#Hes a good egg. Im real lucky

[bitchfitch]

I am a homebody. I don't like leaving my place if I don't Have to. I can go on vacation for a single day and Still be immediately glad to go home and not want to leave it again for any reason at all whatsoever for At Least a few weeks.

That's the context for this. Nothing has ever made me want to get on a return trip to a locale faster than leaving NYC (70~°f) and then hearing the pilot announce it was 106° (even though the sun had already been down for a Bit) as we were landing in Dallas

[starrclown]

Anon reading jttw here!! Here's some stuff ive noticed about wukong in the book(still going to start readin chapter 3)!!

1- contrary to what some people in the lmk fandom would make you belive(at least it shows up in fanfiction a lot to me), wukong is not, actually, a being onyl created by the forces of The Sun. It's said that the stone where his egg comes from was "fed with the same seeds from the Sky/Heaven and the Earth and the extradinary forces of the Sun and moon", and thats how it got pregnant with wukong basically. Subodhi actually calls wukong lucky since "few can say that they have the Sky and Earth themselves as parents"

2- when wukong meets humans for the first time, at the start of his journey seeking imortality, everyone like runs away from him, except this one guy who like, was really fearless or soemrhing. Well. Wukogn like, just took this guy's clothes off and went away. Like damn man;-;

3-wukong seems to be kinda bad at undestandom metaphores(??). He asks subodhi to explain some of them to him and says that "hes not good with enigmas" but imetially figures out a really compliacted enigma sudobhi did WITHOUTH BRING WARNED OR ANYTHING so i guess hes just not good with figurutive language

4-tecnically speaking, the human language wukogn speaks(prob chiense) is his second language. The monkeys of flower fruit mountain have their own language, so yeah, second language wukong speaker:D Wonder whar his Accent would sound like._.

(Im still reading rhe book so i might come back to tell more if i find soemrhig interesting:))

Oooooooooooo baby this is gonna be good.

1. You know your important when your parents is Litteraly the earth and the sky. You really are the main character.

2. 😭 He took his clothes??? I know it’s probably not in the book but I like to believe the clothes were too big cause Wukong is 4foot. Like the sleeves are too long and he has to keep pulling up the pants.

3. He’s like me for real. I’m also not good with figurative language.

4. I wanna believe that he goes back into his monkey language sometimes. Like he’s talking to one of his babies around DBK or Nezha or someone and he goes from Chinese to Monkey and everyone is confused. Fun fact: monkeys make multiple sounds! They chirp, howl, purr, and all sorts of noises! Someone make a fic where Wukong just purrs. I need it.

I’m learning so much and I don’t even gotta read! (Please come back if you find something interesting)

[greenorangevioletgrass]

openin' up | b.r.b.

pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x actress!reader

summary: it's an ordinary morning in their new house, and bradley gets enlisted for help with an... extraordinary warm-up for a morning rehearsal. [part of "the actress & the aviator" universe but can be read as a standalone]

word count: 1.8k

warnings: established relationship, domestic fluff, bradley is a simp but so is the reader, they're engaged y'all, language, smut [blowjob, dirty talk, switch!rooster, switch!reader, brief daddy kink, spit kink, cum eating, this is really filthy but soft i promise]

notes: i'm BACK, Y'ALL! i literally started this fic back in early october but life happened (i worked out of town, got out of a relationship, got into a new relationship. whew!) so i've only got around to finish it now. im a little rusty, so however much love you can give me would be greatly appreciated <3 thank you and happy reading!

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The house in San Clemente is new. The novelty of the living room furniture is apparent, bright and shiny and smelling faintly of packing boxes, save from Goose’s old piano they brought home from Virginia. The fridge only has three takeout menus pinned onto it, from the first week you moved in. The shelves and displays have barely gathered any dust on the books and awards and vinyl collections that newly inhabit them.

But the rhythm in how the two of you go about your day in this new home— your shared home… It's effortless and familiar. Tried and tested. Bradley’s alarm sounds off early in the morning, way too early, but you’ve learned to tune it out. But the prolonged absence of the human furnace you sleep with makes the bed all cold and empty, and it’s hard to go back to sleep like that (you wish you were being dramatic, but it’s true.) By the time Bradley gets out of the shower, you’re usually there, sleepily brushing your teeth and giving him a minty kiss good morning.

This morning, you’re already in the kitchen by the time he’s dressed for work. He hears you first; a cacophony of strange noises that would otherwise be alarming if it weren’t for how routine it is now. All the hums and sirens and lip trills and are those meows you’re doing for warm-up? 

“Morning, songbird.” Rooster saunters in with a kiss to your temple. Then, as he pours his coffee, nearly back-to-back as you hold a steaming cup of tea, he chuckles to himself.

You groan, catching the amusement right away. “Whoever thought it was a good idea to have a singing rehearsal so early in the morning is clearly not thinking,” you grumble, voice still gravely from sleep.

“Whoever thought it was a good idea to stay up late and binge Fleabag like she hasn’t seen it 4 times is…” you level his cheeky comment with a glare and he backtracks behind his coffee cup, “…clearly regretting it now.”

You pinch his side, scowling but not really. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Bradley does a shoulder wiggle in response, so bright and chirpy so early in the morning. A multitude of fun contradictions; tall and broad and imposing in his flight suit, sleeves tied up around his waist, yet at the same time…

Soft and domestic and adorable as he puts the bread in the toaster and cracks a few eggs to scramble (he does it with one hand, too, that cocky fuck.)

You love him so much, it’s ridiculous. It is so ridiculous, in fact, that it gives you an idea…

“Hey, what time do you have to be at work?”

“0900, why?”

You hum, taking a thoughtful sip of your magical concoction of ginger, honey, and lemon. And then…

“Can I suck your dick?”

He bursts out laughing. But then, seeing your completely straight face, he stops. “Wait, for real?”

“I’m serious! For singing purposes. I need to open up and warm up my throat.” He opens his mouth again to comment, but you cut him off, “And don’t ask me how I know this works. But it does.”

People would say your love story is one for the movies. A movie star and a naval aviator falling in love while filming thousands of feet in the air. The two worlds collide, and your lives are intertwined forever. It’s a grand Hollywood romance.

Nobody would ever expect that your happy-ever-after is a comedy.

“Well, jeez, buy me dinner first, ma’am.” He rolls his eyes playfully, as if his heart rate wasn’t picking up. He tries to keep it cool, teasing her right back. “Also, is that the only reason? I am hurt.”

“Well, what do you want me to say?” there’s an air of innocence in your reply —a stark contrast to your request. You come up behind him and wrap your arms around his middle. “That you look so good in your uniform, and I want you to fuck my face? Come down my throat?”

Okay. Maybe it’s a slightly raunchy comedy.

There’s a heavy three-second gap. Three seconds of Bradley’s tightening grip on the spatula and the pan, from the three seconds of your figurative grasp right where you want him.

Three seconds of his slow, bracing draw of breath.

“Honestly?” He pipes up, “Yes.”

Click. You turn the stove off and he has to remind himself to let go, and let you turn him around. Amusement, intrigue, lust, and love painted his face like a swirl of colors. God, you adore him.

You back him into an empty counter, careful not to bump into any hot mugs or pans. “You know I like seeing your suit half done up like this...” Your voice is still rough from sleep, and he swears it’s the sexiest sound his brain can comprehend. “Makes really, really wanna swallow you whole ‘til I choke on your cock. Will you let me do that?”

His Adam’s apple bobs. His lips fall open slightly, but no sound comes out.

You love him like this. All dazed and dumb when you’ve barely done anything to him. It makes you feel powerful. And there’s no power trip quite like knowing you hold the reign.

Even when you give it up.

You bat your eyelashes, sighing just a little when his dick, now fully erect, flexes against your belly in attention. “Please… Daddy?”

Fuck. 

Bradley Bradshaw is still just a man. And as stubborn as he is (and he is plenty stubborn, ask anyone), he is running out of reasons to believe that this is a bad idea. Then again, who is he to deny his fiancée a blowjob for her own sake?

He groans, guttural as he grabs a handful of your ass. “‘Course you can, baby.”

You lean in for a kiss, tender and loving despite everything, and he wants to melt into your touch. It’s oddly comforting to see that amidst the absurdity, it’s still you and it’s still him. And wherever you are, whatever you do —be it having breakfast or doing weird things for warm-up—, this is home. 

And home is where you sink down to your knees, taking his pants and boxers down with you on a random Thursday morning. 

His cock stares right at you, veins running along the sides as it curves ever so slightly to the right. A pearly bead leaks out of his pinkish tip, and you dart out your tongue to taste him. And a taste is never enough —you want to devour all of him.

