#so for now i have a new bottle of the okay shampoo but next time ill probably get the smelly one it feels nice

[relto]

got a few samples from the pharmacy for my shampoo quest, one of them honestly kinda smells like someone peed into it but it actually does the job omg

[reminiscingtonight]

Surprise Visits (Pt. 2)

Ana-Maria Crnogorčević x Reader

Word Count: 676

A/N: Everyone thank the reign girls for this

Part One

[WOSO Masterlist]

Getting traded while at camp is never a good feeling. 

You’re in the middle of trying to convince Emily not to put dye into Rose’s shampoo bottle when the notification goes off. You don’t think twice about it, or about the way your phone keeps buzzing until you put it on silent without even sparing it a glance. You don’t think about it when the two of you are strolling into a film session, when everyone’s looking at you with wide and pitiful eyes. 

“Did I run over Wilma without knowing?” you whisper to Sonnett, ignoring the snicker and elbow it earns you. 

“Are you okay?” Rose asks instead, ignoring your joke. 

You cock your head at her, confused. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

It makes everyone else uneasy how unbothered you seem to be about the whole thing. 

Sure, knowing you have only a week to pack up your life and move across the country after finishing up in Paris is never the best feeling, but knowing what is waiting for you in rainy Seattle is a much better one. 

The next day when the pictures go up, that’s when the confusion settles in. 

“When did you go down to Seattle?” 

It’s clearly you in the picture, signing the contract, smiling at the camera with a jersey with your last name on the back, touring the stadium. You shrug but say nothing else.

So maybe you’ve known about this trade for a while now. And maybe you took some time to explore the city before you left for the farewell tour. There’s already an apartment with your name on it, perfect for two, and in a nice part of Seattle. 

It settles in then that you never quite got around to telling your friends about this. 

“Oh right… surprise?”

When Seattle announces Ana’s contract days later, Lynn tracks you down before punching you right in the arm. “Ditching us to go be with your wife? Uncalled for.”

You roll your eyes before wiggling your bare hand at her. “No ring, no wife.”

“Yet,” she corrects. “Repeat after me, ‘no ring, no wife yet’.”

When all is said and done and you’re flying to Seattle with a new medal in tow, Ana picks you up at the airport. 

You’ve already told her she didn’t need to, but your girlfriend is nothing if not a gentlewoman so she’s already waiting by the carousel when you get out. 

You all but collapse into her arms, soaking in everything that’s your girlfriend as she tightens her arms around you. There’s a warmth tingling from your head where she’s planted a kiss, and you tighten the grip you have on the back of her shirt. If it was up to you you’d never move, but eventually the exhaustion of nearly a month long tournament catches up to you and you pull back to start wheeling your luggage towards the exit. 

Before you can take another step Ana’s ducking down. 

Your eyes flutter close when she presses the softest kiss against your lips. You sigh out happily, not missing the smile on Ana’s face when the two of you finally pull apart again. 

“You ready to go home?”

It’s not hard to imagine the messy clutter of shoes that will be strewn by the front door, and the inevitable way Ana will get annoyed and chuck them into the closet. The two toothbrushes that will be sitting side by side on the bathroom sink, one in each of your favorite colors. Your king size bed will no longer be too big, forever warm and always smelling like your favorite person. Of course you’re going to need a new place to hide the ring that’s currently sitting in the bottom of a box back in New York but that’s something you can figure out on the fly when you finally get everything moved in. 

You can already imagine just how nice of a life you’re going to have here in Seattle with Ana. 

And all of that sounds… perfect.

You grin. “Let’s go.”

[the-kr8tor]

May I have Bitter Orange in a ⭐ bottle please? The start of R and Hobie being handcuffed together before they turned, with R succumbing to the effects of the virus much faster than Hobie due to his spiderpowers, so for a bit he just watches his love become a husk of who they were before he too is a zombie?

*laughs evily* Yessss I've been waiting for a request exactly like this hwjsjwijsjaj hope you like it!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 3.2k (whoops)

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), description of illness, TW blood, CW injury, TW death, zombie AU, Zombie apocalypse AU. Angst, Hurt/comfort

A prequel to this one shot

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

The air is nice and cool on your face as you walk hand in hand with Hobie in the barren street. There's rows upon rows of abandoned houses, all in different stages of decay from both scavengers trying to survive and time itself proving to be the worst enemy. But it's on your side for now for it has given you infinite time to be with him.

Hobie's hand is suddenly on your scarf, fingers gingerly sliding the fuzzy material up to your chin. He smiles at you, the sun blindingly light behind him. Despite the apocalypse, he still looks just as handsome. He has new shallow scars on his chin where a stubble is slowly growing, hair a bit of a mess but beautiful nonetheless. You've once told him after a lucky find of one whole pound of chocolate pudding that he's apocalypse chic, that he makes the end of the world look good. To which he laughed and shoved a spoonful of chocolate pudding in your mouth. Compared to him you probably look like a mess, you wouldn't know, you've ignored mirrors ever since you ran out of shampoo a few days ago.

“What are you thinkin' ‘bout, gorgeous?” He tugs you closer to him, the crowbar hanging from his backpack clinks against the machete next to it.

“That I really need shampoo, and that you look unfairly handsome in this light.”

Chuckling, he intertwined his fingers around your own. It could mean death for the both of you if the undead suddenly lunges and he doesn't have enough time to take his hand away from you. But he thinks it's alright for him to do, to indulge himself to your touch since the entire place is empty save for a few dead cars and scattered luggages left by people.

“You should see yourself in my eyes, lovie, the greasy hair is doin' a lot for me.”

“Oh yeah? You like it when you pat my head and you get petrol on your hand?”

“We need petrol, d’you think if I bunch up your hair and squeeze it I can collect the oil?”

You nudge him playfully, “you're an ass.”

“Yeah, well, you're stuck with this arse.”

Your mind goes back to your friends and family you've left behind. “Do you think they're okay?”

“'m sure they are, Yuri's got them, and they have Ned, he'll whip them into shape. ‘sides, we're almost at James’, if I was them I'd stay there.” He adjusts his hold on his pack and guitar. “We'll find them.”

You smile, nuzzling his bicep for his own reassurance, knowing that he also worries for them. “You're right. They're probably doing better than us.”

“Yeah,” he pecks the crown of your head. “They're living like kings, I bet.”

You two stop in front of a large house, complete with white marble steps and tall roman columns. “James' dad never had taste, huh?”

Hobie snorts, “his son took all of it. C’mon, then.” He leads you on the porch, trying the door, wishing that it was locked because if it is it means that someone's inside, that they're surviving and waiting for the two of you. To his despair, the door opens without a problem.

Hobie looks back at you having the same expression. “It's okay,” you try to be optimistic, “maybe they left a message for us.”

He nods, “yeah, maybe.” Crossing the abandoned space, he takes his guitar from his back to strum a tune. When he doesn't hear stumbling or any rattling from anywhere inside the house, he continues forward, but his guard is still up. “We might as well get some supplies while we're ‘ere.”

“Yeah, there might be some left in here.” You give him a small smile. “How about we split up? This place is too big, it'll take us forever to comb over this place.”

Hobie considers it for a moment. The place seems pristine except for the furniture and cabinets that are picked clean, so he deems it safe. “Okay, just…” you walk to his side, rubbing his arms, smiling sweetly at him even though he probably doesn't smell the best. “...keep your knife close.”

“I will keep my knife close,” you repeat his words, “and I'll stay alert.” Poking at his chest, you peck the frown off his lips. “And you keep safe.”

He's still apprehensive, but he knows you can hold your own. Taking your face in his hands, he kisses you fully, smooching until you're giggling. “We’ll meet back ‘ere in fifteen.”

“Aye, aye, Cap'n!” You mock salute. “Any special requests?”

“Chocolates.”

“I said a request, not wishful thinking.” You tease, he has an urge to kiss you again.

“Towels, the nice fluffy ones.” You slide your hands away from him, to which he already longs for.

“Got it! I bet James has a ton of them.” You wink, knife in hand, walking away from him.

Hobie watches your retreating back, tamping down his anxieties. He searches upstairs, grinning at James' familiar room. His posters and messy floors remain untouched, the bed still looking like it was tossed around by a tornado. He almost cries at the picture frame on the bedside table containing his band's smiling faces plus you who's embracing him.

Turning the frame around, he takes the picture and pockets it to show to you. After rummaging James' room, he takes a few shirts and pants for him and you. He even finds a pair of silk pajamas that he knows you'll love. A piercing scream echoes around the house, he immediately bolts downstairs, heavy footsteps thudding across marble floors.

You're on your back, fighting for your life while the undead on top of you tried to get a chunk out of you. It all stops when Hobie's guitar connects to the corpse's skull in a sickening crunch of metal and bone.

You scramble away, neck and arm in pain. Hobie's wide eyes meet yours just as when the back door bursts open, revealing a whole horde of the undead. Panicking, he yanks you up, holding your hand, running outside to more of the shambling dead.

“Fuck!”

“Hobie!”

“Just hold on!” His hand is tight around yours, you try to run at his pace, panic in your veins, adrenaline in his.

It feels like you've been running forever, Hobie sees an opening hidden in an alley. He can climb on his own without a ladder but you can't. So he leads you towards the empty alley while the rotten, decayed corpses of once human beings run after you at full speed.

Hobie jumps to take down an emergency ladder, without missing a beat, he grabs your waist and throws you on the ladder. You climb, but the pain in your arm gets worse so you're slower but you still try for him.

The undead finally gets to the alley, you don't dare to look down. Once you're on the rooftop, you peek below to see him struggling to get up the ladder, he's halfway with a handful of zombies dangling on his leg.

You scream his name but it's too late, one of the undead has bitten a chunk of his leg as he tries to kick the former human off the ladder where he's desperately trying to climb to. You wish he didn't run out of web fluid, you wish the world didn't end, you wish the throbbing pain on your arm is just muscle spasm, but the warm crimson seeping out of teeth marks says differently.

With a sickly crunch, the zombie falls down the ladder and into the rotten horde. Hobie climbs up quickly back to you, hands immediately grasping on to you.

“Did it get you?!” You yell, still in denial, frantically checking in hopes that his boot saved him. Your heart falls into your stomach at the sight of broken skin, blood staining your fingers where you hold the hem of his trousers away to get a better look. You're frozen on the spot, tears clinging to your lashes. “Hobie,” you gasp, taking off your scarf to make a makeshift tourniquet around and above the bite. “Fuck—!”

“You okay?!” He does the same to you, heaving, ripping off your sleeves like a madman trying to find the secrets hidden in your skin. He prays that he finds none. His eyes widen, terrified, broken hearted, shaking his head, refusing the fact that you're infected. “No,” he shakes his head again, closing the torn up cloth around the slowly rotting wound. “It's just a scratch, love, y-you’re not—”

“Hobie…” you smile bitterly, eyes mirroring his own. He rips the hem of his shirt, using the cloth to wrap it around your arm, just above the wound in an attempt to stop the spread. He ignores the stinging pain on his leg. “Hobie, stop, it's—”

“We can still stop it!” He yells desperately, tying the cloth tightly. “It's just a scratch.”

“Hobie, please.” You hold his trembling hands, “it has been ten minutes.” He refuses, you squeeze his hand weakly, the virus already taking hold. Slowly killing you. “And—” with trembling hands, you show him the gaping bite on your neck, oozing dark decaying blood. He choked on a sob. “B-but there's a chance for you, your abilities might've made you immune—”

“No, if you're goin’, ‘m goin’” He stands up, not giving up on you. “There's a chemist’s ‘ere, maybe if w-we…” he puts on a brave face amidst the impending doom and rotten flesh that stings his nose. “Maybe there's somethin’ there.” Hand reaching down, you smile up at him, orange and pink hues from the sky dancing around your face. “C-can you get up?” His voice breaks, chest heaving. “I can carry you. Don't make me carry you, love.”

