#this movie was hilarious and tense

[featherandferns]

daylight - eight

jj maybank x fem!reader | part 8 of the daylight series | read part 7 here

content warnings: sexual content (f receiving); drug use (weed)

word count: 2.5k.

blurb: whilst watching cheesy eighties horror, you and JJ somehow end up in a fight as all the mess from the past two months finally comes to a head.

“This is the dumbest fucking movie I’ve ever seen,” you snort, passing JJ back his joint. 

“Shut up, this is the best part,” JJ mutters.

He takes a hit and the cloud of vapour clouds your vision. It temporarily blocks the view of the screen, showing Lauren Daniels, permed blonde hair and pink-sweater clad, quivering in fear atop of a shelf in her apartment. The slimy, green-toned cannibalistic monster lingers below, snarling with its fang-like teeth and beady eyes. In the light of modern C.G.I and with the humour from the high you’re on, the whole movie is ludicrous and hilarious. JJ had begged for you guys to watch it. Your vote was Legally Blonde but he turned his nose up. So, here you were, sat side by side, your feet in his lap, dazily watching C.H.U.D as you pass a joint back and forth. You’re at JJ’s house. It had the lingering household smell of weed and booze. Untidy and unkempt, there were empty beer cans and unclean laundry strewn about all over. Intermixed was mechanical parts which you assume are from his dad’s handy-man jobs. His dad was out somewhere: JJ hadn’t said and you didn’t ask. 

As Lauren tosses a bucket of developer on the monster, one of JJ’s hands absentmindedly massages your left foot. It shoots tingles up your legs. It’s weirdly domestic, this entanglement. Something about it feels more than friendly. I mean, you can’t imagine JJ messing with Kiara’s feet whilst watching a movie. Tuning out of the movie and taking another hit of the joint, your mind starts to wander. 

Things between you and JJ had gotten more and more complicated. Most conversations started with teasing jabs and ended with his dick in your mouth. Hang-outs came with the unspoken agreement of making-out at some stage. But things were deeper than sex. The conversations were deeper than those shared between fuck buddies. The touching felt more sensual than a rush to get off. There were these times you’d catch JJ looking at you, and there’d be this longing in his gaze. You knew it because you saw it in your own eyes. Catch it in the reflection of a mirror or window, or spot it in a photo taken by one of the Pogues at whatever hang. You always kept the focus on him, though. It felt easier to pleasure him than to have his hands on you. Everytime he tried to, you’d tense up and internally freak out, and spiral into thoughts and anxieties that stemmed from Tyler. In short: it scared the shit out of you to let JJ have you. You knew that the moment you’d give yourself to him would be the moment you were in too deep. 

But every time you think about bringing it up or cutting it off, you remember how relaxed you feel in JJ’s company. How seen. The two of you shared a language that didn’t require trivial things like words. The thought of JJ being the impending meteorite circling your orbit lost its weight in worry with the notion that you got to have him near. That you got to gaze upon and marvel at him when he wasn’t looking, and wonder how on earth something so pure and perfect was handed such a shitty deal in life. How someone like him wanted to spend time with someone like you. 

JJ’s knuckle hitting a pressure point in your foot has you twitching, coming back to the present. He chuckles quietly. Does it again just to get a reaction. You lightly kick at him. 

“Knock it off,” you mumble. 

“Can’t help it. S’funny,” he replies. “You hear from Mimsy recently?”

“A little. I think she’s really into Darren,” you say.

It’s weird that JJ knows about that. About Mimsy and her livelihood, and was interested enough to ask about it. He had a habit of checking up on you. Asking you about how you were feeling about Kildare, and how your parents were, how the photography was going, how Mimsy was doing. He coaxed anecdotes about Vancouver out of you whenever you felt homesick simply because he knew how much you liked talking about your home. 

“Didn’t you say he was a trust fund baby?” JJ sniggers. 

“Yeah, well, there’s worse people for her to hook up with,” you shrug, requesting the joint back with wiggling fingers.

“What? Like Lloyd?”

You glance at him, mildly bewildered. “How do you remember that?”

“Hm?”

“How do you remember Lloyd?” 

You don’t even remember mentioning him. JJ shrugs. 

“I dunno. I remember most things you tell me,” he says, looking back to the TV screen. His fingers continue rubbing the palm of your foot. You’re practically desensitised to it now. “I like hearing you talk.”

And you fucking hate it when he says things like that: passes compliments to you like it’s Monopoly currency. You hate how easy it is for him to do it, seemingly unaware of the effect it has on you.

When JJ turns to you again, likely seeking out the joint, he finds your stare set on his profile. Smiling, he asks, “what?”

Your lips twitch upwards at the deja vu. “Nothing. It’s just that you’re really fucking pretty.”

JJ eyes light up. His smile turns bashful. It's taken out of view when he dips his head, turning it away from you. You giggle and prod at his chest with your toes, teeth sinking into your lips to try and keep your cheesy grin at bay.

JJ's fingers wrap around your ankle. He drags you to him, across the sofa, making you yelp out with a laugh. Those very fingers slide up your bare legs, slipping under your pyjama shorts to cup your ass, and he tugs you into his lap. You loop your arms around his neck with a giggle, blunt still balanced precariously between two fingers, and accidentally bump his forehead in the process. The two of you laugh, doped up and dizzy, and his nose brushes yours as he calms. The two of you sit like that - you in JJ’s lap - passing Eskimo kisses, eyes closed, smiles steady. When he finally presses his lips to yours, the kiss feels different to all the other times. Less frenzied. It almost feels like he’s trying to tell you something as he brushes your lips against his. His tongue that slips into your mouth carries messages you can’t seem to decipher, as the two of you fall into one another. One of your hands strokes along his jaw, angling his head to deepen the kiss. He’s growing hard beneath you, making your cunt throb with the thought. He flinches away suddenly with a hiss. 

“What? What’s wrong?” you mumble, leaning back in his strong hold. 

He chuckles. “Fucking ash hit the back of my neck.”

Giggling, you take the joint away and carelessly put it on the coffee table behind you. Turning back to him, you find yourself taken aback by the look on his face. It makes your heart stop still in your chest before it plummets down your ribcage. You know that look. You’ve seen it on your own face, when you stare into the mirror. 

“JJ…” you whisper. 

His lips on yours silence you with a fiery kiss. You gasp against them as he picks you up and practically tosses you on your back on the sofa, with something between a grunt and growl. He scrambles to be atop of you, unapologetic as he kisses down your jawline and neck. You hurry to take off your shirt the moment his fingers tease at the hem of it. He’s back on you in a minute. Your body feels like it’s on fire. Like you might combust if someone were to light a match. And, God, do you want him to.

You rut your hips instinctively at the feel of JJ’s lips on your nipple through your thin bralette. Eyes slipping closed, head tilting back, your fingers latch into his scraggly hair. You hum out a moan. 

“So fuckin’ pretty, baby,” JJ mumbles against your heaving stomach. “So fuckin’ needy too.”

Your fingers fiddle with the back of his collar, tugging at it until he takes the hint. He grabs it by the back and pulls it off his head. Tosses it to the side, chuckling with a horny grin as he reconnects his lips to your bare skin. Your bralette joins the pile, much to JJ’s pleasure. His hands fondle at your breast; the pad of his thumb tenderly brushes over your hardening nipple before pinching it between his forefinger. You gasp out a soundless moan. 

Kissing just above the waistband of your shorts, his fingers find purchase on your hipbones. They dip below the fabric and try to coax them down. 

You feel like gravity hits. You come plummeting back down to earth. Palming at his shoulder and jaw, you try and coax his face back to yours. 

“Lemme suck you off,” you mumble, looking down at him. He looks so pretty, between your legs. 

He shakes his head with a smile. “Wanna make you feel good.”

“You don’t have to,” you say, trying to keep your voice light. You try to bring him back up to you again but JJ doesn’t relent. It takes you physically shifting out of his hold to stop him from pulling your short down. When he looks up at you, his smile is fading. You try to bring it back with one of your own. “I just wanna get you off.”

JJ pauses. Physically stills. Then, he sits back on his knees. Your smile vanishes. After knowing JJ for as long as you have, you can recognise the telltale signs of his frustration and anger. JJ looks to the TV screen, attention elsewhere, and begins to shake his head. Slow at first, then fast. All you can do is watch. Finally, he makes a sound. It’s a humourless scoff.

“Why won’t you let me touch you?” JJ asks, looking back to you. 

Your stomach twists nervously. “I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“JJ, I literally just let you feel me up,” you return with a failing laugh, brows furrowing. 

“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” JJ quickly returns, tone turning short. 

You blink at him, faux smile gone, and your lips bumble to find some sort of response. JJ’s irritation momentarily subsides and is instead replaced with hurt. 

You hate the vulnerable insecurity in JJ’s voice when he asks, “do you not trust me or something?”

“No, of course I do–”

“Then why do you never let me near you?” JJ snaps. He tosses out his arms. “I mean, am I not good enough for you or something?”

“What?”

“Not fucking worthy enough to see you naked, is that it?”

“Of course not,” you breathe, bewildered by the thought. 

“Then what? I don’t fucking turn you on, is that it? I just don’t do it for you and you wanna spare my fucking feelings?”

Your eyes narrow at his words. “Are you throwing what happened in the chateau in my face right now?”

“No, I just–” JJ cuts himself off with a sharp exhale, clenching his eyes shut. He clenches his fist to try and restrain his anger. His knuckles slowly lift to his lips. “I just want to know why.”

“Why the fuck do you think you deserve to?” you snap. Sitting up, you grab for your shirt and tug it on. “What? You think every person you’ve ever known owes you an explanation for why they’re not falling at your feet?”

“Oh, fuck off,” JJ mutters, shaking his head. “You’re avoiding the question.”

“I don’t need to avoid it,” you sharply return. “Cause I don’t need to fucking answer it.”

“You don’t need to answer it?”

“No, I don’t.”

“You don’t think I deserve to know why, after two months of us doing this fucking thing, you don’t let me go down on you?”

Your eyes clench shut. 

“Why you don’t let me fuck you?”

You laugh out a humourless laugh. Gape at him, eyes mean. “Oh! So that’s what this is! You’re fucking bitter cause a girl won’t let you fuck her? You know, there’s this wonderful thing in the world, JJ - you should learn about it sometime. It’s called women having rights.”

“Oh my fucking God,” JJ spits, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers as his eyes shut. “You’re fucking impossible, you know that?”

“And you’re an entitled prick. Guess we both have each other’s number now,” you quickly retort.

You get to your feet and search for JJ’s shirt, finding it on the other side of the coffee table. The drivel coming out of the television only pisses you off more, so you shut it off. 

“What aren’t you telling me?” JJ asks. His voice is calmer, though still strung tight. With your back to him, he can’t see the look on your face. He can’t see the physical pain that question causes you. “I thought things were good between us.”

You look down and your eyes close. Fist scrunching JJ’s t-shirt in your hold, your lips purse to keep from quivering. You knew this was a bad idea. Most things are, when it comes to romance. Somebody always gets hurt. 

“Well? Aren’t they?”

You take a shaking intake of air and finally find enough courage to turn. JJ’s not angry anymore. He looks just as dejected as you feel. You shake your head weakly. 

“What are we doing, JJ?”

“I…” His mouth moves but no words come out. Until they do. “We’re just messing around.”

It feels like that’s the final shot to your stomach that sends your whole world crashing. As if laying down to rest, your eyes slip shut. 

“Yeah, well, it’s certainly a fucking mess now, isn’t it?” you whisper.

You throw him his shirt with no conviction. He only just catches it as it slides down his chest. For once in his life, JJ doesn’t seem to have anything to say. Shaking your head, breaking his stare, you run your fingers through your hair.

“I’ll see you around, JJ.”

As you walk past him, towards the door, you hear JJ call out your name. You don’t stop. Don’t turn. Don’t think about anything but Vancouver the entire way home, as if it’s some escapist daydream. Halfway to your house, you try to call Mimsy but she doesn't pick up. You try again as you walk through the door. Home alone, the house feels just as lonely as yourself. With one final attempt, you go to voicemail for a third time. You leave her a mess of a voicemail. And then, you crawl into bed.

part nine coming soon!

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[waywardcrow]

Boyfriend without benefits.