He can feel the ground pulling from underneath him. One hand with knuckles white on the counter, the other cradling the back of your head. Not quite pushing you, just… caressing you as you adjust to his girth.

Bradley is a big boy, and you say this with no exaggeration whatsoever. It always hurts a little at first when he fucks you, no matter how much he’s made you come before that, and giving him a blowjob is no different. Exhaling slowly through your nose, you relax your jaw and draw yourself closer inch by inch…

“Shit, baby…” His dick is all snug in your warmth, his dream woman on her knees, and he feels on top of the world. “You gonna be a good girl, take all of Daddy’s cock? Come on. Open up, that’s it, that’s… fuck.”

He reaches the back of your throat, making you gag, and it takes him everything to not lose it at the blissful sensation of you tightening around him.

“Breathe, breathe…” he rakes his long fingers through his hair, although he’s probably partly saying it to himself, too. “You okay? D’you need a minute?”

Your glassy eyes look up at him, and he’s praying please please please I might not even last a minute like this… 

It’s a strange, delicate balance of your relationship dynamic. In your obscured vision and compromising position, it’s Bradley who surrenders himself to you. Gentle. Careful. Vulnerable. It makes you feel fucking glorious. 

So you shake your head slightly, and drag your mouth along his heavy shaft.

“God, baby, you feel so fucking good… so perfect, my baby’s so perfect, Jesus fuck—” he swallows heavily, and groans just as heartily. “You’re all mine, aren’t you? I’m the only one who gets to fuck your mouth like this. I’m the only one who gets to come inside you— forever. Fuck, I can’t wait to marry you…”

You look up at him when you hear that, and he finds your gaze, catching the humorous, mischievous glint in your eyes. His brain is in your mouth, and he couldn’t care any less. If you’re gonna tease him all week for what he said, so be it. Because the truth of the matter is, he means it.

With his whole damn heart.

And as the pounding in said heart picks up, so does the rush of blood all over his body. Your hand joins your mouth at the base of his cock, stroking him closer and closer to his release. And he all but loses his mind. His fists open and close as tingles run all the way to his fingertips.

“Baby, baby, baby…” he chants, almost feverishly, “I’m so fucking close, baby, pleasepleaseplease, can I come, please baby, I need to— fuck… fuck. Fuck!”

Warmth pours into your mouth, and you make sure to catch every last drop of pearly white he’s giving— surrendering— to you. Not letting him go until he rides out the very last waves of his orgasm. And when he does, you rise up to your feet and face him.

All flustered and fucked out just for you.

You cup his chin between your thumb and forefinger, motioning him to open. Bradley leans back against the counter, tilting his head up and sticking his tongue out for you. His brown eyes are fixed on you, waiting, wanting like he hasn’t just come less than a minute ago. And when you spit his release back into his mouth… he closes them like he’s coming again.

He takes every single drop just like you did, and swallows it all. But even that’s not enough. He pulls you in by the back of your neck for another searing kiss.

“I love you,” he murmurs into your lips.

“I love you, too.” You kiss him one last time and pull away. Taking a hearty sip of your tea and humming a simple five-note scale. “Mm, much better.”

Bradley watches on, all dumbstruck, as you continue your vocal warm-up while washing your hands and grabbing plates to set up on the table. Carrying on and minding your business as if nothing had happened.

Well. 

Apart from the cheeky look you share as you continue your ordinary morning routine. Making your new home a little more lived-in everyday.

And then, he grins widely, pulls his pants back on and turns the stove back on to finish cooking. “Man, I love morning rehearsals…”

[hereforthefunnyguys]

Can you tell me what your favorite rare pair is as well as a few head canons for them? I'm starving for rare pair content of any kind.

On it boss

I did Irateshipping Fragileshipping and a pinch of Klepto/Boardshipping :>

Irateshipping (because its me):

-In a domestic situation they are that one couple that can never agree on what to have for a meal. Joey loves meat, Marik hates meat. Joey hates super spicy stuff, Marik likes it (the masochistic Yami Marik instinct pulled through lmao). Joey loves fatty foods like red meat and heavy cream, Marik can't stomach them due to being raised with a Delicate Constitution (tm). You could not pay Joey to eat most vegetables and Marik will literally just eat raw spinach out of the bag like some kind of gazelle creature. They literally can't even agree over how to make eggs. Horrible couple to ever visit for dinner btw

-That said I don't think Marik could survive in a domestic situation for very long because he'd go Insane. Like those exotic macaws people keep in cages meant for like parakeets that start biting fingers off. Even with the power of Twue Wuv marik simply couldn't survive without a massive amount of stimulation which either means A) hes going to be starting another gang or B) he is going to be bothering joey 24/7

-They have a pitbull named Brutus :)

-Joey is constantly undergoing the Walter White "Noooo I refuse to take your Pity Money ill pay back all my debts on my own like a Real Man!" and marik is just paying everyone off behind the scenes to keep joey from getting kicked out of their apartment

-Marik cannot be casual about Joey in any situation he will rant about him for the rest of existence and all time to anyone who will listen or someone he has forced to listen and whether thats a good or bad rant depends on the state of their relationship at the time

Fragileshipping:

-Most sickly sweet couple you have ever met in all of your life in private. In public? You would be lucky to even know they're dating. They hold hands and thats like It

-Yugi kept on setting them up on dates meetings when Atem was still in the puzzle and it didn't work so great because Atem has negative rizz and sits on the couch like hes fucking paralyzed. Luckily Ryou can be easily entertained if you are willing to listen to him infodump about some shoestring-budget horror film thats been banned in Bolivia for grossly indecent content.

-Ryou is Atems beautiful darling boyfriend who is the light of his life and Atem is Ryou's pet little card game nerd

-Atem has an insane obligation to make sure Ryou is taken care of whenever anything bad happens to him ever because in the back of his mind hes always worried about him turning into modern-day TKB

Kleptoshipping/Boundshipping:

-Fundamentally the basis of this relationship should technically be Yugi engaging in his baser "I could fix him" instinct but also he does kind of think YB/TKB is really funny as just his usual evil bastard self. hes permanently trying not to go Wow he's kind of hot when he's evil while Bakura frantically details doomsday plan #23 to the gang

-Bakura looking at Yugi: this thing is so stupid and obsessed with friendship and its friends with the Pharoah (ew!) and its sickeningly adorable and yeah im in love with it now. fuck

-Everyone in the world must die EXCEPT for my darling boyfriend :)

-They can mutually devour a hamburger in a matter of seconds. Absolute meat destroyers (NOT double entendre (they have put multiple shops out of business via resource consumption esp because TKB will often dine and ditch especially at chains))

-Bakura is eternally frustrated because Yugi keeps on ruining his plans for world domination but hes so cute while doing it :(

-Yugi has the same fundamental beliefs as TKB but is a lot quieter about it which both makes TKB really mad and on the other hand it is very very satisfying to hear someone say "no no i get where you're coming from" after 3000 years of eternal torment

-They are Thee scary cool goth couple

-Bakura owns snakes and they like to nest in Yugi's hair because he generates Warmth. They are currently competing with their owner for who gets maximum yugi time and unfortunately bakura is kind of losing

[comradeboyhalo]

Honestly I think it was poorly organized in that some parts seem to have been intended for rp and some for pvp but no person is clear on what is appropriate when. So people are pvping in their accustomed style because it looks like a hunger games or other big arena situation and others are rping their way through and suddenly bam, they're dead, and every time a cc does something half the fandom screams at them because "clearly it's supposed to be the other thing!" and that's how we get tubbo crying on stream and long threads about how evil cc!bad is and all the nasty side of fandom coming out this week.

Not saying it's entirely the planning fault but definitely should have been more thought out. 5 hours a day for two weeks straight leads to huge amounts of stress for the ccs and way too much anger in the fandom.

yep, it really should've been all or nothing. and i feel bad for people like etoiles, who constantly have to cater to the rp side of the server but...this event is set up to be important to the lore while also more catered to the playstyle hardcore minecrafters and its....messy.

i think the rp clash issue is pretty well documented on bad's streams, because he is a clash of roleplay and competitive minecraft. he's making his character much more brutal and bloodthirsty (apparent to anyone who watches him in competition) while also enjoying the grind(tm) and wanting to win. and hes a bit lucky in the fact that his character currently aligns very well with the prospect of winning, but it makes it so i think the line blurs a lot for non-viewers, and in a negative way?

for example: he and cellbit will both enjoy trash talking or having boldly wrong perspectives (roleplay) but he and cellbit have also both ranted about things theyve disliked about the event (irl). and i think im familiar enough with both of them by now to figure out which is which (and, crucially, both are not serious because its just minecraft) but when fans cant tell the difference, then real hate starts spreading around. q!bad and q!tubbo are in conflict rn. cc!bad said that hes excited to explore this character conflict tomorrow. but not every tubbo viewer is crystal clear on this distinction.

and its even worse when the ccs all have different rp styles. its fair and good for cc!phil to take etoiles' fighting him as a betrayal for his character. but does cc!etoiles necessarily want to commit his character to a betrayal? and, again, their fans will react completely differently based on these actions. some ccs just wanted to have a good time with the egg event! other ccs took this as a shocking revelation to what could possibly have been their children's death. how do we weigh these out? how do we balance fun with such high lore stakes?

im not sure what the answer is here, its a problem faced often in mcrp. but this event, like the election, really kicks this dilemma up a notch and makes it a lot more stressful than it usually does.

