy so whenever you're mad, he would turn into his dragon form and give puppy eyes 😌✨

i enjoyed drawing it too!! i realized i never tried drawing dragons and then thought who would appreciate dragons the most so yeah XD

tumblr doing us dirty rahhh >:T

i think he would utilize it far too many times.... i'm so weak to animals. and cute animals? bane of my existence lol i've scared my friend from quite literally tearing up when i saw someone walking a corgi in the city

you did such an amazing job!! i adore it so much hehe the floof.... i want to bury my face in it...... i'll most definitely help him with drying the floof™️ after baths and brushing it so it's all silky and soft hehehe ᰔᩚ

[fancycolours]

A back view shot of my hubby! Lookit how cute he looks on the riser behind his keyboard! 🥰 And the turtleneck strikes again! ❤

[kyunniebuns]

fanboy jin woo anon here at it again

LMAO THE SYLUS AND JIN WOO FIC GOT ME CRACKLING AND WHEEZING CUZ THE SLANDER PERSONAL AT THAT POINT LMAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOJJVNVJNWGIJVNWLHNGLHJRG 😭💀💀😭💀😭💀😭😭💀😭💀😭💀😭💀😭💀😭💀😭💀😭💀😭💀😭💀😭💀😭💀😭💀

jin woo calling santa goofy ah ah MNXIBWUDLIQEBFOUBFVOHBFVHJFLJVHBHBLJBLHJ THEY GET LIKE KIDS FIGHTING FOR A TOY I CANT CJEIFNOUIQNOFOFUFNJNCKJSNCKJN

god wish i could send in memes but reader's just that one simpson meme where the kid goes "*giggles* i'm in danger" AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHHAHAHAHAHJAHJBSHBASHBKSBVKHABVKVS

amazing fic as always, PLS REMEMBER TO DRINK WATER OK OK BYE BYE NOW

HELLO ANNONNNIIIEEEE!!! Please I was so hyper at the time and when I was playing Sylus's routes I developed a bratty little sister personality with him and my mind developed insults and therefore because hubby woowoo is a sassy lil princess I went hehehehehehehehheheeh AND HE RLLY DID STRIKE ME AS SANTA BUT DARK MODE LIKE HOH U SEE HIS OUTFIT? HIS HAIR???

Sylus screams "Hohohohohohohooh mtf" JSJEHWUEUWWJ

So glad u enjoyed my silly lil fic heheheheh!!! Ty for always supporting me annonnie><

[moved-to-satoruswaifu]

OMG HAPPY ANNIVERSARY I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU <3333 here's some questions hehe >:3c 🐶🐹🐼

WAAAH THANK YOU NICK !!! x3 ♡

🐶; What was it like to plan the wedding? Was there anything you were struggling to agree on?

“Mh, I think my brain somehow erased whatever was the most stressful about planning the wedding… I do remember that there was something.”

Sera taps her chin in thought. Better to remember just how perfect and magical it was in the end.

“We didn’t struggle to agree on colours or food or anything… you wanted to have a traditional Japanese wedding, at first, but then we decided to give it a more modern flair…” Her husband chimes in, leaning against her side. When Sera looks up at Satoru and his smile that screams ‘i know something,’ a memory suddenly strikes her.

“Oh god, the venue!“

“There it is…”

“We didn’t have a venue for the longest time. Not because we couldn’t agree on one, but because nothing I liked was available. When it got to a point where I cried because I was so frustrated, Satoru somehow managed to arrange it within a day.”

“Such a great husband, aren’t I?”

🐹; Ever thought or talked about having children? What’s your opinion on it? When do you think would be the right time?

Sera’s eyes are as wide as saucers when faced with the question. Satoru’s grip around her hand tightens momentarily. It’s silent for a moment.

“Heh… good question.”

The grin on his face causes Sera’s cheeks to flush red. He holds her tighter, so that she is all squished against his side.

“We talked about it. Once. I… would like to have children one day. I’m just… a little scared of all that would entail…”

“Mhm, that’s okay sweets. You know that,” Satoru turns his attention to the question again, “Now wouldn’t be the right time, anyway. Maybe in a few years. No need to rush.”

He doesn’t really show his enthusiasm, not wanting to accidentally put pressure on Sera — but there is nothing he wants more than to build a family with her. The sheer thought fills him with immeasurable excitement.

🐼; Time to be creative! Mix S/I’s and F/O’s favourite colours and make a moodboard for your relationship based on it!

“Well, we both like blue.” Satoru shrugs, then points at the upper row of the pictures. “I just picked these because they remind me of Sera. She likes teddy bears, has a whole bunch of them. She’s my baby and her favourite place is London… and she’s also a little spoiled, which is probably my fault, hehe…”

“Thanks, hubby.” She pouts. “Satoru has a sweet tooth, his favourite flowers are lotus, and we actually both like to listen to music. So I guess the last one fits both of us? I’m actually not sure if we did this right…”

“You made the questions, so it hardly matters.”