Think about being so tired for lack of sleep and your usual sunshine personality becomes as grumpy as Bucky’s. When Sam pointed it out, you gave him a glare that sent him running out of the room, it was something Bucky would have find hilarious if it wasn’t for his concern about you. You guys were only friends –you both wanted more but were too dumb to act on your feelings yet- still Nat loved to call him your boyfriend without benefits. Always together, in missions, in family dinners, in movie nights but he always respected your space, barely touching you which drives you crazy but just like him, his limits were important to you. That’s why it was a surprise when he took you by the hand and away from a very scared Tony who made the mistake of joking about the purple under your eyes and vampires. “Where are we going James?” He almost tensed, you never called him that before. “To get you to sleep, you need it doll.” Bucky steadied you when you tripped. It was true but nothing you tried worked: medicine, essential oils, even asmr. You only slept these days when you were in the brink of collapse. “But I can’t.” you pouted when he stopped in front of his door. He found you so fucking adorable that couldn’t help but smile. “Let’s give it a try, ok? For me.” He added before you could complain. Being sleep deprived as you were, you didn’t ask why you were in his room and not yours or complained when he took your shoes off and help you lay on his pillows. Your body welcomed the comfort of his sheets, his scent lingering in them and making you close your eyes before rolling on your side to hug him. “Come here” too drunk on him, you put your head on his chest, his steady heartbeat drifting you to sleep. Bucky ran his fingers carefully through your hair. Almost sleeping, you let out a chuckle and he looked at you with such love in his eyes that it would have woke you up if you were looking at him. “What?” “Nat is right” you mumbled “you are my boyfriend without benefits.” If you were more awake the embarrassment will never let you stay placidly in his chest but you barely registered your words, Bucky in the other hand broke a smile and give you a kiss in the nose. “Have a good night of sleep and I can give you the benefits later.” He promised. You slept better than ever.

[drivestraight]

CONCLAVE WAS SO GOOD ‼️‼️‼️ one of the most beautiful and intentional movies i’ve ever seen. all of the shots and close-ups and the gorgeous + well-thought out scenes. the shot where it’s raining and all the cardinals are walking with their umbrellas. the scene where lawrence casts his vote. the lighting + the set. stunning. such a beautiful movie. tense + thrilling and had my attention the entire time. ralph fiennes was incredible. the breathtaking intensity + the subtlety of his performance

also outrageously hilarious, to the very end

[im-not-samantha-im-samanta]

Jinx and Isha x Isha's identical twin reader [fluff]

"Team for life"

@ayedomino0 here you go, love

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Trigger Warning: I don't think there's any, just pure fluff which is unusual for me, but we all need it after act 2. Also I'm not used to writing for three characters at once, so this probably isn't any sort of masterpiece. I also think I may have subconsciously written reader as female, so sorry male and enby readers. This is also pretty fast paced. Also, I don't know what it's like to have a twin, but I hope I didn't write Isha and Reader as the typical twin stereotype shown in movies.

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"Alright, alright, Y/N, guess what time it is!" Jinx's voice rang through the room, making your heart pause.

No, hold on, it couldn't be that time already - you were so sure there were still countless minutes, hours separating you from this exact moment!

But as your wide eyed gaze darted towards the clock on the wall the reality was clear as day - it really was that time already.

"That's right, pipsqueak - medicine time!" Jinx called loud as she came into view, wearing a wide, rascally grin.

Her stance was dramatic and attention grabbing, a bottle of cough drops in one hand, a spoon in the other.

Then, as she went to get the substance onto the spoon, Jinx chirped up again: "Now!" but she ended up cutting herself off right away.

Her pink tinted eyes intensely focused on the drops dripping onto the spoon, carefully watching and counting the amount of drops you would be receiving.

When the right portion was on the spoon, Jinx visibly relaxed and her scatterbrained grin softened up.

"Now," she repeated before dramatically holding up the spoon as if it were some sort of trophy, "say hello to the cough drops express!".

Jinx's gaze then moved towards you, ready to treat your sore throat: "I know how much you hate these, so let's get it over with".

But the moment her eyes laid on you, Jinx halted in her movements and the playful grin fell off her face.

Jinx was so sure she was seeing double because instead of having two individually dressed twins, she suddenly had two identically dressed twins.

Both of them looking at her with the exact same puppy-eyed expression on their faces.

"As sly as a fox, eh?" Jinx commented and broke into a grin as she shook her head in disbelief at the situation.

Then she put her hand holding the cough drop bottle on her hip, smirking.

"okay, which one of you came up with this?" She asked and, still holding the spoon with your medicine, she motioned to you and Isha.

Neither of you spoke of course, nor did you give any sort of other reaction, both you and Isha just looked at Jinx with your two sets of golden, big eyes.

Jinx wasn't bothered by the lack of reaction though, nor was she really bothered by the situation - of anything, she honestly found it hilarious.

"Hmm," she hummed, pressing her manicured finger to her lips while still handling the cough drops bottle, pretending to be deep in thought.

"I bet it was..." Jinx paused, letting the tension build up as her pink eyes found yours and locked with them.

"Y/N," she grinned, the eye contact with you intense and making your heart stop for the second time today.

The way Jinx was looking at you sent shivers down your spine, and panic immediately settled in your chest.

You wondered whether or not could Jinx tell you apart despite all the effort you put into looking identical with Isha.

Your stance grew more uneasy and tense right away, not helping your cause at all - however, Isha jumped in for the rescue without a moment of hesitation.

In an blink of an eye, she quickly copied and matched your tense body language and anxious facial expressions.

The mirroring on Isha's part was flawless, although it was slightly harder for her to act this way and seem genuine - after all, between you and her, it was you that was the more naturally timid twin.

However, Isha was still quite naturally skilled in this sort of thing - plus this wasn't the first time you and Isha were pulling this sort of stunt on people.

So, executing the act on this part wasn't all too impossible for you and Isha - or more like Isha since she was doing most of the work in this particular situation.

But still, with the way Jinx was looking at you, you had a feeling she knew exactly, perfectly well, who was who.

And yet, whether or not was that nagging feeling correct was left as an unsolved mystery because Jinx either genuinely didn't know, or she's decided to humour you and the little stunt you were trying to pull.

"Hmm," Jinx hummed as she straightened up, her intense gaze leaving yours and fixing on Isha instead, looking her over as if trying to do her best to figure out which twin she was.

Unlike you, Isha's stance didn't falter in response to being studied like a small bug under a microscope - she was still perfectly mirroring how you were handling the situation.

Although you were aware that Isha still had this obvious bark to her, making her act of unease less authentic than yours.

But you couldn't really blame her because this kind of behaviour simply wasn't true to her personality.

You just nervously hoped that this simple fact was this much obvious to just you and your sister, and not Jinx.

"Well, I have to give it to ya," Jinx commented after giving you and Isha one last once over, "you two really are sneaky,".

In response, you and Isha exchanged a look, both of you smiling in your own unique way, pride swelling in your chests at your schemes being acknowledged and even appraised.

In that moment, you and Isha felt like you have successfully outsmarted Jinx and won this little game that you have found yourselves playing with the older girl.

Jinx smirked then, looking at the two of you with amusement, and also some hint of pride at how much work you two put into making your silly plan come to life.

Really, the two of you truly did everything possible to look like flawless copies of one another, it was hard to tell you two were two different beings - Jinx was quite impressed.

Though Jinx had a certain advantage over the two of you, an advantage she's not told you about because she simply didn't have the heart to - or maybe she just liked having an advantage.

After all, the two of you could be quite the handful at times - so, any sort of advantage over you was valuable and useful.

Anyways, that advantage was that Jinx was detail oriented, and over the time she's spent with you and Isha, she's noticed things that helped her tell you apart.

For example - and it wasn't too noticable, but your smiles tended to be soft and timid, while Isha's smiles were bolder and more pronounced, with her front teeth usually slightly peeking out from under her lip.

Jinx loved the both of your individual smiles - she adored all that made them differ, but also all that made them similar if not the same at first glance.

Jinx's smirk then softened into something warmer, something fonder, as she added: "and... you two really do stick together, like true sisters...".

Her voice was softer than usual, and so was the look on her face - the way she looked at you two was almost wistful, like she wished she and Vi could have what you two shared so seemingly effortlessly.

However, just as quick as that gentle expression of Jinx's came, it was gone just as quick, replaced by that playful, mischievous look Jinx was so known for.

"Alright, I have an idea for a game," Jinx gave a wicked grin and right at that moment, you and Isha became alert once more, losing the smiles on your faces.

You were somewhat more tense than Isha, of course, since, you were the one supposed to take those disgusting cough drops, not Isha - she was just playing along with your plan.

"it's called: Let's wait to see which one of you starts coughing and reveals which one of you is Y/N. Sounds fun, no?" Jinx tilted her head, her braids swinging some.

At that, you gave one horrified look to Isha, which Jinx didn't miss, but also didn't comment on - she felt like prolonging the small game that you had going on.

She was having lots of fun with this, and she wanted to know how far the two of you would be willing to take this - or more like, how far would be Isha willing to play along to help you get out of having to take your medicine.

Then, as if on cue, you felt that irritating, scratchy sensation building up in your throat, and your brows furrowed as you tried to hold back the incoming coughing fit.

And, sending Isha one last desperate, pleading look, you suddenly broke into a fit of harsh, pained coughs.

Much to your joy, Isha got you covered - once again, she didn't hesitate and matched your actions, beginning to fake as equally bad coughing fit.

And Jinx? She just watched your two's antics with amusement - you two really were something for sure.

But, Jinx also secretly felt envious because Isha really had your back no matter what the situation was.

And Jinx's thoughts momentarily drifted back to Violet, quietly wondering if it really was that hard to stick up for a sister that you hold dear.

But Jinx pushed those thoughts aside, forcing herself to focus on the present and what she currently had - not the past and what she didn't and couldn't have.

"Well damn," Jinx grinned playfully when your and Isha's coughing came to a halt so that both of you could catch your breath, "whatever can I do with you two?".

"Seems like you two won this round, I can't give Y/N her medicine without the risk of giving it to Isha," Jinx announced casually, her hand that was holding the cough drops bottle returning to rest on her hip.

And exhaling dramatically, she, just to egg you on a little more, added in: "guess I'll have to throw in the towel after all."

At that proclamation, your teary eyed gaze - the result of your bad coughing fit - lit up, filling up with hope and sheer excitement.

You couldn't believe it - Jinx was actually giving up and you wouldn't have to take that gross liquid!

A joyous grin appeared on your face, and you and Isha shared a victorious fist bump - however, your excitement and victory were all short lived.

Because Jinx's next words were: "That... Or, I could give the cough drops to the both of you, just to make sure I got the right twin,".

Both your and Isha's faces fell then, and finally, Isha didn't have to pretend to be horrified anymore because she genuinely became uneasy at the suggestion.

Isha herself knew how disgusting was the taste of those cough drops, and she would much rather eat some of those questionable foods the weird vendors in Zaun sold than take that medicine.

"Yeah, that's not such a bad idea," Jinx nodded to herself, appraising her own train of thought with a wide, satisfied grin.

"I mean, think about it - for Y/N it's to treat her sore throat, and for Isha it'd be precautionary, a just-in-case!" she thought out loud, swinging the spoon with cough drops around.

And, facing the two of you once more, Jinx smirked and held out the spoon as she asked: "What do ya think, Isha? Want some of these yummy cough drops?".

In response to that, all the loyalty Isha held for you was gone, and she frantically shook her head in disagreement with a light, panicked squeal, pointing at you and ratting you out.

Yep, she threw you under the bus, making you feel utter betrayal which you - metaphorically - voiced by gasping and glaring daggers into your sister.

But Isha only sent you an apologetic smile and made a circling motion with her fist over her heart to tell you a casual sorry.

She didn't look too sorry though because her face showed clear signs of relief upon being spared from having to consume those dreaded cough drops.

At Isha's half-hearted apology, you reacted by sending her another glare, one that didn't need any words to get across just what you were thinking: traitor.

Meanwhile Jinx, who was watching the whole exchange chuckled and kneeled down to you, her expression amused yet gentle as she cooed: "Don't get all too mad at her, kid,".

"you would've ended up taking the drops in any case, I knew who was who all along." she smiled gently, making you pause and look at her with wide, surprised eyes.

"Yeah, I knew the whole time which one was Isha, and which one was you," Jinx confirmed what you were silently thinking in your head "I was just playing you.".