You slide your hand onto his own. “Hobie,” your voice is soft above the mindless groaning below. His eyes beg you to move. So you do. “Okay,” with a single word, you bring him hope.

With divided effort, you both make it towards the roof of the pharmacy. He was uncharacteristically silent the whole way, but his hand never left yours. His eyes never met with your wounds that's slowly festering. You feel it inside you, the fever, the virus that's eating at you, spreading throughout your body, gnawing at every bit of your warmth like a seed taking root. Hobie feels it too, he's terrified that you're experiencing it too. It's his worst fears came to life only because he wasn't fast enough.

Opening the creaky door, he hopes that it's devoid of the undead. Like he's not on the brink of eating flesh, he does his usual prep. He strums his guitar softly to attract any walking corpses waiting behind doors, when none comes out, he cracks the door wider. With his torch, he lights up the way. But he doesn't feel your presence behind him.

Looking over his shoulder was a mistake, he finds you hunched over the doorway, groaning quietly, nails clawing at the throbbing wound around your neck. That's the moment he knew that you'd go out before him. For the first time, he curses his gifts.

Slowly, he crosses the distance towards you, shaking hands grasping your shoulders. You're warm, incredibly warm. “Love?” He could cry, but he doesn't want you to see his sorrow.

You sniff, tears streaming down your face from the pain and the tragedy of it all. You've accepted that you were infected, but not him, you'd take the virus from him too if you could. “I'm s-sorry, so fucking sorry. I should've—”

“Oi, none of that, yeah? You're gonna be fine.” He says it to convince himself. “You'll be back on your feet tomorrow and by then we'll see Yuri and the others.” Nodding, he takes you by your arm, careful of making your wounds worse. There's blood sticking to his clothes, seeping through his clammy skin. He hates the fact that it was yours. Bringing you behind the counter, you almost keep over. “I've got you, I've got you.” He says it against your temple like a prayer.

“H-Hobie.” You sob, salty tears marring your pretty face. “I can't— it hurts.” The gnawing feeling gets worse, as if a chainsaw is ripping you apart from the inside. “It's so hot, I–I can't breathe.”

“O-okay, I'll set you down ‘ere, get you comfortable. There's some fever meds over there. It'll help.” His hazel eyes pleads for anyone, anything that'll help you. He helps you sit down, and you immediately lie down on the cold tiles. “Do you want a blanket?”

“N-no,” you're hot and cold at the same time. “I don't know.” You look up at him, he sees the light in your eyes fading. “I don't feel so good, Hobs.”

Hobie could only look away from you, inhaling, exhaling but it doesn't feel like he's breathing right. He kneels down, setting his guitar next to you, palm placed on your forehead. “This is nothing, love.” He tries to smile, but fails. “Remember when you had the flu?” You nod weakly, “you were a fuckin' beast, you beat it on your own in just a few days.”

Even though you feel your heartbeat going faster and then slowing down in a weird rhythm like a heartbeat monitor going haywire, you smile for him. “I was, wasn't I?”

He rubs your bicep, under his touch, he feels your muscle twitch. “Yeah, you still are.”

You chuckle softly, tears sliding down your cheeks and into the cold tiles. “Okay, get me the meds.”

“That's my girl,” laying his forehead atop yours, he hopes that he'll take your pain away with the simple gesture, but it's futile. “I'll be back, I promise.”

“Don’t make me wait.”

Smiling, he squeezes your arm. “Never.” Standing up, he rummages through the entire place for the pills you need. Crouching down to check under the broken shelves, climbing up on the walls to get a bird's eye view, and all the while ignoring his own pain. It's slim pickings, but he manages to find a single bottle of tylenol that has rolled under a shelf, it's not enough, but it'll do.

With a victorious sigh, he quickly makes it to the counter, rounding the corner, he sees you wheezing, catching your breath and with blood leaking out from your eyes and ears. “No, no, no!” He takes you in his arms, making you sit up. “I've got the meds, love. Oi, open your eyes for me.” You crack one eye open tiredly. “That's it, good job.” He almost cries when you smile at him through the thick fog of illness.

“G-good job,” you murmur, he doesn't know if you're delirious or you're congratulating him for finding the medicine.

“Bottoms up.” He brings two pills to your mouth, to which you gladly take. Giving you his canteen, you drink most of it, downing the tepid water. “That's good, see, you're already gettin' better.”

You shake your head weakly, barely opening your eyes. “Thanks to you, Hobie.”

“Yeah, thanks to me.” He tries to joke but it comes out choked when blood still leaks out of your tear ducts. Sitting next to you, he now feels his temperature rise so he takes the same amount of pills as you.

You lay your head on his shoulder, hand shakily reaching towards his own. “I'm sorry.”

He almost breaks down at your apology. “Nothin' to apologize for, love.” Meeting your hand halfway, he intertwined his fingers with yours, you're cold now, frozen under his hold. “D’you want that blanket now?”

“Please,” you wheeze out.

Hobie obliges, taking a thick blanket from his pack and then draping it around you as if it'll protect you from the infection. “There, nice and cozy, eh?”

“Thank you,” he feels your crimson fall down on his collar. “For everything.”

“None of that, Y/N, please. None of that.”

“I still want to talk to you.” Your voice is soft and small. “I still want to stay with you.”

Hobie brings your intertwined hands to his lips, kissing each knuckle softly. “And we will be, after this—” a sob escapes from him. “After this, we'll be together, yeah? Just like how we talked about.”

“Forever and ever?”

His tears flow freely, “yeah, forever and ever.” After a beat of silence, he fears the worst. “Love?”

You cough, he sighs in relief. “Still here, Hobs, not leaving yet.”

“Not yet,” embracing you, he lays his chin atop your head, you're made comfortable in his hold. Home, you feel like you're back home in his houseboat, watching a shitty romcom while he rambles on about his patrol. You want to be back there again. He wants to be back there again. “Can I say somethin'?”

You hum into his chest, squeezing his hand tighter but your sickness, he barely felt it.

“I don't want to…” he could barely say it. “I don't want to kill you. ‘m sorry, I know we talked about it—”

You lean up, he's met with milky eyes, he knows you can barely see him now. “Then don't, I don't want you to—” you pause, clinging to humanity. “— to feel that before you go.”

Nodding, he kisses your forehead, crying, weeping into your skin. “I couldn't save you, ‘m so fuckin' sorry, love, ‘m so sorry.” He shakes, you gather enough strength to embrace him and bury yourself in his chest, letting his scent waft around you for comfort.

“Don't apologize, nothin' to apologize for.”

He sniffs, peppering your face with heavy weakened kisses. “Oi, don't use my own words against me.”

You smile against the rough leather of his jacket. “Can I say something?”

“Go,” he can practically see the countdown. “We have all the time in the world, love.” There's something warm leaking out of his eyes and ears. He's catching up to you.

You'd laugh but you can feel your life slipping through your fingers. “When we turn, I don't want us to be separated.”

“What do you propose?” He tries to inhale but he could only let out a sickening cough.

“Tie our hands together…really tight.” Your words fade away, but you still hold on.

“I've got rope here, I can do it now.”

“But I'll turn first, Hobie, I-I might—”

“It'll be my honour to be your first meal.”

“I'd laugh if we weren't dying right now.” Eyes too tired to open, you feel the rough rope around your wrist, and the unmistakable sound of a knot getting tied. You smile for the last time when you feel his fingers wrap around your own. “I love you.”

“How's that? Too tight?” He whispers close, he feels you slipping away, “Y/N? Love?” he breaks down when your hand falls limp around his own. “Not yet, please, not yet.” He holds you, rocking you back and forth like a babe needing to be held. Your heart doesn't beat in sync with his anymore. “C’mon, not yet, we still have to find the rest of the band, right?” His eyes cloud over, cold taking root inside his entire body. “Say somethin’, fuck!” He yells with all his might, “I love you, fuck, please wake up.”

Closing his eyes, he wraps you in what's left of his warmth. “Don't go, please.” Hobie pleads and cries until he can no longer breathe the same air as you. His last thoughts were of you.

[goobtopia]

need a rafe x fem plus size reader 🧎‍♀️ maybe a grumpy sunshine moment too where he’s mean to everyone except her 🫣

it’s a little blurb but i hope this is what you were asking for!!

!! 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

warnings: allusions to sex (no actual smut), groping, kissing, domestic!rafe, swearing, sexual dialogue, f!reader

disclaimer: the original edit of this blurb contains poor choices that i made, that have now been edited due to a criticism i received in this ask, here, you can read the original line, the critique, and my response. one line i wrote originally, in particular, could possibly offend or hurt you so please consider this before reading as the goal of this disclaimer is transparency and accountability rather than to cause any further harm. thanks for reading and all criticism is welcome.

[requests are open]

☆ masterlist ☆

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You and Rafe had begun to look like your very own Home Living magazine, you only moved in last year and since the dust had finally settled Rafe was letting you go wild with the interior design. You had to hire help for some things like the dining and the living room but almost everything else was by your own creation. You'd been having a lot of parties.

No kids yet and you were still fresh out of college so it was the perfect spot for all your friends from your undergrad program and Rafe's buddies to come let loose.

"Hey are you not feeling okay?" You whispered, sliding into the seat beside Rafe who had a scowl on his face and a warm beer. "No it's fine I just-" He cut himself off letting things go silent for a moment.

"Just what?" You questioned, hoping he wasn't starting to feel sick or anything. "You told me to chill out tonight but I can't help it, they're not using the coasters on your new coffee table and spilling champagne on the wood floors. These people are animals." You smiled, touching him on the shoulder.

"First of all, they're our friends and it's our coffee table." You reminded him, soothing the skin under his shirt by rubbing it as he takes a swig from the bottle. "You just put so much work into this baby, I hate to see them ruin it." He whispered sweetly, leaning his head on your shoulder allowing you to run you hands through his straight hair.

"Baby the wood's all sealed and I doubt a little bit of champagne is gonna make our floors buckle. Can you at least try to enjoy yourself?" You cozy up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he can't help but smile and give you a quick kiss. "Of course baby, consider it forgotten." He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

"You smell nice baby, is that your perfume?" He takes a deep inhale as you twirl a piece of your hair, "New shampoo, it's strawberries." You were both in your own little world at this point when he landed another kiss on your awaiting lips. "Yummy." He mumbles, sliding his tongue into your mouth deepening the kiss as he travels lower, grabbing the side of your hip.

"Y'know what might really help me forget?" He asks, pulling away from you so suddenly it's like he's teasing you. Daring you to tell him no when you have him so desperate. "Oh, yeah?" You ask him to continue raising a brow in the process. He pulls you over his lap, standing from his spot on the couch with you in his arms.

"Getting to spend some time in this cute ass of yours." He says loud enough for only you to hear as he squeezes your thighs, making you bite your lip at him.

"But Rafe, the party!" You whine, holding on to his shoulders and looking around the room that was uninterested in your theatrics. "What party?" He groaned, leading you his favorite room in the new house, the bedroom. "If I don't have your tits in my mouth in the next 30 seconds l'm kicking everyone out."

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Secrets Out (fluff)

Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Set in the A Cut Above The Rest universe, and kind of follows on from the little fic I wrote a few weeks back. I just love these two and I really like writing little snippits of their life after the fic? idk?

Word Count:1, 772

Masterlist // Eddie Munson Masterlist

“I can’t believe that that’s our baby.” Eddie said, as he looked at the small black and white photograph that you were holding in your hands. “Like that’s inside you right now.”

You were sitting comfortably beside Eddie in his van after coming back from your very first scan. After finding out you were pregnant, the both of you couldn’t have been more thrilled, and the trip to the hospital had been filled with a mixture of excitement and nerves.

