#DUMPS HOT SOUP ON YOU

[deedeemactir]

Imagine Delilah Howe having dinner with her new brother-in-law, and that brother-in-law is Jowan

[rafeandonlyrafe]

perfect wife

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding, mating press, established relationship, marriage, housewife stuff? cooking and cleaning

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it’s not that you enjoy cleaning all the time, but you get in certain moods, when your energy level is high and you got enough sleep the night before, that you absolutely love to clean, especially satisfying deep cleans.

today happens to be one of those days, and ever since you woke up, smiling at the note that rafe left you on his pillow, wishing you a good morning and saying he regretted not being there with you upon waking up, but also couldn’t bear rousing you from your sleep when he had to leave for work. it makes your heart flutter to see it signed not by his name but rather ‘from, your husband.’

you’ve been married to rafe for two whole months now, and it feels like a fairytale, somehow even better than being his girlfriend. you feel like a truly good wife as you already scrubbed all the bathrooms spotless before 10 am, and are now working on the common areas before hopefully cleaning the bedroom before rafe gets home from work.

you hum along to the music you have playing throughout the house wide sound system as you wipe down dusty surfaces, taking care to clean all the little crevices that normally get missed. 

time flies and before you realize, your stomach starts to grumble as noon rolls by. you take a pause from your work, having just finished the living room, and move into the kitchen, deciding to make yourself some food before getting to cleaning.

you love to bake, but cooking is not your favorite thing, so you make yourself something simple before you get a spark of creativity, making a stew to simmer so it would be ready by the time rafe got home around dinner. you finish your meal, having disregarded it halfway through to make the stew. 

you clean the kitchen while stirring occasionally before it gets to the point that you can lower the temperature and walk away, now off to clean the bedroom. you grab rafes hamper, filled with clean clothes that he didn’t have time to put away last night, too busy kissing and cuddling with you in bed.

you dump them onto the freshly washed bedsheets, taking the time and care to crisply fold everything or hang up what went on hangers. you even spend some time organizing rafes closet. he kept it pretty clean already, but you wanted to make everything perfect.

you run downstairs to check your stew before continuing onto your closet, it being a much bigger mess than rafes. you have a terrible habit of trying on clothes, deciding its not want you want to wear for the day, and tossing it onto the floor instead of putting it properly away.

“baby!” you hear rafe shout just as you finish up. you quickly flatten your hands over the comforter on the bed, smoothing out any creases to make the room truly flawless before you rush down the stairs, greeting your husband with a kiss as your arms loop around his shoulders.

“something smells good.” rafe says, taking a sniff of the entryway, the smell of the stew having radiated throughout the whole house.

“i made you food.” you tell him, smoothing your hands over his shoulders, keeping your body close to his having missed him all day. “it should be ready in about 30 minutes, just enough time for you to shower.” you know rafes routine well enough, he liked to shower right when he got home from work, to wash the day away.

“you’re the most perfect wife ever.” rafe bends his head to press kisses to your neck, making you giggle when he focuses on your ticklish spot.

“go shower!” you shoo him away, wanting him to have the soup when it is nice and hot.

“love you, honey.” rafe kisses your cheek before heading up the stairs. you echo the words back to him before heading towards the kitchen to check on the stew, but pause when you hear rafe calling your name from your bedroom.

you rush up the stairs, worried that you maybe accidentally threw something out that was important or moved something and he didn’t know where it was.

“what is it rafey?” you question, eyes wide as you see him looking around the room.

“you cleaned all this while i was at work? and put away my laundry?” rafe questions, seeing that even the baseboards have been cleaned of the bit of dust that always collects on them.

you give a shrug. “i like cleaning for you.” “you know you don’t have to do all this baby.” rafe moves to wrap his arms around your waist. “i mean i appreciate it, but don’t feel like you’re required to now that we are married.” “i know.” you smile, cupping his jaw in your hands. “i seriously just wanted to.” “okay.” rafe nods, satisfied with your answer. he knows you get little bursts of cleaning, but doesn’t want you to get the wrong impression about your role, even if you do stay home while he is at work.

“go shower.” you press a kiss to rafes lips before leaving him in the bedroom, smirking to yourself knowing that he’s about to see that you cleaned the bathroom as well.

you return to the stovetop, stirring everything together before preparing the final touches, even setting out the perfect silverware for the occasion, choosing the dining room for such a meal rather than the island where you and rafe usually eat.

you jump when rafe enters the kitchen. he always moves so quietly through the house that it catches you off guard.

“god, if we weren’t already married i would propose to you all over again right now.” rafe wraps his arms around your waist as you work on ladling the stew into individual bowls, deciding to keep the rest in the pot on the stove for easy splitting up into tupperware later.

“i like making food for you.” you hum. “don’t expect it all the time though, i also love getting take out.”

rafe laughs and nods his head in agreement, you have a habit of ordering food at least two times a week, making it a tradition on fridays to watch an episode of tv while you eat in the living room.

“let me carry them in.” rafe stops you before you can carry the bowls yourself, picking them up and following you into the dining room.

you blow on your spoon to cool the stew as rafe begins to eat, commentating over and over how delicious it is, even going so far as to moan and roll his eyes back into his head, but when you take a bite you can’t help but admit that it’s very good.

“when we finish eating-” rafe says after a few minutes of silence, too engrossed in your meal. “i’m going to take you upstairs and fuck you.” “rafe!” you giggle at the sudden lewdness.

“i’m serious, baby. i need to after you did all this cleaning, put away my laundry and made me food? i need to put a baby in you immediately.” 

“well… hurry up and get back to eating.” you gesture to rafe. you talked about having kids after marriage, but this was the first time since your wedding that rafe brought up actually bringing them into the world.

you both rush through the rest of your meals, leaving the dishes on the table to be taken care of tomorrow as rafe sweeps you into his arms, carrying you up the stairs with ease. he sets you down on the bed, his lips connecting with yours as he works on taking off his pants, throwing them in the general direction of his hamper before pulling away to pull your shirt off over your head.

“i can’t fucking wait to see you all filled up with my kid.” rafe says, massaging your breasts through your bra, unable to keep his hands off of them, even to take off the fabric covering them.

“need that so bad, rafey.” you whimper. you’ve always wanted to be a mom, and it feels like the perfect time to make that dream a reality.

“gotta fuck you now, princess.” rafe says, quickly taking his shirt off, his cock already completely hard as he pulls his underwear down, clearly excited to put a baby into you.

you reach behind your back to take your bra off before sliding your leggings and underwear down in one go, needing rafe just as desperately as he needs you. you move up the bed, resting your head on the pillow as rafe moves to hover over you. 

“i would eat you out or finger you but i need this right now.” rafe says, reaching down to rub at your clit as his tip presses against your entrance.

“i need you right now too.” you tell him, letting out a moan as he pushes in, moving slowly to let you adjust. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, rafes chest heaving with deep breaths, trying to control himself.

“you can move.” you tell rafe after a minute. he doesn’t give even a second for your comment to sit before he is thrusting in and out, making your joint moans echo throughout the room.

rafe presses sloppy kisses against yours, lips vibrating together when you’re both unable to hold back your noises of pleasure. “feels so good.” you whimper, his thumb still rubbing against your clit, never stopping making you feel good.

“i know it does, princess.” rafe says. “you’re doing so good for me. gonna fill you up real good.” “you’re gonna be the best daddy.” you tell rafe, and its true, you know just from the way he treats you, how he straightened out and takes care of you, that he’s going to be an amazing dad.

“fuck-” rafe curses, somehow able to move faster, slamming in and out of you, annihilating your cunt with the ferocity he is thrusting into you at. rafe is grunting with the effort he is giving as you grip his shoulders tightly, sure to leave red marks from your nails come morning.

“gonna go fucking crazy, your pussy is so good.” rafe says, as if he hasn’t already gone crazy with the way he’s fucking into you.

“keep rubbing rafe, i’m close.” you moan, back arching off the bed as his thumb rubs over your clit easily due to your slick.

“cum for me princess.” rafe begs you, needing to feel your cunt squeeze around him. you’d never deny your husband as he rubs you to orgasm, entire body shaking as your high hits you, moaning wildly as rafes cock maintains its blistering pace.

as soon as your clit pulses underneath his finger and your back settles back against the bed, rafe moves, pulling out briefly to reposition you, slotting his hands underneath your knees and pushing your legs up and open, spreading your cunt wide for him before his cock reenters you.

he begins to thrust immediately, keeping up the aggressive, feral pace. you’re so sensitive from your orgasm but you can’t complain when you know he’s working to get his cum inside of you, to fill you up, to grow your family.

“gonna cum.” rafe warns briefly, his words slurred out, his eyes half lidded from the ecstasy of your cunt as he pushes in for a final time, shooting his cum as deep as he can, leaning forward and pressing you into the mattress, not even caring as your thighs burn from the stretch.

rafe grinds himself into you until there is nothing more to release, moving your legs back to a more comfortable position but keeping his dick buried deep inside of you.

rafe looks at you with a smile, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. “gotta make sure it takes.”

[bringmeanangel]

Tons of Germs

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Warning: None. Maybe just too gosh darn adorable. Synopsis: Reader is home sick and Spencer comes to take care of her.

A/N: This popped in my head and I had to share.

You were lying on the couch, Kleenex spilled out of the trash, you felt miserable. There was a cold going around and you caught it.

You had gotten nice and cozy on the couch, with your big blanket and prepared to stay there forever.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. You sighed, groaning as you stood. You peered through the peephole and there he was...

The world's greatest boyfriend. Spencer had texted you that they were home from the case and you let him know you were sick.

"Go away" you said, not opening the door.

He chuckled "open the door, love"

"No. You hate germs and I've got tons of them"

"Angel" he cooed, your favorite nickname of his. "Open the door please"

"Okay, but I warned you Mister!" your tone was teasing, but a hint of seriousness.

When the door opened Spencer was met with your pale face. Your nose was red, you were in your sweatpants and oversized t-shirt. You looked exhausted.

He looked at you sympathetically and you took a step back to let him him.

"My poor girl." he soothed.

He made his way to the kitchen, taking a quick glance at the set up you made in the living room. He placed the bags that he had down on the counter.

"You brought me things" you sounded hopeful and he looked at you, smiling softly and nodded.

"I did. More ginger ale, those plain chips you like to eat when you're sick and some chicken soup from the cafe down the street."

"With the little little dumplings instead of noodles" you looked almost child like and he nooded.

"Yes, love. With the dumplings."

He reached a hand out and placed it on your forehead. He furrowed his brow for a moment, and then removed his hand, quickly going to wash them.

"You feel warm, but it's not a fever" he said. "Why don't you go draw yourself a nice bath, with some eucalyptus and I will bring the soup in there."

"Oh, special treatment." you teased, before turning away from him and coughing into the crook of your elbow. "You should just go." you whined, looking defeated.

"I'm not going to leave you like this. That wouldn't be very nice of me, would it?" he smirked and you shook your head pouting a bit.

"It would not."

"Go, get your bath ready. These dirty clothes in the hamper, I'll take care of everything."

"You're going to do my laundry?" you questioned, raising your eyebrow and he laughed.

"No. You're very particular about that. You'll feel better in new clothes. Now go."

It was no secret, you were so thankful that he had come by tonight. You were feeling so crummy and really wanted him here to help you.

You started your bath with some eucalyptus and then made your way to your bedroom to get out of your clothes. You threw your hair up to get it out of the way.

While you were doing all that, Spencer put the kettle on to make you some hot water with lemon and honey. He changed the garbage can in the living room, sprayed some Lysol around too.

He then washed his hands, grabbed a bowl and got your soup ready. When he walked towards the bathroom, he saw that the door was ajar.

He lightly pushed it open and saw you relaxing in the bath. Your face lit up when you saw the soup.

You had a nice tray that fit perfectly for the bathtub. He placed the bowl and and spoon on the tray that you had ready.

"I'll be right back, angel. I've made you a drink and I'll get you some fresh clothes, then I'll help wash you." you chuckled a bit.