To that delivered claim, you crossed your arms and frowned, acting all upset and offended that Jinx would make such a fool of you like that.

But Jinx only gave a hearty laugh: "Hey, it was you who was trying to play me first - you started it! Serves you right, you little sneaky rat!".

"So, don't get all mad now that your little stunt came back to bite you in the ass," she sassed you in a light-hearted tone, smiling fondly at you and making you fume more.

But sensing your attitude, Jinx eased up on her mean spirited yet no harm meaning taunts: "But, tell you what, you take your cough drops now, and...".

She trailed off, seeming to be thinking of what to offer you so that you'd be willing to call truce between the two of you.

"and I'll let you eat cookies before dinner, deal?" Jinx offered, making your frown immediately disappear and get replaced by a content smile and an eager nod.

And Jinx grinned proudly in response: "Alright, ma'am, seems like we have a deal," and holding the spoon to your lips, she added: "hurry up then, or the cookies might grow legs and run off.".

You giggled at those words, and finally more willing to take your medicine, you opened up your mouth for Jinx to give you those cough drops.

But before Jinx could even think of pressing the spoon against your lips, Isha stomped against the ground to bring your and Jinx's attention to herself.

When both of you directed your gazes towards Isha, she was standing there with crossed arms and an expectant look.

"Seems like someone wants cookies before dinner too," Jinx noted, her expression showing she was clearly entertained by Isha's bold attitude and cheeky antics.

With a grin, Jinx slowly looked up, rolling her eyes to pretend to think as she mused: "But I dunno... do you even deserve cookies after ratting out your sis?".

Then her gaze drifted towards you once more, and Jinx questioned: What do you think, Y/N, should Isha get some cookies after backstabbing you?".

You then looked at Isha, and the girl gave you the biggest puppy dog eyed expression she could muster up, her hands clasped together in a begging manner.

To that, you pursed your lips and pressed a finger against them, pretending to be considering whether or not you thought your sister should get a sweet treat after what she's done.

But, of course, you could never stay mad at her for too long, and you caved in, looking at her with a smile before turning to Jinx and nodding in agreement to her question.

And Jinx smiled softly at you, feeling some sort of warmth in her chest that you were willing to forgive your sister and allow her to share simple joys with you.

"Well, alright then!" Jinx called right after, her energy amped up again, "seems like the council has decided to take pity on you and grant you mercy, Isha!".

Jinx sent a grin Isha's way, making the girl perk up and smile eagerly at the prospect of being allowed to join you and have a cookie or two before dinner.

You joined in with a soft smile of your own, making eye contact with your sister and wordlessly letting her know that you two were still a team for life.

[otomiyaa]

1403

Venom x Eddie

[Fic Reupload] - Venom fic reupload to celebrate the 3rd movie which I'll see tomorrow. This fic is originally from 2020.

Summary: Eddie’s neighbor seems to have forgotten about the scary encounter with Eddie and Venom, and is back to being a noisy prick. While Eddie has gotten used to it, Venom can’t get any rest and decides to troll so they can get their revenge. (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 1.5K

Eddie murmured in his sleep. He squirmed. "Hmmmhm. Hmmmm. Nope."

"Yes." Despite the fact he talked in his sleep, Venom felt how his host’s body was still in a state of rest, while he hadn’t been in hours. His senses were tingling. 

That damn neighbor was being loud again. It hadn’t been long since he slowly started to show his old behavior again. As if he’d completely forgotten about Eddie and Venom’s warning to him. Venom had already offered Eddie to chomp his head off, but Eddie had clearly told him no. No, because he is not a bad person. And no, because Eddie could live with it now. 

Yeah, easy for him to talk. Venom was restless. Symbiotes could go a long time without rest, but nights like this when Eddie was in a deep sleep and he was lying awake, yeah, those were hella annoying. He had no idea about the time right now, but the neighbor’s noise had continued for long enough to keep him awake, unable to find any sleep. 

Venom was bored. He thought about taking Eddie’s body out for a nightly outing again, but remembered last time’s scolding. He had promised to at least leave him peacefully in bed this time. Sigh. 

So, out of boredom, he was playing around with his host’s body. Not in a bad way of course. He used Eddie’s own hands to lightly tickle him, but it did not seem to cause any reaction.

Intrigued, Venom continued to try. Eddie murmured some more. Venom’s attempts grew more aggressive. “Yes,” he said again as he tried to tickle Eddie. In the end, Eddie did wake up, but he wasn’t laughing.

“The hell you doin’?” he asked sleepily, and he yawned and stretched out. Venom however pulled his hands back and continued to use Eddie’s own hands to poke and scribble at his tummy.

“Tickling you. Looks like I cannot do it like this. Not with your hands,” Venom said. Eddie rolled his eyes and yawned again.

“We’ve been over this. I can’t tickle myself. Now stop being random and get some sleep.”

“I can’t.”

“How’s that?” Eddie asked, sounding as if he was about to fall asleep again.

“1403,” Venom answered. “1403 has kept me awake again. He is awful.” Eddie chuckled tiredly. “I know, I know. He is quiet now, so get some sleep.”

“We should get him back,” Venom said. “I already told you, no one’s eating him. He’s loud, not bad,” Eddie muttered. 

“No eating. We should make some noise too. Show him what it’s like,” Venom said. “Like, right now. He’s probably sleeping.”

“No one’s gonna make any noise,” Eddie said, but he then tensed up when Venom - this time with his sneaky tendrils like he had often done before - tickled his sides teasingly.

“Are you sure?” he asked. He could feel how Eddie’s entire body tensed and tried to fight the sensations. 

“Venom - no. Not now, no. No no no, HAh!” Eddie quickly brought his arms over his face to muffle himself, but Venom was having none of that. Taking over control, he moved Eddie’s arms up over his head, and for extra steadiness, restrained them there with his tendrils. 

He then formed two claws, and wiggled them eagerly above his host’s stretched out, helpless torso. Eddie only sighed sleepily, his eyes rolling back.

“Venom, noooo. Please no, just let me sleep. What time is it, fucking four in the morning isn’t ihi-AHAhh! You fuhhuckin’ pahaharasite!” Eddie cried out, throwing his head back when Venom dug in without mercy. 

“You are going to get louder than that Eddie. We will wake him up,” Venom said excitedly. Tickling Eddie was never boring. He himself felt great whenever he did it. Eddie sounded hilarious. What a lovely instrument, this human tickling-thing. 

“HEHEh-NOhahaha!” Venom had often tickled Eddie like this. Mostly during the day. Sometimes the noisy neighbor would be making music at the same time. Other times he was at home, but never said anything. 

In the hallway he sometimes looked at them awkwardly, with a judging look. Of course he often heard Eddie laugh so loud the whole building could hear. He was in no place to argue, making noise himself.

Still, doing this, Venom hoped he would be waking up now, curse Eddie Brock’s loud and random laughs and squeals at this time in the night and furiously pull his pillow over his head. Venom chuckled. No. Even with his pillow over his head, he was going to hear Eddie’s laughter. No matter what.

“VEHEH-Venahaha-Venom! NAHaha-pahha-you parasite!” Eddie shrieked when Venom took no moment to build up any longer. He tickled Eddie in multiple places at the same time. His exposed underarms, his ribs, his stomach. He even teasingly wiggled his tongue under his chin before he said, “Come again?” 

“PAHAH-PARASITE!” Eddie called him through his hysterical laughter. Venom let out an evil laugh. “Oh, Eddie,” he cooed before even adding a new tickle spot; his hips and waist area got added in the mix. Venom had the power to tickle him in all those places at the same time, and make him laugh like this.

But what he liked about it was that Eddie was calling him parasite, and any wise being would know this only motivated Venom to tickle him more. Rather than argue his way out and claim his night’s rest back, Eddie rather provoked him. Venom loved that. He loved to be provoked, and show Eddie what it would result in.

“As you wish, Eddie,” he said fondly. Eddie’s shirt had been pushed up all the way to his neck, and his tendrils tickled all over Eddie’s bare torso. 

“HAAHA! NOT Thehere - Vehehen-VEnahaam! NOhoho!” Eddie roared when Venom added some extra pressure in his sensitive armpits. 

“Just a little louder.” Venom shot out a few extra tendrils that slithered down to the end of the bed where they captured Eddie’s bare feet. 

“AAHAAH!” Eddie was hysterical, hilarious. Also cute. Snickering, Venom sought that one spot he had discovered a little while ago. Moving his head down as well so he could spot it precisely, he now could only hear Eddie’s loud laughter and pleas, instead of also seeing his happy face.

“GHAAHA-get bahahack here!” Eddie warned. “Oh I’d love to. But first...” Venom found the spot under Eddie’s toes that he had been looking for, and swiped at it with some extra tiny tendrils. Eddie’s entire body shook in response. Brilliant.

“EEEehhe! Stahhaap! Y-you’re so meheheeeaan!” Eddie whined. “AAAHH! NOHOH!” Eddie’s loud squeals bounced off the walls, and right through - Venom was sure of it. If this wasn’t ruining 1403′s night rest, he had to be dead. Anyone would wake up from this. 

“ENAGh-ENOUGH! VEHE-VENOM gahaha-damn iiiit!” Hmm. Venom started to think that maybe he had given Eddie enough of this random tickle torture that interrupted his sleep. 

“We did well,” Venom complimented as he slowly ceased the tickling, giving the spot under Eddie’s toes a final tickly lick before he moved back up. He released his body and watched him tremble, his chest heaving with each deep breath.

“You suck. So bad,” Eddie sighed breathlessly.

“But you still like us.”

“Fuck you,” Eddie cursed, a big smile still plastered on his face. “Happy now?” he then asked. 

“I think so. Let’s see tomorrow.” Eddie didn’t even ask him what he meant. He already fell asleep again. Fast asleep. He must’ve been exhausted. Thinking about that, Venom started to feel tired too. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to take some rest after all. And rest he found. Even if it was a mere couple of hours, he was content.

Indeed, as Venom suspected, the next morning when they walked into the hallway and ran into the 1403-neighbor guy, he had bags under his eyes. He looked like he had a bad night.

 “Bad night huh?” Eddie asked. Noisy neighbour shot him a look.

“Yeah,” he said. Eddie laughed. “I know aaall about it,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets and heading out before him. 

“We were successful,” Venom said proudly,

“That we were. You had your revenge, good for you,” Eddie said sarcastically. Venom chuckled.

“Good for you too,” he replied. “Let’s do it again tonight.”

“Venom, no. NO!” Eddie let out a squeaky laugh when Venom sneakily tickled him in the middle of the streets. “Then I’ll take us for a nightly mission again. Sleep is overrated.”

“No - you won’t do that either, no! Vehehe-Venom! Not in puhuhublic!” Never in his life had Venom felt as entertained as when he was with Eddie. There were always ways to find joy, and with his host’s sensitive body at his mercy all day and night, it was the easiest thing ever to find that joy and indulge.

“I know. Let’s tickle you every night until 1403 moves out.”

“VEhehenom, no!” Yes, a joyful life. Venom was happy. 