You watched as his big brown eyes shined with bubbling tears threatening to spill over his lashes as looked down on the photo with a soft smile.

“Aw, Teddie, you're getting emotional about this, huh?” You said softly as you rubbed a hand up and down his arm.

“It's not that. It's just… I don't even know what I meant to be looking at.” he chuckled slightly, wiping away his tears. “Like I know it's a baby, but it just looks like a gray blob!” 

“Oh, Teddie! It's okay! It won't look like much right now, our baby is still really small.” You reassured him. “The doctor said everything looks perfectly healthy! That's a good thing! Our little baby's going to have those strong Munson genes.”

“They're going to end up with my big ‘ol schnozz aren't they?”

Leaning in, you press a kiss against his cheek.

“So who do you want to tell first?” you asked Eddie as he plopped down next to you on the sofa, his hair still slightly wet after his shower and vaguely smelling of your coconut shampoo.

“I'm counting on it.”

You and Eddie had discussed it beforehand, and now you were at a safe point in your pregnancy where you felt comfortable telling people the exciting news.

“I was thinking that I wanna tell Wayne first. It’s his birthday next week and I wanna surprise him with the news!”

“I love that idea! You know he’s going to be so excited to hear he’s going to be a pop-pop. He'd always joked to me about wanting grand-kids.”

“And have you had any thoughts about who you’d want as godparents?” You and Eddie had also discussed the idea of having your child have godparents. God forbid that anything happen to either you or Eddie, but you wanted someone who would be able to look after your little one if anything were to happen.

“Well, I know who I want it to be.” Eddie replied confidently. 

“..And I know who I want it to be too. Do you wanna say it on the count of three?”

One. Two. Three.

“Robin and Steve.” you both said simultaneously. 

“Well, that’s that solved.” he chuckled to himself.

You and Eddie arrive at Wayne’s place nice and early, with his favourite dinner that you’d promised you’d make for him tucked under your arm in a glass dish, a lasagna made for sharing, and Eddie carrying a bottle of wine for him and his uncle to share. 

You and Eddie had spent time in Wayne's place enough for it to feel like a second home, but now with this big secret you were harbouring, suddenly the air felt different as you stepped over the threshold of the house. 

And with the dinner eaten and cleared away, and wine glasses emptied (and thankfully your refusal of said wine went without so much as an graying eyebrow raise from Wayne)

“Thanks for making dinner, darlin’” Wayne thanks in his gruff southern drawl. “But you kids didn't have to come down to spend your day with an old man like me.”

“Of course we did! We couldn't let your birthday go un-celebrated, uncle.”

Eddie says.

“Boy, when you get to be as old as I am, birthday's ain't much to be celebrating besides waking up another day and not being dead.”

“Oh, so you don't want the presents we got for you then?” You ask with a teasing tone in your voice. 

“Now, I didn't say that..” Wayne grumbles despite the slight smile curving at his lips.

You reach for the small gift bag that you had brought along with you, placing it on the table in front of Wayne.

“Just a little surprise for you, Uncle.” Eddie says. “It’s from both of us, we hope you like it.”

You and Eddie watch Wayne open up his present with bated breath. Waiting for the big secret to come out. The ruffles of tissue paper are pulled from the bag as Wayne pulls out his present. A new, very special mug to add to his ever growing collection.

“World’s best grandpa? Boy, I know I’m old, but I ain’t that old yet.” he jokes, looking over to Eddie.

“Actually, Wayne, I think you better look inside that card too.” Eddie prompts, nodding his head towards the bag where the envelope is.

Wayne reaches for the envelope that is tucked away in the bag before opening it up to see the front of the card.

A standard ‘Happy birthday Grandpa!’ card, with a birthday cake and candles on the front.

You and Eddie exchanged a quick glance and shy smiles, realising that Wayne still hadn't quite got the message you were putting across. However, it all came together as he opened his card.

‘Happy Birthday Grandpa Wayne, I can't wait to meet you!’ Written above a picture of your ultrasound that you had taped inside the card. 

“Wait..You’re…Is this real right now? You’re not yankin’ on my chain right now?” Wayne asks as he begins to show the slightest bubble of tears in his usually stern, steely grey-blue eyes.

 “No, it’s not a joke, Wayne! I promise!” Eddie assured him.

“Yeah, we found out a few months ago, and we wanted you to be the first one to know.” you said softly, tears of your own now coming up to gather in your lashes.

“I’m so touched that I got to be the first one to hear about this.” Wayne says, his voice shaky with emotion as he gets up from the table to pull you in for a hug. “I’m so happy for you guys, I really am.”

Eddie sits back, watching the two people he loves the most in this world sharing in this very tender and soft moment.

“How long was it before this one started freaking out, huh?” Wayne teases, raising his eyebrows towards his nephew.

“Hey, I’ll have you know I didn’t “freak out”, I was actually very excited.” Eddie defends himself.

“No, it’s true. I think I did enough freaking out for the both of us.” you laugh. “I count myself very lucky to have someone like Eddie to hold my hand through this.” 

You had invited Robin and Steve over to yours and Eddie’s place under the guise of having a chill movie night, but actually you just wanted them both to be together when you told them the news.

“I hope it’s not some sappy, romantic, chick-flick you’ve chosen.” Steve grumbles as he steals a handful of popcorn from the bowl Robin was holding.

“Don’t pretend you don’t secretly enjoy them too, dingus. I caught you crying when you were watching When Harry Met Sally the other week.” Robin calls him out.

“Meg Ryan’s acting got to me, alright!” Steve defends.

“Actually, before we start the film,” you interjected between the pair’s lovable bickering. “Eddie and I have something we wanted to share.” you say.

“Well, we wanted to share some news, and ask you both quite a big question.” 

“You’re pregnant aren’t you?” Robin blurted out.

“Oh my god Robin you can’t just ask that!” Steve chided her with a gentle slap on her arm, but the silence that fell in the room suddenly felt like the loudest thing in the world. “Wait..Are you?”

You manage to huff out a gleeful ‘Yes!’ in between giggles as both Steve and Robin rush up to hug you.

“Congratulations to both of you, that’s so amazing!” Steve smiles broadly.

“I knew there was something up when you passed on doing shots with me after work last week. Oh my gosh, that's fantastic news!!” Robin cheered, her freckled cheeks beaming brightly. “How long have you known?”

“Only a few weeks, it was certainly quite the surprise let me tell you!” you smile as the both release you from the tight hug they had you in.

“And that brings us on to the other important question of the evening..” Eddie said as he laid a gentle and reassuring touch on your shoulders. “We were looking for two godparents, we wondered if you knew any good ones?”

“I think what Eddie means is, would you and Steve consider being godparents to our baby?”

“Is that even possible? You know we're not, like, a couple or anything. Isn’t it too early to do this sort of thing? You only found out a couple of weeks ago, you said so yourself!” Robin babbles

But before Robin can babble anymore Steve speaks over her with tears brimming in his honeyed hazel eyes.

“Don’t listen to her, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. We’d be honoured to.” Steve manages to get out as he wipes away the tears gathering in his lashes.

“Well that went better than I could have imagined.” Eddie said with a smile. “Didn’t bet on you crying so much though, Harrington.”

“Crying? Who’s crying? Not me, this is just..uh..allergies…shut up..” Steve sniffles.

“Well it’s nice to know that our baby’s godfather is already so emotionally invested in them.” you laugh softly.

Resting a gentle hand on the almost unnoticeable curve of your belly, you can’t help the warmth that floods your heart. Even though your baby hadn’t been born yet, you knew that they were already going to be so loved by everyone around them.

As Eddie strolled into work the following morning, he’s greeted by Randy who was turning the garage’s oil-stained radio down as he came in.

“Your old man told me your girl’s got a bun in the oven,”

“News travels fast around these parts, huh.” Eddie nods, reaching for his toolbox sitting on his work bench. 

Laying a clap to Eddie’s shoulder, Randy fixes him with a stare, his forehead wrinkling as he  raises his dark eyebrows.

“Good fuckin’ luck Munson, you’re gonna need it.”

@penguinsandpotterheads @aphrogeneias @mrsjellymunson

@eddiesxangel @ali-r3n @seatnights

@munsonsbtch @keeksandgigz

[misscherrys-world]

Showering together

Kai Anderson fluff.

It’s pure and clean, just a silly thought I had yesterday when I took my shower with new products. Also English isn’t my first language.

𝔐𝔬𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔡𝔢 𝔳𝔲𝔢

I walked down stairs slicking my hair up in a bun, coconut oil smell filling up the air while I headed to the kitchen. Kai was supposed to be out today so I took advantage of this moment to take care of myself a little before he comes back. I always take care of my looks and smell.

“What are you doing?”

I jumped slightly clearly was taken off guard. I looked behind me to the blue hue sitting on the couch chewing on god knows what.

“Why do you smell like an island?”

I panted trying to calm myself from the scare I just had.

“I’m oiling my hair.. you were supposed to be out. I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

He titled his head slightly “Oiling your hair? What the hell does it supposed to do?”

I sighed and leaned over the kitchen counter. “It what makes my hair shiny and soft.”

He stood up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen counter with a frown. I thought he despised how I smell right now.

“Does it work on my hair too? It wouldn’t affect the color, right?”

I was dumbfounded by his question but I shook my head. “No, it wouldn’t.. do you.. want to try it?”

“Hell yeah! And I here thought your hair is soft genetically!”

“Okay fine here..” I gave him the bottle. He looked at it then at me. “What?” I asked confusingly as he looked at me without saying a word.

I smiled with realization. “You want me to do it for you?”

“It’s not like that.. I just don’t know the right amount and stuff you women do” He replied smugly trying to hide his true feelings. He wanted to feel my hands working their way through his hair tenderly, massaging his scalp and his nape.

After 2 hours I took him to the shower with me to wash it off.

“Stay still I have to wash it very well.” I opened my expensive shampoo bottle. The heavenly scent of it filled the bathroom as I massaged his hair with the white frothy product that coated my palms.

“I didn’t know you got that expensive shit they’re trying to convince people to buy, it’s a total scam!”

“It’s not a scam, Kai. It’s a shampoo that won’t fry your hair off. You will see after the shower.”

He huffed as we both waited 15 minutes for the hair mask to work it’s magic.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this! I have important stuff to do! I have followers waiting for my instructions!”

“Come on, it will be worth it, trust me.”

I dried his hair with the hairdryer after I sprayed the heat protectant all over it. “You didn’t have to force me on using that lotion over my body I feel like a glazed mess, everything is slippery.”

He continues complaining about everything but I knew deep down he was enjoying the luxury and royal treatment.

“We are done, Kai. Tell me how to you feel?”

He groaned “Finally!” He opened the closet to wear something nice and clean. I made sure all of his shirts were clean and ironed.

I sat in front of the dresser’s mirror combing my hair when he reached out for my chin and pressed his lips softly against my forehead then cheek. This is his way to say thank you to me when we are alone.

“Next time you do this make sure.. I’m here.. okay?”

I smiled warmly at him knowing that he really like it. I nod my head assuring him that I will take care of him.

He left the room heading to the basement where he had a meeting with his little minions. He’s in a good mood.

[madameaug]

Wash Day || PJM x Black Fem Reader

inspo You're hair is really soft (Pinterest)

*woman in gif is not a face claim

yn: hey baby i'm getting ready to start washing my hair. so i'll be slow to respond if you text me within the next seven hours <3

jimin: seven hours ???

jimin: wait can i help

yn: uhh sure. if you want i'm unraveling my braids now

You sat your phone down, focusing on the ombre brown box braid in your hand. It was officially fall, and it was time to take out your late summer hairstyle. You stretched this style longer than usual due to your recent visit to South Korea. You came to celebrate Jimin's birthday and spent the remaining three weeks sightseeing before returning to your country.