"Spencer, it's just a cold."

"Just let me take care of you."

"Okay. Thank you for my soup. I think you like me."

"I think I love you. Be right back."

A few minutes later you were carefully eating your chicken and dumping soup. Spencer had brought you the warm drink and grabbed an oversized sweatshirt and some pyjama pants for you.

"How's the soup." he asked, rolling up his sleeves.

"Mmm. Thank you" you beamed up at him and he smiled wide.

"Good."

When you were done eating and drinking, he put the bowl and cup on the counter while you moved the tray to the end of the bathtub.

He knelt back down, grabbing a washcloth and dipping it in the water and started washing your back.

You brought your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them and resting your head on your knees, content.

"Feeling better?" he whispered and you hummed happily. "Sweet girl, don't fall asleep on me just yet." he soothed.

"Feels good. Too sweaty." you mumbled.

"Yeah. This always helps." he agreed.

Once he had washed the sweat off of you. He grabbed your big towel and helped you out of the bath. You held onto the counter as he dried you off.

He got you dressed in your Pyjamas and carried you to your bed.

"M'sleep now?" You mumbled out

He kissed your temple "yes, angel. You can sleep now"

[i-eat-mold]

He was a kid living in a container he was a kid he was just a child. He was a child and he lived in a cold metal container in a dumpster. He lived alone in a container, a child. Even if he was feared and respected in the mafia not a single person thought “this is a child, living alone in a container in a dumpster, that’s fucked up”. Did no one else think of him as a child? Did they simply think he was a monster? Was he not just a child alone in a cold abandoned dump? Not even mori, who actually saw himself in this little kid? Did he not bother to make him live in a warm home? Eve chuuya got his own apartment. “Nooo but it was probably his choice” yeah since when can you trust the choices of a child who has been alienated by every adult in his life and treated like a monster, when he’s so obviously in pain and alone and needs help whether he likes it or not? I don’t care what he wants to do, hes a child and he needs a home, what the fuck? God, someone give this kid a bowl of soup, hot chocolate and a tv to sit in front of. Someone give him a couch and a blanket.

[what-even-is-thiss]

Quick and cheap filling vegetarian food (I’m going ovo-lacto for this)

Soup:

Dump some cans of stuff in a pot. Maybe some seasoning too. Pearl barley or rice may also be a good choice to bulk things out. With beans or legumes and some kind of grain you can make a whole protein. If that doesn’t appeal to you add some cheese or poached egg. Don’t add a lot of rice btw it will expand don’t turn your soup into a rice dish I swear to gosh

Quesadillas:

Basic idea for this is shredded cheese melted in between two tortillas warmed up on either side in a pan, in a microwave if you’re feeling extra depressed. But other stuff can be added. Salsa, pico, leftover tofu or beans, sliced peppers or onion. It’s a dish that’s as complicated or as simple as you want to make it.

Casseroles:

Dump a can of cream of mushroom or cream of potato soup on it. It’ll work itself out probably.

Scrambled eggs:

The most braindead way to cook eggs. You can even scramble them in the pan. Put stuff in it. I like putting fried tomatoes in it. Add enough mushrooms and cheese and you can feel your system clogging up in real time. Eat some toast with it to convince yourself that adding carbs makes it fine actually

Curry:

Wildly oversimplified term for basically most Indian food. It’s simpler to make than you think. The spices are the important part. The base of a lot of types of Indian food is onion, ginger, garlic, and tomato and then add spices and stuff to that. What stuff? Whatever. Spinach, potatoes, coconut milk, regular milk, even more tomatoes, lentils, beans, yogurt. Put it over rice probably. Use powdered onion and ginger-garlic paste and canned tomatoes when you’re tired. Probably look up some actual Indian YouTubers and bloggers to get more specific recipes than my stupid ass can provide.

Peanut noodles:

Cook some noodles. Probably ramen noodles. Melt some peanut butter on it and add soy sauce. Merry Christmas.

Melts:

Get a panini press so you never have to think again. Cheese, something else, bread, hot, eat. Add a sauce and some nicely grilled vegetables if you want to but tbh a midnight grilled cheese with tomato isn’t gonna be a gourmet meal. Just make it so you can finish crying.

Smoothie:

Frozen fruit and/or veggies and some kind of liquid. I usually use strawberry, mango, and soymilk. Maybe yogurt too idk. The worst part of this is cleaning the blender later but the actual process of making it is fast.

Pasta:

There’s more to life than just spaghetti and red sauce. Or so I’ve been told. You can use canned soups as a sauce sometimes if you reduce them a bit. I like butternut squash soup. Adding some cream cheese to sauces tastes better than it sounds and can fix your protein problem that you sometimes get with pasta dishes. Keeping a jar of pesto and some mushrooms in the fridge can make for a fast dinner when you need it.

Chili:

Get two different types of beans and some tomatoes and chili powder and whatever in a pot and let those bitches get to know each other and simmer while you stare off into space for a while. Maybe like 10-20 minutes idk it tastes good with sour cream

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Eddie is in the middle of his biggest campaign yet, meanwhile you're sick and while out for errands you end up running into your ex.

Slight Dom vibes from Eddie. Older Eddie x reader (Eddie is 42, reader is late twenties) protective Eddie. 18+

❤️

"The campaign is the biggest one I've planned yet and all the guys are excited for it. I'll be m.i.a for a little while so try and behave while I'm gone" you sprawl across his bed and love the way his eyes darken at the sight of your naked body.

"I guess. It's more fun when I misbehave though" you reply impishly and that makes Eddie smirk just a little bit.

Sweetheart are you going to be good for me or not?" Eddie asks patiently while you pout and settle back on the bed.

"Maybe" you shrug and Eddie shakes his head torn between adoration for you and exasperation. He leans down to kiss you, loses himself in the sensation for a moment or two.

He can't get enough of kissing you, he can't get enough of feeling your body pressed against his and watching you come undone. He can't get enough of spending time with you and being with him.

He's never felt like this before until you, just so full of love and adoration. For the first time in his life he's actually considering postponing a campaign but eventually the little nagging voice inside of his head (that sounds suspiciously like Dustin) forces him out the door.

"If you need anything then you call me, okay princess?" you nod along but he knows you would never interrupt a campaign, "I mean if baby anything at all" he's still hesitant to leave but you practically push him out the door.

"Go or we all know Dustin will be here in seconds if You're even a little bit late" he scoffs but knows you're not wrong. The little butthead would send the cavalry.

With I love yous exchanged he's then out of the door and on his way to the campaign.

❤️

You were planning to hit the bookstore in town and then heading to Family Video for a movie to watch while Eddie was gone.

His campaigns were meticulously planned out and you knew this session could last most of the afternoon and some of the night.

It was so hot to watch Eddie when he was so passionate about things he loved and you had even sat in on a campaign or two, made up a character and genuinely enjoyed playing with Eddie and his friends.

Truly it would have been nice to join him today but you had been feeling out of sorts since last night and Eddie refused to get you any more sick, he had gently ordered you to rest up as much as possible and call him on the landline the minute you felt worse.

It took long enough to even get him out of the door to even go to campaign so there was no way you were interrupting him after he had spent so much time on it, you had your movies, medicine and a new book, along with soup and hot cocoa. You would be fine.

The fresh air helped and it was always lovely to see Hawkins in the fall, the gorgeous oranges, rust and golden hues of the trees, the chill in the air and Halloween decorations dotted around the town.

Your peace ends up interrupted by a very unwelcome figure. Your ex. Alastair.

"Has the freak left you all alone today?" You ignore Alastair and walk past him. God what did you see in that asshole? It was only a couple of months but you should have seen that he was a douchebag from the start.

Thankfully you had dumped him and moved on. You had found Eddie who treated you like a queen, who adored you and loved you so much.

"I'm talking to you. Stupid bitch" Alastair snarls and he grabs your arm. The violent tug makes you lose your balance and you stumble.

"Let of me" you snap and his face turns puce but before he can do anything else someone blocks him from your view.

"Clear off dickhead" its Steve and he's glaring at Alastair whose face drains of colour.

"You know I'm glad it's that freak who has you now. At some point he will get sick of your bullshit as well" he snarls and walks away.

You're teary and just want to go home. The glow of your perfect morning with Eddie is long gone.

"You okay?" Steve asks kindly and you nod still feeling shaky. You're furious that Alastair has ruined your day and gotten under your skin again, tears of fury blur your vision and Steve softens.

"Come on. I'll walk you home"

❤️

When you head back to Eddie's trailer your head is pounding and Alastair's words play on your mind. It was no good giving that assholes opinions the time of day, the thing is he always managed to say things that got under your skin or that he knew would hurt the most.

It was hard to ignore him and even though you shake up you still refuse to call Eddie. In all honesty you were nervous to say anything about this. He was so protective of you that you worried he would actually knock Alastair out for grabbing you like that.

You didn't want Eddie in trouble so you resolved to keep quiet. Though if Alastair came near you again you were absolutely kicking him in his tiny little balls.

...

You had been strangely quiet since Eddie had arrived back home, usually you were slightly mischievous, chatty and would tell him all about your day. He told you all about the campaign and how well it had gone, you seemed genuinely excited but there was still something bugging you that Eddie couldn't figure out.

Were you still feeling sick?

"Eddie, do you get sick of me sometimes?" the question hangs in the air and Eddie gapes, what? Where the fuck was this coming from?

"Of course not sweetheart. Why would you ever think that?" You shake your head and cuddle up close to him. He held you tightly, trying to soothe away what was worrying you. What happened from this morning to now?

"No reason, I just wondered that's all" he frowns and holds you closer to him, determined to let you know how much you mean to him.

"I love you sweetheart. I could never get sick of you. Please never think like that because it will never happen" the words seem to relax you but Eddie is still suspicious about why those thoughts were even on your mind.

He's determined to find out and he doesn't have to wait very long.

❤️

Steve visits that afternoon and Eddie's worries deepen when he asks if you're okay after yesterday.

"What happened yesterday?" he knew there was something that was bothering you. He should have pressed a little bit more last night but he knew you would tell him in time. He's anxious now that it's something really bad.

It must be judging from your question last night, something had put those thoughts on your mind and now he was closer to finding out what.

Steve frowns. "Did she not tell you that dickhead of an ex was hounding her?" Eddie freezes and shakes his head.

"Shit no, she looked like she wanted to tell me something all night but kept closing up. I should have known it would be something to do with him" he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to control his anger.

Not that he was angry at you, no way. However he was angry at your ex and his inability to leave you alone. Anytime Alastair saw you it caused him to act like a complete dick, he's pretty sure the guy must naturally be an ass or he didn't like the fact that you dumped his ass.

Either way Eddie wasn't going to let the little fucker away with hurting you. He thanks Steve for telling him and for being there for you, even though he wishes he could have been there himself.

He doubts very much your ex would have said anything when he was around and was one of those people who liked to get their targets on their own.

Once Steve leaves you arrive back home shortly after, you kiss his cheek and take your bag full of groceries into the kitchen.

Eddie follows you and wraps his arms around your waist while trailing soft kisses over your neck.

"Hey princess, Steve came over today to ask how you were after yesterday" you stiffen for a few seconds but relax when he soothes you.

"That was sweet of him. I guess he told you what happened with Alastair? I've been meaning to tell you, it's just trying to find the right words but yeah he was his usual self and he grabbed me..." You turn to him but he's extremely quiet.

You must notice the dangerous glint in his eyes because you cup his cheek and reassure him that you're fine and everything is okay.

Eddie holds you close and kisses you, he's fuming that your ex dared put his hands on you and you quietly tell him the rest of what happened and by the end of it he's pissed.

"I love you so much sweetheart, so fucking much and if that asshole bothers you again then I swear I'll knock his teeth out" he seethes and you shake your head not wanting that to happen.

"I love you Eddie and I don't want you in trouble for that asshole" you rest your head on his chest and he strokes your hair.