[redraven393]

Catching up with Philza QSM Vod

July 21

WAKE CHAYANNE YOU WILL DIE IF U DON’T DO YOUR MISSIONS OMG PLS

“I’ll stay Alive dad” he says as he did ZERO MISSIONS- lol he did just be Cucurucho all week

“bad lookn SO HOT” QSMP had change him omg

??was Dapper talking to Bad’s Chat??-oh yes he did!!

PHIL NO D:<

“I can be MORE of a shit head”

YES make a new Weapon- cause apparently yours are trash according to Etoiles

Ohh new music- its nice :D

the Dorime song is a copy right one good to know

?? who ruin the old man’s lawn??

CHAYANNE IM GLAD TO SEE YOU KIDO WE MISS YOU

“im not dead yet” he lied

Omg its Tallulah lol- PHILZA PLS THE 4th wall was just fixed u cant break I on first day

Selective literacy of course

POG to Tallulah for trying to roleplay Chayanne she is such a trooper

Yes that so crazy yes yes

Tubbo raid hello

Disclaimer : NOT CHAYANNE

Ohh a forbidden block?- oh don’t you dare play dirty Challulah

Omg PHIL pls these kids have a life

YAY EARLY BIRB STREAM - Omg Tallulah is ALSO ONE OF THE CROWSS??

Ohh MOVIE night?

Safety first before adventure

Aww but Phil think about the AEISTHETIC for your Angel of Death thing- SEE you got ALL the Materials

Godamn those hips- PHILZA PLS

Lol the kids alredy have them

I mean Etoiles was Right your gears was quite shit

Thanks Tubbo

LUCKY DUCKS YEAHH

Ah yes of course “chayanne” did not know Phil adopted her- PHIL PLS THE SONG

Oh god they do that back then?

Challulah update time

Oh the French national day?- ohh Horses- you guys did WHAT to Foolish??- and you Guys become him??-  Kelp didn’t help oh no-  mean he did ask for it- of Course Tallulah will know better.

Xoxox gossipgirl

Of course you are Chayanne kiddo we all believe you

 Ohh new plant pet- RAINBOW??GLAS??- oh no they can get damage now??

Yeah aint that crazy she is with u guys in spirits

Oh god

Love that Phil’s threat was not an attempt at harm but his rage and ire

Oh fuck that Nightmare – ah FUCK CHALLULAH

OH HEY THE BRAZILLIANS

HEY RICHA BABY HOW ARE YOUU

Hey MIKE hii PAC and AYEPIERRE

Oh no the wither

Oh no why are u guys sayog sorry??- omg are they BRIBING HIM???

LOL THEY DID-LMAO they are so Funny- OMG PAC AND MIKE is so FUKIN Awsome

AWW YES THE WEIRD GRAPLING THINGY

Omg pierre don’t do that

BAD MADE THAT NEW BUILDING 2 DAYS AGO?

Yeah Etoiles was so Great

Opp Challulah?- ah forbidden space ok

Huh so the Lucky blocks have a cool down time? – holly that is long

Ah of course Fit will find a way to go around it

“don’t do illegal things in front of the eggs” Philza warns him “some of them have more power than you”, Pierre smiled warily “yes” he agree easily as he  lock eyes with the young egg Infront of him “ especially you”

Pierre where the fuq are we??-  YEY FLASH LIGHT

OMG it’s a DRILL

Diamond termites? Oh of course you want them Challulah

Cute and Deadly the perfect baby

Yu cant put your near death encounter at the end Challulah you’ll just put him more into a paranoia

It is true

Lol Chayanne pls you have no additional life anymore

DON’T SULK- oh now you trying to be cute eh?- he’s being a brat.

THAT IS A GOOD QUESTION THE KID SHOULD HAVE FLOAT ON WATER ALL THE TIME

LOL HOME

TALLULAH NOOO- LOL 4th wall GONE- oh Tallulah got new PC nice :D

Whats with the fence?- Reddit /architect

Reject the gay/j

Ohhh she plans ey?- a diagram?- YESS

Ohh YES

Omg that would be SO COOL

Aww thanks BAD and Dapper

He is such a good kid-

Oh wait oh no shit Tallulah would die- lol I could hear Kristin on background.

O yah this is goig to be so cool

MOVIE NIGHTT

Lol there is no going back now

Hi again Pierre

HI bad

Yeah you sleepy little shit- HAH clingy- SINGLE FATHER ARC lets GOO

I think Richa have the most parents I think

Dapper IS crazy- lol-

“They LISTEN to YOU”

YEAH the Cinema is fuked

Oh OMG CHAY- imean CUCURUCHO- but lets be Real Chayanne :D

Yeah ya lil shit

Opp where to go kiddo?

Omg bad pls nooo

Oh no Challulah voided- eh?

YEAH WORK OUT TIMEE

HI JAIDEN

Cucurucho the fuk?- hey no CHEATING-

HAH GET PRANKED- oh hey Chayanne- lol Kritin

Woah2 Cucurucho chill-  Cucurucho u know Phil can just teleport

Ungay him Phill

Oh hey Foolish

OMG you two- BBH and Foolish is such riot

AWW Preety :D

“a two year old Gunned me down before” foolish says

oMG you all killed me- Chayanne noo

“KELP DIDN’T HELP”

??- omg Foolish Noo- OOOOHHH the Teather is shiny now

Ballon oh you can bumb in to them

POPCORN-NOOOO0- no Jaiden

Hi Pomme

HI WALTER BOB

YEAHHH POP CORNN

Ohh GIFT

Lol the Barbie posters – omg you can put the ballon in the box- Ballon for Chayanne

Retail  Philza – Barbie ticket is gone – good lord he sound so used to it.

OH CHOKY MILK

Oh hey Walter- TICKETS –

FOOLISH WTF??

Hey Cellbit.

“im A bby gurll”

MOVIE TIMEE- yeh get the ballon – YOOO

Oh what happened to Walter?- oh yeh poor guy need to get out-MOVIEMOVIEMOVIE

cant fit all of it sadge

[elisemochi]

the original fic concept I had for my exchange fic before realizing i was biting off more then i could chew was one where

Wayne was being meddlesome and decided to start a penpal service between the towns specifically with the intention of getting Lisette with Ludus

because he joined his wife in a Beverage Bash group including them and something happens to cause Wayne to go all

now wait a darn minute.

Maybe she almost falls and Ludus catches her without a second thought? or something like that

A very right place at the right time sort of thing.

Wayne just sees something there and is very oh i need to do something about this about it because he's so happy with Holly and wants his friends to be happy too

So he decides to make a fake penpal service that very quickly becomes a real one because this man's a people pleaser and when people who are not the targets want to join he cant say no without looking suspicious (and feeling bad)

and then it would just be them sending letters back and forth and falling for each other and stuff

Im going to post the prologue that I didn't end up using in my rework here just so it doesn't rot in the doc but dont judge to hard Its not edited

Despite it being Fall already, the weather wasn't being too friendly. The sun seemed bound and determined to beat down on the two of them as they made their way towards the festival grounds. Seeing as it was Lulukoko’s turn to host the Beverage Bash maybe it was fitting.

“I can count on you to pick the other two out, yeah?” Wayne asks as he rolls the Lychee in his palm.

Holly smiles brightly at him as she responds, “Of course! I’ll make sure we have a winning combination!” 

She’s so beautiful.

Wayne stops walking to lean down and pepper a couple of kisses on her cheek before continuing on. He can hear her giggling even before she catches back up to him.

“I still can’t believe you originally wanted to bring an egg of all things.” Holly says, lightly.

“Hey– I told you, I read somewhere that you can make some really fun drinks with eggs.” Wayne says.

As they fall back into comfortable silence Wayne cant help but think again about just how lucky he is to have found someone like Holly.