[mazeinthemiroh]

I think watching a scary movie w ateez as ur s/o would be so cute cuz there giants so if get scared u can hide behind them but if they get scared then u would bd trying to calm them down like some big puppy or smth 😭

ateez watching scary movies with their s/o

genre: headcanons; crack, fluff

warnings: cursing

please like and reblog if you enjoy <3

hongjoong

so loud and for what

the only time he asks for cuddles is if he's watching a horror movie

otherwise, he just plays hard to get ahem

halfway through the movie, he starts criticising the acting/directing like why-

his anticipation of something bad happening intertwined is all too much but hongjoong can't help but comment on the cheesy music chosen for this particular scene-

seonghwa

cuddles up close to you

claims it's to comfort you but...

we know he'll need it too

arms around you at all times in some sort of death-grip

shields your eyes aware if there are any really horrible bits

but can't seem to tear his own eyes always and then he's traumatised

yunho

in my opinion, yunho is the safest option here

for one thing, he digs horror movies

he likes to cuddle in general so will totally let you snuggle up to him if you're scared

and he doesn't get particularly scared himself so he chill

will comfort you like the good man he is

just so <3333

yeosang

seems unbothered through most of it

but jolts and jumps out of his skin at the jumpscares

he's not particularly scared tho

doesn't let go of your hand throughout the movie but that's just cos he's comfy like that

it's what yall do!

prefers watching stuff like coraline and nightmare before christmas rather than actual horror movies

san

this poor man's nerves-

comfort him :( pretty please?

he questions his life choices bcs how on earth has he wound up watching a horror movie?

not happy, very sulky

buries his head into the crook of your neck

super clingy but very cute <3

you'll have to comfort him the whole night

mingi

scared and just not ready for this type of intensity

just wants a chill night, he didn't sign up for this

will talk during most of the movie to distract himself from the scary parts

even though he's a big boy, he's clinging onto you when it gets more tense

screams in your ear like a banshee

you'll probably be deaf by the end of the night

wooyoung

shrieks till his heart's content

you guys usually watch movies in his bedroom so every time you scream the members come in and tell you guys to shut tf up

which you don't.

likes making fun of the characters sometimes

and mostly telling them

"don't go in there it's a trap... you idiot??????"

jongho

not afraid of anything

will take the piss out of you if you're scared, laughing in your face because it's so hilarious to him

but also tells you to be quiet if you're yelling too loudly cos he wants to watch the movie

rude >:(

but makes up for it by letting you eat his candy and popcorn :)

[watchmorecinema]

Something I think is a bit of an issue is the myth that the "great" films from the past are all boring, unrelatable and incomprehensible. That some black and white foreign film from Sweden can only be a really slow, dour experience. I'll admit that I was guilty of that thought at one point too.

The reality is that lots of these great films are actually broadly enjoyable. The reason they're considered great isn't because of elitism, some snobby ideal that they're hard to watch and therefore better, but because they're just extremely well made and stylized films. The black and white Swedish film? That describes a number of Ingmar Bergman films like The Seventh Seal. And The Seventh Seal is hilarious, even now. I honestly thought it was going to just be really serious and depressing but it's a life riot (when not being serious and depressing). There's a scene where a man is trading insults with his wife's lover, but he's not very smart so another man is whispering insults to him to use. It's about a knight that plays chess with death for a chance at living, but death is a cheating bastard that delivers one liners before he kills someone.

I know that a lot of people really only watch whatever is popular and recent, and that's fine, but I don't want people to miss out on truly great films because they think they'd be hard to watch. I did a showing of a silent film at work (One Week by Buster Keaton) and everyone was enthralled by the stunt work on display. It's over 100 years old and it still holds up because there's no expiration date on quality.

If you are looking to engage with older films though, skip Tarkovsky for now. Stalker and Solaris are two incredible films (Stalker is probably top ten for me), but those are absolutely the cliche of some slow, hard to follow "true art is incomprehensible" film. Terrence Malick as well. Excellent filmmaker, but watching The Tree of Life is work. Kurosawa and Hitchcock are some of my favorite directors and every movie they make is straightforward and thrilling. High and Low is the most incredible police procedural I've seen in my life, and Psycho is still a tense, thrilling experience.

To be clear there is absolutely nothing wrong with liking the most popular stuff. I used to watch every marvel movie that came out, and I still think Wandavision is excellent. I have fond memories of going to watch Captain America with friends. I loved the Barbie movie and that's in the top 15 highest grossing films of all time. I just think that there's a lot of great films to explore if you're willing to try.

[werecreature-addicted]

Would the sparkling vampires have been reacted to differently if written by a better author? Possibly

I feel like the main reason (imo) for why the sparkling is hated on so much though is that the reveal of it just feels so ridiculous. Like edward claiming he’s a monster or whatever and then proceeds to reveal his shimmery 6 pack is….unconvincing at best

og tags on this post for anyone who hasn't seen it

Excellent question anon. If you think about it there are a lot of silly things we associate with vampires.

Exhibit A: the classic widow's peak black hair and dramatic cape

look at it with fresh eyes and imagine seeing this for the first time, goofy. silly even. but this style of vampire was iconized by Bella Ligosi's performance as Dracula in Dracula 1931 which is of course very good and a staple in vampire cannon as well as just culture in general. It's good and it's old which lends it an air of authority. whereas Twilight is new(ish) and bad so it's artistic changes and creative choices are fighting an uphill battle already, add in the fact that Vampires Sparkling is a little ridiculous and you can see why so many people dismiss Twilight's vampires outright.

This post is so long continued under the cut

Now I am a Twilight fan and I think Twilight is very bad in a lot of ways, the two ideas are not mutually exclusive. Twilight however is a fascinating case study in cultural knowledge and mythos. Stephanie Meyer informally did very little research about Vampire Cannon, if you can call it that, before writing Twilight (link to an interview where she mentions it) so instead of being carefully constructed world-building based on hard rules and strict internal logic, the vampires are kind of loosely defined shadows based on the broadest understanding of what a vampire is. They're dead, they drink blood, they don't go out in sunlight. Some other popular vampire staples go addressed but dismissed as myth (garlic and having no reflection) but then things like The vampires in Twilight don't have fangs and have weird additional supper powers sometimes go just completely taken for granted and not really expanded upon in a satisfying way.

This style of world-building and magic system has a tendency to chafe against readers who have a more in-depth context for vampires and Meyre's more simplistic writing style makes the text come off as juvenile and perhaps a little dumb.

All this to say the sparkling vampires are not handled super well. It is a very large jump from what most readers would expect to see from a vampire story and it is handled inconsistently at best in the text itself. Meyer describes the vampires in the sun both as A beautiful glittering like that of a diamond, and a reflection of light so intense that it looks like the vampire is being burned alive in the sun.

these two conflicting descriptions coupled with the again simplistic and juvenile writing style makes it seem more like a mistake you should roll your eyes at rather than an intentional complexity to read into. I'd argue that Bella sees this inhumanity as beautiful and alluring while Edward sees it as a curse and a reminder of his monstrous nature and therefore disgusting. That being said I don't fault anyone for not wanting to read that deeply into the vampire glittering and instead see it as the author trying to have her cake and eat it too, something Meyers does frequently throughout even just the first Twilight novel.

Not even to mention the movies.

Exhibit B: this is the skin of a killer Bella.

This is prima facie hilarious and stupid. the juxtaposition of the soft glittering effect and the chiming sound in this scene coupled with the seemingly unwarranted disgust is so fucking funny. which is not the tone this scene is going for. it's supposed to be tense, it comes off as corny instead.

Then there is the hate mob that dominated Twilight discourse when it first came out. I will not get into how much of that hate was warranted, what I'm interested in is how much of a cultural impact it had. There was, at least in the beginning, a large group of people who hated Twilight and would hate anything that came from it simply because it came from Twilight. These people grabbed onto the sparkly vampire thing and made it what it is today, these people were never going to be won over by any artistic liberty no matter what.

So to answer your question, I think that if a writer with a more in-depth understanding of vampires and a clearer vision of the magic system wrote Twilight with a more mature tone and more time given to expanding on just the vampire's powers and limitations, and the movies followed these hypothetical books more closely AND if there was never an anti-Twilight coultral movement. then yeah maybe Vampires sparkling wouldn't be seen as the dumbest shit ever.

thank you for coming to my Twilight Ted talk.

[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

Penance + (knock-off) Ambrosia

still alive, slowpokes :P

When -- during the meal at the Greene's Farm as seen in S02 Chupacabra. After Shame on a plate.

What -- Carol wanted to cook a communal dinner for the Greenes in thanks for all they've done to help your group. Under the weight of Otis' death as well as possibly having to vacate to God-knows-where, the shared meal is tense. Meanwhile, Daryl's busy beating himself up alone in his room and won't eat.

Relationships -- slow burn Daryl x You

Perspective -- You 2nd, Daryl 3rd

Pronouns -- neutral

TWs -- some language, and a non-descriptive allusion to Shane's actions in Stuck in a damn bed.

Masterlist -- Official one here and Chronological one here

feedback is nice to get :D

Jimmy’s note to you reads: “What’s a pirate’s faverite letter?”

Easy, you know this one!

After double-taking at the typo, you scribble back “aRRRR!” and pass it to where he sits beside you, a smug grin tucked in your face. Only rule is: don’t laugh.

Yo, this table is fun, you’re not even embarrassed about being in your mid-twenties and sitting at the kiddie table. It’s too bad Carl tired himself out earlier, he’d be in stitches!

Oh, come to think of it, that wouldn’t be good, his actual stitches are still healing. So are yours, for that matter…

Anyway, it started off as a silly thing: Not 5 minutes into the meal, Beth had tiptoed to get her drawing pad from the den and wrote “please pass white gravy + pepper?” instead of whispering it, because supper had/has been that darn quiet.

This immediately (and somehow wordlessly) turned into the no-laugh competition you’ve all got going.

Granted, laughing out loud might would make the dinner a little less stiff, but you aren’t certain.

The big table seems rough. They’re barely making eye contact, not really talking, eesh.

Before dinner began, Patricia, Lori, and Carol were chatting as they finished up the cooking, and at the same time there was light discussion as you were helping wash the dishes and set the table with your friends. Even Lori exiting Carl’s room after plainly having been crying didn’t alter the good jibing any, things were chill.

But when everyone came in, sat down together? It got uneasy. When Mr. Greene said the blessing it almost felt too loud.

Now the room is limited to clinking, scraping noises, murmured niceties, and hushed requests to pass things.

You did almost lose the no-laugh game first when Glenn quietly mimicked the way Gollum said “what’s taters, precious?” because you whispered at him to “pass the mashed taters, please?” instead of ‘potatoes.’ Don’t fret, you’d obviously murmured back the only correct response of “po-tay-toes?” as well as the cooking instructions Sam says in the movie.

You almost lost it again when Glenn next decided to break the silence by asking the entire room if anybody knew how to play the guitar. The crickets that followed, hilarious!

Except, then Patricia spoke up that her husband had known, Mr. Greene agreed about how skilled Otis had been.

Oh, did the tension spike.

First thing you'd done was peek around to see if Shane was okay. He wasn’t.

His expression had taken on that 1000 yard stare sort of deal he’s been slipping into. Scared, lost. Then hard and almost mean.

Something got broke in him real bad that night Otis got killed. It’s scary, especially considering how he snapped at you yesterday and even…never mind, you don’t want to get into it.

At any rate, he made a very serious apology to you earlier today, very serious.

So, yeah, the room turned way more tense after that innocent guitar question, certainly sobered you up right quick.

And the strange sensation you’d had after Amy got killed, the one where it felt as if her blood was back on it, it started to come back pretty strong. Granted, it had come back after what happened with Shane the other day, too, but the sensation revved up more after the guitar question. Rest in peace Otis.

And at least to you, it made the unspoken understanding of Sophia twist harder, too.

When poor Jimmy got teary when his dad was brought up, you traced a blessing on his forehead and set to scribbling the next dumb joke you could think of on another scrap of paper for him and reminded yourself your hand was clean and that Otis and Sophia’s fates weren’t on you.

As for poor Glenn, once the exchange was over, he looked like he wanted to transform into a chair.

Silver lining was that Maggie helped him feel better; she slipped him a note that must’ve been a really good joke because Glenn seemed giddy as a schoolboy as he wrote down the punchline or whatever.

‘Schoolboy’ is definitely the best term — Mr. Greene and Dale happened to see Glenn sneaking back his response and were staring at the folded paper in his hand.

It’s kinda silly, right? Not only were you, Margaret, and Glenn sat at the kid table, but you were also acting like kids, what with the note-passing. Caught by the principal lol.

In the moment, you’d figured might as well, and so scribbled in big letters on the back of the notepad itself: “Too quiet, so we pass notes!”

When you held it up to the two of them, Dale read the words, swallowed a smile, then mouthed "troublemaker" to you.

As for Mr. Greene, his expression was, per usual, unreadable.

That was, what, all of 10 minutes ago? And it’s still a quiet, tense meal.

Maggie hasn’t taken the note from Glenn out her pocket to share it. A part of you hopes it’s something sweet, therefore private.

And, well, right now, you’re staring at your plate and thinking on how you’ve already got helping #2 on it. It makes you wonder if the quiet in the room, tense as it feels, might could be related to the food?

’Cause dude, it’s been so long since a hot meal this good!

Even the heartbreak about Sophia isn’t enough to stop the cravings from going into overdrive (not true, actually, but the meal is great, is what you mean)—and Carol orchestrated the dinner, anyway. She’s in a place where even she can eat, so…

Wiping your hand on your napkin again (and again), you take another sip of water, and fidget with your fork and knife.