"Oh I won't get into shit but he might" he mutters and plans to have a word with your shitty ex. There was no way that douchebag was getting away with hurting you.

"Eddie" you warn him and sigh when you get one of his charming smiles in return.

"I promise you princess that I won't harm a hair on his head even if he deserves it" Eddie vows and you nod believing him. Whatever he had planned though would likely be something Alastair would never forget.

...

Funnily enough Alistair doesn't bother you again and when you ask Eddie about it he simply says they had a little chat.

Knowing how protective Eddie is you can just imagine how that went. It must have been something that got through to him because in the rare times you did see Alistair out and about in town, his eyes would widen and he'd rush away clutching his privates and letting out a squeal.

"Eddie what the hell did you do?" you ask torn between amusement and exasperation.

"I just told him to leave my girl alone or he'd maybe be an appendage less" he shrugs innocently. "No one tries to hurt you and gets away with it" he kisses your forehead and you stifle a smile as the two of you head back home.

❤️

[ladykailitha]

The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 17

Sorry to leave you on that cliffhanger. If I hadn't screwed up you would have only had to wait a week instead of two. But tada! The mysterious [REDACTED] from WIP Wednesday.

Steve recovers from his no good horrible bad day with the help of those who love him.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

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Steve raised his head and peeked out of the covers. “Eddie? How are you here?”

Eddie was at his side in an instant. “Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured, stroking Steve’s hair. “The tour is over beautiful. It’s coming home day, did you forget?”

“Mr. Munson,” Bob said, moving away from the bed. “We were trying to get him up before you came back. But it was harder then we planned.”

“You did an admirable job,” Eddie assured him. He turned back to Steve. “Robin told me about what happened. I’m sorry, little Canary. I wish I could have protected you from that.”

Steve let out a little whimper.

“What’s your name?” he asked Rosa and when she supplied it, he said, “would you go a draw a bath for Steve? I don’t think he’s up for a shower.”

She hastened to do as he asked.

“Bob, go ring up the kitchen and have them prepare a light meal. Soup, salad, chicken that’s light on the sauce. Anything that wouldn’t hurt an already upset stomach.”

Bob nodded and moved over to the desk phone to do just that. Eddie carefully removed the blankets as they were sticking to Steve’s skin.

He picked him up and carried him to the bathroom where he stripped Steve of his underwear and socks and lowered him into the bath.

“You just stay there, and I’ll be right back to wash your hair, mmk?”

Steve nodded and dumped half the bottle of bubbles into the water causing Eddie to laugh.

Steve laid his head back on the rim of the bathtub with a sigh. He could feel the heat of the water seep into his bones and muscles as he relaxed for the first time since he was forcibly vacated from his job.

Eddie came back in a moment a later and knelt behind Steve’s head. He tipped Steve’s head forward as he poured water over his hair. Steve hissed as the warm water hit his head a shoulders.

“Is it too hot, sweetheart?” Eddie asked gently, stopping his pouring.

“No,” Steve assured him. “I just wasn’t expecting it. It felt good.”

He smiled and began pouring again, once Steve’s hair was completely wet, he added shampoo to his hands and scrubbed it through his hair. He rinsed out the shampoo and washed it again. He continued to do this until all the stickiness had been washed out of the hair. He grabbed the conditioner and ran it gently through Steve’s hair, massaging his scalp.

“You think you can scrub yourself while that sets, beautiful?” he asked, getting to his feet. “I need to go see about your dinner.”

Steve nodded and set to work doing just that. Eddie patted the edge of the tub and walked out, leaving him to finish cleaning himself off. The bubbles almost towered of the top of the water, making the work harder and more fun. He had built a tower of foam by the time the other man came back.

“Someone is having fun,” he huffed and Steve smiled for the first time in days. “Let’s get your hair rinsed and you toweled off. Your friends have gone for now, but they promised to be back after you eat.”

“Okay.”

Once his hair had been rinsed out, he got out of the tub and toweled off, slipping on the yellow frilly robe Eddie had got for him the day he met Robin. He buried his nose into the collar and breathed in the scent of lavender soap that Rosa always used when doing his laundry.

He walked out of the bathroom to find that his bedding had been replaced and the floors cleaned. The carpet was still damp in places where it had been scrubbed.

“Sorry about that,” he muttered going over to sit on the chair.

“It’s all right, little Canary,” Eddie said gently stroking his wet hair. “You shouldn’t have had to go through that. I’m sorry that you had to at all.”

They ate in silence and then Steve’s friends came back in and Eddie slipped out so that Steve could talk to them.

“He’s a good man,” Rosa said firmly. “But I thought he was, eh? Primo?”

Bob grimaced. “That was just something to help keep Steve safe. He’s more...” he waved his hand back in forth, “novio? Ish?”

Steve snorted.

He wasn’t sure there was a term in Spanish for what Eddie was to him. Hell he wasn’t even sure there was one in English. Or at least not a polite one, anyway.

“You let him take care of you,” Rosa huffed, “and I won’t get some many grey hairs, yes?”

Steve burst out laughing. “If you wanted more money to pay your hairdresser, Rosa, you should have asked. I would have been tipping bigger.”

She swatted at him with her towel, but they were both smiling at each other, so Steve considered it a win.

Once they were satisfied he was going to be fine, they left him alone. He let out a shuddering breath and let out all his emotions that he had bottled up since the incident at work. He let out another breath and then another. He was amazed at the end that he wasn’t a sobbing mess.

Steve got up and called Robin.

“Steve!” she admonished. “God, I was starting to get really worried about you. Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine,” he assured her. “I just needed some time to process what happened. It was so messed up. I mean Tommy and I were assholes in school, but we wouldn’t have pulled something like that. That’s insane!”

“Yeah,” Robin said slowly like the word was dragged out of her. “I was thinking about that too. Like, yeah there was some bullying, but the usual shoving people against lockers and giving them wedgies, but this? This feels malicious in a way I have no words for.”

“It feels like something my dad would do.”

That statement hung between them for a moment and Robin’s breath stuttered at the weight of it.

“Shit, Steve,” she whispered. “I–I just never realized how bad things were you with your parents. I guess I pushed how bad it must have been for you under a rug in my head because I didn’t want to face how badly you’ve been treated. I’m sorry.”

Steve let out a long suffering sigh. It had always been the point of contention among all the kids, most of the adults, and yes even Robin, that they just didn’t understand what Steve was going through.

“I’m not sure it’ll make you feel better,” she said softly, “but according to your little nuggets, Hopper downplayed the argument he had with Joyce.”

Steve blinked for a moment as he tried to remember her saying something about that. The way she had first said it made it sound like that they merely had had a conversation and Joyce had agreed to back off.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” she hedged. “So Will said that they had a really bad fight. Hop was saying that if she hadn’t been such a hard ass on you about the job, you wouldn’t have gotten assaulted twice. Joyce complained, saying that he had just told her who was bankrolling your stay, this would have never happened.”

Steve closed his eyes and flopped on the bed. “Shit.”

“It gets worse,” she said dryly.

“How could it possibly be worse than that?” he asked, suddenly sitting up.

“Hop told her that she would have behaved badly if she knew who had rescued you,” Robin continued. “She didn’t like that. She said that she didn’t care who was taking care of you as long as she had a name.”

Dread pooled in Steve’s stomach and began to twist. “He told her, didn’t he?”

“Yeah,” she said softly, “and as predicted she flipped her shit. Hopper told her the ‘you waiting for Monty to get off work’ line so you could spend the night at his place. But know she thinks he’s your sugar daddy and blew up at Hop for thinking that was appropriate to have around Ellie.”

“She didn’t.”

“She did,” Robin said. “Hopper pointed out that not only had Eddie been on tour for three months he’d been taking care of you, but that marrying someone rich and letting them take care of you wasn’t the sin everyone made it out to be.”

Steve did a fist pump. “Score one for Hopper! That’s incredible.”

“Yeah,” she sighed wistfully. “And then he told her that he would trust you and Eddie before he trust you with anyone else in the whole god damned town!”

“Wait,” Steve said, suddenly frowning, “Will told you all this?”

“Ellie, too,” Robin said warily. “The whole thing was a shit show and right now Hop and Joyce aren’t talking.”

“Thanks for the heads up,” he muttered. “How are the rest of the kids taking it?”

“Like even Mike is on your side,” she huffed with a bitter laugh. “Which is really saying something. But I think the most surprising is that Jonathan is mad at her for the whole thing. Apparently he had been trying to warn her for awhile. He said he suspected it might be someone like Eddie who was helping you out. Which blew everyone else’s mind let me tell you.”

Steve chuckled, twirling the phone cord around his finger. “You’ve got to be careful, it’s always the silent types that surprise you.”

“Yeah, sure,” Robin scoffed. “But anyway, I’m glad you’re feeling better. You up for a BBF day?”

“Not to today,” Steve said with a sigh. “Maybe tomorrow, but I wanted to let you know that I was alive and that you didn’t have start planning a funeral or some shit.”

“Message received loud and clear,” she said cheerfully. “And thanks for the heads up. You have a nice pamper day and call me tomorrow, okay?”

“Roger that!” Steve said, a smile on his face. “Bye!” He hung up and flopped on the bed again. He stared up at the ceiling in awe. He never meant for Hopper and Joyce to blow up at each other like that. He just wanted her back off and now...

“I can hear you catastrophizing from here,” a warm voice said with a chuckle. “It’s not your fault with what happened between Hop and Joyce Byers. She shouldn’t have kept pushing like she did.”

Steve scrambled to wrap the robe around his waist as the belt had come loose during his talk with Robin, showing a lot more than was probably decent for company.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly coming over to sit in the chair across from the sofa. “I forgot you were coming back in everything that was going on.”

“That’s okay, little Canary,” Eddie said with soft smile. “You needed the comfort of your friends and I’m happy you’re up and doing better. You’ve got color back in your cheeks. You were so pale when I came in.”

Steve blushed adding more color to his cheeks.

“I’ve got a room across the hall from you,” he murmured, “so if you need anything, just come on over. I’ll be in most of the time, but I would like to visit family a little while I’m in town.”

“Oh gosh!” Steve gushed. “Of course. I’m not your keeper, you can come and go how ever you like. I’ll just do what I always do.”

“Which is what exactly?” he asked with a dimpled grin. Steve wanted to bite them. “I’ve been out of touch for awhile.”

“This and that,” he said with a shrug. “I draw some, I go see movies, I’ve been trying all sorts of hobbies and things. My latest is learning how to skateboard. One of the kids I used to babysit is teaching me.”

“That explains all the purchases at the skate shop then,” he said with a wink. He patted the seat next to him. “Come sit by me. I think we have a lot to talk about.”

Steve chewed his lip for a moment and then nodded. He got up and slunk over to the sofa and sat down. He turned to face him and put his elbow on the back cushion, drawing his knee up under him.

“I’ve spoken to Hopper,” Eddie said, “and he agrees with me that you should remain here in this hotel room at least until the whole mall thing blows over. And by that I mean you’re free to go, but you’ll still be living at the hotel in this room, specifically.”

Steve let out a long shuddering breath. “That’s a relief honestly,” he said with sigh. “I like the people here. I feel safe here.”

“I’m glad,” Eddie said with a warm smile. “As for what happens in the future is going to be play by ear. The rest of the band in town visiting their families, too. In fact everyone but me got their own old rooms back.”

“Oops!” Steve said with a grimace. “No takesbackies!”

Eddie laughed, throwing back his head. “Never. I like how you decorated the place so I’m not going to force you to move.”

“Thanks for everything,” Steve murmured, bumping their shoulders together. “With the hotel room and the money and the car, my dad still hasn’t found out where I am. Which apparently is making family dinners very tense.”

“They think the bouncer...” Eddie said snapping his fingers, “what was his name?”

Steve smiled. “Monty.”

“Monty!” he crowed. “That’s it! So they think ole Monty has you stashed away somewhere?”

“Pretty much!”