The once neat squares were now fuzzy and overgrown. You were excited to see this much new growth spreading across your scalp. You peeked over your phone, seeing Jimin hearted your final text message. Jimin never shied away from asking you questions about your natural hair. Of course, he knew about the versatility of black hair, but now that his girlfriend was black, he felt he could become better informed.

"Yeobo." Jimin cooed, taking off his black puffer jacket. His eyes shining with pure love, looking at you. Despite half of your hair sticking out.

Jimin bent over and laid a kiss on your lips. He sat down before you, feet crossed and tucked underneath his body. "I'm ready to be your assistant."

You demonstrated to Jimin where to cut and how to unravel your braids. Like a good student, Jimin watched you take down some braids. Watching how generous you were with the detangler, using the rat tail comb to pick at those annoying knots.

Jimin was so gentle, slowly detangling your hair. Starting from the ends of your hair as you taught him. With each crinkly track of hair that Jimin removed, more and more of your natural hair was revealed. He showered your hair with compliments, not caring about the specks of dirt or clusters of hardened gel.

Starting your natural hair journey was something always intimate to you. It was your hair. Your crown. It was a part of your identity. Whether it was short, long, kinky, or curly. It grew from your scalp and was a testament to strength. Not letting Western beauty standards strip you of the beauty you were handed down from your ancestors. And for him, Jimin, your non-black boyfriend, to engage with your natural hair. You felt connected with him on another level.

In no time, an hour to be exact, you and Jimin finished unraveling all the braids. Your afro was extended high and moved like blades of grass in the wind. Jimin sweetly called your hair cotton candy.

"Your hair is so soft. I love it in this state." He leaned back on the couch, proud of his work.

"Na ah. We still got more work to do; now we have to wash it."

No complaint left Jimin's mouth as he rolled off the couch.

"Okay, but I wanna take a picture. Your hair is so cute right now." You playfully rolled your eyes but stretched out your hair to look suitable for the picture. Knowing Jimin, he was going to make this photo be his lock screen for who knows how long. With his hands around your hips, Jimin pulled you in close. His full lips puckered, kissing your cheek. Your eyes were closed, giving the camera a beautiful smile.

Reviewing the image, Jimin laughed, seeing that your afro covered a good portion of his face. But his lips on your cheek were still evident. Clearing out your kitchen sink, you explained to Jimin how each product would help your hair. He was simply taken aback by the six bottles that were sitting on the sink.

Jimin held the faucet spout over your hair, impressed at how your hair was repelling the stream of water. Jimin counted the sixty-seconds it took for your hair to start dripping from the water.

"So this is what you mean by low-porosity?"

"Yeah, it takes a while for my hair to get wet and for my hair to dry. Well at least air dry."

You squirted the coconut-scented shampoo in your hand. Ensuring that you scratched up any dirt in your hair. The scalp massage was your favorite part of washing your hair. You reached for Jimin's hands, getting them into your hair. His hands massaging your hair, hitting all the itchy spots.

"This is so satisfying, not gonna lie." You physically relaxed into Jimin's body. Despite the slightly uncomfortable bridge position you were in. You didn't mind as you watched Jimin wash your hair. You recognized his look of determination as he gave care to each area of your scalp.

"Gimme kiss." This time, you were puckering your lips for a kiss. Jimin didn't hesitate. Since your time in Korea, you have not had the opportunity to have a 'down' day with Jimin. Either he was taking you to a new part of the country he wanted you to see. Or you were working remotely from your laptop. You weren't working odd hours due to conflicting time zones. You were finding peace in the little things, like watching Jimin breathe. Your hands traced his jawline, feeling his bare skin. Not many things if life are 'perfect', but this moment between you and Jimin would be close. You basked in the moment. Not wanting this moment to end. Not enjoying your time to end.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Impossible." Jimin rinsed the shampoo, repeating the process with conditioner and deep conditioner. Jimin hadn't even noticed the time just flying by. He was just going along with the flow. Watching you section off your hair before blow drying it. The sections displayed an obvious contrast in the apparent 'length' of your hair. When soaking wet it was barely near your ear. Yet after being stretched by the blow dryer, it was at your collarbone.

"What do you need help with next?"

"This next part is pretty simple. I'm just gonna do five cornrows, then call it a night. You've been such a help, babe."

"Teach me how to do it." Jimin patted on the carpeted ground for you to sit in between his legs. In a matter of thirty minutes, Jimin mastered cornrows. Something that took you months, maybe even years to make them look presentable.

"Had I known you were this fast learner, I would have taught you this when we met." You looked at the five braids. You looked at the time, noticing that only four hours had passed. Jimin helped you shave off three hours of wash day.

"Glad to be of help."

I feel like I'm constantly changing my format when writing these imagines. Oh well. Life has been good lately, hope life has been good to everyone too <33

I'm def looking forward to the discourse on Golden over the next few days.

[lunar-years]

For the first sentence of a fic thing:

The first time Roy thinks nothing of it; the second he thinks it a coincidence – but the third time, and catching the studied nonchalance on Jamie and Keeley’s faces, he begins to grow suspicious.

The first time Roy thinks nothing of it; the second he thinks it a coincidence – but the third time, and catching the studied nonchalance on Jamie and Keeley’s faces, he begins to grow suspicious. "And neither of you have seen it?" he repeats slowly, staring at each of them in turn with his most intense, patented glare, waiting for one of them to break.

Jamie's face remains completely stoic--impressive, actually. Usually he's first to crack. Keeley shrugs innocently and murmurs, "Guess you must've misplaced it again, babe...."

Roy snorts. Yeah. He'd believed that the first time, when he'd found it buried on Jamie's shelf buried amongst his many, many hair products. Roy must've confused the shelves one night. His eyesight is shit in the dark, after all. Then when he next went to use it, the thing was fucking broken, so okay. Shit happened. Order another, no big deal.

This time, though, the trimmer was brand-fucking-new. And he knows exactly where he placed it once he'd removed it from the packaging. "You know that this is important, right?" he growls. "I've got be at the club in like two hours. Looking professional."

He glances past their heads to catch a sight of himself in the mirror. He meant to get a real haircut, but after a few rounds of putting it off, it's gotten long enough now for the curls to really be coming back, in desperate need of a trim, and his beard looks utterly unruly to match. Altogether, he looks like he's an aspiring caveman instead of the fresh new manager of a Premier League team.

"Your beautiful curls aren't unprofessional," Keeley says crisply, arms crossed and looking all put out like he's offended her talking about his own damn hair. Jesus Christ. "Actually, Jamie found--"

Jamie is instantly at his side, holding out a bottle of curl shampoo. "Bit of this to reduce the frizz, lad, and some beard oil to tame you up a bit in the front...very professional, that. And if it happens to make you look dead sexy, too, well--" He shrugs and exchanges a look with Keeley, who nods encouragingly like he's really selling it. They're both ridiculous.

Roy rolls his eyes. "So you mean to tell me I haven't been able to shave in days because my trimmer keeps disappearing mysteriously, and Jamie just so happened to go shopping for fucking..." he takes the bottle Jamie's holding, "curl-defining shampoo in that same timeframe? By total coincidence?"

"Exactly!" Keeley says cheerfully.

"You know, two hours gives us plenty of time to try it out," Jamie adds nonchalantly, waving the shampoo. His eyes are fucking sparkling. He's gorgeous. He's always so fucking gorgeous. "Probably best if Keeley and I help you out. Gotta really massage it in to get the full effect. It will take all three of us. We should shower together!"

Keeley's heads bobs up and down enthusiastically.

"And my trimmer is--?"

"Oh hush," Keeley says, edging closer, "You can search for that later."

"...or not!" Jamie adds.

Yeah, he thinks, letting Keeley's deft hands work at tugging his shirt over his head. Or fucking not.

[howlingday]

Here's a fun prompt!

Every time Pyrrha apologizes for something Jaune inexplicably gets kissed!

Pyrrha almost trips a mom dropping her kid off at school? Cross guard Jaune catches her and gets a smooch to the top of his head.

Pyrrha sorry for bumping into new transfers? A wet smack is heard, as one of the foreign girls gives Jaune a friendly kiss in greeting.

Pyrrha apologizing to Ren for forgetting to bring his sunscreen to the pool? Jaune almost drowns but wakes up to a smoking hot lifeguard lady giving him CPR!

How long until Pyrrha finally explodes (if at all)?

Pyrrha was... not okay. If she were okay, she was on the border between okay and not okay. If she were okay, she would be at her limit before reaching not okay. But that's not the case. She was not okay.

She was not okay.

Pyrrha must have been a mass-murdering racist who delighted in the screams of children in the past life, because it was the only logical explanation for this cursed life of hers.

She was beyond a mere school girl crush on her partner, leader, and best friend, Jaune Arc. What wasn't there to love anout him? He was tall, handsome, kind, sweet, and honest. All good qualities in a man. Unfortunately, he was also clumsy, which is where her curse begins.

Of course, Pyrrha wasn't perfect either. Aside from warped sense of self-worth after years of training in Argus to become an international sports star, Pyrrha was what her manager, her agent, her mother, her friends, and the janitor called "too nice." Jaune never believed such a thing, but even Pyrrha had to admit that she apologized a lot. And again, her curse begins there.

Maybe the curse did originate from a criminal past life. Someone who refused to apologize for their actions, so now her current life is forced to apologize at every slight thought made. And the curse caught Jaune in it's intangible web.

This morning, Pyrrha woke up and used the bathroom first. A quick, cold shower, but she used the last of the shared shampoo and she forgot to replace it with the bottle under the sink. Nora was next in and she was lividly screeching from inside the shower.

"I'm sorry!" Pyrrha cried.

"Don't worry, I got it." Jaune smiled as he walked in with his footie pajamas. Shut up. He looked cute in them. "Here you GOOO-!"

SMACK-POP!

"Oooh~! Leader~! Such a dirty boy, kissing girls while they're naked~. Why don't I scrub that dirt off~?"

"NO THANK YOU!" Jaune ran out, half-soaked from his shower encounter.

Pyrrha was grateful it didn't go further. The hairbrush in her hand was starting crack from the bending. She still had the rest of the day before apologizing to her mother for breaking another hairbrush.

---------------------------------------------------

At breakfast, it was the usually chaos. Ren was chattered at by Nora, while Weiss scolded Ruby for this or that. Yang told another terrible pun while Blake read her book. The non-smutty one.

Pyrrha reached for the butter for her toast when her hand briefly touched Jaune's hand. They were freshly calloused hands, a product of his late nights training with her. His thin frame noticably bulked from the exercises, and she was glad to see the physical progress. His hand was warm, and kind, and nurturing, and-

"Pyrrha?"

"S-Sorry!" She stumbled out of her daydream.

Her leg struck the underside of the table, causing a cup to leap and spill over. A cascade of orange juice spread far. Pyrrha reached over with napkins in hand, dropping fabric after soaking fabric for damage control. And each paper was dropped, Pyrrha unleashed a torrent of the accursed word.

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!"

"I'll go grab more napkins!" Jaune exclaimed as he ran from table to table. Pyrrha blindingly continued to pull and place napkins as he left.

"Oh, wow." Pyrrha looked up from her task to find a second-year girl kissing Jaune.

"Nice~." And then a third year.

"Seriously?" Even Velvet gave a peck to Jaune's lips in exchange for a napkin box.

"I'm, uh, I'm back." Jaune said, blushing.

"You sure~?" Yang teased. "Maybe we need some more napkins?"

"NO!" Pyrrha slammed the table, spilling more juice. "S-Sorry."

"I'll give you my napkins if you give me a smooch. Whattaya say~?"