God save you, you want to go hog wild on the food and shove it all into your mouth in one fell swoop. So, you know, maybe everyone else is also extra quiet to focus on eating politely and not stuffing it all in their face like half-starved hamsters, too.

That’s a nice thing to imagine, rather than it being gonna-get-kicked-off-the-property-and-we’re-very-sorry-Otis-is-dead-and-are-we-allowed-to-enjoy-things-when-Sophia-is-probably-dead? tenseness.

Because the food really is so yummy! And there are potatoes! Carol was so thrilled to find out they have potatoes! And there’s dairy! Therefore butter and cream and milk — hallelujah!— oh, you did a happy dance the second a forkful of the mashed taters touched your lips!

Back to the present, as you set to crafting an unnaturally large bite featuring a taste of everything from your plate, Jimmy is reading your response to his pirate joke while — grinning wide and shaking his head?

Then, you see as he scratches with the pen again on the note in his lap and hands it back to you.

Is not a pirate’s favorite letter R? What other letter could it…

You keep chewing while you open the folded note.

It reads:

“aRRRR? Nay, ‘tis the C!”

…

…

OH MY GOSH—

___________________________

Him

___________________________

A familiar laugh belted out from down the hallway where they was all doing dinner. This was followed by couple seconds of silence even more dead than the dinner already sounded.

But after that? It was as if a dam had burst and carried in pack of hyenas who quickly overtook the dining room.

He next thought he heard the word “pirate,” but that made no sense. A few minutes later, the hyenas seem to have left, judging by how shit got all quiet again.

That is until another noise, this time suspiciously moan-like, called out from the dining room. Within a second or two, he heard the food’s praises sung, T-Dog leading the charge, and, well, the din stayed put after that.

One, big, happy family.

Minus one missing little girl.

Daryl hadn’t touched his plate yet, hadn’t moved from his spot on the bed. Didn’t feel like eating.

How those dickbags was having a dinner was beyond him at that point.

The search today was a bust, yet again. The neighborhood T-Dog’s group went to check was mostly burned down, and the highway spot set up for Sophia was still untouched.

Carol’s words to him wouldn’t shut up, neither — and why in the hell she gave him a kiss on his head?!

“You did more for my little girl that day than her own daddy ever did in his whole life,” she’d told him.

Can you believe that shit? “You did more for my little girl that day than her own daddy ever did in his whole life.” If failing and getting benched for a week was the best that little girl ever got, she had a piss poor life, and that fact whipped Daryl on the back harder than his own old man ever had.

Speaking of, when Carol brought him his tray, she hadn’t knocked. Meaning, Daryl hadn’t had time to pull the sheet over his shoulder before she walked in. His shirt had been off.

Daryl’s hope was that it’d been dark enough in the room that she wouldn’t see the scarring, just the tattoos. It's his own damn fault— he hadn’t felt like putting his shirt back on after Patricia checked his stitches, and house got warm from the cooking, besides. And because he didn’t care to slump out of bed and wrench open the window more, he stayed shirtless and decided to simply kick off his blankets.

Joke’s on him. And now, someone else had seen them.

He could just about hear Merle tell him, “quit wallowin’ like you’re on your period, Darylina.”

Well, Merle wasn’t really there, so Daryl would wallow all he wanted, and think on Carol telling him that he was also “every bit as good as them.”

As Rick, as Shane, as T-Dog, as Glenn, as — fuck, who cares, it didn’t matter. Because Daryl was not.

Carol wasn’t the best judge of character, just look at the turd she’d married.

“You did more for my little girl that day than her own daddy ever did in his whole li—”

—A steady knocking sounded at the door, breaking up the echoes of Carol’s words and setting Daryl on edge.

Yup, it was Y/N’s knocking, no mistaking it.

“Just open it!” was the loudest he’d spoken all day. He didn’t want to be around people, was that such a big ask?

There was a pause before he heard the door open a crack.

“Would you prefer to be left alone awhile longer?” his friend asked softly.

The annoyance Daryl had felt eased and drained off. His whisper was hopefully loud enough for Y/N to hear. “What is it?”

After another pause, whatever they said in response was too quiet and blocked by the door. All Daryl heard was “Red furseh?”

“Y/N, y’can just come in,” he relented. He even bothered to turn toward the door for them, except, his friend hadn’t opened it up yet.

“A-Are you decent?”

Am I…what, did they think he had his hand down his pants or something? “Yes.”

He watched as the door opened and Y/N (nervously?) looked at him, eyes flitting down along the bedsheet.

Goddamn, Y/N really did just worry if I had my hand down my pants.

“Are you ready for seconds?” Y/N repeated, relaxing.

Got it, that’s what they’d been asking from the doorway.

Daryl responded by way of a gruff, soft, “Nah.”

Another pause.

“Do you feel sick? Or are you,” they tilted their head and frowned again, “‘wallowing’ ain’t the right word — are you beatin’ yourself up, Daryl?”

Yes, somebody has to. “What do you want?” If Y/N could not hit the nail on the head right now, that would be great. He had a bandage on it, after all…

“I’m-I’m asking ’cause the symptoms are usually the same, I mean,” his friend started walking toward the bed as if they was hesitant to do it, “you ain’t even touched your plate, your voice is — for real, sugar, d’you feel sick, depressed, or both?” Saying this, they laid their wrist against his forehead.

“Careful, I got a bandage!” was stupid of Daryl to grunt, because it was coming off tomorrow morning and because Y/N was careful, but he grunted it anyway. Just — why’d they need to use that pet name?

“There were a whole lot of ways you could have contracted yourself an infection, and, well, y-your shirt is off. Ain’t never seen you do that, um…” Y/N inhaled, then exhaled slowly, and pulled their wrist away. “You are kinda warm, but it is warm in here. Really warm, actually, um, d’you want the window open more?”

Yes, please. “M’fine.”

He shifted back onto his side and resumed staring into space.

“Let me do somethin’ for you before I go,” Y/N gently insisted. “Please.” They put a soothing-type tone on. Normally, a tone like that would cause him to feel belittled or pitied, but, he didn’t know, maybe after this week he was used to it. And, he didn’t know, maybe pity wasn’t such a bad thing.

“First, would you like a shirt, or are you good?” his friend asked.

‘Would he like a shirt,’ hell yes, he would like a shirt.

The tugging sensation in his chest came back for a sec. Y/N had a knack for hitting the nail on the head with him. And while the offer was both innocent and loaded, he started to feel as if his soul had been stripped bare-naked in front of them again.

The fact that he’d even let them see his back had been a lapse, a huge lapse. He didn’t know what he’d been thinking.

But, if right now he didn’t act like it was the worst thing, he hated hated hated people seeing, nobody was supposed to see, weren’t nobody’s damn business! a big deal, it wouldn’t be, right?

Which is why Daryl decided to make no effort to cover up more at that moment, so that nothing would seem off. It made his skin crawl to not, it made him feel cornered, but he left the sheet where it was and decided to kick Y/N out.

Yet, strangely, instead of hoarsely grunting at them to 'leave him be' like he thought he was about to, he softly admitted, “Yeah.”

Y/N grabbed the clean, folded shirt and pants that Lori had brought and placed it beside him.“Here’s your pants, too, make it easier in the morning when you get discharged. Miss Patricia will come in and you’ll be all ready!” A nod at his untouched meal. “Want the plate to stay, or go?”

“Take it.”

“Positive? Carol, Lori, and Patricia went ham cookin’ the food. Literally, they cooked some salt ham, but there’s also a little of the fish left that Andy caught for me, if you’d prefer?” They tried to entice him more. “The green beans are fresh, the veggie casserole is creamy, and the mashed taters got fresh butter in ’em? There’s white and brown gravy…”

The thought of eating was tempting as hell, he’d give it that. He was hungry and the food smelled amazing. Still, he shook his head. The thought of putting a bite in his mouth made him feel sick.

Y/N looked a little disappointed, but accepted his decision with a tiny, forced smile. After a beat, their smile turned real. “You’ll get awarded MVP for not touchin’ your plate tonight,” they teased. “It’ll get shared well. I don’t reckon there’ll be crumbs left at the rate we’re hoovering it down, I-I accidentally already had thirds. But, um,” they added, biting their lip. “Dare, in a little while, please might can I bring you a bowl of dessert, in the least? You must be terrible hungry by now and you need to eat if you’re gonna heal, hon.”

He just sorta stared back, didn’t know what to answer yet. Them using a pet-name again wasn’t helping none.

This was no problem for Y/N, who seemed to have begun nervous-jabbering. “When I told Jimmy there was dessert, his eyes got all big. I’m not gonna lie, it was so darn cute. But I didn’t ruin the surprise and tell him what it is, I just winked and let him imagine. Do you wanna know what it is?”

His cheeks warmed. “What is it,” Daryl dutifully responded.

“It’s a surprise!” was the completely expected answer. Y/N looked very pleased. “But it involves hand-whipped cream,” they sing-songed.

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You

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You haven’t seen anyone’s mood here drop as low as Daryl’s has in the past few days, not since Andrea’s did after Amy died. Not even Shane after what happened to Otis, he’s handling the pain differently.

But just now when you enticed Daryl with the notion of whipped cream, he almost smiled, you saw it!

Victory!

And, before you went to Daryl’s room to see if he wanted more, you’d walked over to the big table and whispered in Shane’s ear that when dessert was served, he should wake Carl to give him a bowl and get “cool uncle points,” and he smiled, too!

Victory!

Why do you feel like you are personally responsible for holding everyone’s shit together?

Like, even at the dinner, after you’d burst out laughing, it felt so good to have eased the tension in the room, even if by accident. Then, when you heard the laughter dying down and the room going quiet again, you felt as if you’d just failed. So, you had to fix it.

Cue you to shove a big bite into your mouth and loudly moan about how good it was in the hopes that saying so would keep the momentum going. And prompt Hershel to accept your people, change his mind, keep your family safe, and keep everyone together because what if you personally aren’t trying hard enough or doing it the right way and things fall apart? Who’s fault will it be? Why does your stupid hand feel like Amy’s blood is on it again? Dale already explained how it’s ‘self-reproach because of survivor’s guilt,’ so why can’t you shake it off?

Okay, chill out, it’s not all on you. You’re not responsible, you cannot control and fix it all, it’s not all on you.

Surrender it up, and trust.

Offer it up and trust…

Thankfully, Theodore had joined in with your noise of appreciation, declaring, “I second that, mmm-mm!”

Good Moses, you could’ve legit knelt down and pledged him your fealty (or whatever it is squires did for knights in shining armor).

Heck, you were tempted to ignore the age difference and propose marriage to him instead, you were that relieved that he’d gone with it, because it prompted those at the big table to join.

Shane was right there for you, too. “This meal is hittin’ all the marks,” he quietly praised, “ain’t had grub this good in a while.”

Then there was a toast (thank you, Ricky and T-Dog), and things stayed fairly light after that. Light and comfortable.

And only during your last bite, when you noticed everyone else had seconds (…or thirds…), was it that you scrambled off, mid-chew, to Daryl’s room to see what he wanted for seconds and maybe convince him to join everyone.

Instead, you were met with an untouched plate and a man who’s voice could barely raise above a gruff whisper. So, you had to try and fix it, obviously, even if the only thing that would actually fix it is finding the little girl who everyone’s hearts have already mourned.

“Wha’ was so funny earlier?” Daryl suddenly surprises you by asking.

You snort. “We were trying to see who’d break first and laugh — this is at the kiddie table, by the way.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

“Psht,” you play-grumble. “But yeah, I lost the game big time. I’d just taken a very impolite sized-bite of food, too. Ain’t never swallowed a bite that big in my entire life, but I didn’t want to snarf in front of everyone!” Way to overshare, weirdo. “Oh, right, you’ll probably want to know the joke,” you remember. You can get scatterbrained when you’re carrying on. “What’s a pirate’s favorite letter?”

“A pirate’s what?”

“Favorite letter.”

“A pirate’s favorite…” Daryl makes a low, soft hum as he exhales. “Didn’t, uh, wasn’t most pirates illiterate?”

“Bro.”

“I dunno, um, the…P,” is the gem he comes up with.

Bless his heart, has Daryl never heard the ‘arrr’ joke before?

“Why a P?” you’ve simply gotta know.