“Well, I think once people start seeing me around town,” Eddie said seriously, “they might put two and two together. But as I said for the long term this is your home, until we can find you something safer.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Can I tell people who my mysterious benefactor is now?”

Eddie laughed again. “Yeah, sure, little Canary you can tell whoever you want.”

~

Part 18

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My ask: I know the applications are closed but when they are open I would like a second part with: Silver, Sebek, Trey and Deuce. This section is too good to end like this, I hadn't laughed so hard all week (by the way good luck with your homework).

➸𝘍𝘜𝘙𝘉𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘌𝘍 pt. 2

concept: [character] with s/o that has a very protective little brother!grim

characters: silver || sebek zigvolt || trey clover || deuce spade

disclaimers: reader is gender neutral || reader is yuu || fluff

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫

grim knows not to mess with lilia’s son, but he does it anyways cus yk, that’s what blue furballs do.

dudes just trying to sleep until grim harshly wakes him up. “did you know that you shouldn’t date prefect cus they’re ugly and they they don’t love you. wake up and break up” poor silver.

you once tried to cut his hair cus it was getting too long, just when you were about to cut his bangs grim just oh so coincidentally as under the table and accidentally burnt your shoe. what happened to silvers bangs that day? the kokoro + xingqiu effect.

he grew up with lilia’s cooking, so of course you love to cook for the boy, but with grim around? he literally puked in the stew you were cooking for silver.

grim makes letters to piss him off and signs them off with your name, silver doesn’t really read them and they get sent to lilia so rip to you both.

𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐤 𝐳𝐢𝐠𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭

“you probably love malleus more than you love prefect” “HOW DARE YOU SAY TO THAT, I LOVE THE PREFECT A LOT.” say goodbye to your rights to hear cus this mans a humanized megaphone.

grim loves taunting him with malleus, he’s the exact reason of the trust issues in your relationship. grim loves torturing this man.

his favorite activity is hanging out in the botanical garden so there’s no doubt he loves to take you there to talk about your day. it all goes so well until grim appears behind one of the flowers and technically sets his hair on fire.

he likes to carry you around, he loves it actually. just carrying you and running around diasomnia is so fun. however, it is not fun when grim makes him trip which results to the both of you falling.

he helps you with your math homework, which you are very grateful for. but grim did not let that slide, burning the papers alongside the table you two were sitting at.

𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

grim tries a lot of things to get you two to break up. but this man literally has fucking plot armor cus HOW???

grim once broke a bag full of flour to pour on you two, it was a success, but not how it was supposed to be.

you two were under the flour laughing your asses off, a single moment of silence and suddenly you two were KISSING? he wanted to puke out a whole furball at that spot.

there has also been times where grim tried to dump paint over you and blame it on trey, but ace and deuce always has trey’s back because, well, he’s the only piece of hope in the whole heartslaybul dorm.

angry trey is terrifying. grim once tried to sabotage your soup -which you were very proud of - and got stuffed in the oven for like 3 hours cus of this man.

𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞

he loves it when you paint the little spade mark on his face, it always seems to go wrong after grim ‘accidentally’ replaced the bottle with hot sauce.

he wants to be the honor student and your honor boyfriend, he has to be physically restrained to stop himself from choking the furballs outta grim.

he gets so red and shakes so much when you just tell him a simple “you’re eyes are so beautiful” after you leave grim just appears outta nowhere and cosplays mira kano for a bit “you know they didn’t mean that right”.

dude will come to your dorm in the middle of the night and go “hey i lost my bed, can i sleep in yours?” really tired grim just responds with “this is why prefect doesn’t love you”.

he got you cute matching necklaces with him for valentines day but did those ever last? hell no grim literally snatched and then swallowed them when he was just about to put it around your neck. good soup ong.

The original publication and writing belongs to @miliinmi (Post recovered) 31/12/22

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Language of the flowers of each Banner:

First Banner: Camellia Japonica: Platonic Love. Second Banner: Peach Blossom: Generosity. Third Banner: Gillyflower: Bonds of Affection.

[zephyrspace]

even if you have a rosary, who will save you now?

gn!yuu, very short headcanons + scenarios

summary: yuu accepts that there is no way home and that the world will keep turning no matter what. with no worth to their name and no real purpose in this twisted wonderland, except for solving other people’ problems, they decide to stop caring.

cw: swearing, violence, blood. dm me if i’ve missed anything!

a/n: title is translated lyrics from the song US by ruby ibarra. imagine yuu as however and whoever you want!

“woe is me, prefect! i just have so much paperwork to do that i completely forgot about your weekly food allowance. however, to speed things up a bit, if you lend me a hand here, i could probably get the allowance before the end of next week!”

yuu slinks over to one of crowley’s stacks of paperwork and ruffles through it. not without noticing how some pages were completely blank, ‘probably to bulk up and exaggerate the stack,’ yuu thinks and their eye twitches.

crowley gulps at being caught. but neither of the two say anything about it.

“i’m sure at your grown age you’re supposed to be able to manage your time better than this, but of course i didn’t expect anything from you.” yuu throws the binded document carelessly over their shoulder and onto the floor.

“wha-”

“as a minor under your care, this kind of thing could be considered child labour and abuse. especially for not prioritising my allowance.”

“but, prefect-”

“in other words, this isn’t my problem, bird shit for brains. so, unless you want me to call whatever magical bullshit equivalent you have of child protective services you have in this world, go ahead, give me your work documents. i would be ever so happy to oblige.”

the prefect’s eyes were icy and the atmosphere in the office turned chilly. crowley attempts to smarten up and clears his throat.

“i will have the cheque ready before noon.”

looking down at crowley, yuu sends him a smile with no trace of warmth.

“that’s better.”

unhinged!yuu wouldn’t actively seek out to fight people unless students do it to them first, which is all the time. kind of like ‘i’m nice to you if you are to me. but the second i deem you an enemy, you’re done’ mindset.

those who knew and were ‘friends’ with yuu, didn’t believe in their newly acquired attitude at the beginning, but after a group decided it’d be funny to poke at yuu a bit during lunch, that’s when they realise that yuu was serious about not caring for anything at all.

“oi, magicless runt.”

taking a bite from their sandwich, yuu looks up at the senior holding a tray of food, “hm?”

“get up.” the senior’s friends behind him snicker.

“why?” they take another bite. ‘i wish adeuce and grim would hurry up with their food.’ yuu thinks.

“there’s no more seats.”

“mhm?”

“as your seniors, we get priority.” the senior’s smile widens.

“hm.” another bite. “ish that shou”

with crumbs and sauce at the corners of their lips, yuu wipes it off with their thumb and licks it. they gulp down the remainder of the sandwich.

“sorry, senior. but i don’t see that rule anywhere in the canteen.” they swipe off the leftover crumbs on their hands.

“i thought you’d might say that.”

the senior picks up a bowl from his tray and dumps soup onto yuu’s head.

it’s still boiling hot.

it hurts.

“scram, first year. before i do something worse-”

the senior is on the floor, on his knees and doesn’t realise blood is seeping from his nose until it drips onto the tile.

by now, the whole canteen is silent.

he doesn’t even get time to process what happened until he feels a shin connect with his side and launches him onto another nearby table, his legs dangling off the side, uniform ruined.

“why you-” one of his goonies attempt to throw a punch back at the prefect.

yuu grabs his wrist and used the momentum to throw the senior onto his back. he chokes on the impact.

the rest of the group stays at their spots. ‘smart choice,’ yuu scoffs.

the prefect walks over to the first senior lying against the now abandoned table and grabs whatever food was on the nearest plate and forcibly stuffs it into the senior’s mouth. a whole bread roll.

“oh, senior! i see you’ve found a table to sit at!” the senior had tears along his waterline from the gag reflex of having a whole roll of bread in his mouth.

yuu shoves the bread roll further down the seniors throat. twisting and turning it. the senior makes sounds of retching and pain. “although, preferably, it’d be better to sit on the seat rather than on the table, no?”

the senior could only nod at yuu’s words.

yuu pats his hair demeaningly.

“good boy.”

in essence, yuu becomes very assimilated to nrc. scarily so.

[thebibliosphere]

Something I've been recommending a lot to my fellow MCAS + POTS-sufferers at the moment, has been investing in a soup blender.

Apart from beta blockers, the primary treatment for POTS is increasing salt and water. A really good way of combining both and upping your nutritional value is by drinking things like bone broth or veggie stock.

But if you're like me with a ton of allergies (so you can't buy anything premade🙃) and bone broth raises your histamine, then you're left with the energy sapping task of making your own.

And I don't know about any of you, but when my nervous system is throwing a wobbler, the last thing I am capable of doing is standing up for long periods at a time over a hot stove.

Some people get around this by using a slow cooker, which is great if you can. I personally can't because slow cooking raises the histamine content of food (especially meat) and also, the clue is in the name, it's a slow cooker and sometimes my POTSie, ADHD butt needs food now-ish or as soon as possible and not 8 hours later. Instapots can be good, but they take up a lot of counter space and also I don't know if you've ever tried to release a pressure cooker valve when you can barely stand, but I genuinely think that's the closest I've come to dying and I've experienced both megaloblastic and hemalytic anemia.

Which is why we got a soup blender. They take up less space, are generally easier to clean, and also easier for me, at least, to use. All you need to do is roughly chop your ingredients up, dump them in the jug, add seasoning, fill the jug with water, hit the soup function and then sit your ass down for the next 20 minutes while this magical fucking thing both cooks and blends you some liquidy goodness.

I will say, don't invest in the instapot one. It's not worth the price point, and the motor burned out on mine after about six months. It was also a pain in the ass to clean. (The self clean was more of a "swish water around for 30 seconds" function and I can't tell you how many times I hurt myself trying to get gunk off the bottom.)

The one I currently have is a Ninja HB152 Foodi Heat-iQ Blender, which was a little more expensive, but in my opinion, far superior and better made. It's faster, makes either chunky or smooth soup, really good consistency dips, ice cream and smoothies. I've also used it to make alternative milks like oat milk and it didn't jam the blades.

It also has a great cleaning system that actually takes a full 6 minutes to run and really gets any residue off the base, and it also alerts you to things like the jug or lid not being secure, which is great when I'm brain-fogged and try to blend things without the lid on.

Anyway, this post brought to you not by Ninja but by @mothman-etd making me some leek and potato soup laden with enough salt to make this POTS episode manageable.

Just throwing the info out there. Hope it helps someone.

[daycourtofficial]

It’s Autumn in New York

Pairing: modern!Azriel x Eris | WC: 1.5k | warnings: none

Summary: my favorite playlist ‘listening to jazz while cooking with your lover in a nyc apartment’ but make it soup and Azris and big sweaters ❣️

Note: I couldn’t let @erisweekofficial go by without some Azris!!!

“It’s looking at me.”

Azriel rolled his eyes at Eris’s greeting before putting a scrap of paper in his book, standing and meeting Eris at the door. He lightly kissed his boyfriend’s cheek as he grabbed some of the bags from Eris’s hands. The pair carried them further into his tiny kitchen, placing bags on the limited counter space.

“She has a name.”

“Yes, but I don’t think it suits her. I think Devil Spawn is more appropriate.”

At that moment, the cat jumped up on the counter, her tail moving from side to side as her big green eyes watched Eris. He sneered in response at the black cat’s presence.

“I just know she wants to sink her claws into my sweater. It’s hand knit, prick.”

Azriel lightly elbowed him from behind, his boyfriend’s antagonism to his cat both annoying and slightly entertaining. “She’s a cat. I don’t think she understands what hand knit, expensive wool means.”

Eris and his godsdamned sweater, Azriel thought. He took a deep breath as he pulled ingredients from the bags, trying to let his annoyance settle as he inspected the squash Eris picked up before he began peeling the onion and dicing it.

It had only been two months since Eris told his father he was dating a man and was very quickly disowned. In the span of twelve hours, Beron had seized all of Eris’s assets, from his bank accounts to his apartment, and fired him and had him banned from Vanserra Enterprises’s grounds.