"U-Um..."

Pyrrha internally screamed.

[tkachuksoralfixation]

mcmatt + clean for the fic prompt!

(Jamie you're a real one. You know exactly what i want to write thank you)

To say the very least, Matthew Tkachuk is the most stubborn person in the world that Connor has the pleasure of looking after.

He'd taken over for Brady when the off-season started officially, given the fact that Matthew fought long and hard to play through his pretty severe injuries. Even after a good chunk of the summer had passed, Matthew continued to push himself to do things he really shouldn't be straining to do.

It's just a part of who he is. It's something Connor isn't used to, not by a long shot, and he can't really grasp why Matthew longs to be so independent. He shrugs off Connor's offers to help him out of bed, or putting on his shirt, or letting him lean on his shoulder when he's been up and at it for a while. Matthew just doesn't accept little acts of help.

So, Connor decides to take it a step further. On a particularly hard day, Connor fills up the tub with soothing warm water and a healthy few handfuls of epsom salts. It takes a lot of effort to drag Matthew into the bathroom, but god, it's worth it to see the way he melts into the water once he's in.

For the first time in a good few months, Matthew looks relaxed. Maybe even content. The bags under his eyes look softer, like just relaxing for once fixed the lack of sleep he's been struggling with. The anxious crease between his eyebrows smoothes out. It feels like a massive victory.

With a smile, Connor reaches for a bottle of shampoo that looks expensive. It's some kind of specialty product, he realizes as he examines the bottle. Made special for curls and damaged hair. He's never particularly looked at Matthew's hair products before now, but the bottle is rather heavy, so it must be new.

Matthew flinches when Connor snaps the bottle open, bright blue eyes suddenly open wide. His face scrunches into a displeased scowl.

"I can bathe myself," Matthew insists, reaching his good hand up for the bottle. Connor doesn't hand it over.

"I know you can," Connor responds simply, "it's not about whether you're able to. Just let me take care of you for now, okay?"

He squeezes a small amount of shampoo on his hand, watching the confliction spread on Matthew's face. It's clear this isn't something he considered. Washing your hair is such a standard, normal process that you hardly even think about until you have a broken arm. Connor can't imagine how useless he would feel if he suddenly had to rely on someone else to do everything for him.

Honestly? It sounds like hell on earth.

And he gets it. Really, he does. This whole thing is a conflict of everything Matthew has brought himself to believe. He has to do things on his own, prove he can make it, prove he's good enough. He can't do that if he's having his every move attended to by his brother or his boyfriend. Still, though. It's nice to be cared for once in a while, isn't it?

"Fine," Matthew mumbles, lowering his head to let Connor saturate his hair with water. "I'm doing it myself next time, though."

"You got it," Connor says.

He massages his fingers into Matthew's scalp, gently detangling his curls and rubbing the shampoo in. It's slow and tedious, but he does it regardless. Matthew sighs and groans here and there, his eyes closed as he lets Connor do his thing. He repeats the process after rinsing, this time with conditioner, and then they rinse again. Matthew is like putty in his hands, melting into his touches and leaning into him when is hands stray from his scalp.

It's okay to ask for help, he wants to say. It's okay to need people sometimes. You're allowed. But he has the feeling that won't be received very well, so Connor says nothing. He just smiles at Matthew as the water drains, helps him step out of the tub, and leans in for a wet kiss.

"Thank you," Matthew mumbles into his lips as a towel is draped over his shoulders, "y'know, you'd be a great masseuse."

"And touch anybody else but you? No way," Connor retorts, slick as a duck, a cheeky grin adorning his cheeks. He earns a smack on the shoulder.

"I'd flirt with you more, but this brain fog that comes with whatever the hell they have me on is fucked," Matthew grumbles, clinging to Connor's waist. He lets Connor do the work of drying him off, including his sopping wet hair. It feels like he just won the Stanley Cup.

"No need. I know you love me," Connor smiles. He doesn't need to be told. Being allowed in his personal space, into his life so freely, is enough.

Matthew leans into him. He doesn't touch with heat, or desperation, or lust. He just leans, chin hooked over Connor's shoulder. He radiates warmth.

It feels like a win.

[obessedd]

I've been DYING with my hair recently ( ToT)

I just can't be bothered :|

Sooooo for the occasion can I request a

kunigami x black reader helping her with a hair routine and what kinda style he likes ect <3 ?

╭﹐❣︎﹕ Hair Routine ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖪𝖴𝖭𝖨𝖦𝖠𝖬𝖨 𝖱．

cw/tw. fluffy, soft!kunigami, black!reader

an. yooo, sorry if this took too long i’ve been busy but i’m glad you requested this cause i was thinking of an idea like this, i also saw that you said i was your new favorite writer and honestly that warmed heart 🥹 I’m glad you like my stories and hope you enjoy your request .

Also i apologize if the ending is booty i didn’t know how to end it 🥲

summary. - kunigami decided to help you with a hair routine.

Honestly you didn’t expect Kuni to ask if he could help you with your hair routine, matter a fact it was a surprise for you because normally he doesn’t really do stuff like this. But hey…an extra hand wouldn’t hurt now would it? When he asked if he could help you, you of course said yes which led up to now. Since you had taken out your braids the other night you had to of course wash it to get all that dried up grease and dirt that built up in your hair, you were bent over the kitchen counter as you felt his bigger hands massage the shampoo into your scalp with soft groans leaving your mouth from the pleasure. It’s been so long since you had a good deep wash it was a good ass feeling, he continued to work his hands for a few more seconds before removing them to turn on the water feeling the warm substance hit your bubbly hair, he moved his hands back to your hair to rinse all of the shampoo out of it seeing it fall into the sink along with the dirt that was built up.

He moved his hands through your hair, running them through your curls seeing how nicely it went through getting rid of the remaining shampoo. When he got all of it out he turned off the water, leaning over the counter to grab the conditioner heating the bottle open and feeling the cold substances hit your hair to your scalp. He closed the bottle, putting it on the counter next to him, running his hands through your hair again to spread out the conditioner, “Hey, how long do i have to leave it in for again?” His deep voice questioned, you sighed. “Babe I said it 10 times already..you gotta leave it in for two minutes before you can rinse it out.” You stated, you heard him give out a small “ah” as he lifted his hands up to wait for the two minutes to end. When the two minutes passed he turned the water back on rinsing the conditioner out of your hair, when he felt like he rinsed good enough he turning the water back off, leaning to grab the towel beginning to dry your hair when he seen some of the water stop dripping he wrapped the towel like how you always did, tucking in the bottom part to make stable as you stood up sighing in relief feeling that relief in your back from being bent for the past thirty minutes.

“I’ll go grab the blow dryer, comb, brush and the stuff i use for my hair okay?.” You told him as you stretching your limbs out seeing him nod his head making his way to the living room as you made your way to the bathroom to grab all the stuff you needed for your hair. (I don’t know what type of hair texture you all have so imma just stick with the basic hair which is the afro.) When you grabbed all the stuff you needed you walked into the living room to see your pillow already on the ground and blanket with him waiting for you, “Okay Kun, you ready? I’m trusting you with my hair,” Yoi jokingly said watching him roll his eyes, “I got this baby, i was born for this!” He indeed wasn’t born for this. When he saw the products you brought he didn’t know the order of what to put in, he stared at the bottles dumb founded, “Uh..(Y/N) which one do i put in first?” Lord this boy, he was gonna be the death of you. You grinned rolling your eyes before grabbing the detangler, “Well first things first is you gotta spray the detangler into my hair so it’ll be easier for you comb the blow drier through.” He nodded his head reaching to grab the grey bottle from the wooden stand up table spraying it around your hair, when he was done he placed it back down running the new product through your hair.

When he was done doing that he asked what to do next, “Then you gotta part small parts of my hair to blow dry.” He looked at you dumbfounded, making you sigh, “Here let me show you,” You reached to grab the rat tail comb, positioning it to the middle of your scalp then running the comb through your hair as he watched the hair split apart into its correct sides. “So how you do it whenever you braid your hair?.” You nodded your head handing him the comb, “Exactly like that, but not into sections like how I take one piece of hair and braid it. You gotta blow dry semi big pieces.” He nodded his head before he started to get to work on your hair, but before he started parting he stopped, “You never told me what hairstyle you wanted.” Cute, you chuckled slightly. “Well what hairstyle do you want me to have?” You questioned, in an instant he had his answer, “Can we do your afro? I like your afro the most,” Ah, his favorite hairstyle from all the different ones you had. You softly nodded your head with a smile on your face, “Then afro it is.”

The process of getting your afro was a bit…difficult at first but after a few tips and tricks he got the hang of it. It’s been at least a good thirty minutes to an hour of finishing up your hair due to you having so much and him having difficulties doing it, you sighed in relief feeling him finish up the last section of hair, combing the blow dryer through it a couple of more time before letting go of the strand, pricking his hands through it so it fluffs out like the rest, turning off the blow drier with a deep sigh, “We’re finally done.” You groaned as you stood up stretching your arms up, “Ugh finally..my ass hurts.” You complained hearing him slightly chuckle, “Your ass? Mine feels like it’s been through hell and back,” You scoffed rolling your eyes, facing your way to stare at him. “Yeah yeah,” You chuckled, Kunigami gave you a soft smile as he admired the work he did. “It seems like your hair grew out more, hm?” He questioned touching your hair with his bigger hands feeling that soft texture hit his palm, you nodded your head. “Yep, having braids in for so long it starts growing my hair out.” He hummed, “It looks pretty.” There it goes again, your heart fluttering at the slightest thing he does. You hummed in response feeling your heart warm up and butterflies fly around in your stomach as you watched his orange eyes admire your hair.

He’s always admired you in the slightest way possible, every time when you’re not looking he catches himself staring at you, when you both make eye contact you notice he would stare for a while with a small blush on his cheeks..god he loved admiring you and your features. “Oh shut up..” You mumbled with a smile on your face, Kunigami smiled in response pulling you close to him by your waist, leaning down to come face to face with you staring into your (E/C). “Don’t deny it.” You rolled your eyes, “I’m not denying it.” He hummed, “Sure you’re not.” He teased leaning in to take your lips into his.

[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

The summer of 1942 - Tom Riddle x Reader -P8

cross posted on ao3

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Tom sat across from Navi as he ate his lunch, the kennel door wide open as Navi stared at him, her lunch a few feet away from the cot she lay on.

He really didn’t know why he was so adamant about gaining Navi’s trust, but she was still so skinny and needed attention she couldn't get if she didn’t trust someone-so Tom supposed he was taking on that job.

Tom wiped his mouth clean of mayo and licked it off his thumb, glancing up with a raised brow as he saw Navi just a bit closer than she was before. He slowly chewed through the bite he had just taken and ripped off a bit of the turkey from his sandwich leaning forward a bit and tossing it towards Navi.

He looked down to take another bite and when he looked back up, Navi was closer and the turkey was gone. Tom held back his smile and tore another piece of turkey, tossing it slightly closer to himself but still far enough for Navi to not be too scared to eat it.

He took another bite and when he looked up, Navi was closer and the turkey was gone once again. Tom repeated this twice more, Navi getting closer each time; eventually Tom ripped off a piece of the whole sandwich and slowly held it out to Navi, speaking in a low and calm tone as she flinched back-her tail tucked and eyes wide. “it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise,” Tom said, leaning forward slightly, holding back his grin as Navi carefully tiptoed forward, glancing between the sandwich and Tom-before she finally took the piece he was holding and then quickly backed up, devouring the piece.

Tom ripped off another piece and ate a chip, slowly eating it as he held out the sandwich piece to Navi; who slowly stepped forward till she grabbed the piece-but this time, she didn’t go back. Tom smiled and slowly tilted his hand forward, taking a slow breath as Navi growled slightly-warning him what would happen if he dared to do anything to harm her.