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When the Beverage Bash begins Wayne hangs back and lets Holly go hunting through the other participants for fruit that would compliment their Cherry and Lychee respectively. She’s not gone for very long before she’s coming back pulling one person on each arm.

“Alright! So we have Lychee, Cherry, Banana, and Peach!” Holly says excitedly as she unhands Ludus and Lisette.

“Good choice, Holly.” Wayne says quickly, pecking her cheek once more. He doesn’t think he’ll ever grow tired of being able to do that whenever he feels like it. Even if that happened to be a hundred times a day. Holly didn’t seem to mind it though.

In the end they do end up getting first place, as expected with Holly at the helm. The fruit juice they made together was really nice. Not like he ever doubted her.

It’s as they’re helping clean up that he sees something– Lisette and Ludus talking quietly as they work and wasn't that a sight. They look really nice together in his opinion. 

Different, sure, but from what he knew of them they’re both stubborn, hard working people who practically live to be helpful. Last he had heard, back before he married Holly, Ludus didn’t really know Westown’s resident sweetheart very well and Wayne’s already more than aware of Lisette's tendency to not leave the town unless she has to. 

Still though, seeing her giggle at something he said, and the way Ludus’ eyes snap back to her with that small smile when she does was making him wonder. He’s sure they’re just making small talk but for a moment he feels like he should try to get them to interact more. 

That maybe one day he could help all his friends get hitched. That, maybe it’s time to push for another wedding. Or at the least a few dates. He’s sure they’ll appreciate it. It will be good practice when he and Brad eventually try to find someone for Ford.

Well– as long as he stays smart about it. While he’s sure he could get Lisette to play along if he just told her his plans outright, Ludus– not so much. Plus, word travels fast even between towns so it be best to tell everyone the same thing from the get go.

Once they make it home, he’ll be runnin’ his plans by Holly.

[homenecromancer]

website respect my readmore please

ive been in one of those states lately where eventually you look back from the future and you can just say “yeah i was really depressed, because using my hands for anything was painful, and possibly risked future permanent damage, but not being able to use my hands for the hobbies i had previously enjoyed left me with little to do but just stew anxiously”, but living through that in real time is deeply, deeply dull :|

of course, real life never slows down to let you process something like that, so i have also been dealing with, like, the inevitability of death, from two separate directions.

the cat i loved, and promised his first owner i’d make sure was cared for after she died, had to be put down this past week. what can you say — i miss him, and i wish that i had been able to take him into my own home. (he belonged to a close friend’s grandma, and then went to live with said friend after his grandma died. i have animal dander allergies and so do other people i live with, so i couldn’t have the cat myself.)

my dad isn’t getting better, and day-to-day it’s easy to pretend things are okay and normal. but also, like. if my mom and brother are out of the house, then i won’t go for a walk, because that would leave my dad alone in the house. last year he had a minor seizure while cooking and absolutely fucked up some eggs; he and the pan were fine, thankfully. when i was growing up, and after i became an adult, he cooked almost all of the meals; over the past few years he’s gradually cooked less and less, and probably sooner rather than later he’ll just… stop. he won’t be able to cook anymore. things will get worse and if we’re lucky it’ll just be a slow, gentle slide. that’s the good option.

like i am currently surviving in the bare-minimum sort of way, but things are not going great, and i am doing too well at putting one miserable foot in front of the other to really look at myself and go “no, it’s bad and i can admit that”. im gonna go put on a podcast and not send this email i meant to send today

anyway i opened this post intending to mention how i checked out an ebook from the library today and for some goddamn reason the publisher set the default formatting so it was doublespaced. the book did not benefit from this. thankfully Libby has a “knock that the fuck off” feature

[xamaxenta]

ITS TIME FOR EGGS

Ace gets really antsy for like a week and Marco is really confused but enjoying the show he’s getting every day from his new fish boyf. All the pretty colorful scales that are somehow even more vibrant then normal and the light show he gets to see every night now that he’s started to camp out on the beach. Sure ace is eating Marco out of house and wallet but surfer mans got that first place prize money he can take it for all the cuddling he’s getting. Ace hasn’t spent an hour not wrapped bodily around Marco in days and Marco is really coming to love the silky texture of soft scales and how smooth aces fins are when he’s all relaxed and non pointy.

Then in the middle of one cuddle session when ace is buring his face into Marcos shoulder there’s a sharp sting of pain as needle teeth are sunk deep into his skin and ace is lapping up the blood like the predator he is. And sure Marco is shocked at first but it’s not that bad of a feeling and he’s quickly brought into the mood by borderline singing crooning of a hot and bothered siren bodily rubbing against him.

I think in this scenario I’d like Marco to be on the receiving side of the eggs as though he happily spends the night fucking into aces tight slick slit filling the writhing siren with cum long after he should’ve tapped out, helped along by song like wails that set his blood on fire inside him, the real fun comes when ace is satisfied with his work and turns the tables.

Marco spends dawn letting out pleasured stunned gasps as ace pushes egg after egg into him pinned in place by a heavy tail and the paralyzing sensation of too much too good until he passes out head kept aloft and out of the water by aces gentle hands as the siren keeps going until he’s empty of the eggs weight regardless. 

Ace will have to explain everything when he wakes up but right now he’s too busy curling bodily around his plumped up boyfriend taloned hand resting so gently over Marcos stomach

Bonus: aces dick is not so much built for thrusting then for writhing and is kinda prehensile, he uses this fact and his in the moment discovery of the prostate to send Marco completely incoherent. This mer dick also has a lot of nice scale ridges on it. The eggs are soft shelled and malleable but grow inside Marco slightly which makes getting them out… a lot~ Yes ace does use his song to keep Marco going longer then should be possible and also his bite has a bit of an aphrodisiac Marco is not complaining. Those teeth marks are gonna scar but plus side is no siren is gonna touch Marco ever those marks are a threat and a promise. 

I dont even need to add my own thoughts to this because its already perfect, the aphrodisiac bite, his super vibrant scales and his song!!! Ace utilising his voice to keep Marco hot and wanting ooooh hell yeah you know im rubbing my nasty lil fly paws together like good shit good shit

I like to imagine Ace’s scales showcase a new pattern during this season cutting through his sunset fire colours is a bright poisonous ripple of turquoise and blue in like tiger like stripes, these showcase his prime but also so he can preen and flash his lovely scales some more

Ace’s eyes going all slit pupiled and feral is also a lovely concept and pls im … im gonna dig down to the center of the earth your description of his cock/s with the ridges and prehensile ability is sooooo 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽 y u m. marco is so lucky

I absolutely enjoy that Marco gets to breed him to get those eggs all ready but then Ace wants to try depositing them as a host concept so Marco agrees and yeah eggs everyone gets to have them

Good fucking shit anon 🍽️

[cheesewizardry]

Magic dialogue

I am new to this app and I cant fi d the original post but this is following the post with the idea that wizards should trust their spells as much as software engineers trust their programs, which is to say, not at all.

“So what new spells are you working on?”

“A teleportation spell, Im trying to get it to be more cost effective than Malcazzar’s”

“Oh really? What language are you using?”

“Elder futhark”

“El-Im sorry what!? Elder futhark? Not even Younger? I mean dont get me wrong, I love Elder, my staff only has Elder runes, you cant get any simpler than one rune, one effect. But, for teleportation!? Its the most basic elemental runic language in existence, but trying to get any effect outside of the basics increases the size of the scroll like nothing else. And teleportation is notoriously tricky.”

“Yeah its been tough, and the scrolls are getting pretty long.”

“I mean are you running into recursion? Just patching the kinks in the code would require quite a few runes, and then more runes to fix those problems, not to mention all the other effects and power sources.”

“Yeah well Elder is the language i know best, and its actually showing promise. Since the system is so basic each rune has quite a lot of possible effects, its just a matter of finding the right grammar to express it. Ive found a few good combinations, now its just a matter of condescending it.”

“I see, say, what kind of power source are you using?”

“Right now to save my own mana Im using wall power, im just running it through a standard elemental conversion matrix to get it to interface well.”

“Oh christ, how many times have to tripped a breaker cause you tripped over it?”

“Only about 3 times or so”

Both laugh.

“Well what about you, what are you working on”

“Oh im forcing myself to learn Icelandic Stave magic.”

“Oh no, why?”

“Oh im a masochist, but really im using it as an introductory system for geometric magics. I tried learning alchemical circles in school but the last time i used one I messed up the power source portion and it ‘law of equalivilant exchanged’ it’s way into eating a hole in my floor.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“You dont know how close my foot was to it.”