He had showed up to Azriel’s apartment in nothing but the sweater and trousers he wore now.

Azriel and Eris had been dating on and off for a year and a half by this point, Eris finally deciding to tell his family, despite both men knowing how it would likely end.

Their relationship was never ‘off’ for very long - only a week or two here and there, when both their tempers got too much to handle. The stress of keeping their romance a secret frequently causing Eris to leave whenever things became too much or too real.

But they had been dating for a year straight when Eris began getting plagued with the need to tell his family. He knew the outcome - had even talked over every strategy with his younger brother, Lucien, to help figure out the softest way to tell them.

But Beron Vanserra was not a caring man.

Things had been looking up for Eris since then - it was a learning curve for him to have to live with someone in such small quarters, but the two made it work somehow. Azriel was a transplant to New York City, whereas Eris grew up here.

But shoebox apartments were never something Eris had been acquianted with - growing up in penthouse apartments in the upper east side meant he had grown accustomed to having an amount of space most New Yorkers would deem ‘excessive’.

But the pair made it work.

Eris had even been working on rekindling a relationship with Lucien - the two met up at least once a fortnight for coffee or pastries - short, small commitments for the two to work through the complexities of decades of emotional manipulation.

In a few days Eris was starting a job doing what he had initially wanted to do - running political campaigns. He recently got hired with a firm and he’ll begin helping Nesta Archeron try to take the seat of governor from their incumbent.

Eris had spent all week pouring over every piece of news he could get in the state to prepare himself - every data point, every poll. He had started quoting numbers in his sleep much to Azriel’s annoyance.

Azriel kicked him out of the apartment a few hours ago, telling him to go to the store and to get ingredients for butternut squash soup.

“Well, Azriel, perhaps it’s time you taught her about fine, luxury items.”

He dumped the diced onion into a hot pot as Eris began slicing the squash. “Yes, Er, I will spend the free time I have with you teaching my cat to better differentiate between polyester and cashmere.”

“You make me sound absurd.”

After a pause, Eris slowly smiled, looking at Azriel as he paused his cutting. “Why start there? The first lesson should be all textiles, not just cashmere and polyester.”

Azriel rolled his eyes, his hip checking Eris’s as he pulled the knife from the redhead’s hand and continued to cut the gourd into chunks.

“Perhaps I should quit my job and stay at home and homeschool her.”

His joke had been punctuated with a light meow as Midnight jumped from the counter, moving between Eris and Azriel’s sock clad feet, her body rubbing against Azriel’s calf as she purred.

“As if you could teach anyone manners.”

Azriel stopped his cutting, picking up the board as he dropped the chunks in the dutch oven. He hummed at Eris’s remark, trying to think of a witty reply before turning and grabbing Eris’s hand, pulling it to his lips and leaving a soft kiss.

Eris let a sneer cover his face, but his body moving closer to Azriel betrayed how he really felt about the man before him. One of Azriel’s hands moved to the hem of Eris’s sweater, resting lightly on his hip.

“What are you doing?”

“Is this not a proper greeting? I’m working on my manners.”

“I don’t think feeling someone up is a proper greeting.”

Azriel’s hand slid around, sliding into Eris’s back pocket. At Eris’s raised eyebrow, he responded, “If I’m going to be improper and feel you up, I’m going to do it properly.”

“The soup’s going to burn.”

Azriel turned his head, looking to the pot of vegetables that was heating. The vegetables hardly looked like they had warmed at all, and he imagined he could just stick his hand in it and come out only slightly warmer than his skin.

“I like to take risks.”

“Ah yes, professional risk taker. You spend your day in an office.”

“I walk on top of the grates when I walk through city. That is a risk. My earring could fall out and into the grate.”

Eris rolled his eyes, “everyone walks over the grates and if your earring fell out on the sidewalk,” he brought his finger to lightly play with the dangling knife from Azriel’s ear, “you would need several shots after putting it back in your ear.”

“I have isopropyl alcohol in the bathroom.”

“You have clearly not lived here long enough to understand that that is not strong enough to kill New York street bacteria.”

Azriel hummed, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. Eris took in his boyfriend, the deep blue sweater he had received for Christmas last year looking as stunning as Eris had expected it to when he bought it. He looked at Azriel’s profile, the dark bags beneath his eyes sending a pang through Eris.

The past few months had been draining for him, but Azriel had been picking up the brunt of the emotional load in this time, helping Eris work through what a life without his father would look like.

Just because it was the best thing to do didn’t make it any easier.

Eris pulled away first, untangling his limbs from Azriel to pull out the bread he had picked up, putting the gluten free loaf onto a cutting board as he cut chunky slices for the pair.

Azriel wrapped his arms around Eris, not letting him stray too far from his touch. Time slipped away as the two shared their body heat in the kitchen, not having anything to do until the timer for the vegetables wittled down.

When the timer finally went off, Azriel moved to turn the stove off while Eris moved to put the blender on the counter. The cat kept weaving between Eris’s legs, making moving through the kitchen nearly impossible. When he nearly tripped over her, he gave an exasperated sigh and scooped her into his arms.

“I hate you.”

She meowed loudly in his face before rotating her body to get comfortable and buried her face in Eris’s chest.

“It’s rumbling.”

“She’s purring, Eris. It’s a sign of affection. Lord knows you couldn’t identify that on your own.”

The redhead rolled his eyes as Azriel brought the pot of soup to the blender, using a spatula to get every last piece in before blending it into a soupy consistency, adding broth as he went to make it less viscous.

The sound of the blender made conversation impossible, until eventually Azriel grabbed two bowls, dumping the contents of the blender into each bowl. Eris followed Azriel to their table, dropping the cat onto the floor as Azriel placed the bowls on the table.

Eris knew things were going to still be difficult - he missed his mother, the jitters of starting a new job, of essentially starting over. But he looked at the soup, his favorite since childhood, before sitting down and taking a bite.

Things could be difficult tomorrow. Tonight would be easy. He would eat this soup and bask in the company of his boyfriend and his annoying cat.

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[whalesforhands]

kaizen daycare! 4

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Your front door shuts behind you as you collapse into a pile onto your floor, your body finally getting the rest it needed after being condemned to additional stress.

Lukewarm miso soup is held up towards you by careful, shaking hands, fingers just too small, a little too unpracticed to be holding a full bowl up in attempts to feed you—

“Ah—!” It’s too much, even if he was concentrating so hard, with furrowed brows and a bitten lip. Strength was not able to find him despite his determination.

The plastic bowl tips over in his hands, dumping its contents onto your lap and soaking into your clothes, a choked yelp leaving you as your knee jerks up in response, banging against the marble support of the glass table as you bite down on your lip, tears of utter pain starting to form.

Megumi wants to cry. At his failure, at his lack of strength— He merely freezes in place as he begins to sputter tiny apologies, falling off of his seat in his haste to get to you. A clatter of chairs against the wood and rushing of little feet, calls of Suguru apologising in a panic and asking you to wait as he rushes to help clean the mess.

“I’ll get the cloth!” Tsumiki is already up and about as Mimiko and Nanako press their bibs onto your stained clothing, eyes panicked and begging you to not die as Satoru tries to calm the Megumi who looks like he was ready to burst into a crying fit, the utter gloom of knowing he had hurt you starting overwhelm him.

“(name)-sensei, are you ok?! Do you have ouchies—“

“Mimiko can go ask Daddy to give you medicine!”

“No, no! It’s okay, everyone! I’m fine, really!”You’re stroking Megumi’s head, ignoring your pain in favour of your gently patting against his scalp and tending to his growing disappointment that starts to manifest as tear streaks down his face and garbled apologies to you. His arms which keep reaching towards you as he starts to cry more— Does he want to be held—

“Gumi~! Daddy will make you happy!” The other grown adult who wasn’t hurriedly trying to clean the mess had already scooped up the little boy, swinging him up into the air.

“There, there. ‘S just a little soup, kid.”

“I think you should go and clean up a little, sweetheart. I’ll take it from here!” He sends a wink as he pats a crying Megumi’s back.

“Don’t worry everyone, I’ll be back soon…!”

“Nana and Mimi can follow—!”

“Nope, let’s help Papa clean up a little and let your sensei pretty up!”

(He must’ve sensed you needed to be alone for a little bit.)

The light burns on your thighs were starting to sting, making you wince slightly as you stumbled your way into the hall. Ah… You quite liked this outfit.

No. You slap both your cheeks, resolving yourself as you looked at the many doors ahead of you. This may be the same apartment building, considering their unit is right next to yours, but wow… The renovation they had done was definitely something else.

(Now which one is the bathroom…?)

Something tugs at your conscience as you mull over your options, unsteady feet just drawn towards the door furthest down the long hallway. Like clockwork, you find yourself just in front of it. A pull towards that specific room, a morbid curiosity that overtakes your mind.

Something is… Peculiar about this particular closed door. An itch that begged to be scratched, an odd, unsettling feeling setting in your stomach and making your skin crawl with nerves as your hand gingerly places itself on the knob. Fingers wrap around the handle, your breath held in prickling anticipation—

“I thought I’d find you here.”

You feel a looming presence behind you, warmth exceedingly close as a large hand places itself over yours, fingers intertwining with yours and successfully removing your touch from the doorknob. “That isn’t the door to the bathroom, darling.” A voice is breathed into your ear from behind, his breath hot and sultry and sending tingles through your veins as it fans against the sensitive area. “Satoru didn’t tell you?”

Now here you are, at home and face ablaze in excited embarrassment that makes you want to jump around and squeal and celebrate the fact that such a handsome guy did that to—

You need to stop before you start to get dizzy. You take in a breath, calming yourself down as you head towards your room. Coughing into your fist to maintain some form of decency as you walk past your paraphernalia of merchandise of a certain game to boot up your PC.

There’s a reason you tend to always reject invitations after working hours.

How embarrassing, how shameful would it be for your kids to know that you, their respectable teacher who is nothing short of sweet, put-together and lovely in all possible forms—

Is merely just a hopeless shut-in who preferred to game all day? And not just any game, mind you, the top MMORPG of all-time; Jujutsu Kaisen.

——

[whisper] satouuu: heyyyy, u farming the event tdy? u came on so late!!!

[whisper] me: i dont wanna. im only on for dailies

[whisper] satouuu: whattttttt? what a waste, there’s event exp boost for like the next 3 days tho

Experience boosters… Oh. You remember Shoko telling you about something like that during one of her breaks that had her wandering into the daycare room to kill time with you and the kids. Your fingers fly to your keyboard to reply, only to be stopped by a rapid change in conversation.

[whisper] satouuu: and listen, listen u wouldn’t believe it !!!

[whisper] satouuu: i just had the most delicious dinner made by my two wives~

Did satouuu just eat too? How coincidental.

[whisper] me: lol everytime you talk about ur 2 wives u give major creep

[whisper] satouuu: stay jealous and alone lol. me, my wife-husband and my future wife are all gonna be happy here~ o(｀ω´ )o

What a smug bastard, honestly. Though, you can’t really fault him if his life is as happy as he makes it out to be.

[whisper] me: i ate some homemade stuff today too btw. ur not special o(｀ω´ )o

[whisper] satouuu: but i am special tho; check it out （＾ν＾）

[user satouuu has sent you an in-game screenshot!]

[whisper] satouuu: i got the new limited mount after just a little bit of farming!

That easily?! Well… That’s enough to snare you in his addicted little paws.

[whisper] me: ok just a little bit then

(‘A little bit’ ended up in you leveling up 30 levels.)

[whisper] me: i need a break

[whisper] satouuu: that’s a joke right? lol

No. Absolutely not. Your eyes were dry, your fingers were starting to ache and your back is starting to hurt. So you swiftly reject him, and quite crudely at that.

[whisper] satouuu: meanie Σ(￣。￣ﾉ)ﾉ

Your joints pop as you finally get onto your feet, arms raised over your head to really feel the stretch of your body and the release of tension.

You need some fresh air.

——

The night air feels revitalizing, the chilly wind against your face refreshing as you take another sip from the small carton.