“P…P for pirate, and peg-leg and um, eye-patch, and, the uh, they got parrots. That’s a lotta Ps.”

The immediate gut reaction you have is the strong desire to gasp with delight and smooch him square on the lips WHAT THE, why did his answer turn you on?? Oopsy lol, yeah, gross, no way. You meant to say, um, ah,…?!?

Anyway, you unfortunately end up squealing, “Oh Lord, that was hot.”

It’s fine, you slip in a ‘dude’ right after. “C’mon, dude, what do pirates say? Like the, the sound they make in movies and books?”

“I don’t, uh…'Yo-ho…ho?'”

That’s now you, belly-laughing, even as it makes your stitches pinch more. “No, the noise they make, like, when they’re mad or tryin’ act all scary.”

Hold the darn phone, is he — good Moses in heaven with the angels and saints, Daryl Dixon is blushing.

He’s gone from plain to red splotches on his cheeks, it’s visible even in the low lighting. The inconvenient butterflies start fluttering around in your stomach again, but this is such an unexpected treat, who cares? Ha!

“No way you’re turnin’ red, nerd,” you whisper.

“Stop,” he grunts in his way, and his eyes are crinkled and his mouth is threatening to grin.

A pleasing shiver travels down when you scrunch your pointer finger into a hook. “Arrr,” you enunciate with spot-on cartoonish flair, if you say so yourself.

His eyes shut when the punchline hits him. “Sonofa—it’s R, then?”

Hot damn, is this joke satisfying. “R? Nay nay, boy, ’tis the C!”

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Him

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That he’d gone from wishing he were left for dead in a ditch to laughing out loud in the few minutes his friend was in the room with him…Y/N was something else.

A weirdo, too.

The dessert was ambrosia, by the way, Y/N eventually came back into the room with two bowls of it. “Ambrosia” was a loose term; it didn’t have none of the usual stuff but for the pecans and cream dressing.

“It’s peach, raspberry, wild blueberry and pecan ambrosia with hand-whipped cream — Glenn won’t even know to miss the marshmallows!” Y/N had chirped.

Him telling them it was “knockoff ambrosia” (as a joke) only lead to them pursing their lips, giggling, then immediately going back to happily twittering on how: “Lori hand-whipped it to make it extra special, and Carol added a mite bit of buttermilk to get the tang it needs. Can’t wait to taste how it came out…”

Their little food dance as they took the first bite was cute.

And shiiit, the little moan they made as they shut their eyes and tilted their head back shouldn’t have been enough to turn his thoughts sexual, but yeahhh did it. The cabin fever was apparently messing with his dick, too, great.

But, like, why did Y/N say something he did was “hot?” Was it slang for something else, other than what he knew it usually meant?

“Dare, what do you think?” Another quiet, hummed moan, and then Y/N opened their eyes and saw that he hadn’t tasted any. “Oh, Daryl, c’mon and try some? It’s heavenly. I think I’m dying, it’s so yummy.”

Nah. As good as Y/N was making it seem, he couldn’t, and so, shook his head.

But then his friend said something that, weird as it was, for some reason hit the nail on the head for him once more. It was as if there Y/N was, seeing his soul bare-naked again.

“If I were your confessor,” they began so casual-like, “other than explaining how accidental injury ain’t sinful, I’d tell you your penance was to eat what’s in front of you.”

Y/N almost took another bite as if in example, but hesitated before the spoon reached their lips. The light expression they wore dimmed and turned serious. “All you’ve gone through this week isn’t divine justice, that ain’t how God operates. It was an accident. Just like Sophia. It, it wasn’t no test or punishment what happened to her. It was just a… a bad thing,” they hushed, eyes fixed on their bowl, spoon. With an empty half-laugh, they mumbled, “Suddenly can’t stand the thought of food, now, neither.”

With that, Y/N put the bowl to the side and didn’t seem to know what to do next other than maybe cry, by the look of them.

Daryl would’ve missed it if he’d gone back to spacing out and wallowing, but from the corner of his eye he noticed them wipe their palm on their knee a few times as if to dry it off.

He recognized what was going on, or was pretty sure, anyway.

After Amy got killed, Y/N had this messed up thing go on with the hand, the one they’d used to try and stop her from bleeding out. For a few days, it felt to them as if Amy’s blood was still on it and wouldn’t clean off.

Back when Sophia first went missing, he noticed their hand thing came back a little that first afternoon.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s clean.”

“What is?”

“Your hand.”

They took an extra beat to respond. “I-I know. It’s nothin'.”

“It’s clean,” he repeated, which resulted in Y/N bowing their head. “Ain’t nothing there, Y/N. Lemme see?”

His friend lifted their head back up, raised their hand for him, and shrugged. “Dale says it’s a guilt thing.”

Yeah, he could see that.

“It's not on you to fix everyone’s everything,” he needed to say. Y/N seemed like they didn’t remember that sometimes.

“Ayy, way to come at me with a hammer,” his friend answered with a dry smile. “I know I can’t fix everyone’s stuff,” they spoke carefully, their throat sounded tight. “But we’re called to help, right? After how far things have fallen, we’re called even more now to, to bring, you know, that, that light, to do what we can. And, and,” they stuttered, then took a deep breath. “I dunno. Before all this—did you ever feel like your life was stagnant? Like you was just...existing?”

Did Y/N know how well they could hit the nail on the head?

Yes, Daryl felt like his life was stagnant, it fucking was, he was a nobody! Didn’t do shit with his life, he’d just…rotted, and fixed up bikes in whatever direction his brother drifted. ��Yeah.”

“That’s how I was was for years, too. Kinda floated one day after another, just tryin’ to make it to the next.”

Daryl stayed quiet. Yet again, they’d hit the nail on the goddamned head and he wanted Y/N to keep on talking.

And Y/N did, they kept chatting very matter-of-fact. “It got better, ev-eventually, I um, I got help, and then started forcin’ myself to do stuff, get out in the community, all that. Healed a bit.” They swirled their spoon around the bowl. “It didn’t fix everything boom, like: I still felt stagnant a lot, or like a failure, or that things were all my fault, still sometimes wanted to die really bad,” they shared with a shrug, very chill. “But that’s why we can’t rely on feelings, right?”

The invisible string was tugging Daryl’s whole damn torso toward them at this point and he just wanted to hold them to him and — shit, sorry, uh, he meant he wanted to pat ’em on the back, at least.

“Really, it was when the, um,” his friend bit their lip. “This is gonna sound weird.”

“Prolly, if it’s you we’re talkin’ about,” he ribbed, completely dead-pan.

His friend liked it, and even taunted back all goofy, “sure is, betch,” before their smile fell away. After a beat, Y/N quietly, quietly told him the rest. “It was when the…outbreaks happened, that I-I didn’t have to force it anymore. There was suddenly such a, a, a clear duty, clear sense of purpose, I dunno. Just—so much to do, so much to live for, and,” a big exhale, “so much work to be done.”

That explained a lot. Y/N tended to go hard, burn the candle at both ends, if that’s the right phrase.

In fact, he flat-out said so. “Is that why you push too damn hard to be ‘useful?’”

“Again with the hammer on the nail, dude. And, no, it’s—” Y/N found their words. “When you think how w-we, we might could get killed, at any second, any one of us. And how we’ll look back on it all, all our choices, and then answer what we did ‘for the least here on earth’…”

Ah, that checked out, too.

It was something, to see someone still believe in all that stuff after the world fucking ended, he’d give it that.

He used to, too. Not that he’d been any good at it.

Didn’t matter, he didn’t anymore. Not after the dead started walking.

“Now, before Teddy materializes in here to scold me, I get that ‘It’s not through our own efforts.’ And the problem I have with feelin’ worthless is a separate issue my faith helps tackle. Now, I know it ain’t about racking up works of mercy, but, dude—there’s so much work to do! And I want to do as much as —” Y/N shook their head a few times as if shaking out of it. “Sorry, I-I’ma just quit while I’m ahead, here. Oversharing Olympics.”

“Mm.” Hey, it was. “But that’s part of the deal with friends, right?” he murmured while trying to think of a good way to razz on them. “Means you trust ’em.” Y/N tended to make light about everything, so a tease would do ’em good, right? “It, like, Sunday or somethin’, preacher?”

The tease might’ve missed the mark that time, if he was seeing it correctly.

“Friday,” was all his friend mumbled back, and looked embarrassed as shit. The forced smile they offered in return — it made Daryl’s side ache more, somehow. And the way Y/N then sat there, curling their feet in and looking as if they felt…just about as small as Daryl did?

It was as if the invisible knee to the nards was connected to the invisible tugging string on his chest, because while that knee to the nards got him good, he felt that strange string tug toward Y/N big-time.

It was next, when Y/N stood up and moved to take the dishes out, that something very forceful moved in Daryl that had him sitting himself upright (sort of upright) and reaching for his bowl and spoon (oww) before his friend could get to it.

“It’s still good without the cherries and the marshmallows?”

His friend blinked. “Th-there are some, uh, it’s technically got those mini freeze-dried ones, as an extra-surprise.” They tilted their head, squinting at him in a way not unlike how Rick squinted at shit. “The Greene’s had some hot chocolate packets in the back of the pantry, we separated the marshmallows out.”

“That’s a lot of work,” Daryl commented, scooping a spoonful. Looked real pink because of the raspberries.

Y/N next twisted their mouth and almost seemed shy, when they realized what he was about to do.

It made Daryl feel good, seeing them spark up like that. And their shy smile was damn cute, as always.

“Oh, here, try mine if you’re only havin’ a bite,” Y/N asked, holding out their own bowl to him.

“Nah, m’gonna do the whole thing. It being penance and all,” he grunted, then waved his spoon at them. “You, too, go on. Do your penance.”

“My penance?”

“Yeah.” Oh goddamn, the stuff was delicious. “Have a seat, eat up.”

His friend settled on the side of the bed, still looking as if he’d caught them off-guard. They watched him eat for a few moments, and, Daryl had a random, unusual worry that he was eating too sloppy. But holy shit, fresh fruit and whipped cream!

He glanced over mid-scarfing to see Y/N nibbling on (no lie) half a pecan.

“Quit playing with yer food.”

This earned him a small huff and a “I’m savoring it.”

“White lies cost a quarter, remember.”

The amount of attitude Y/N next put into their next bite was funny. “I’b also sduffed a’ready, banjy hick,” they added with their mouth full.

Don’t smile too big, Daryl. “Penance is penance.”

“But pedaces ca be cobooted.”

Don’t smile too big! “They can be what?”

Y/N apologized, swallowed their food and their giggle, and repeated: “Penances can be commuted.”

“They can travel to work?” was his idea of a dumb joke, and this time it did the trick and he made them burst out laughing a second time.

Y/N broke into a laugh so hard they hinged forward and caused some of the cream dressing to get onto their shirt right before their spoon clattered to the floor.

“Laughing like that still hurts, you butt,” his friend wheezed, pressing their arm to their stitched-up side. They coughed a few times, still giggling, and when they thudded their chest a few times they winced. “Ow, bruise. And Lore just washed this top, too.” Another snort. “My fault for bein’ a sucker for dumb jokes, I guess. ”

“Ain’t nobody’s fault, just an accident,” he got the immediate urge to tell them, and so, did.

In response, Y/N looked at him with an expression he wasn’t sure how to read. It wasn’t a bad expression. Then, because that expression made his stomach do more flippy-floppies, Daryl gestured to their bowl again, and Y/N obligingly took another spoonful.

“Dis is so gub,” they hummed softly after taking the bite.

“Damned tasty for knockoff ambrosia,” he had to admit, joining along with another scoop of that damned tasty knockoff ambrosia.

“Do’d even deed deh bigger barshballows.”

Y/N was so fucking cute sometimes. “Or cherries.” He loved the cherries the best, after the marshmallows.

Y/N swallowed their bite.“Or the mandarins.”

“Or the pineapple.” His third favorite part.

“Oh, or the coconut,” Y/N realized, then thought out loud, “Shucks, this is a knockoff.”

“Tasty knockoff, I’d eat it again in a heartbeat,” Daryl murmured. He couldn’t believe his bowl was already empty. “Y/N, you just say ‘shucks?’”

“Shut up.” His friend shook their head and smiled. “Y’know, Daryl, this is prolly one of the top five penances I’ve ever gotten.”

“Top five?”