Both laugh, the second wizard nodding, “yeah I can see how that would dissuade you”

“Thats the best lesson my teacher ever taught me. ‘A fool learns from his own mistakes, a wise man learns from other’s mistakes’ he lost three fingers on one hand before he realized he should have been poking things using a stick.”

“So he started using a stick?”

“No after losing a finger you now have a designated hand for poking things”

Both laugh, the first wizard speaks again “so yeah im hoping by dipping my toes in, pun intended, this time into basic geometry Ill be able to finally wrap my head around those blasted archaic instructions, i could never keep the angles right, i always ended up with a stray line here, or an aberrant circle there, when i was lucky the spell would fail, when i was unlucky the spell would fail spectacularly and we would then have to hunt down what spawned from it.”

“Oh I definitely get that, i once fell asleep during the class where we learned mentally projecting fine detail into the work as it was formed with alchemical circles, our task was to recreate a bust of merlin from blank stone. Well the circle i drew was great, but i must have been dreaming of maidens because the bust ended up having one, as well quite the mockery of a face.” Both laugh, “yeah i got in some trouble for that one”

“Right now im trying to get my team’s head wizard to finally accept that we dont need to spend the ridiculous rates for ‘genuine’ ingredients when substitutes with some adjustment work just as well. We almost got into a full blown duel when he asserted that he could only accept real basilisk petrified eggs. For one, basilisk’s are notoriously kept in terrible conditions by crackpots, 2nd its three times the price of any chunk of basalt and all you need to do is look up one formula to calculate how much quarts and marble dust to add. He said ‘oh but i dont want to add anymore ingredient circles’ like bitch, adding ingredient circles and three lines of runic code to incorporate them is the easiest thing to do, its literally the building blocks of spell craft. And dont get me started on unicorn tears. Everyone worth their wand knows that its as simple as adding sea salt to holy water. ‘But its not genuine unicorn tears’ he says, and im like fucker, make a unicorn cry, see how you feel about yourself, then tell me how much cruelty is worth for ‘genuine’ components, the twat.”

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

im just starting this off by saying i can't believe i mispelled 'sight' as 'site' in the last ask holy shit thats so embarassing :(

ALSO 🤤 ANON. ILY. IM SORRY I HAVEN'T BEEN RESPONDING TO MESSAGES BUT YOU HOLD A VERY SPECIAL PLACE IN MY TUMBLR (along with brie, duh....)

YES FINALLY SOMEONE THAT DOESN'T LIKE ONE PIECE. it's one piece this, one piece that, like what about yall make sure your sanity is actually in one piece 😒

im glad yall worked it out!! brie ftw <3

THEY'VE BEEN ADVERTISING A DATING APP??? WHAT IN THE WORLD I HAD NO CLUE THIS WAS GOING ON...to be fair tho isn't every dating app sorta kinda the same anyways 😭 (if anyone here wants to know shaky anon's results here they are ... http://bdsmtest.org/r/5bFPyXTs)

YES!! BEING VAIN IS A-OKAY (thank you, i tried my best)

IDK?? WHY DID MY PROFS DO THAT TO ME???? IDK IF I GOT A GOOD GRADE BECAUSE THEY STILL HAVEN'T ANSWERED.... FINGERS CROSSED IG

brie it's alright if you don't have snippets HAHAHAHAH maybe instead of snippets you could do like 'projected release dates'.... BUT IN ALL HONESTY ITS REALLY GRATIFYING TO SEE FIC SNIPPETS BASED ON MY ASK IDEAS 😭😭😭 WHEN I THINK OF MORE ILL TELL YOU BUT THANK YOU FOR CONSIDERING AND LISTENING TO MY IDEAS????

hunger games back to doctor who and percy jackson is actually so real.... DID YOU BINGE ALL OF IT???

ngl... i just talked to my situationship (i hate that word but thats literally what it is to me) and chill with family HAHAHAHAH (and i finished bloodhounds but that was always gonna happen)

-UR BIGGEST LOVER FAN, 🫨 ANON

I’m not even lying i did not even notice so don’t stress too much !!

YEAH. ALONG WITH BRIE. Y’ALL ARE SUPER LUCKY YOU’RE GOOD AT REMEMBERING TO INCLUDE ME IN THESE DECLARATIONS OF PLATONIC AFFECTION FOR ONE ANOTHER

NO FR ONE PIECE FANS ARE LITERALLY SO OBSESSED WITH ONE PIECE IT’S SCARY THATS TOO MANY EGGS IN ONE BASKET THATS TOO MUCH MILK

Actually no one can ever escape me if you stop sending asks I’ll show up at your front door (…./j)

AH IM SORRY IM CRY LAUGHING AT YOUR TOP THREE A SUBMISSIVE DEGRADEE BRAT 😃 YOURE SO REAL NUMBER ONE SHAKY ANON

AND NO EVERY DATING APP IS NOT THE SAME THE BDSM TEST ONE WOULD BE DIFFERENT AND ALSO HINGE IS THE PERFECT COMEDY APP. HINGE IS FOR FUN MEANINGFUL CONNECTIONS. TINDER PROFILES AEE BORING TINDER IS BORING.

FINGERS ARE VERY CROSSED 🤞🏾

PROJECT RELEASE DATES WOULD BE SO STRESSFUL WDYM I WOULD HAVE TO SET MY OWN DEADLINES IF I TOLD Y’ALL ALL THE DEADLINES I GAVE MYSELF ID BE FUCKED I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE POSTED SOMETHING FOR THE NEW YEAR AND BRIE DOESNT EVEN REMEMBER WHAT THAT FIC WAS GONNA BE i think maybe i thought i would finish the jihoon fic by then??? I don’t know why cause it’s such a huge project for the five people who will read it

DID I BINGE ALL OF WHAT I DONT REMEMBER I BINGED EVERY HUNGER GAMES THING AND I REREAD PERCY UP TO THE TITANS CURSE (i got distracted) AND THEN I LIKE WATCHED OLD WHO ON THE TV EVERYDAY JUST WHATEVERS PLAYING ON PLUTO TV

BOO DROP YOUR SITUATIONSHIP UNLESS HE’S GONNA FUCK YOU LIKE THE SUBMISSIVE DEGRADEE BRAT YOU ARE AND FUCK YOUR SITUATIONSHIP IF HE DOESN’T GET YOU OUT OF THE SITUATION AND PUT YOU IN RELATION

[deinonychian]

Lucky egg, apricorn, volt switch?

Lucky Egg - Gym theme/team

sat here for like an hour last night thinking of what to do a gym theme/team for and it mostly boiled down to “what are my favorite types and what are my favorite guys of those types” so there was like. a ghost team and a dragon team. bc unsurprisingly those are my favorite types. but then I had an idea that was infinitely funnier and more cohesive as a theme and that’s a psychic type gym but with the theme of what I like to call Little Freak Bitches That Hover Ominously Over Your Bed

each of them just appeared in my house one day and we decided to start a gym about it. could be swept by a single bug type but we’re having fun and that’s what matters.  Also an excuse to give some love to some underrated faves

beheeyem - just an all around excellent little freak bitch with psychic powers. 10/10 at hovering ominously over the bed

musharna - mostly just bc i love that one post of the guy waking up to one at the foot of his bed. i think theyd be soft to the touch and the smoke would feel like silk and tastes like nostalgia

claydol - the baltoy line has a special place in my heart bc i found a shiny one in my sns playthrough. so this one would be shiny too

bronzong - was always drawn to this guy+bronzor and im not really sure why? could be switched with lunatone for extra ominous hovering action

sigilyph - THEE MOST OF ALL TIME. its just so strange looking its like a windchime and i bet it hums ancient songs from within its clay body. i want to hug one. excels in beam attacks and staring. this guy would be my main.

solosis - is less of a freak bitch and mostly just little. the heart of the team. he sits in my lap while i work and doesnt participate in gym battles

Apricorn - Favorite fossil pokemon

hmmm solid tie between archeops and tyrantrum. For the longest time when I was a kid archeopteryx was my favorite dinosaur, and so when archeops came out of course I was all over that guy. I had one in b/w and he was a BEAST. i just gave that guy acrobatics and he swept everything. hes so cool. i love his fluffy feathers and his goofy flying animation. 

and tyrantrum is just cool as Fuck. its a dragon type t rex what more could you want. i like when pokemon look cool and this one is Very cool

honorable mentions to aurorus and the anorith line. love those guys <3 (also when are we gonna get a real spinosaurus pokemon. I’m Waiting.)