“What are you drinking?”

You suddenly feel an urge to lie. To tell him that you’re drinking hard liquor, that it was some variant of a popular beer brand, heck, even water would be fine.

(But you don’t.)

It’s… Not too childish, is it? “It’s… Chocolate milk.”

(From the recent collaboration with Jujutsu Kaisen.)

You hear him chuckle, amethyst eyes flickering to glance at the packaging where a mascot of a some-what ugly, but charming one-eyed cat was.

“How cute.” You, not the milk. But he’ll let you misunderstand to save you the embarrassment anyway. Lithe fingers pull out a cigarette from its packaging, only the crinkling of the plastic and the breeze of the night wind in your ears as you stare up at the cloudy night sky.

“Cigarette?”

You shake your head, continuing to stare up at dark blues reflected into your eyes. “I don’t smoke.”

You let the silence stretch on, only the night ambience and the sounds of him breathing out smoke somewhat making you… Relaxed despite the unexpected company that you had met coincidentally. It’s nice to have a quiet, peaceful end to the day.

“I guess we have a pretty moon tonight, huh?”

He stiffens at your words, cigarette falling from his hands and onto his floor as a blush envelops his face, a shiver of delight going down his spine as his head snaps towards you.

“Hmm?” Your gaze meets his confusedly, even tilting your head to the side as you watch his palm cover his mouth in shameful realization. “Suguru-san, what’s the—“

It’s only then that what you said just registered in your mind.

“A-Ah, no, no! I-I d-didn’t mean anything like—!” Please let this balcony floor beneath you break right now and plummet you into a hole.

He only laughs as you dizzily tried to find your words, looking up at the moon you had been so entranced up at.

“I guess it is quite beautiful.”

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Notes:

If you don’t get it, “月が綺麗ですね?” (The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?) is an outdated, almost cringeworthy way to say “I love you.” It’s from the Meiji period, please do not try saying this to any Japanese person to save yourself face.

“Daddy, what are ya playing?” Mimiko is already crawling onto the seated man’s lap, dragging her plushie up with her as her back settles against the grown man’s abdomen.

“Daddy’s busy at work, sweetie.” He continues clicking away, a myriad of colours reflecting onto his eyes as his tongue peeks out in concentration.

“Papa said you need to go sleepy.” Her brown eyes glance over at the wall-mounted clock. “You promised us a story today…”

“Mmm, how about 10 more minutes sweetie? Daddy has a boss to kill.”

“So work is just kwilling things?” She tilts her head as she keeps her stare at the screen, brown eyes narrowing slightly when a burst of colourful colours fill her gaze. Adulting must be hard.

“Yep! My Mimiko is so smart, isn’t she?”

You’re fully convinced ‘satouuu’’s 2 wives compose of only his actual spouse (if he really did have one) and his weird imaginations.

Ieiri Shoko plays with you too. She goes by ‘shosei’ online.

satouuu character profile username: satouuu level: 500 (MAX) class: special-grade sorcerer notes: Short white hair and glowing blue eyes hidden behind an ugly blindfold which he claims looks cool. Facial features uncannily handsome without said blindfold. Makes you wonder how long he spent on character creation. Character cosmetics can go both ways, ranging from wearing an eggplant costume to brand new, extremely expensive get-ups. Very annoying to talk to.

nvy’s aftertalk:

making loser mcs is my absolute favourite past time

[billys-pretty-babe]

Sick Babe

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wintertime in Hawkins was brutal for Billy's body the first winter that he's in Hawkins and luckily, he has you, his best friend, to take care of him.

Warnings: Swearing, vomiting

Word count : 1,563

The coughs made his ribs rattle, his throat already sore from the copious amount of vomit that he had expelled earlier in the day. Now, he sat up, his hair pulled back into a low bun as he groaned, looking up at the ceiling. He was going to die; he just knew it. His body wasn't made for Hawkins winters. His coughing fit stopped, and he took a deep breath. Each breath he took, he could hear himself wheeze.

You walked into his bedroom, seeing how miserable he was. "I brought you water because you're dehydrated and soup." You put the hot bowl on his bedside table, handing him the bottle of water and he took a few sips of it. You walked into his bathroom, looking through the medicines that he had. You grabbed the jar of VapoRub and a fever patch, before walking back into his bedroom.

You pushed the few straggler pieces of hair back, sticking the cold patch to his forehead. "This has fucking Mickey Mouse on it," he grumbled as he saw the packaging in your hand. "Would you rather stay hot or have a little relief?" He made no comment, just looking at you with soft eyes. "That's what I thought. Now take your shirt off."

His lips twitched, fighting a smirk, making you roll your eyes because you knew he could be on his death bed one day and still be the biggest flirt alive. He slowly took the white tank top off, throwing it over the side of the bed. You uncapped the plastic jar and dipped your fingers into it. "It's gonna be cold," you warned before placing the jelly-like substance on his chest, hoping his blonde chest hair wouldn't get matted whenever the gel dried up.

His eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of you rubbing his chest. "Billy, I swear if I feel your boner, I'm cutting it off with no remorse, I'm not even playing with you." He mocked you, voice hoarse as his hands held your waist. "Can you lay with me?" And there was the clinginess that you had been subjected to for the last ten hours, and it seemed like it wouldn't stop anytime soon.

"Let me finish this, and after you eat your soup, we can cuddle." He nodded, letting you finish rubbing the gel on his chest before he slowly ate his soup. He put the bowl down, about half of the can still in the bowl. "My stomach hurts." You nodded, taking the bowl into the kitchen, dumping it into the trash, knowing he wouldn't eat it and you wouldn't be able to eat it.

You walked back into his bedroom, his sheet on the floor as his bathroom door was open where you could see him leaned over the toilet, his fingers white with how hard he gripped the toilet seat. You looked through his drawers, finding the mint gum and popping a piece into your mouth, trying to control your own gags.

You grabbed his water bottle and grabbed a rag, making your way into the bathroom, sweeping pieces of hair away from his sweaty forehead. You rubbed his back, trying your best to comfort him but also trying to take your mind off of your own stomach churning. You wet the rag in his sink and wiped his mouth after he flushed the toilet.

"Sit," you ordered, and he put the toilet lid down, sitting on top of it as you grabbed his toothbrush, barely putting toothpaste on it. You handed him the toothbrush, opening a new one and placing it into his toothbrush holder as he brushed his teeth, toothpaste foaming on his lips. He spit everything out, rinsing his mouth out with his water a few times before taking his bottle of water and taking a few sips.

You rubbed his lower back, "Come on, bedtime, B." He nodded and staggered to the bed, his entire body aching from whatever illness he had. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna put a bag in your trashcan just in case." He nodded, laying down as you found his small trash bags and put it into the black trashcan that he kept in his bedroom for cigarette boxes and beer cans.

You placed the can right next to his bedside table, adjusting the fan speed as he sprawled out, trying his best to cool down. You dug through his drawers full of clothes, finding his gym shorts and you handed them to him. "Here, you're gonna get too hot in your sweatpants." He nodded, shimmying out of the grey material, kicking them off of the bed as he slipped the green shorts on, pulling them up so most of his thigh was exposed.

He flipped the band down, tying the strings loosely. "Need anything else?" He shook his head, putting his arms up, eyes soft but needy. You knew how his dad was, there was no way he took care of his son while he was sick, Susan definitely didn't take care of her stepson and you knew that Billy wouldn't allow Max into his room to help him, just in case she got sick, and Neil blamed him.

You laid beside him. "If you get sick, I'll take care of you too." You nodded, massaging the roots of his hair. "You know, for a guy who hates everyone and everything, you sure do tolerate me." He looked at you, eyes lowering slightly. "Cause I don't hate you, now cuddle with me." You laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist, rubbing his sides with your thumbs.

"When do you think I'll get better? We have school tomorrow." You softly hushed him, "Don't worry about that, I'll figure that out, but we definitely won't be able to go to school." He nodded, patting your back with his right hand, his left lying on his stomach. "Are you gonna be sick again?" He shook his head, "No, my stomach feels fine, it's just everything else." You nodded.

"Good, cause no offense, if you throw up again, I'll be joining you." He laughed before groaning and moaning in pain. "Go to sleep, maybe you'll feel better when you wake up." He nodded, "Are you still gonna be here?" You nodded, "Of course." He nodded, taking the sheet off of his body, his skin slightly shiny from sweat. "I'm hot." You nodded, "I know, B, you still have a fever, you have to sweat it out." He nodded, sprawling out more. "You're squishing my balls, move over a little so I can spread out." You laughed, rolling your eyes before moving so he could get comfortable, and he pulled you back to his side.

"There, future Hargrove babies are safe." You looked up at his face, "You want kids?" He nodded, "I may have had shit parents, but I made a promise to myself that I'd be better than both of them to my kids. If I get to have my own kids, if I can find someone to put up with my bullshit."

"Me,", you wanted to say, but instead you just nodded. "I'm sure you'll find someone one day, we're still in high school, we don't need to be thinking about babies right now." He hummed, "Tell that to the girls at school who are already knocked up." You snickered, "Think one of them is carrying a future Hargrove?" He shook his head, "Fuck no, I wrap up. I'm not risking it right now; I'm trying to get out of here after I turn eighteen." You nodded.

"Come with me, leave with me when I do. We'll go to California or somewhere in Illinois so I can keep an eye on Maxine still." You nodded, "I'll think about you."

No, you wouldn't, there was nothing to think about. You spent your entire life in Hawkins, you needed to get out.

He nodded, rubbing his fingers into your back, almost like he was giving you a massage as he shut his eyes. He was trying to soothe himself, his mind running wild, his thoughts were mainly about you and when you'd leave him, you'd get sick of his bullshit. Maybe he'd snap at you one day and you'd stop being friends with him.

It pained him to even think about that because he was a loner, you wouldn't think he was if you looked at the people he hung around at school but outside of it, he was never with those people unless it was at a party, but you were always around. The two of you spent numerous nights with each other a week, always got breakfast on the weekends, he helped your dad work on cars at his shop for extra cash.

Your dad saw through Billy's facade whenever you were around, he had even told your mom about the way that Billy looked at you, and between the two of them, they knew it was just a matter of time before Billy was showing up at the house as your boyfriend instead of friend.

He looked down at you, your own eyes shut, your forehead against his ribs. He smiled, something he mainly did around you, as he continued to rub your back, shutting his eyes once more, trying to calm his heart, and he cleared his mind as he fell asleep.

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Cookieballism

Beelzebub x reader

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~ You heard the House of Lamination has received a very special delivery from a certain little angel, but someone else finds it first.

Beel is starving… Like usual. 

Fangol practice was tougher than normal for the Demon because today, he only had enough time to eat his breakfast, half of Belphie's, lunch number one, lunch number two, a tray of tea cakes Barbatos left out in the student council room, a few of his emergency snacks, and a protein shake today. 

His large feet crunch the pavement as the chilly air pickles his chin, "It's soup weather…" he murmurs, his mouth watering as he remembers the tasty cream of Basilisk soup you made for him the other day. Thinking of you, the sixthborn begins to worry about how you are faring in this weather.

Did you remember to wear a jacket?

His worry fades away as an idea sneaks its way to the forefront of his mind. If you are cold, the two of you should warm up with some hot chocolate by the fireplace; after that, maybe you could eat a light snack before dinner.

Maybe a pot of soup

Some Buffo egg fondue…

Mmnnn or some honey-glazed basilisk…

His drool splatters on the stone steps as he climbs, but when he gets to the front door, he notices a small, delightful scent coming from a carefully wrapped platter. Crouching down, his heart skips a beat when he sees that the platter is holding some freshly baked cookies. 

Anyone else would wonder about the origins of the mysterious cookies, especially after all the wacky rabbit holes of subplots that enchanted food has sent these demons on in the last few years, but not Beel. 

He is far too hungry to think of trivial things, such as the origins of mysterious treats. He picks up the platter and carries it inside, dumping his gym bag on the floor next to the coat rack. Lucifer may scold him later, but he doesn't really care about that right now. 