“One time I got ‘buy yourself something nice that you’ll get good use from. It’s okay if it’s a little expensive, it’s okay if it’s a little frivolous.’ Almost a direct quote, that. I’d been bein’ too, um,” they cleared their throat, “the priest thought I was a bit too hard on myself.”

Daryl knew whatever came next had to be something good, based on his friend’s playful little grin.

“That’s how I bought me my PS3. Pre-owned, so it was a solid deal, and it got very good use.” And with a wistful sounding exhale, they finished, “I miss that thing.” Y/N wiggled their bowl at him. “Please help me with this?”

Daryl’s mouth watered. The stuff tasted so good. Fresh, creamy, sweet, tangy.

Y/N raised their eyebrows at him and smiled.

“If I gotta,” he grunted back.

“Thanks for the assist. Plus, it’s penance.”

“Mm, guess I have to." Oh yeah, big scoop. "If it’s penance.”

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Watching a scary movie

Aizawa: Being in the same room as you when you're watching a scary movie can be both thrilling and terrifying. It's thrilling because of the shared excitement and anticipation, but also terrifying because you are on edge and easily scared. He usually keeps the lights off cuddles up close while watching the movie, and jumps at each other when there are particularly scary moments. It's always a lot of fun, regardless of the scares you endure together.

All Might: When it comes to scary movies, you and he tend to be on the same page - you'll either find them hilarious or absolutely terrifying. He likes to react with loud gasps and even louder screams, but you also enjoy making jokes about the characters' questionable decisions and the ridiculous plot twists. It's safe to say that watching scary movies together is always an immersive, entertaining, and exciting experience for you both.

Endeavor: Hm, watching a scary movie with you can actually be quite thrilling. He enjoys seeing how you react to all the jump scares and tense moments, and he gets to provide some comfort and a shoulder to lean on when you need it. Watching in the dark heightens the intensity and makes it harder to see, which can lead to accidental physical contact, making for some cute moments between you. However, if you're watching a classic slasher flick, there's always the chance he ends up scaring you more than the movie does, but it's still fun.

Hawks: Watching horror films with you is as exciting as it is unnerving. It's thrilling to experience the suspense and jump scares together, but it's also nerve-racking because he knows you will get scared or even scream out loud at times, which can be unsettling. Nonetheless, he does his best to comfort and protect you from any potential scares, making it a fun and memorable experience for both of you. Watching scary movies with you is a great way to bond and enjoy the thrill of being frightened together. Plus, he gets to put you in his arms and hold you tight, keeping you safe and sound.

Shigaraki: Watching a scary movie with you can be an exhilarating experience. When the music, sound effects, and imagery combine with that uneasy feeling of not knowing what's going to happen next, it can raise adrenaline levels to a peak. There is that sense of shared excitement, but when the jump scares come, each other's reactions may also be quite different, and it is entertaining to watch your reactions and provide a measure of comfort when he sees you getting too spooked.

Dabi: Watching horror movies with you can be quite thrilling and exciting. He enjoys feeling the adrenaline rush from the jump scares and seeing how you react to the scary moments. However, at times it may get a bit too intense for you, so he tries to offer a comforting presence to ease your mind and assure you that everything is fine. But, if he's feeling a bit cheeky, he might try to sneak in a few scare tactics of his own to see how you'll respond. Overall, it can be a good time for both of you.

Twice: It's quite exhilarating, to watch a horror movie with you. You'll both sit back and get sucked into the world of fear, suspense, and thrills. The movie plays out, and during the tense moments, you grab his hand, and he squeezes it, reassuring you that he's there with you. The movie comes to a head, and you end up jumping and hiding behind him, only to be startled by your reactions. All in all, it's a fun experience.

Overhaul: Well, it is certainly entertaining. You seem to be quite easily scared and are easily startled by jump scares. He finds it enjoyable to watch you get scared, and have you cuddle up against him. In the end, if you can't handle the scary part, so he'll have to cover your eyes until it passes. After enough time in the relationship, he enjoys being protective and loving towards you whenever you watch a scary movie together.

[takenbypeter]

It's me, hi! (Last one I promise)

But I was wondering if you could write about Wonka and reader watching a horror movie, and afterwards, as she would feel scared, him trying to make her feel better/safe by holding her, maybe singing to her..? It's just an adorable thought 🥹 thank you!

Movie Mistakes

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 638

You couldn’t believe you actually caved. 

Typically you would do anything and everything to avoid scary films, all because you knew how it would affect you. 

Some jump scares by themselves you could handle, but if added the suspense, tension, and music, you were a goner.

Now to be fair this particular movie was one you actually did want to see. You heard so many great things about it when it came out, but still you were in debate about actually watching it. As always though Willy had convinced you. 

As much as you tried to act like you weren’t phased by all the blood, jumps, and slightly horrific deaths throughout the film, you couldn’t help but flinch at each noise, eventually opting for the view from behind the cracks between your fingers. Willy on the other hand, seemed to be unbothered. 

In fact he was so engrossed by the film he didn’t even notice how tense you were. At least not until you were home.

Now Willy knew of your nature with scary movies just from what you’ve told him but by the way you were agreeing with all his thoughts and theories on the way back had him believing you were alright. It wasn’t until he left you to take a shower and then returned, finding you on the bed with your head and body completely enveloped in a quilt that he realized something was off.

“What are you doing?” He asked, a hint of laughter hidden in his voice. The question prompted you to shift underneath the cloth, still keeping it wrapped around your head.

“Huh?” He heard, muffled. 

Shaking his head he came over, picked up the quilt and stuck his head underneath finding you in the process. 

“Are you alright?”

“Oh me? Yeah I’m fine, just imagining a world where who knows what comes out from my closet and tries to strangle me in the worst possible way, but I’m fine, I’m good.”

Willy tilted his head clearly not believing your words and your promising boxed smile that was obviously forced. So again he lifted the quilt and climbed in while you moved over to make more room for him. 

“I thought you were okay.”

“I am, I'm just afraid to close my eyes, and I have to sleep with my head covered and my back to the wall.”

Willy reached out, his hand coming to rest against your face while his thumb ran over your cheek a couple times before he moved it downwards stopping on your shoulder, “if someone comes through those doors they’re going to have to get through me first,” he said. The idea was ultimately hilarious to you, being that Wonka didn’t have a harmful bone in his body, but it did help you in feeling a little bit better. 

“If I knew this was going to happen I would’ve never pushed for it,” he said and you shook your head. “I wanted to watch it. I went to see it. I’ll be fine.”

Willy glanced over your face, “what can I do to help?”

You bit the inside of your bottom lip for a quick second, maybe out of embarrassment, or probably just pure nerves but all you said was, “just stay with me tonight, please?”

It may seem like a such a simple request but for a chocolatier who sometimes got random bursts of ideas in the middle of the night, it would prove to be slightly more difficult. But still he agreed, “I’m not going anywhere.”

With that being said Willy opened his arms and you naturally crawled in. 

That night you slept well and it was all thanks to the warmth of Willy’s body around yours. That warmth plus the light humming coming from the boy quickly put both you and him sound asleep. 

[heavenlyfay3]

Movie Night

By Sawyer-Summary:You and Jean are roommates and decide to watch a movie together

warning:Smut 18+ oral m receiving

jean × female reader

a/n:this was off the top of my head😁that’s why it’s so short and there will not be a part 2 hope you enjoy!⭐️

You and Jean really don't talk much with you both having busy schedules working and hanging out with separate friends or just spending time alone. After getting your own apartment and realizing you would need some help with rent and bills you interviewed multiple people before Jean came along he was perfect everything you needed in a roommate he was nice, cleaned up after himself, and didn't make to much noise most importantly, he was very nice to look at especially late at night when you would go to the kitchen to get a snack and he would be fresh out the shower with a towel hanging loosely off his hips showing his toned abs and the V on his abdomen seeing it always made you feel things it would happen so often you swear he was doing it just so you could stare as he walked to his room.

It was 10:00 pm and you were in your room bored out of your mind until you finally decided to watch a movie on the couch in the living room..

you walk out of you room to see Jean already sitting on the couch wearing plaid pajama bottoms and a white tee looking for something to watch on Netflix.

"Hey Jean couldn't sleep?" you say looking at him

"Uh i wasn't exactly trying….just wanted to find something to watch." he says surprised at your presence but not startled

"Yea?.did you find anything?" you ask as you sit beside him just a little too close but not too much

"not really...i think i'll just put in my favorite movie is that ok?"he asks not wanting to ruin your night "yea sure i was probably gonna do the same and fall asleep on the couch anyway"

He puts on a movie called "Vacation" (which is not on Netflix but i digress)

"This is your favorite movie?" you ask genuinely surprised "Yea why did you ask like that?...it's hilarious." Jean asked a little offended

"No i know it's just i wasn't expecting a movie like this to be your favorite!" you say chuckling "what kind of movies do you think i watch?” Jean asks

"I don't know Actions movies or something like, the mission impossible movies definitely not this" you say defending your laughter

"yea there not my thing i love comedies and quit laughing!"

"Sorry" you say still chuckling but starting to focus on the movie

About 30 mins go by while your watching the movie and the part where Chris Hemsworth walks in the bedroom comes on and tension starts to grow between the two of you and you start to realize how close you guys are. Your thighs are touching and his arm is resting on the couch cushions behind you and you start to smell his cologne it smells like vanilla, basil and mint, sweet but kind of manly it was surrounding you.you start to tense up and Jean notices

"You okay?" Jean asks placing his hand on your shoulder

"Yea...I'm fine!"

After the movie ended you two just ended up talking about anything and everything then the topic of sex came up what he's done, what you've done, what he hasn't done, what you haven't done facing each other on the couch with your knee touching his thigh

Then he says one of the most shocking things you thought could come out of his mouth "Wait.what?.. you've never had a blow job?" you asked appalled

"No, I haven't, would stop acting so surprised"

“Well I am Jean I mean look at you”

"I haven't had sex as much as people think I'm, not a man whore you know"

"yea that's even harder to believe"

you feel a strike of confidence realizing you've given about 4 blow jobs and they have been very well received "Well you know Jean there's nothing wrong with being a little inexperienced," you say with a sly smirk across your face placing your hand on his thigh

"Really?" he asks giving you the same energy " Yea I mean I'm pretty experienced myself and you won't have to do anything but enjoy yourself,” you say moving to your knees and kneeling right in front of him with your hands moving up and down his thighs

He spreads his legs for you to get between them and looks at you while biting his bottom lip the sight alone makes you wet "You, sure Princess?" he says looking you in the eyes. you nod your head at him

"Use your words baby" he says in a sultry tone "Yes I'm sure" you say pulling down his pajamas bottoms and boxers. Before you can take the off fully his already hard cock springs free and the sight is mouth-watering

You grab onto his throbbing cock with one hand with the other on his thigh and immediately start to please him with one slow and sloppy lick from his base up to his tip. He takes a soft deep breath as you do so. You then continue to put half of his length in your mouth and tightening your jaws around it while moving your head back and forth with your tongue swirling around his tip.

You hear a soft moan come from his lips as you felt the muscles in his thigh tighten. You pull his dick out of your mouth for a second to spit on it then you continue to suck it like you were before, but this time you used both hands to stroke it as you sucked it. Making him moan louder. You could taste a bit of precum in your mouth that motivated you to go faster and tighten your jaws more even though they were a bit tired.

But hearing how much he enjoyed it was like music to your ears. He threw his head back and grabbed your hair then started to push your head down farther making you gag a bit.

By this point you could feel his tip touching the back of your throat. As you kept moving your head back and his legs began to shake as he groaned “Y-Y/n im about to cum.”

Him saying that made you go faster than you did before and using as much of your spit as you could. He thrusted his hips a bit as you did so making it sloppier. You tightened both your hands around his fat cock and twisted it as it was still in your mouth.

Then with one last long moan he released all his cum into your mouth, completely covering your tongue. You lick up every last drop and swallow it after also licking your fingertips like you would after finishing a delicious meal.

He watched as you did and said “Fuck baby you did so good.” he grabbed your cheeks and gave your a kiss of approval

[lunarw0rks]

hi , can i please request hc’s of girlfriend!reader smoking weed with 141 + los vaqueros

🌿headcanon/drabbles // 141!smoking 🌿

warning(s): nsfw + sfw, weed use, fem!reader A/N: I don't smoke, so bear with me if something's inaccurate! ♡♡

『 price 』

☆ smoked it once when he was a teen, never did it again in adulthood. his cigars are enough, for the most part.