“I won't, I promise,” Tom muttered-using his magic to push his feelings and intentions into the air, so Navi could read him easier and she relaxed, letting Tom curl his hand under her muzzle and pet her gently. Tom was almost heartbroken by how-surprised Navi seemed to be by Tom’s gentle touch, but soon enough she melted into it and crawled into his lap, which then melted Tom’s heart and made him let out a small sigh as he pet Navi and held her a bit closer.

He looked up when he heard a gasp and saw Prothero staring in shock-looking just as happy as he felt. “oh, my, god,” She whispered with a grin, her hands to her face as tears gathered in her eyes. “oh my god, Tom~” she continued to whisper, not wanting to scare Navi as she relaxed in Tom’s lap. He just grinned-unable to do much else other than pet Navi and keep calm.

Prothero came and sat next to him, gently petting Navi’s head with a soft smile and tears In her eyes. “Maybe now we can finally start her recovery,” Prothero muttered, giggling as Navi snuck the rest of Tom’s sandwich-which he let her, she was too skinny to not have a good sandwich.

Only a few days later-Navi let Tom pick her up and put her in the metal bathtub in the bathing room-a room every dog visited at one point or another-especially if they were new. “Have you ever given a dog a bath?” Prothero asked, handing him a bottle filled with shampoo and water.

“The only animal I’ve ever bathed is a horse,” Tom muttered, smirking at Prothero’s snort, taking the hose with the shower head and waiting until Prothero had set the water to a proper temperature and carefully introduced Navi to the water.

Navi loved the water actually, and she started smiling while Tom scrubbed her face, her eyes closing in bliss. Tom closed his eyes at the sight and let his head tip back, holding back the biggest grin while Prothero squealed with laughter.

 “Thank you Tom, I don’t think she would ever get this far without you,” Prothero whispered to him as they started to rinse Navi off; Tom hid his expression with a sniff and a nod, not letting her see how much those words meant to him.

Prothero just grinned at him-clearly seeing through the mask he put up and patted his shoulder, screeching as Navi suddenly shook and covered the two of them in water and soap. “That got in my mouth,” Tom gagged, trying to spit out the soap that got his tongue. Prothero just laughed, the side of her face dripping with water.

Tom chuckled at the sight and Prothero beamed, bumping his shoulder a bit as they helped Navi out of the tub and dried her off with a fluffy towel, Tom holding Navi while Prothero clipped her nails and cleaned her ears.

As Tom and Prothero returned Navi to her room to let her get some rest from the exciting activities of getting a bath-she shyly leaned up and licked Tom’s cheek staying close enough to do it again as Tom jerked back slightly-his eyes wide. He turned to Prothero-whose eyes were sparkling with a large grin on her face. “You are a fucking miracle worker sugar cube,” she breathed and Tom rolled his eyes, patting Navi gently and letting her go back into her room.

“Tell that to Dumbledore,” Tom muttered and Prothero snorted, using his shoulder to stand and then helping him up-making him stumble a bit from how light he was and how strong Prothero was “Why? Does he not like you?” Prothero asked and Tom nodded, Dumbledore had never liked him-he could see that from the moment Dumbledore lay eyes on him that fateful day Tom learned he was a wizard.

“huh…I can see why,” Tom whipped around, feeling offended only to roll his eyes at Prothero’s grin, clearly teasing him.

 “How you wound me,” Tom grumbled, forcing down the grin that wanted to prick at his lips while Prothero laughed. “I’ll have you know I’m a delight to be around,”

“Keep telling yourself that sugar cube,” Prothero chuckled, shoving Tom lightly and he shoved her back-the two devolving into snickers and laughter as they continued to push each other around until they were racing back to the house-Tom breathing heavily behind Prothero. “you’re shorter than me how are you faster!?” Tom yelled to Prothero-who was easily beating his strides.

She just laughed, touching the support beam of the patio awning first and declaring her win, Tom collapsing on the stairs as he caught up a few moments later. “Fuck you,” Tom wheezed as he let himself lay down, breathing heavily as Prothero giggled-also out of breath.

“No thanks,” Prothero said with a wheeze, giggling as Tom kicked her ankle with flushed cheeks. “Don’t take my insult out of context,” Tom hissed, but he was grinning and his tone didn’t do anything to make Prothero stop laughing.

Later that night, as Tom was getting ready for bed-he glanced at the calendar that rested on the wall and frowned-realizing there was only a month left of summer vacation. September 1st was already on its way and soon Tom and Prothero would be back at Hogwarts.

Tom swallowed, realizing what the new feeling in his throat was, anxiety. For the first time since he started school-he didn’t want summer to end. Usually, it dragged on for eons and Tom would be stuck counting the days till September 1st. But now? Now he wanted another month, an extra day; anything more to enjoy the summer.

He actually dreaded the end of summer, usually, he dreaded the end of the school year-but now it was total reverse, and Tom…did not know how to feel about it.

He had told himself that this summer wouldn’t change anything-that everything would stay the same at school, that he would continue his research, and he and Prothero would just go back to how they were before summer-to just knowing the other existed and nothing more.

But Tom didn’t know if he wanted that still…

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“you don’t want to leave?” Viper hissed as Tom sat next to her tank, he had needed to vent his feelings to something that could respond-his Diary wouldn’t be able to and Prothero was sort’ve connected to those feelings.

“Not really, I don’t know why, I’ve never had a problem with any of thisss before…I don’t know whatsss different.” Tom muttered, picking at the skin of his thumb, a nervous habit he had mostly kicked-only doing it when he was exceptionally nervous.

Viper only chuckled, a hissing noise that jumped to and fro from her throat. “Hatchling, you’ve sssaid you’ve alwaysss been alone during sssummer, yesss?” Tom nodded, not quite understanding what she was getting at. “You’ve made friendsss with the other hatchling, (y/n), thatsss what you don’t want to end. Thisss is the firssst sssummer you’ve not been alone, and (y/n) isss why; you want to keep being friendsss, but you are ssscared, of what I am not sssure.”

“I’m not-scared.” Tom snapped-in English-glaring at nothing, he wasn’t scared, not of Prothero, or of anything. Viper just gave him a knowing look, she was quite wise for a snake, and she could see the confusion within the young hatchling.

“you’ve never had a real friend before, have you?” Viper asked and Tom felt his cheeks flush, before slowly nodding. “Thisss isss all new to you then, but it’sss okay to admit you want to keep being friendsss beyond this placcce, you aren’t weaker to want her to be your friend.”

Tom swallowed, clicking his jaw a bit. “You sssure think you know a lot about me,” Tom muttered, not correcting the snake but not telling her she was wrong either. Viper looked as if she was grinning, smugly, and Tom sighed; getting to his feet. “This was a waste of time,” he mumbled to himself, grabbing the key to the reptile house ignoring the knowing look on Viper’s face as he stepped out of the building and locked it back up-heading back to the house as the midnight breeze ruffled his hair.

But Viper’s words had made him think, because yes-he did want to stay friends with Prothero…but she was a muggle-born, someone his schoolmates loathed just because of her blood. If he stayed friendly with her, his reputation would possibly go down the drain and he would lose all chances of climbing the ladder he so desperately was trying to climb.

But at the same time-he didn’t care. Because Prothero…(y/n), was the first friend he had truly made, she was…fun to be around, he didn’t feel like he had to act a certain way around her, and she didn’t seem to care about the reputation he had created at school-to her, he was just another kid her age that she teased relentlessly and called sugar cube(and still stole his things, like his WAND).

Tom sighed as he stepped back into his room and leaned on the door to close it, letting his head hit the wood as it tipped back. Feelings were so confusing.

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By Saturday,(it had been Tuesday when Tom bathed Navi) Navi was walking around the building while Tom and (y/n) cleaned it, usually following Tom while (y/n) held back her laughter. She was also gaining weight quickly but safely, gaining energy she hadn’t had only a week before.

And when Tom and (y/n) went back to the house to go eat lunch, Navi was making all sorts of noises as Tom and (y/n) tried to leave. (y/n) snorted as Tom stared in near awe, chuckling a bit under his breath as Navi just-kept talking. “I think she wants to come with you,” (y/n) laughed and Tom sighed, sharing a glance with (y/n)-waiting till (y/n) nodded before he went to let Navi back out and let her follow them to the house.

“Is that Navi?” Maggie asked, her eyes wide as she saw Navi trotting behind Tom. Navi quickly got anxious at the horde of humans and curled up behind Tom-who knelt beside the scared pup and wrapped his arm around her, whispering calmly.

“Yeah, she really likes Tom, got very vocal when we tried to leave.” (y/n) said as she went into the house, Maggie laughing at the image in her head while Tom stayed back with Navi, sitting with her in the grass. Navi was still very nervous around so many people-but she was the one who had demanded to come along, eventually (y/n) came back out with their lunch and handed one to Tom, who leaned away as Navi attempted to get a good sniff.

“Not for you,” Tom said with a small grin, laughing as Navi climbed into his lap and attempted to get his food. “Oh, so he does laugh!” Justin teased as Tom carefully pushed Navi off of him, making her sit and then giving her some of his chicken.

Tom just rolled his eyes with a side smirk and ate some of his lunch, chuckling as (y/n) provided commentary for Navi as if she could speak-which provided the whole horde with laughter as Navi continued to attempt to snatch Tom’s lunch right from his hands.

“Is, is for me, I take from lanky hands,” (y/n) said in an odd voice, cackling as Navi smacked Tom’s neck with her paw, being very vocal as she attempted to convince Tom to give her his lunch.

“I do not have lanky hands, I’m just skinny,” Tom told (y/n) but she just snorted and told him Navi said that, not her. Tom hummed with a nod, his lips pursed into a smirk while (y/n) laughed, just so happy Navi was finally showing off her personality and being silly.

Tom ate most of his lunch and then gave Navi the last of it for being so brave, chuckling as she devoured the chicken. “She’s gonna miss you when we leave,” (y/n) mumbled next to him, the two now alone-both watching as Navi panted in the afternoon sun, looking like the happy dog she was supposed to be. She still had a lot of weight to put on, and still needed some medical attention-but she was going to pull through.

“I think I’m gonna miss her too,” Tom mumbled back, relaxing back on his hands, keeping his eyes on Navi as he felt (y/n)’s chin rest on his shoulder, a burning feeling traveling down his arm. He ignored it, he just wasn’t used to being touched was all.

“Too bad we can’t bring her back with us, but at the same thing I think it would be way too much in too little time,” (y/n) muttered and Tom snorted, only imagining the chaos it would be to bring Navi to school. Even if he was sure Headmaster Dippet loved him, there was no way he would approve of Tom bringing a ‘random’ animal.

“Yeah, besides, I can think of some key people who would just ruin all her progress,” Tom said bitterly, thinking of his schoolmates, Black especially. (y/n) made a noise and Tom turned his head slightly, having a feeling she wanted to speak. “Why are you friends with them anyway? I mean-you’re not really like them, personality-wise. You’re far more mature, though you have your moments,” Tom snorted again and he felt (y/n)’s grin against his shirt. “and while I’m sure now, I assumed you didn’t really think of people the way they did…like how they are with muggleborns ‘n stuff, you never really called anyone…mudblood, and you aren’t a bully like they are?”

Tom froze at that, staring at Navi. “Sugar cube?” (y/n) asked, moving to sit beside him, frowning at his expression-like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Tom?”