Setting the tray on the platter, he peels off the clear plastic wrap, revealing the carefully frosted gingerbread cookies, each one looking familiarly distinct, but Beel can only focus on the smell; the treats have a similar scent to Barbatos' recipe but are slightly different. 

The nostalgic scent brings a smile to the Demon's face as he recalls the Life-sized gingerbread village the butler had baked for the Palace's Christmas party last year. The baked goods looked almost too good to eat, so many of the guests left it alone, thinking it was decoration, which meant Beel got to go home with all the leftovers. 

Just the sweet memory alone is enough to have him reaching for the first cookie; he barely has time to notice the piped-on leather jacket, sunglasses, and white frosted head as he takes a gluttonous bite. 

It's deliciously sweet with just enough spice that has him reaching for another. 

And another

And another

He is having a wonderful time with the treats until he picks up one that looks a bit more detailed than the others; with his hunger satiated just a bit, he really takes in the details of this particular cookie: its bright eyes, warm smile, perfectly piped RAD uniform. 

"It's funny," he muses aloud, wiping some crumbs from the corner of his mouth. "This cookie almost looks like…"

Oh No….

~

The little brass bell on the Tea Shop's door chimes as you exit. After waking up with a little case of the seasonal sniffles, you decided to go and get yourself a new, sweet-smelling blend of tea to help you ward off the impending cold before it comes. 

Your shopping bag sways as you start the chilly walk home to the House of Lamination. You only make it down the block when a gentle voice calls out to you. 

"Oh Mc, what a coincidence to run into you out here." you turn and see Simeon and Luke approaching you, their smiles so warm that you momentarily forget about the biting chill in the air.

"We just came from the House of Lamination in search of you." the dark-haired angel chuckles, nudging Luke forward teasingly. "Luke has prepared something special for you and he just could not wait until tomorrow."

The little angel stumbles forward just a step as his cherub-like face flushes the color of holly berries. "I-it's not that I couldn't wait; it's just that the treats taste best when they are fresh."

"So you baked me something?" you ask, a merry smile blossoming on your face. "Thank you, Luke, you just made my day."

"R-really?" The little angel says, looking up at you with wide blue eyes.

"Of course," you nod, "I always love when you bake for me Luke."

"Then you should hurry," he says. "The cookies will taste best when they are fresh. I knocked on your door, but no one was home, so I left the plate instead; I wouldn't want anyone else to eat them all before you get the chance."

His words cause you to glance over at the large clock in the square. "Now that you mention it, it looks like Beel should just be getting out of Fangol practice just about now."

"What?" Luke's eyes go wide, and he wordlessly scampers off, leaving you and Simeon behind. 

"That was strange," you chuckle, watching as he runs around the corner and out of sight. "Where do you think he ran off to all of a sudden?"

Simeon chuckles, raising his hand to his mouth. "Something tells me that he went home to bake you some more cookies." His tone is warm, but words alone are not enough to keep you from shivering as a gust of wind passes through you. Seeing this small reaction of discomfort, he frowns. "it's chilly out; you should get home before you get sick."

"I suppose you're right," you say, rubbing your hand up and down your rapidly cooling arms. "But I'll see you tomorrow."

"Indeed, would you like for me to walk you home?" He offers kindly, with his easy, selfless charm.

"Maybe next time," you say, eyeing his empty shopping bag knowingly; normally, you would love to take him up on his offer, but he had only just made it to the marketplace. It wouldn't be fair for him to have to walk all the way to the House of Lamination. "You should go and finish your errands, and I'll message you when I get home."

A brief flash of disappointment clouds his cerulean eyes, but he smiles softly before sending you on your way. 

~

Although you had a feeling this would be the case, your heart still sinks when you see that Luke's plate of cookies is not on the porch where he said it was. You poke around for a second just to make sure it really isn't there before you head inside. 

Your suspicions are confirmed when you notice Beel's discarded gym bag on the entryway floor, something the Avatar of Gluttony has a tendency to do when his sin gets the better of him, and he makes a B-line to the kitchen. 

"Beel?" You call, walking through the dark halls. "Are you here?"

It's faint, but you hear a small sound coming from the kitchen; sure enough, Beel sits hunched over the counter. His head in his hands as he tries to shield his face from your gaze. The plate of cookies sits on the tabletop, with one gingerbread cookie remaining.

The fact that he saved even one is a pleasant surprise, but before you can comment on it, you see the look of distress in his eyes. 

"I couldn't do it." He mumbles, pushing the plate even further away from him.

"What's wrong?" you ask worriedly, a deep line of concern creases your brow. "Do the cookies not taste good?" He shakes his head, and you get a really good look at the final cookie on the plate. Although it is just frosting and dough, you can tell that Luke had decorated the cookie to look just like you.

"Is this me?" You ask, and he nods. 

"I ate all of them, but when I got to yours, I couldn't do it; it just looks so cute," he mumbles, I picked it up, and I just felt wrong…like I wasn't supposed to eat that one."

You are touched, it's rare that Beel passes up on food, and knowing that he did it for you warms your heart. "So let me get this straight, you ate every other cookie, you ate yourself, all of your brothers, and probably our friends, but you didn't eat me?"

He shakes his head, "it just felt wrong to do so. I've hurt you once before and I never want to do it again, I don't even want to touch a cookie that looks like you."

"Thank you for saving this for me," you gently take your freshly baked cookie avatar and take a bite. It's delicious; you can tell that Luke put a lot of work into baking this. 

"It's good," you say between bites. "But I know what you meant; it's weird eating myself; it feels like a cannibal."

He goes quiet for a moment as his orange brows knit together. "It's cookieballism," he says proudly; puns are rare with the sixthborn, but this one has you nearly choking on your cookie. You spit it into a napkin as he gently rubs your back with a worried expression. "Mc, are you alright? Are you choking?"

You cough as he hands you a glass of water. "I'm fine, I just wasn't expecting that." 

His eyes linger on your now ruined treat, "But you didn't get to eat the cookie because of me; I'm sorry, Mc."

"It's alright, Beel," you smile, remembering something from earlier. "I think Luke will be bringing by some more cookies later on; if he does, then we can share them with everyone this time around."

"That would be nice," he smiles, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks, "I hope these ones are decorated too. But while we wait, how about I make some hot chocolate for us."

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[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 117 (A Genius Idea)

Ash and Pearl arrived downstairs to find their parents. "Mommy, the lights went out and the TV, too!" he cried.

Heather nodded. "Pearl's mom checked the electrical box out back and it's totally fried."

Dylan, an electrical engineer, spoke with Heather and Anjali. "I can't keep trying to patch around the same problem. That box is done, but the city says they won't be able to get someone out to replace it until tomorrow morning."

Anjali frowned. "That doesn't help us get tonight's meal on the table."

"I have an idea, but I need some beakers and some bubble gum," Ash said. The adults looked confused. "We can make a heating system with candles and metal trays!"

"What's the bubble gum for, buddy?" wondered Conrad.

"To hold them together! Bubble gum won't burn if we use it to secure the trays on the outside, and I can make it harden faster if there's a science table here!"

The adults were all impressed by his idea, and they set to work prepping a makeshift heating station to continue cooking the food. It would take longer this way, but at least everyone would eat a hot meal tonight.

Ash worked away at a rickety old science station donated by the local middle school, while Pearl glanced around the cavernous, dark shelter. "Hurry, Ash, it's getting dark outside!"

"It's only nighttime. It's not that scary."

"My mom says nights in the Spice District can be dangerous."

Ash tried to work a little faster. "It's okay, Pearl. Our parents won't let anything happen to us. Why did you take your coat off? It's cold in here."

"I run hot! My dad says it's genetic."

Once the food was in the makeshift ovens, everyone took a break outside, purchasing coffee and pastries from the cafe to enjoy in The Soup Kitchen's eclectic courtyard.

Chatting together at a long table, Heather's mouth dropped open when she spotted a face she hadn't seen in years. "Marcus Flex! Is it really you?"

Heather's first vet tech turned at the sound of her voice, breaking into a wide smile when he recognized her. "Doc Nesbitt! No way! What are you doing in the city?"

"Volunteering here with my fiance and my son."

"Man oh man, Ash must be so big now."

"I am!" he said, speaking up across the table. "Who are you?"

"I used to work for your mother, but I've lived here since I left town."

Heather nodded. "Are you and Thomasine doing well?"

"Things with us couldn't be better. I know I was a bit non-committal and flighty back when I lived in the Bay, but Thomasine changed me. I can't imagine spending my days with anyone else but her."

Heather smiled. "That's great Marcus. Are you working? I've been worried about you since you both left town."

He nodded proudly. "I'm in marketing now and she's a mental health nurse. We lived in a real dump of a place for a while, but then one day this woman knocked on our door and offered us a bigger suite in the building for the same rent. She just wanted to trade for a smaller place, and we thought she might be out of her mind, but she showed us her ID and she's never missed paying the landlord the rest of our rent."

"No offense, but that sounds a little suspicious," said Conrad. "Paying your rent and hers to live in a crappier apartment. Only a criminal would do that."

"Rafaella keeps to herself. If she's into anything, it's never affected us."

"What did you say her name was?" Heather said.

"Rafaella Santos, according to her ID."

Heather and Conrad exchanged tense looks. "What's the address of your old apartment?"

"910 Medina Studios. Back in the Arts Quarter. Thomasine works in the Spice District on weekends and I like to stop by to give her an afternoon coffee. I'm usually there by now, but she'll totally understand when I tell her I ran into you, Doc! I really am sorry I just took off all those years ago."

Heather shook her head, trying to keep her sudden mix of emotions from showing in front of Ash and Pearl. That was Conrad's old apartment, and this Rafaella Santos was probably using an assumed name. She noticed Conrad down the table - the same wild thoughts were running through his mind.

"It's alright, Marcus. It sounds like everything worked out for the best. And if you can let me know how to get the money to you, I can finally send your share of the proceeds from the VetConnect extension you helped me come up with."

"That's kind of you, Doc, especially after I left without a word. It's been great catching up with you. Thomasine's just about ready to speak to her father again - she thinks - so we might be back in Brindleton Bay for a visit sooner than later."

"It would be great to see you, Marcus."

They got up then to head back to work, but before Marcus had left with his cafe order to go, Conrad approached him. "This Rafaella Santos - can you tell me what she looks like?"

"She changed her hair colour recently, but she was blonde before. You could tell it was straight from a bottle, though. You really think she's a criminal?"

"I think she might be a drug smuggler. I don't suppose I could convince you to wear a wire?"

"She doesn't say much. I've tried to be friendly."

"If it's who I think it is, she's not friendly."

"Thomasine wouldn't want me getting involved if she's dangerous. I'd love to help you and the doc, but we've been talking about maybe trying for a kid."

Conrad nodded. "I get it. You've given us enough to take it from here. There might be some officers scoping out the building over the next little while, until we know it's her, so if you're serious about taking a trip to Brindleton Bay to see your wife's family, maybe now's a good time. Just stay out of 'Rafaella's' way. Don't let her think someone might be on to her, and don't tell her you saw us. Oh, and, be prepared to take over the full rent in the larger apartment soon. If we get her, those contracts will void."

"I'll talk to Thomasine, but I'm glad I could help. Thanks for the heads up, Lieutenant Gordon."

As Marcus turned to leave, Conrad's heart started racing. If his instincts were correct, Ximena had been hiding out in the last place he'd lived in San Myshuno all along.

Now Conrad felt just days away from finally catching her. ->

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NOTE: Pay no mind to Ash's reindeer hat in the "genius idea" pop up. I sent them on the rabbit hole family volunteering event immediately after staging their Christmas Day photos. Didn't even think about changing their clothes since it was a rabbit hole. But then this pop up ended up dictating storyline so that's why he's wearing it in the inset but not at the lot.