Volt Switch - Favorite electric type

EASY. TOXTRICITY NO QUESTION!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE TOXTRICITY ITS MY FAVORITE GEN 8 GUY!!!! ITS A PUNK ROCK ELECTRIC GUITAR POKEMON!!!!!!!! i had two in my sns playthrough one amped named bellamy and one lowkey named ampersand. i heard its in s/v too so im so psyched about that im gonna get one on my team >:) they’re just soooo cool theyre like creatures to me

honorable mentions to galvantula and kilowattrel and rotom all really good and very cool guys

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you. Haha yes the more fun fact I get, the longer your nickname will be! 😅

I love eggs with rice. There's this seasoning sauce that I put on the rice, it's not soy sauce though. It's my go to meal if I am lazy or have leftover rice.

No no, cheese on steak? No that just sounds crazy. And sautéed mushrooms are so good too, do you put onions with it? I've only had tofu when I was younger when I had to give up meat for Lent. I liked it I think 😅

Do you have a favorite brand of dark chocolate? I like Lindt Lindor chocolates..the little red ball of chocolate that has stuff in the middle. They are so good, whenever I get a bag, I put it in the fridge because I think it's so much better cold.

I like Claire, she can be a hard ass sometimes but I think she means well. I love her and Phil's relationship, they're such opposites but they flow and work well together. So you're the strict parent and he is the fun happy go lucky parent? 🤣

I think I would be like Phil if I did have kids. I am already like him now with my nieces and nephew. I agree, I wanted Haley to end up with Andy, Dylan is okay but he is just so dumb... at least Haley has good senses sometimes. I have a few favorite episodes, I love the one where Claire was online and we see everything from her laptop. What about you?

You know, I have never had a real tree at all. Every year I always think it would be the year I'll try to have a real tree, but then change my mind because cats. Hahaha.

I think I would rather go into the future too. So you'd fix your own mistake or the mistake of society?

Would you rather be funny but really dumb or boring but super smart?

- CuriousGeorge

Hi hi! I just woke up. I fell asleep when i tried to make my daughter nap in her new room. 😅 gosh, nap always make me feel so good. Lol. Then i woke up n get ready to go get our christmas tree and had dinner. I drove there, n now we r on the way home.

Hahhaha im surprised that u didnt come up with a new nickname after my last answer. 😅 how was ur day by the way?

Yeeess eggs with rice are so good. Oh which sauce is that? I might know.haha is it like a seasoning sauce with a green cap on the bottle?

Yeah cheese on steak is a no go for me. I would go there but order it without the cheese.lol. no i dont out onion on my steak.. i dont really like onions but if it's called in a recipe to bring up flavors, i dont mind.. i hate onion rings.. i cant stand the smell, n the thought of how greasy it is makes me feel uncomfortable.😁 buuutttt, i loooooveee green onions. Especially if it's fresh cut on my rice or soup..

Do u eat spicy? Also what about food with spice and herbs? What spices n herbs u like? I looooove lemon grass and basil.

Oh mushrooms are good. My favorite mushroom is shitake mushroom and the black ones that looks like an ear (i think thats how some people call it) it has crunchy texture.

Oh tofu, i looove tofu! I love anyway we can cook on tofu. When i was a kid my sister used to call me the "tofu kid" 😅

Haha thats my favorite toooo! Thats like the truffle one or something, right?But i like the black ones.. u should try it! I also like the bar one, dark chocolate with orange, or with sea salt. U should try it. I can give u a pict of them if u want.

Haha yeah im the not so fun parent who keep trying to draw lines of rules. 😅 so yeah im kinda like Claire.. aaw thats sweet that u r like phil. Hahhaha.u will be the fun parent. N yes! I want Hailey to be end up it Andy.. or Arvin the british scientist.lol.

OH MY GOOOOD! Yeees! Yes! That's my favorite episode too! I love u more for that! It's the season 6 episode 16 n the episode called "Connection Lost" hahaha. I watch that episode so many times n i still laughed out loud. The part that Cam said to Claire "Not cool, Grandma!" After she dumped out the life changing popcorn 🤣 gosh i love that episode. It's a very cool concept n all the jokes are so funny.. any favorite part? I can even talk about that episode on n on.hahhaha.

U should try to get one, a small one so if the cats climb on it n it falls it wont be that bad 😁. I love the smell of the real tree.. i got a different type than i usually get n it smells so much better.

Yeah i will try to fix my mistakes first n hv a better life n when i hv enough power to do that i would try to fix what i can fix around the society 😅 i hope i dont sound too weird or anything.

I think i would rather be smart n boring. I meant it's fun to b funny but im sure it will get old n people wont think im funny anymore. If im smart i can create something good for people n if they dont like me for being boring, its fine with me. I dont mind to hv small circle of friends that appreciate my existence despite me being boring. 😅 what about u?

Cheerio!

[strange-dreams-are-made-of-these]

congratulations on 50 your writing is an absolute chefs kiss, can i request a fluff fic? Im a sucker for soft comforty strange 💤

Oh my goodness!! You are so kind! I hope you enjoy this.

No One Loves Like Ghosts

Word Count: 1,805

Summary: The reader and Stephen have a few things to get off their chests

Warnings: none? Fluffy comfort (grab the tissues)

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Doctor Strange, or any characters mentioned in this story

The light of the sun pierced through the curtains of 177A Bleecker Street, stirring the woman awake. Normally the alarm on her phone would wake her up, but she had turned her notifications off, enjoying a nice evening with her crime-solving partner and better half, Doctor Stephen Strange. She sat up in the bed, taking in a deep breath before looking over at him. He had still been sleeping, watching his chest rise and fall. She smiled looking at him feeling incredibly lucky to have him by her side. She broke through his walls to see who the real Stephen was, and he was just as she suspected he was.

She gently turned in the bed, placing her feet on the floor before standing up. Wong was in Kamar-Taj performing his higher duties, as he delicately called them. Y/n could only imagine what was considered higher duties, but the Sorcerer Supreme had to ensure Earth's safety from outside invaders and threats, she knew he was busy, which meant she could bother Stephen more. Grabbing his t-shirt from the floor, the woman pulled her hair from under the shirt, the hair bouncing off her back as it settled. It was still considered early, 7:30 am according to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room.

The woman left the room quietly, heading down the hallway towards the staircase. Her feet were covered by a pair of socks, making tiny thuds as she walked. She wanted to surprise Stephen with breakfast, one of the few things she got better at in adulthood. She wasn't Rachel Ray or Martha Stewart, but she could put a meal together in a pinch. The question was if it tasted good together. She had some blunders, remembering the time she burnt a chicken beyond repair, giving up and ordering a pizza for the three of them to eat. As embarrassing as it was to serve a pizza and toss the chicken away, it was still a funny memory to have. Stephen didn't let her live down the moment, watching as she pulled the chicken out of the oven as it was on fire. His quick thinking not only saved her skin from being burnt but made such a mess to clean up.

She could, however, make pancakes and eggs. Once in the kitchen, she grabbed everything she needed from the refrigerator and pantry. The eggs wouldn't take long to make, so she started on the pancakes first. Oddly enough, she hated breakfast when she was younger. It felt like a chore to eat in the mornings, feeling that eating that early would make her sick throughout the day. She got better over time, starting with apple or orange slices, then adding a piece of toast to the mix. Now she enjoyed breakfast foods, even in the afternoon and evening time.

Several minutes passed, and the pancake mixture had been sitting in a bowl next to the oven. The carton of eggs was next to them. She hummed to herself as she poured the first two pancakes into the pan, flipper in hand. She was still a little tired, so she had been caught off guard a little when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. Once she felt his chest resting on her back and his chin resting on the top of her head, she settled. "Good morning, darling."

Stephen hummed a little. "Good morning, Hunny." He woke up a few minutes after she left their room. He was an early riser as well, and he didn't sleep well without her around. It was no wonder that he woke up after he finally detected her absence. "That's my t-shirt."

The woman laughed a little, flipping the pancakes in the pan. "Well, it looks like it's mine now." She leaned back in his embrace, soaking up all of the attention he gave her.

"Don't worry, I'll just collect it later," he spoke before placing a kiss on her head. He heard the music that was playing from the speaker on the counter opposite the pancake mix and eggs. "Together Forever, Rick Astley. 1987." He stated, feeling confident in his answer.

"The musical genius wins again." She replied before turning around in his arms. "You've won the game! Your prize is a dance or an equal sum of the cash value."

He looked down at Y/n, narrowing one eyebrow. "I'll take the money."

"Stephen!" She gasped, placing a hand on his chest. Since she took his t-shirt, he had been bare-chested, donning the sweatpants he wore the night before.

He winked at her, something he was good at in general, but he knew how to tease her. "If you didn't want me to take the money, then you shouldn't have offered it." He responded, his arms still wrapped around her frame.