☆ if his partner smoked weed, obviously he had no problems, he'd rather not indulge much, though. on the off chance that he does, he feels strange.

☆ the night he decided to take a few hits, instead of just observing, he was a lot more lucid about everything. asking random questions about your life, posing hypotheticals about the future, and things like that.

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『 simon 』

☆ surprisingly, does smoke weed occasionally, though he does stick with his cigarettes more often.

☆ simon doesn't get chatty or drowsy, just more relaxed - which he certainly needs and deserves. especially if he smokes with you, it's a shocking sight. he's less tense, a bit less stoic.

☆ when he smokes with you, all he wants to do is put on a movie and slump against the couch — fingers playing with your hair more than usual, though. he gets fidgety.

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『 soap 』

☆ smokes weed the most out of all of them, so a partner that does it too is perfect.

☆ though, more than anything, he prefers watching his partner smoke until they're completely gone. it's hilarious to him, whether they're acting extra giggly, calm, sleepy, or anything. he finds it endearing.

☆ absolutely a horny menace; lazy sex when you're both high, in all forms. and somehow, his head skills are better when he's all foggy and blood-shot.

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『 gaz 』

☆ has smoked a handful of times, but only does it at home on the off chance he does. sometimes gets the gummies, too.

☆ now, with a partner who smokes often, he'd probably indulge a little bit more. gets extra touchy, and starts coming up with dumb contests (who can hold their breath longest, who can name more animals, etc.)

☆ gets extra spicy, too. his kisses are sloppier, more eager than his sober self. when the high fades, you're covered in marks and hickeys — probably sore legs too ;)

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『 alejandro 』

☆ he rarely drinks alcohol, let alone smokes weed, so getting high with his partner would take a bit of coaxing.

☆ alejandro made the mistake of over-indulging the first time he smoked weed with you — ended up completely gone. he was droning on and on, telling you every little detail in his rambles. basically, talking your ear off, because you were the only one there to listen.

☆ now, if you found a more intimate way to shut him up, he's your man.

જ⁀➴ divider cred. - cafekitsune

[mama-qwerty]

What made u love Knuckles this much??

he's adorable

he's sweet

he's kind

he's caring

he's ADORABLE

nose crinkles

pretty violet eyes

did I mention HE'S SUPER ADORABLE???

I mean, lookit him:

Seriously, I'm not sure what specifically drew me to him. I was just kinda floating in the Sonic fandom for a while before movie 2 was released, and yeah, Sonic was this cute little baby in the first one, which is what drew me into the fandom in the first place.

But then I saw the second one and that echidna STOLE MY DAMN HEART.

Little baby Knux, left behind by his father, losing his tribe, roaming the galaxy by himself, fighting in arenas and facing down who knows how many horrible people who would want to hurt or use him.

The way Idris voiced him didn't help matters. He was so goooood.

I wanna baby him so badly. He needs to be babied, but doesn't realize it.

Eat your wings, ki'kone, and then we'll go for ice cream.

I love his little face. Those big pretty eyes. That bob-like head of dreads.

Just wanna kiss that little spot on his forehead, right below where his quills start. Squish those cheeks. Run my thumb up that patch of fur between his eyes when he's sleepy or tense to relax him.

He's just a boy who wants to help his friends. Wants to feel part of something again. He's genuinely so happy for Wade here, and I love him for it.

My boy. Love him so damn much.

And round eyed Knux is so damn hilarious. Lookit the little goober.

[dreamwritesimagines]

DREAMMM

I'm putting in my official request for a long or a drabble of another teacher at the mansion getting close to Sunshine and Logan trying not to be jealous and failing spectacularly

Oooh that would be hilarious darling! 😂 Let's have a long HC with it! ❤️

I feel like Logan would definitely be glaring at the guy because he was like, joking around with her and he actually, -jokingly- kissed her hand and that was what made him make his way to them and Sunshine was immediately like,

"Hi Logan!"

"Hey. Mike."

"Logan."

"Don't you have a class to teach?"

"Right! Yeah I do, I just uh...got distracted."

"Yeah I'm sure you did."

"I'll see you later then?"

"Sure, talk to you later Mike! Logan?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

"Sure."

"Back to mysterious one word sentences then?"

"No."

"See, that sounds like-"

"What did he want?"

"Who, Mike? Oh he's the sweetest! He was telling me how when his powers showed, he-are you sure you're alright? You look a little...tense?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Why was he kissing your hand?"

"Oh as a joke! We both love period movies, apparently. Why, you don't like him?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"He's...annoying."

"Huh, that's weird. I didn't think he was annoying."

[thewritersofdeceased]

"Do you still love us?" -Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x Reader

CW: None? I don't think so.

Little Plot: Stu and Billy confronts our lovely reader about what happened a couple weeks ago.. Stu seems more relaxed on it, but Billy seems on edge. Seems something's on his mind... Something that led him to act out the weeks before..

Insecure Stu and Billy <//3

Gender-neutral(They/Them pronouns, change them to your liking :>)

Tags: @iwantsleepplz @bees-gees (I recall your reblog saying you needed a full part :) so here's part two <3)

F/D - Favorite Drink!

-Gif is not mine! Thank you for even making it a gif creator <3

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/thewritersofdeceased/721887201184579584/how-idiotic-are-you-billy-loomis-x?source=share

Sitting quietly at a table with Randy was a normal occasion that had begun to happen after the whole ordeal with both Billy Loomis, and Stu Macher. Both boys being so on edge after just a single movie night!

"Can you believe that?!" Y/n spoke, drinking their f/d. Randy only raised a brow, but drank the coffee he had ordered. Of course, he knew Stu and Billy could be jealous, but why jealous of him? Randy had his eyes on Sidney. Not Y/N. Sorry to say. He took a breath in before placing his intertwined hands on the table.

"They're both protective people. Tatum, Sid and I see the way they've become tense of some sort whenever your talking to someone. Like you're going to leave them or something. I don't know." Randy shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee. Before he realized y/n staring straight at him. Narrowed eyes, a confused look across their face.

Why would they leave them? Sure, Stu was... obnoxious at some points, almost like a golden retriever... And sure, Billy would push them away sometimes in order to conceal this big bad guy persona, but they wouldn't leave the two. Not after all the stupid movie nights, both boys yelling at the TV, as if the characters could hear them. Now that was hilarious to watch. "What? Why would I leave them, Randy? You know how happy I can be around them?" Y/n's tone grew slightly annoyed, but lowered and relaxed only moments before.

Randy held his hands up, shaking his head. "Well. You rant to me about them. A lot." He shrugged, eventually leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. Randy wasn't trying to be mean. That was visible in how he spoke and how his body language was. Relaxed shoulders, relaxed face... even his eyebrows were relaxed! Randy knew what it was like to be insecure, not jealous. Maybe Stu and Billy were thinking that Y/n could do better than them? He didn't know, not really care. Billy and Stu didn't like him that much. Now that, he did know.

He took a breath before beginning to stand to his feet. "Here. Let me drive you home. It's getting late and all that. Curfew shit." He joked, stretching his arms over his head. Y/n only nodded, seeing as they walked to this little cafe just near the school. Usually Stu, Billy and them would go here in the morning. Stu never really got anything but a chocolate chip muffin, and Billy always got a coffee or hot chocolate during the winter seasons.

Shaking their head, they stood to their feet, fixing their outfit before taking their cup of f/d in their hands. "Thanks for this, Randy. I'm gonna' try talking to them later. Hopefully they aren't busy." They shrugged, only as Randy began leading the way. Knowing Randy, he'd probably drop off a new movie or something in the mailbox for them. Usually it was a horror movie.

"Good luck to that." Randy hummed out, going to his car before getting into the driver seat, Y/n following close behind and getting into the passenger seat. Both placed their drinks into the cupholders, rolling the windows down to enjoy the comforting Autumn air.

And what appeared to be a short ride, the sight of a beautiful house was in view. Randy parked near the walkway, looking to Y/n with a warm smile. "Good luck with your boys. I'll drop a couple movies off later." He spoke, gaining a nod from Y/n, who got out of the car. "Alright Meeks. See ya later." They gave a wave after closing the car door, and watching Randy drive off out of sight.

Finally. Home. They searched their pockets for their keys, eventually finding them. They walked up to the front door, unlocking it and entering the warm home. From the warm and cool air of Woodsboro's streets to the full warmth of their home was a different feeling. The smell of a pumpkin candle.. The aroma went everywhere in the house. Taking their shoes off, they began making their way to their room.

But when entering they didn't think they would see both Billy and Stu in there. Stu was looking around and little things he hadn't noticed. And Billy was leaning against the bed's frame, both boys were quiet, having not even noticed their partner entering the room. Until they heard them speak. "What are you two doing here? Put that down, Stu-!"

They grumbled to the much taller boy, who was holding a little sculpture of clay. It was a diamond on a box. Stu looked over, placing the little sculpture back down before speaking up. "Y/N! We came to.. uh.. talk.." It was rare for Stu to hesitate when talking. He lowered his head slightly, before looking over to Billy. Who pushed himself away from the bed and crossed his arms.

"You know I'm not going to apologize." Was the first thing he said, before he took a shaky breath in. What the hell was going on? Billy never seemed so... hesitant. Nor did Stu. Usually both boys cut straight to the point. Stu was the one who would be more emotional. But why did Billy have a shaky and uneasy breath? And tone?

This led Y/N to raise a brow in pure confusion. "Well. You never really do." They commented to Billy's sentence, shoving a hand into their pocket, and the other resting on their hip. Billy was acting weird.. it made them so confused... But realizing something was up, something that was making Billy on edge? They needed to know if they wanted to help their boyfriend. Both of them.

Stu was next to speak. "Do you.. uh.. still..." He was stuttering. Hesitant. Stuttering and hesitant.. Two things Stu never often did. He took a breath in before looking straight to his partner. Why were there tears in his eyes? In... both their eyes... What the hell happened..

The taller brunette continued to talk before eventually finally spitting out what was on his mind. "Do you still love us?"

Now that felt like a stab to the gut. A full stab. Countless ones. It made Y/n freeze up. What? How were they... how the hell were they supposed to respond? Of course they loved the two. Even if they were pissed off at them.. Taking a breath in, they carefully took a step towards Stu, who was watching them with tears threatening to fall down his face.

"Of course I do. I love you both... What made these thoughts happen?" They asked, holding their hands out. In which, Stu knelt down slightly, allowing Y/N to hold his face. That's when the tears started to fall.

Stu had... issues... Abandonment issues. First it was his parents leaving, and then Casey left him for Steve. So it wasn't surprising for Stu to ask that.. But even then, Billy was acting weird to.. Stu relaxed into the hold slightly, looking up to Y/n with almost a puppy-eyed look. "Just.. when.. Billy was.. upset.. I thought you were mad at me too for not stepping in.. Thought both of you were. Plus when I asked if you were tryna' make us jealous.." There it was... a better explanation. But now it was Billy's turn.

Continuing to hold Stu's face, Y/n's eyes and face turned to face Billy. Who was avoiding eye contact. Of course he was. Billy didn't like face to face unless he seemed to be upset or anything. But no. This time he was quiet. Taking a breath, Y/n carefully removed one hand from Stu's face holding their now free hand out to Billy. "Billy?" They called out, catching the shorter brunette's attention.

Billy didn't move, but took ahold of Y/N's hand tightly. Before being pulled over and letting his head fall onto his partner's shoulder. "What made you think I didn't love you? Or that I would leave..?" They asked, running a hand through Billy's hair, but gaining no answer for a while.

"I thought you were going to leave like my mom did." Was what he said after he had finally decided to talk aloud. Stu knew of this. That's why they started these.... nevermind. That's not important right now. But Y/n could feel their heart shatter in their chest. Billy thought that they were going to leave like their mom did?

That's it. Taking both Stu and Billy's hands into their own, they began pulling both boys to the living room. "C'mon. I'm gonna' cheer you two up." They spoke. But both their boyfriends were confused. They followed either way, plopping themselves down on the couch. "Movie time?" Stu questioned slightly, though his voice broke. Y/N only nodded. Putting in Psycho, getting popcorn and sitting in the middle between their boyfriends, everything began to fall back into place... Happy endings. But they never last long, do they?