Also the goal was empathy, but with Ash's genius trait and the pop up we got, he had the choice to solve the problem himself or call for help. Since his phone's been confiscated due to creepy pranks, there was really only one choice. His empathy bar didn't budge but his responsibility and mental increased. So his empathy is in low green territory at the moment (better than red!) and I'm hopeful he won't roll a douche trait. Since he's still got a ways to go until teenhood, I've got more time to play around!

NOTE 2: Second-save Marcus and Heather instantly became the best of friends while they reconnected, which is clearly because they're finally certain Ximena's within reach, all thanks to him!

[muldermuse]

What's your emergency? (Gator Tillman X F!Reader)

This is in the two sinners world. Reader is bored and needs Sheriff Gator's help with something.

18+ only!! Smut ahead!! Fic includes piv sex, rough oral (m receiving), spitting, swearing, infidelity kink, actual infidelity, reader is called a whore, reader just uses men tbf, housewife roleplay, sir kink. Just like all two sinners posts, infidelity is a huge part!! Please don’t engage if any of the above is not for u.

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One of the worst parts in living in this dump of a town is that there’s nothing to do. You’ve got the week off and you’ve officially run out of things to do. The house is pristine, your skin is glowing and you’ve exhausted your social battery with brunch dates with friends. You’ve seen Jax, Steve and Jenson once. Jax took you out for breakfast at your favourite diner, then he came back to your home and built some flatpack furniture that you’ve been avoiding for months. You sucked his dick until your jaw locked as a thank you. The day after, Steve dropped off lunch (vegetable soup and a bagel) and fucked you slowly in bed, pressing hot kisses to your neck and whispering about how good you felt under him. Jenson picked you up from a night at the bar with your friends, he went to a drive thru for you and let you choose the radio station for the drive home. He dropped you off at home and returned 8 hours later when you’d awoken. He brought some hangover remedies with him and made you pancakes. You spent the day entwined on the sofa, watching some shitty reality show he swore you’d never get him to watch. You’d text Gator a few times in the week but he was too busy to come over. 

It was Saturday and the boredom was starting to set in to your bones. You were getting restless. There was nothing to do. There was no excuse to get Gator to come over. Unless…there was.

[sent at 12:32] You:emergency at the house 

[sent at 12:32] You: need u to come over

[received at 12:33] Gator🐍💩: too busy sry

[sent at 12:33] You: but its an emergency???????

[sent at 12:33] You: ur meant to be a sheriff

[received at 12:35] Gator🐍💩: i am a fuckin sheriff

[received at 12:35] Gator🐍💩: and ur fuckin desperate for attention 

[received at 12:35] Gator🐍💩: way too busy for ur shit today

He’s right, he is a Sheriff and you’re a member of the local community in desperate need of help.

***

You know that Saturday shifts are quiet for Gator, which would be surprising but Roy would never give his son any real responsibility after he’s fucked up so much. Gator’s on patrol so any call goes straight to him. You know this is crazy, you’re calling 911 to get someone to come over and fuck you. This is unhinged but you are really fucking bored. 

“911- what’s your emergency?”

“Hi, I’m sorry this might some really dumb” Your voice is a tilt higher than it usually is. “But, I’m home alone right now and I swear I just saw two big guys standing at my back window looking at me…I’m just a b- well to be honest, I’m really scared and would like someone to come and check it out- y’know make sure I’m safe”. The call handler is really helpful and tells you that you’re not being dumb and you definitely did the right thing. 

“I don’t know if you’ll be able to do this but could you tell me which Sheriff will come out and check for me? Just y’know with two random men standing outside, I’d like to know who’s coming to the house.” Your voice is so high, you can feel your vocal chords straining. 

“Yes of course ma’am. It’ll be Sheriff Gator”

You thank the call handler and run to get ready. 

***

You put on a short dress which you know drives Gator wild. It’s just a hair too short and if you bend slightly too much, Gator will be able to see his favourite pair of red lace panties underneath. Your tits look amazing and your hair is down, perfectly shaping your face. You decide you’re going to play a game with him as you’re applying a sickly sweet lip gloss to your pout. 

He usually knocks on your door loud but this time it’s like he’s punching your front door. You pull it open and he looks so pissed. His gaze is hard set on you and when gulps when he sees you in the dress but his eyes do not give any level of desire away.

“This is fuckin’ too far…even for you, this is fuckin’ crazy”.

“Sorry, are you Sheriff Gator?” Your voice has the same high tilt it had on the phone  “The lady on the phone said it would be you, I’m home whilst my husband is at work and I thought I s-“

“Your husband? What husband?” He huffs, “this is your fuckin’ house. You’re not even wearin’ any rings. What the fuck are you doin’?”

You smirk at him; he’s so fucking obtuse. “Can I show you where I saw the scary men? Maybe grab you some lemonade for comin’ all the way out here?”. You hold your hands behind your back and smile at him softly. He blows his disposable vape in your face as he pushes past you. You smile to yourself as the shut the door behind him, silently putting the latch on. 

He’s stood awkwardly in your kitchen, if you were acting as yourself you’d ask him why he’s behaving like this but, you’re committed to the role of the bored housewife so you tell him sweetly “I’ll get you that lemonade, Sheriff”. You grab the jug out of the fridge and reach up as high as you can to grab two glasses on the highest shelf. Of course, there’s more accessible glasses in the cupboard but reaching up means you can stick your ass out and show Gator his favourite panties as your dress rides up. You can hear him grumble behind you as you try to act oblivious to what you’re doing. You hand him the glass filled with lemonade and he keeps eye contact with you as he downs the drink in one gulp.

“Is it thirsty work stoppin’ all those bad guys, Sheriff?” You move over to stand in front of him and run your fingers down his chest. “My husband isn’t brave enough to be a Sheriff, sometimes I wish I had a brave man around the house- y’know?”. You bite your bottom lip as you look up at him with bright eyes. Your nails trail lower down his chest until you feel his hard dick in his pants. You softly rake your nails over it and you hear him gasp at the touch. You get on your tiptoes and press your lips to his ear and whisper, so fucking soft, to him “Are you a brave man, Sheriff?”. When you look at him again, his eyes are glazed over with lust.

“Maybe we should um- y’know, check upstairs. Make sure that there’s no one hidin’ in your bedroom” He stutters.

You’ve fucking got him.

***

You lead the way on the stairs, ensuring that you’re a few steps in front so Gator can see up your dress. You can feel yourself getting wetter with every second. You’ve roleplayed with other guys before but never with Gator. He’s a simple man. He just wants to make himself and you cum. He sees no point in playing around when it’s wasting time that he could have your thighs shaking around his head. But you know he’s enjoying this. With this situation, he’s a noble Sheriff doing his duty and you’re the whore who fancies him so much you’re going to break the sanctity of marriage.

You open the bedroom door and sit on the bed expectantly. You’ve made most of the moves up until this point, you want to see if Gator is as into this as his erection would suggest. He vapes as he looks around your room, opening your closet door and the door to your en suite to ‘check’ for any home invaders. When he’s finished peering through your bedroom, he holds up little trinkets placed on your cabinet, smirking as he looks closely at stuff he’s probably never noticed before (Gator is never in your bedroom unless he’s fucking you and he’s usually too focused on how hot you look when you cum to notice a old Barbie placed near some books).

“So uh, your husband, what does he do?” You stay seated as he chats to you.

“He’s a banker in the city, works late or the weekends lot of the time- so I’m here feelin’ lonely pretty often”. You impress yourself with the quick lie, Gator smirks as he makes his way over to you. He stands in front of you and puts his hand on your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“S’shame. Pretty lil’ thing like you should never feel lonely. Anyone could break in and hurt you, some bad men around these parts”. His grip on your chin gets firmer, you look into his eyes rather than the bulge in his pants which is inches away from your face.

“Good job you’re here Sir, big strong guy like you can stop them- right?”. Gator loves being called Sir, it makes him feel so fucking powerful that it’s nearly guaranteed to make him cum during sex. One time, he had been fucking you from behind and pulled your hair to look at you. Your voice was nearly gone from moaning so when, in the whiniest voice you could muster, you called him Sir and asked him to cum inside you- he finished immediately. Cursing himself for cumming so quickly. You don’t say it often, terrified of it losing its power but it never does. The memory of that night turns you on even further and you feel like it’s time to hurry this along.

He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip and you open your mouth obediently- doe eyes still gazing up at him. Gator smiles as he places two fingers on your tongue, you can feel your mouth starting to fill with saliva with the obtrusion.

“Y’gonna thank your local Sheriff baby? I drove out all this way for ya. Y’gonna fuck me in your husband’s bed like a whore?” You keep your eyes locked on his dark gaze as you nod at him. He withdraws his fingers from your mouth but instructs you with a gruff voice to “keep your fuckin’ mouth open”. He has a smug grin on his face as he unzips his pants and eases his hard dick out of his boxers. “Bigger than your husband, baby?” he asks as he taps the plush head against your wet tongue.

“Uh huh” your mouth has been open for that long that drool is staring to slide down your chin. Gator notices and rubs his dick against spit, the lower part of your face feels tacky with a mix of your spit and his precum glistening against your skin. He fists your hair and pushes your head onto his cock. “Clean up your fuckin’ mess for me”.

You breathe through your nose as you take his cock down your throat. Trying to stifle the gag as your nose pushes into curled hairs at the base of his cock. He grips your hair in his fists and moves your face up and down his length. You can feel spit dripping down from your mouth onto your tits as he essentially uses your throat as a fleshlight. He pulls your mouth off him and you take a second to catch your breath. Your hair is messed from his fists grabbing at it and your eyes are glassy and peering up at him. He smirks as he pulls you back onto his cock and you take him all the way down your throat. He groans at the feeling, “suckin’ my dick whilst your husband is at work huh? Lettin’ me use this fuckin’ throat while he’s making money”. He thrusts his cock into your mouth one more time and you back off it with a gag as he instructs you, “hands and knees on the bed baby. Arch that back so you look nice n’ pretty”.

***

He teases you before he puts his cock in you. This is the first time you’ve ever been completely submissive to Gator so he’s probably making it last for as long as possible, knowing that the next time you have sex it will be him begging to cum. He spanks your ass hard and you whimper a “thank you Sir” which makes him do it again harder. He taps the head of his cock against your clit and you moan at the contact. You can imagine the smug smirk on his face as he does it, undoubtedly feeling how wet you are from playing the role of the lonely whore of a housewife. He finally pushes the tip of his cock in you and grabs your hips tightly before you can push your ass back to take all of him.

“Nu-uh baby, need to hear you beg for all of it” his voice is the smuggest you’ve ever heard it and you know he’s not going to last long. The power he currently has over you making him close to the edge already. His grip on your hips is bruising as you hear above you in a taunting voice, “c’mon, aren’t you goin’ to show the Sheriff what a good girl you can be?”. You hate how wet his mocking tone of voice is making you. You’ve never felt as desperate for him and it pains you to admit.

“Please put it all the way in Sir, I’ll be a good girl pl-“ before you can finish begging, his cock fills you. His thrusts are ruthless and unrelenting but you can’t hear anything over your own moans and the squelch of your wet pussy taking all of his cock. Your mouth is hanging open and you can feel your eyes roll into the back of your head as you slur ‘thank you’s to him. His hands haven’t left your hips and, similar to your throat, he’s basically just using you to make himself cum and the thought of that sends you over the edge. You cum over him with a shouting cry and shaking legs. In the daze of your orgasm shuddering through you, you can hear Gator grunt “gettin’ too fuckin’ tight baby. Gonna make me cum so fuckin’ deep”. He talks himself to his orgasm as he slams his hips into you a final time. You can feel his legs twitching behind you before he pulls out and lies on the bed next to you.

You press a chaste kiss to his sweating forehead before getting up and walking towards your bathroom. “My husband will be back soon so you need to leave”. His radio crackles into life when you shut the door so he leaves (as usual) without saying goodbye.

He sends you a text a few hours later.

[received at 20:37] Gator🐍💩: need to do that again asap. U be the sheriff next time????