The woman smirked, turning around to remove the pancakes from the pan, then set the pan on a different burner, turning the heat off. She couldn't have asked for a better morning. They didn't wake up to any type of commotion or destruction outside of their home. Life in New York City was as it should be; people going to work, children attending school, life working as it normally did. The two of them were able to breathe and get ready for their day ahead. If only it had been a Sunday morning, with rain falling.

Y/n laughed, listening as the song changed to Sunday Morning by Maroon 5. She covered her face as she laughed. This brought a bit of confusion to Stephen. "Is something funny?" He asked her, his hold loosening up on her.

The woman turned around, wrapping her arms around him. Her amusement was painted on her face. "I was just thinking about this song, actually. How I wish it was Sunday and raining outside, how I'd love to have a lazy morning in bed with you. Something that seems rare for us."

He shook his head, grinning before taking two steps back, bringing her with him. "Well, it is Thursday and sunny, but you know I would love to stay in with you for as long as I can." He took a half a turn, leading them in a small circle in the kitchen, a lazy waltz as he preferred to call it.

She looked up at him before pressing the side of her face to his chest. "We can always look forward to our next rainy Sunday morning." She responded before taking in a deep breath. She rolled her eyes, smelling the fresh cologne he put on before walking down the stairs to find her. "God, why do you always smell so good?"

Stephen chuckled as he spun them around. "Because basic hygiene is quite literally life-saving?" He asked in response to her question, which he found adorable. Voicing the amount of adorable it was, he could never admit it. "I could ask you the same thing."

She turned her head to look up at him. "Because I am very particular about my scents." The woman had surrounded herself with the scent or rose water. There was a greenhouse on the roof where she had a rosebush she had been caring for over two years now. Her perfume was a mix of roses and ivys, and her bath wash was from the same company and line as her perfume.

The two of them danced around in the kitchen, listening to the music that was playing from the speaker. Stephen knew he needed to be ready for anything that could come their way, but he wanted to enjoy the time he had with Y/n. He was learning from his past, and pushing through his stubbornness to go through life without having an attachment to another person. The thought of having somebody need him scared him, what if said person found another person to need more than him? What if he couldn't protect him?

His facial expressions soften up a little, the woman noticing this. "Stephen," she started. "What going on? What's on your brain?"

She knew him well, this he knew. "I can't help feeling that one day.. you're going to want to be with somebody else. Someone who is better than me." He admitted, feeling a crushing weight in his chest. "I can't help but to think what we would be today if I never went to Kamar-Taj. What if I never had my accident? Who we would be if I was still Dr. Strange, M.D and P.H.D."

The woman's eyes softened a little, moving one hand to cup his face, a gesture he melted into. "I don't know what we would be had we never met. I often think about if you would have ever noticed me if you were still a surgeon." She told him before he opened his eyes again, looking into her eyes. "I feel like what matters the most is that we have each other. I have never had the type of relationship I have with you before. Nobody has made me feel the way you make me feel. I would rather die millions of painful deaths knowing I love you with every fiber of my being than give you up for anybody else."

He didn't know how to feel, her words were a heavy confession. It made him stop in his tracks as he continued to hold her in his arms. Nobody had ever admitted their love for him in such a way before. How could she love him in such a way? He was arrogant, and ambitious, and had to be the best at everything. "How do you know you feel that way?" He asked her, his voice a few octaves above a whisper.

She smiled at him, her top lip quivering slightly. "Because I've never had to ask myself once if this relationship was going to end badly. I've never had to worry about if you cared about me because I know you do." She told him, feeling warm within her soul. "I've seen you when we have been out. I have seen the look in your eyes when you look at me, and it's everything to me."

Stephen couldn't help himself. He brought her body in closer to his, hugging her tightly to him. She reached up, her head resting on his shoulders. "Please, don't leave me, Y/n. I love you more than you could imagine."

The woman felt a mix of emotions well up in her. She was so thrilled, so caught off guard by his confession, she was so in love with him. Nothing else mattered to her. Only Stephen. "I love you, Stephen Strange. I loved you yesterday, I love you today, I'll love you tomorrow, and I'll continue to love you until the end of time. Even after the end of time."

[justalarryblog]

Hi, maybe you can recomend me a fic, im looking for a chill fic, a fic that tells a day in the life of Larry, a simple story without drama. Maybe you know one

Hi anon, thanks for the message!

I hope some domestic fluff can help ya! Please don't forget to read the tags as I put all my fics with the domestic tag, but you know... some may have some angst. ;)

Happy reading! 💜

💗 The Wolf Wash by @haztobegood (1k) | Not Rated

It’s bath night for the pups after they catch fleas at preschool.

💗 the stars are coming home by @harrystinyshorts / lsforever (5k) | General Audiences

For years Harry has been waiting for their schedules to click just right. Finding a day where he’ll not only be available but also is the only visitor on the premises has been near impossible.

After three years together and nearly a full year of marriage, Harry has finally been permitted to sit in for one of the team’s practices. They get more than they bargained for.

💗 Drive Me Crazy by @afangirlfantasy (7k) | General Audiences

Louis’ a single Dad heading out to buy a birthday present for his little princess. Harry’s a uni student working part-time at the toy store.

Or an AU where Louis just wants a toy for his daughter, and Harry just wants to take Louis on a date.

💗 Made From Love by @chloehl10 / lovelarry10 (14K) | Mature

It's almost Christmas, and amongst the preparations, Louis' realised something about his husband Harry.

Harry, however, seems to be oblivious.

Louis' determined to open Harry's eyes and make him realise the real magic that's happening this Christmas...

💗 Sounds like love to me by @neondiamond (14K) | General Audiences

“Do you want to hear the heartbeat?”

Louis watches as Harry’s face falls with the realization that this is one of those things he won’t be able to experience. For a second, Louis considers saying no, to show Harry they’re truly on the same boat through all of this. But he nods in the end, reaching over for Harry’s hand as the doctor flips a switch. Noise fills the room then, and it takes a few seconds for the sound to become clear enough for Louis to make out the baby’s fast heartbeat.

“It’s really fast,” he voices his thoughts out loud as he uses his thumb to tap against the back of Harry’s hand, replicating the rapid rhythm of the baby’s heartbeat. It takes the younger man a little while to figure out what Louis’ doing, but a huge grin breaks out on his face as soon as he does.

“Is that them?” He signs with the other hand, his own eyes starting to tear up when Louis nods.

OR: Harry is deaf, Louis is pregnant. They figure it out.

💗 You Feel Like Home by @ItsLivvvy (18k) | Mature

I couldn’t see him, but I could definitely love him.

💗 To Begin Again by @chloehl10 / lovelarry10 (23k) | Teen And Up Audiences

“I, uh, I’m really sorry for yelling at you like I did.”

“Hey, I deserved it and more. I’m lucky you didn’t come and deck me on the nose,” Louis said, holding his hands up as if to surrender. “Seriously, you went lightly on me. If a crazy dog was leaping around me and my kids, I’d have lost my shit long before you did, and it would have been a lot more sweary than yours as well.”

Harry laughed at that, quite liking the man now he was getting to know him. This Louis seemed to have a good sense of humour, and his dog was fairly likeable too, laying there sound asleep, sunbathing.

“Well, I don’t usually lose my temper, so I just wanted to apologise.”

“It’s me who needs to say sorry. My stupid dog ate their bloody eggs, and on Easter Sunday at that. It’s a good job we don’t go to church, Cliff, or we’d both be going straight to hell. Nice ears, by the way. I meant to say earlier.”

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

Harry’s ready to spend a fun Easter morning with his two children at the park, but it’s thrown into chaos when an over-excited dog and his owner come barrelling into their lives…

💗 The Offer by @writingstylinson (35k) | Teen And Up Audiences

In a world where male omegas are rare and often sold to the highest bidder, Louis belongs to a wealthy and well-known alpha. He doesn’t expect his life to change from the monotonous routine of cleaning the apartment, cooking three meals a day, performing sexual favors, and showing up to events as arm candy.

Then, equally respective businessmen make an offer for him.

💗 You Still Make Sense To Me by @amory (37K) | Not Rated

Harry, Louis, and their family navigate life together through the years.

Part 2 of Your Mess Is Mine

💗 Kiss me on the Mouth and Set me Free (but please don’t bite) @seducedbycurls (42k) | Mature Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.

“…Louis wanted him so badly. Wanted Harry to pick him up, bite him, and break him. Make Louis his, make Louis cry, make Louis a beautiful, plump, pregnant omega…”

💗 baby we could be enough (i’ll make this feel like home) orphan_account (52k) | Mature

“Did you clean the table?” Harry asks Louis once Rose is done speaking, now occupied with trying to see if she can reach over and touch Harry’s hair from where she’s sat. At Louis’ nod, Harry frowns. “You didn’t have to do that. You’re my guests here, I could’ve dealt with it later.”