“i…I did think that way, for a bit,” Tom muttered, looking down at his hands, which were now picking at the grass he sat on. “I just wasn't vocal about it, didn’t want to ruin any options I had,” Tom sighed again as (y/n) looked a bit uncomfortable, now realizing Tom might think the same of her as his ‘friends’ did. “Honestly (y/n),” she seemed surprised to hear her name, but let him continue. “if you had tried to be my friend before all of, this,” Tom waved his hand around at their surroundings, his eyes still downcast. “I would’ve called you all the worst names in the book, in my head at least, probably would’ve been a prat, I didn’t want friendships, I didn’t value people, only what they could do for me…”

Tom went quiet, trying to figure out his next words while (y/n) glanced off, and then back at him. “Then why were you so…nice(he was a bit rude but-nice was the closest word) during the train ride and those first two weeks? I assume your opinion didn’t really change until you started working with me?”

Tom shrugged, giving (y/n) a mock of his most charming smile. “I’m polite and I prefer to keep my enemies to a minimum, but-yes, that day I first helped you is what really started turning my mind around, that and…Navi,” Navi perked up at her name and tilted her head, making Tom smile.

“I think I still have some-things to work through but,” Tom shrugged again, looking up at the clear blue sky. “I don’t think like they do anymore…I’m…not really sure I’ll be able to return to school and go back to how it was.” (y/n) slowly hummed, nodding, staring at the side of his face.

“I would like to stay friends, for one thing,” Tom said, unable to help but let that wish tumble from his lips, flushing as (y/n) blinked at him, a bit surprised. Then she started laughing and Tom sighed, an almost tired smile on his face. “You really thought I was just going to let you act like this summer never happened?! Nah you’re stuck with me for life sugar cube; no returns, no exchanges, no take backs.” (y/n) teased, poking his cheek while Tom laughed quietly, nodding along to her teasing.

“Oh no, whatever shall I do?” Tom said dryly, grinning as (y/n) shook her head and shoved him gently. “Besides, those boys are all boring anyways, can't say they’ve ever spent three hours cleaning snake shit with me,” Tom muttered, laughing as (y/n) snorted and leaned forward enough to bump her head into his shoulder.

“And they’ve never gotten me beignets, so,” Tom hummed, letting out a small yelp as (y/n) pushed him to the ground, laughing as Navi jumped up and over to help (y/n) push Tom around. “Not fair! Two against one is not fair!” (y/n) just kept laughing as Navi barked-getting zoomies as the two teens kept laughing and then watched in giggling awe as Navi ran about.

“Sooo,” (y/n) muttered after a few minutes, looking at Tom and holding her hand in the air, an uncertain smile on her face. “friends?” Tom blinked, and then smiled, grabbing her hand and squeezing lightly, looking up at her from his spot on the ground. “Friends.” Tom muttered softly, his smile turning to a wide grin as (y/n) nodded, holding back a big smile of her own as Navi came over and plopped between them-letting out a big huff as she side-flopped into Tom, who let out a small ‘oof’ as Navi put her weight into him.

Yeah, he was definitely gonna miss this place.

-end of p8-

I still don’t know how to write Tom, and I half feel like the pacing is off but also…it's good enough, but yay Navi~ I’ve been imagining her as a staffy btw

@slytherinboysappreciation

[kiaroscuro]

Warnings: descriptions of violence, major character death

Rating: Mature

Main Pairing: Ren Amamiya / Arsene

Main Tags: post-canon, zombie au, angst, hurt / comfort, road trips

Warning:

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"What do you miss the most about before?" Ren asks, a few days later. They've tested out the hot spring bath for the first time, a quick affair with Arsene standing guard while Ren hurried and bathed -- nonetheless, the warm water had felt wonderful on his skin, making it flush pink, and he might have used up a whole bottle of fancy shampoo from the hotel kiosk. Ren was smelling like sweet roses, but also his hair was as soft as it's never been before. They've settled into a routine that has them do a perimeter sweep each day after breakfast before they choose a direction and map it out more thoroughly whenever they're not staying at the hotel, though Arsene has been hinting that he wants to check out the library, so that was on their itinerary for the next day. They were snuggled close in bed right now, Ren on his back and Arsene resting on his stomach, head on his crossed arms while he watches Ren trail a finger over the outline of his broken horn.

Arsene hums, warmth suffusing them both. Our heists do not count?

"No, that would be cheating," Ren says, softly. Sometimes he wonders if the Metaverse even still existed or if it was completely gone, turned inside-out with the shadows. The persona ponders over the question, adjusting his wings until one is folded loosely against his back and the other draped over Ren's legs.

I think... music. Is what Arsene settles on, softly. He's abandoned working on the radio in favor of their new surroundings for now. I miss going to the theater, or to performances; the noises of an alive city, I guess. Et toi?

"Honestly, music's a good point. I can't help but think about movies, though -- that new chick flick that Ann wanted to watch was supposed to release this month, but with everything..." Ren sighs, the pads of his fingers trailing lower, over the edges of Arsene's mask. They've not had sex yet, something Ren really wants to remedy one of these days, but any memory of intimacy brings Takuto to the forefront of his mind, and he keeps recoiling from his own thoughts. Seeing Arsene like this, all soft and pliant to Ren's touch, makes him want to push against the seams of the persona's masks, makes Ren want to open his mouth and figure out if Arsene has a tongue or not. Ren wants to do things, but also not really, and it confuses him. But Arsene is here, and in the end that is all that matters.

Mhm. Leblanc's coffee. I miss how comfortable it was, listening to thee grind the beans and prepare the drinks under the Hierophant's gaze.

Ren closes his eyes. "...or going to the subway mall with Ann and Haru, or eating ramen with the guys. I even miss Makoto nagging about our exams and Futaba bugging the attic. Do you think... they're okay?"

"We have to believe so," Arsene answers, softly. Qu'est-ce qui te manque d'autre? He asks.

"School, if you'd believe me. Huh, never thought I'd say that. Hmm... being able to just order food. Having a phone connection."

Having internet, I presume? That too, yes, but not necessarily for the reasons Arsene was thinking; having internet meant that Ren was always one text away from his friends, and it made it so much easier to research things. How often had they run into situations where only trial and error had saved them, instead of a quick web search later? Ren sighs, feels the wing shift before Arsene cradles his hand close with his own, dark claws so much bigger than Ren's hand. He brings the back of it to the seam of his mouth, puffing out a little flame in imitation of a kiss, and Ren flushes before shifting himself, tugging at Arsene until the persona willingly follows. Ren kisses the seam, fire licking against his lips, and he can feel it part minimally under his touch until -- something wet licks over his lips.

It disappeared too quickly for Ren to really see, and he's staring in bewilderment at the persona. Arsene is grinning, flames curling around his horns in amusement, and Ren touches a finger-pad to his own lips in wonder. "Did you-- did you just--" He stammers, embarrassingly red all of a sudden.

Arsene's mouth parts open, slower this time, the inside painted an orange-red. He sticks out the tip of his tongue, cheekily, before the seam closes again and the fire reappears. You forget that I can hear your thoughts as if on broadband, dear.

Ren flushes crimson to the tip of his ears. "You-- you-- you-- ugh-!" He wails. It's mostly for show, because both of them can feel how the heat is pooling low in Ren's stomach, and it would be easy for Arsene to just continue and Ren wouldn't even really want to stop him--

only the persona retreats again, like back in the shrine, still close to Ren but without any intent of continuing. He's shuffled so that his mask is digging into Ren's stomach, draped halfway over the human, melodramatic as he likes to be, though there's an undercurrent of notyet-soon-notready that Ren acknowledges with a hum.

--

The library's just as imposing on the inside as from the outside, Ren notes, standing in the doorway and admiring the arching dome. It looks like something out of a wizard's lair, and the musk of books is heavy; it seemed that on the day of the outbreak the library had been closed, because nothing is touched or even disrupted inside, and so they proceed onwards. Arsene wants to pick up a book on building and repairing electronic devices to help in his quest with the radio, and Ren is interested in anything about wilderness survival he can get his hands on, so they part ways for an hour or two, each one perusing their own aisles. Ren keeps receiving feedback from Arsene's emotions every-so-often, little tidbits while they browse, until he comes across a rental space for household appliances and stops, staring at it. Oh, right, that's a thing. The little electric stove or the rice and water-cookers weren't exactly useful in their situation, but there were 'leisure items' as well, which included battery-powered gameboys, something called an Etch-a-Sketch, and various other electronic games. Ren grabs one of the consoles and all of the games for it, grabs the weird sketchpad-thing, and finds a music disc player. He stares at it, notes that it's battery-powered, and absolutely grabs it as well, already turning into the aisle with rentable music CD.

(Inserting the first CD he finds, labelled Best of Japanese Folk Songs, he immediately notices that the audio output is missing. Thankfully Ren knows some about music players -- Yusuke owned an old mp3-player he would occasionally use -- and that led him back to the electronics rental section in search for both a little sound amplifier and headphones. He finds both, and setting the music on the lowest volume has the chime of a flute echo in the silent library.

Ren gets goosebumps and then hurries over to Arsene to show him.)

Arsene's ecstatic, and they spend a good hour just goofing off and trying out different CDs until they have a sizeable stack before something occurs to the persona: Think we can find a record store? He thinks-asks, and Ren tilts his head to the side.

"Probably, yeah. Why?"

Arsene flushes. "Phonographes do not require any sort of electricity." He says, abashed, as if it was ridiculous that he'd forget something that was common during his not-lifetime. Ren stares at him.

"Then let's find one! Oh-- and an analog camera as well, and-- hm..." he trails off, uncertain if such a thing as an analog television that didn't need cable existed. He brushes his lips against the edge of Arsene's mask in good measure before they put their haul into backpacks and leave the library, re-closing all of the doors to keep it intact for future visits. After depositing their new belongings in their room, they continue onwards in search of either a music store or an office for a city map, before Ren glances up at the softly-snowing sky. "Think we can find Christmas decorations somewhere?" He asks, and Arsene steps closer until their sides brush against each other.

"How come?" The persona asks, voice soft.

"...a little bit of hope never hurt anyone, did it?" Ren asks, softly, and Arsene agrees a moment later.

(They find a record store the same day and ornaments two days later in an already-ransacked mall, and by the end of their tenth day there's an almost obnoxious amount of Christmas decoration spread across their home. Ren even found some oversize sweaters that could fit on Arsene's broader frame after he doctored the back for the persona's wings, cutting stripes into the lower back and sewing on clasps underneath so that the sweaters could sit snugly on Arsene's hips, and it was so absurd to see the battle-ready persona dressed in anything that wasn't formalwear that Ren had to laugh the first time.)

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[icallhimjoey]

SPOILERS AHEAD!

OHHHH Joey boy is starting to creep his way under our skin now, isn’t he?!!

*vigorously rubs palms together * Let’s do this:

Something changed though. None of those three encounters happened at your flat. Didn’t feel right. Your flat was your safe little sanctuary of peace and quiet and you didn’t need boys to come in there and ruin the vibes. Ruin the feng shui of it all.

You didn’t know what was suddenly different, or why it was suddenly like that, but... never mind.

Okay, but I KNOW why 🌚

I literally giggled out loud at this:

“Okay, psycho. Hang up and text me with your fingers,” you sighed, mumbled, “I swear to God, I can’t,” under your breath and got a hesitant laugh from Joe that faded in volume before the call cut off.

Joe calling us with his fingers:

We also need to talk about the way that Joe just took our whole breaking into his house thing in stride and wasn’t at all mad about it (but like technically it’s his fault for being daft enough to leave a spare key under the doormat), and still tucked us into his bed (!!!), letting us sleep in the middle of his bed (where did he sleep???), the smiling and softly laughing, then the sweet, chaste kiss into our hair, the excessive amount of towels and change of (his!) clothes (the absolute softness of it all) (I simply CANNOT deal), oh and the way we are so oblivious to these feelings creeping up on us… not us talking about Joe to our friends at the strip club 🙈

With one leg out of the shower, Joe was quick to crowd you back in. Stepped in front of you and placed both his fucking freezing cold hands on your hips to push you back into the hot steam…

…Joe turned you around and you saw how his hand reached for a bottle of shampoo you suddenly recognized as your own. That was your shampoo. That was the shampoo you used at home.

“Joe, is that...”

“What?” he asked all innocently.

“This isn’t the type of shit you buy in Super Drug,”

“Don’t worry about it,”

And you didn’t, because the second those two lathered up hands found your scalp, your whole body turned into putty. Absolutely melted into his touch. Audibly moaned and ignored Joe’s soft laughter behind you.

(I’ll never get over this detail. Not only did he notice what kind of shampoo we used, but he also bought a bottle and KEPT IT ON HAND KNOWING SOMEDAY WE’D USE IT) *screaming*

After rinsing out your hair, Joe’s kisses on the backs of your shoulders mattered too.

His mouth on your neck mattered next.

Large hands on your tits.

His leg pressing a thigh up in between yours.

And then you felt him prod where you kind of wanted it most, but where he couldn’t. Not now.

Joe wanting to know our number (and I knew right then and there the answer he would give us), the croissants and bagels and smoothies (The Softness™️ is TOO MUCH, MAN)!!

“Yea, yea. Power to women and that, I get it. Beyoncé. Whatever.” Joe raised a hand, twisted is wrist a few times and showed you the back of his hand and his palm repeatedly.

Made you snort.

Seeing Joe do the Single Ladies dance over breakfast wasn’t exactly something you’d ever thought you'd see.

“One.” He repeated, holding up one finger to clarify. “It’s the one person. There’s one person I’m sleeping with.”

I KNEW IT.

and finally… the lasagne 😭

I can’t deal. For real, this is so real. The Softness™️ is everything I want and yet everything that makes me feel uncomfy and wary hesitant, and you are so real for writing us this way. Hits so close to home. But also since I’m older and have done a lot of healing, that new part of me really craves and loves The Softness™️ and it’s sooooo worth it to squeeze ourselves out of our comfort zones to learn to feel comfortable in the glow of it.

The Softness™️ can feel so foreign and strange and undeserved, but it’s exactly what us traumatized, avoidant girlies NEED.

we had our little moment of weakness of letting the softness GET IT US a little

[daisyishedwig]

Hi, since Seblaine week has been delayed and I'm impatient, I'm gonna share a few of my favorite snippets from what I'm writing for it. Under the cut because I don't know how long it will be.

Snippet 1

Kurt and Blaine came to a silent understanding. Blaine wasn't going to stop seeing Sebastian. No matter how hard Kurt tried to convince him, it just wasn't going to happen. 

So they agreed that Kurt would stop trying to intervene and in exchange, he didn't have to pretend to be polite to Sebastian.

Though that wasn't all that much of a change. It had been difficult to tell if Kurt and Sebastian were actually friends or just bitter rivals who put up with each other for Blaine. But their verbal sparring matches certainly took on a new level of viciousness. 

He tried not to make a habit of Sebastian spending the night at his place. But he also didn’t have the courage to step through the entryway of his and Sebastian’s old apartment. He usually only allowed Sebastian to kiss him silly with his back pressed against the front door before he left him for the night. So when they wanted privacy, Blaine’s place it was. 

And on the rare night that Sebastian didn’t leave shortly after the deed was done, he was guaranteed to wake up to him and Kurt bickering in the kitchen the next morning. But Sebastian was sweet in the morning. He was usually in the kitchen cooking Blaine breakfast when Kurt found him, and even as they started fighting, Sebastian would pour Kurt a cup of coffee and hand it to him. Blaine knew Sebastian thought of his fights with Kurt as a game. Blaine was never quite sure if Kurt thought the same. 

Snippet 2

Nick paused and then Sebastian heard the muffled sound of Nick informing his assistant to cancel his lunch meeting. “Okay,” he said, “tell me everything.”

And Sebastian did. He pulled out a bottle of wine from the fridge, uncorked it, sat on his floor, and told Nick all about Blaine.

“Bro definitely thought you were dating,” Nick said when he was done.

“No he didn’t,” Sebastian assured.

“Bassy, Bassy, Bassy, your head is so far up your ass, do you even know what an actual relationship looks like?”

“Of course I do!” he exclaimed.

“Obviously not, because an actual relationship looks like cooking dinner, watching movies, reading in bed, and not having sex every time you see each other. As far as Blaine saw it, you two were in a relationship, and you cheated on him.”

Sebastian took another large swig. He was on his second bottle. “But… what do I have to offer him?”

He could hear Nick laughing on the other end. “Fuck if I know,” he said, “but clearly a lot if he was that invested in you.”

Snippet 3

“Or maybe I just despise you,” Blaine said.

“Oh, Killer, if that were true you wouldn’t have let me stop you from leaving. And you certainly wouldn’t still be here now.”

Blaine swallowed loudly. 

“So, you have two options, Anderson.” Sebastian wrapped an arm around Blaine’s stomach and pulled his back into his chest. “When Beiste comes back for us, we can go our separate ways, and you can continue to pretend you don’t want to fuck me. Or you can follow me, and I’ll make it worth your while.” 

Blaine’s pulse raced and he shuddered in Sebastian’s grasp. It was a bad idea. It was a terrible idea. He’d fuck this all up and ruin his last chance. But Blaine Anderson was never very smart when it came to his own self-preservation.

Snippet 4

But then Sebastian showed up on his doorstep with two tickets to the traveling production of Hadestown and a bouquet of Sunflowers, Blaine’s favorite. Blaine was going to put Nair in Cooper’s shampoo for aiding in these atrocious attempts at flirting.

“No,” Blaine said and started to shut the door, but Sebastian stopped it with a firm hand and shouldered his way in. 

“I mean, if you just want to stay in, I certainly won’t say no,” Sebastian said, wandering over to Blaine’s small kitchen. He started rifling through Blaine’s cupboards, presumably looking for something to put the flowers in.

“I know what you’re doing, Sebastian,” Blaine said, his arms folded over his chest.

“I would sure hope so,” he said, finally locating a vase. He took it to the sink to fill it. “I’ve spent a good amount of money on wooing you, Anderson.”

Blaine huffed. “I don’t care how much money you’ve spent, it’s not going to work.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Oh don’t pretend this isn’t slowly breaking down that wall, Blaine. I know your type, you need to be romanced, so romance you I will.” He gave Blaine a sly grin and a not-so-subtle once-over. “And as much as I love seeing you dressed down in sweats from that prep school you went to, you should really get dressed. We have a reservation at six and then the show at eight.”

“In what world do you think I’m going anywhere with you?” 

“Um, this one, obviously.” Sebastian was arranging the flowers in the vase so they looked just right from where they sat on the counter.

[maguro13-2]

*Sequel to Post*

Kagome : (riding on a bike with Amate) Another glorious day of riding my bike in my great homeotwn. You sure riding a biking is not that dangerous with no handlebars-?

*WHOOSH*

Kagome : Huh?

Amate/Machu : What the...?

Ranma : Hey guys! I'm kinda liking the new studio! It's better than the old show!

Akane : (running) I'm running to Mappa fast as I can!

Kagome : Well, somethings never changed, if there was modernization for all of us, remember your own Karma from Rumi. (To Amate/Machu) Hey, New Kid. Make sure to be careful when you're riding on a--(about to hit Rock-Form Kirby)

*bike snap*

Kagome : (yelps) WAAAAH!

Amate/Machu : Woah! (sees Kagome gets thrown off from her bike and tumbles down a cliff)

Kagome : (grunting in pain) Ow! Ow! Ow! Why does this happened?!

Amate/Machu : (To Kagome) Are you okay down there?! Should I lend you a hand?

Kagome : No thanks. But I think that I accidentally landed on a--Wait, is there a land mine planted here!?

*EXPLOSION*

Kagome : (groans) Okay...You could literally lend me a hand here. And I also needed anyone who can find my spleen!

*next*

Kodachi : Ha. No problemo. Messing things up will definitely get you nowhere. Watch this. Get a load of this freaky monster horse girl. I'm gonna do it. But what does Japan have to do with mythologies?

Japan : Ask anyone besides me.

Kodachi : Oh well. I better get started. This is like pinning the tail on a Donkey's Arse, but this is crazy for me to do it! Here I come you stupid horse girl!

Ranko (Ranma) : No wait, Kodachi! That's not a humanoid horse girl, that's an actual Centaur horse girl from--

*POINK*

Centorea Shianus : YEOUCH! YOU POKED ME FROM BEHIND, YOU NITWIT!

*Smash Sound : Strong Hit*

Ranko (Ranma) : Ooh! (sees Kodachi flown into the background after being bucked by Centorea)

Kodachi : (shouting) I REGRET NOTHING!!! Wait, what are Land mines doing here?

*Loud Explosion*

Ranko (Ranma) : Bad Karma! Bad Karma!

Ryoga : (chased by Centorea with a southern drawl) HELP! KITTY RIDE ON THE LOOSE!

Ranko (Ranma) : Never do bad things when you got karma.

(next)

Ranko (Ranma) : Hey look. I'm the one that doesn't do bad karma doesn't me that I did bad things. I'm all ears now, we'll do a simple time to 15 you see it's gonna be fine.

Ryoga : Who's a purple shake. I'll give you a purple flurp for a buck.

Ranko : Alright, let me have one.

(later shows Ranma and Ryoga collapsed on the floor with their faces drenched in Grimace Shake)

Akane : That is not Karma. (sees the shake bubbling) Okay, maybe that is karma.

(last one)

Ranma : (sighs) Karma.

Ranko : Yeah...Karma it is.

Ryoga : This whole Karma thing bites the dust. I'm roasting to get all the freeze stuff off my butt.

Nabiki : And I needed a time to do with all the bad karma on my side.

Akane : (with her foot in a bucket full of ice) I'm so mangled, I havven sip one hot chocolate drink and no expresso. Boil me up a kettle of tea and it'll be my last.

Ranma : Feels like there's something missing.

Shampoo : Hey...Martial arts mercenary at your service you'll be liking the new and improved Shampoo bottle when you--(starts slipping on the floor) Gah! Woah-Woah-Woaaaaaah!

*Cartoon SFC : Slide whistle*

Shampoo : (in undo-kid voice) Uh-oh.

*CRASH+SIZZLE*

Shampoo : (screams, shouting in mandarin)

(the gangs laughs with excitement)

Ranma : Wow! Now that's called Karma!

Shampoo : What do you find this funny? I'm getting blisters all over on my face!

All : KARMA!

Shampoo : Oh ha! ha! ha! Very funny, now help me out so I can have my face healed ice with ice!

(iris out)

(iris shot with Ranko)

Ranko (Ranma) : Wait! There's more!

(iris shot)

Mahito : Yo, guys of Rumiko. My boss found that we robbed out the fans with season 2 on TV and shunned me, it's cool If I'm on cleaning duties for a couple of da—What the--?

Ranko : Hey, crazy guy with expansions, think fast to this! It got me good Karma (Mahito is stunned to see Ranko using the Hadouken technique in view)

Mahito : W-Wait! What are you going to do with that?! (he is then blasted by the Hadouken technique used by Ranko while screaming, and which kills him instantly by explosives)

Akane : What do you think you're doing!? That was supposed to be giving out his therapy sessions about the second season!

Ranko : What you said that it would give him bad karma and that's exactly what I must do.

Akane : You're gonna regret for paying all the damages.

*Power down*

Ranma : And exactly what are you going to do with me?

Akane : Like this! with a red headband on my head. Shoryuken

*DBZ SFX : Strong Punch*

Ranma : WAAAAAH! *CRASH*

Akane : Yatta! (blows out)

Ranma : (with his body hanging) I'm getting one of those outcomes.