Louis just smiles easily, though, adjusting Rose on his lap so that she’s facing Harry better. She manages to tug on a loose wave of hair, and she makes a noise of triumph that both Louis and Harry smile at.

“I don’t mind,” Louis murmurs to Harry, even though he’s looking at Rose. “This one here seemed very excited to talk to you.”

And, okay. Harry can’t help but think of how domestic this feels, all of a sudden.

[harry is a photographer who’s trying to find his place. louis is a single father with a smile that feels like home.]

💗 Strawberries & Cigarettes by @dimpled_halo (76k) | Explicit

Harry looks up and immediately freezes. Next to Ms. Archie stands the boy from just the other day. The boy with the leather jacket and chipped black nails, that might or might not be sketched in the very book Harry has just placed on the table in front of him. The leather jacket is missing today, probably because they aren’t allowed as part of their required uniform attire, but Harry can still see the fading black nail polish on his nails, and eyeliner around his eyes. Harry’s mouth goes a little dry. This boy is so intriguing to him.

“Ye-yes, Ms. Archie?” Harry tries to play it cool, but he’s almost positive that his cheeks are burning red, and he’s relieved neither of them can tell how fast his heart is beating in his chest.

The boy seems to also recognize Harry, because his lips curve into a knowing smirk.

“Harry is at the top of his class. He’s your best bet at getting familiar with things around here.” She explains.

Louis nods, his smirk still very prominent on his face. “Thank you Ms. Archie. I’ll be sure to take advantage of young Harold here.”

*

Summary: Two stories, eleven years, and the two boys that never stopped loving each other.

💗 A Place To Call Home by @Snowy38 (90k) | Explicit

Louis rides a BMX and works in a diner all the hours god sends to keep his little brother Alex with him. Since their parents died, Louis has become mother and father to his sibling but he’s missing out on love.

Harry is a motorcycle gang member with a mysterious past but his vulnerability soon becomes evident as the two men’s worlds collide.

Louis becomes embroiled in a more-dangerous way of living but he helps Harry finds what he’s been missing all along- a place to call home.

💗 Piece by Piece by @chloehl10 / lovelarry10, wander723 (168k) | Explicit

Now that his best friend Liam is getting married Louis Tomlinson needs help, and he’s finally admitted it. He can’t work and be the best dad to his disabled son Mason without it. That’s where Harry Styles comes in.

And so begins the love story of a lifetime.

Part 1 of The Mason-Verse

💗 Cold Little Heart by @seducedbycurls (194k) | Teen And Up Audiences

Louis is a soft omega with an abusive past and an alpha child A few months after getting a divorce, Louis meets Harry, an ex-military alpha wolf that offers him something -odd.

In exchange for teaching him how to cook, Harry will babysit his son, Abraham Louis really could use the help.

💗 May You Enjoy Your New Life by @aimmyarrowshigh (264k) | Explicit

It begins for them all at the bungalow –

‘Alright, time to lay out the cards. We’re in this together and hopefully, for the long haul, yeah? So I think – you know, we should just be honest. It’s deal-breakers time. That thing that like, if we’re gonna hate you or something, just tell us all now.’

When One Direction begins, Harry Styles is a sixteen-year-old boy foundering under the pressure of impending fatherhood. His ability to balance the sobering responsibility of caring for his tiny daughter, Millie, and the exhilaration of seeing his own dreams coming to fruition affects not only his future, but those of Liam, Zayn, Niall, and Louis, who never expected fealty to be the key to their success. But Liam is the first to show him how to grow up without growing old, and Zayn is the first to defend from the public what is private and precious. Louis – Louis is the first for a lot of things; for most of the moments of Millie’s life and for the moments of Harry’s that matter. And Niall is the first to toast when Millie is born: Go maire sibh bhur saol nua – 'may you enjoy your new life.’

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fight club (p.h.)

request: hii can i request smth angsty with pope ? maybe it could end well for both the reader and him but overall it’s just filled with angst and slow burn and tension ? ty xx

ofc lovieee!!! loving this pope recognition finally!! :)

this will be a two part becuause this was longer than i expected!!! part 2 here!!!

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you literally felt like you could not sit still. anger was pulsating through your veins as you paced back and forth on the porch of the chateau. you also felt the piercing eyes of pope follow you back and forth as you struggled to form a cohesive sentence.

“it’s just- ugh! she can’t get away with this! she thinks because she’s a kook that i’ll be begging for her forigveness and shit like i’m a starving peasant just to save my reputation! i’m a fucking pogue, i don’t have a reputation to uphold!” you spat as your hands clenched together so hard you swear you were going to accidentally draw blood from your palms.

vanessa was a kook that you never had problems with when you were kids because you two had a friendship that was secretive and playful because of opposing groups. it wasn’t until middle school was when she ditched you, similar to kie and sarah’s relationship. thankfully for them, they sorted it out. however, vanessa was bitter and bitchy every chance she could get. 

“yes (y/n)! keep it fiesty! i wanna see you win a good cat fight.” jj egged you on.

“you’re gonna make yourself go crazy if you don’t just sit down.” pope spoke in a sterner tone than you would have expected. but as the rage filled you from vanessa, pope’s tone was not helping. you felt a tinge of hurt in your chest as he expressed his clear stress and annoyance with you. but you weren’t going to let it go that easily; not in this state.

“i’m fine just the way i am, thanks.” you responded just as passive-aggressively as he did. you literally had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes so you wouldn’t egg this on, because the last thing you needed was for pope of all people to be on your bad side. 

you heard him scoff from behind you and his footsteps faded away. you spun around so quickly, maybe even too quickly to play it cool, to just see a flash of him as he turned the corner. your eyes flashed to john b, kie, and jj who had expressions that were just as shocked as your own.

“what’s his problem?” you asked, expecting an answer real quick before you had to go investigate it yourself. your teeth grinded against each other and you felt your face and ears go hot. 

“he probably just doesn’t think this is worth it (y/n/n).” kiara stated, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and giving you a look that said don’t let it get to you. kiara shared a quick glance with john b and jj, which definitely did not go unnoticed by you.

“w-what was that? that little look you three shared?” you asked pointing your finger at them interchangeably and confused but angrily eager to find out. you raised your eyebrows, expecting another speedy answer as you finally turned towards jj who held his hands up in defense and bit his tongue. 

“cut pope some slack. you’ve been looking for trouble lately (y/n), it’s been keeping him on edge each time.” john b responded and slapped his hands on this thighs before getting up off the couch. you felt your cheeks get a little hot and your jaw drop slightly.

pope was trying to be protective of you. this was not a secret that you and pope were always flirty with each other but neither of you ever acted on it. both keeping the same sad mindset, if they wanted to, they would. everytime you talked about this with kiara and sarah at a girls’ night, they playfully judged you for thinking like that and tried to encourage you to just go for it. 

you took a deep inhale and relaxed your shoulders and face, feeling the tension ease up on your body. “she’s asking for it...look i don’t want to make pope upset or anything but vanessa can’t keep pulling this shit. she’s asking for her teeth to get knocked in.” you huffed out as you grabbed your backpack and phone to hop on your bike and head home. 

--

your grabbed your phone and backpack as you headed back outside to your bike. you didn’t even bother to text the rest of the group about catching a ride to tonights kegger because you were just a little fired up from earlier. they were your friends and if this were any other case, they would be backing you up. why is this time any different?

you’re recalling yourself getting ready. stud earrings because she can grab hold of hoops. your hair in two braids because there was less surface area for her to snatch onto. sneakers to make a run for it in case shit gets bad. 

what the rest of them don’t understand is that not only was vanessa mean, spoiled, and made your existence on the obx difficult, was that you had a bumpy past with her. more than just losing a friend. she made up a rumor based on fake ideas that she overheard her parents talking about. when she would run into you on the street with her other kook friends at the ripe age of 13, she would be a bystander as they spat insults your way. that always caused a strain in your friendship. 

until one day, she started the picking on first. she judged you on your family’s financial situation and said quote-by-quote “i heard her mom cheats on her dad with all of her little pogue friend’s dads. who knows, they could actually be related and we wouldn’t know. she’s a whore and i’m sure she’ll end up just like her.” tears still brim your eyes at that memory. you wouldn’t dare tell the rest of the pogues, whether it was out of embarassment or fear. it was best for them and their own minds that it was never brought up again. since then, it seems like constant torture from her. 

you pulled up on the beach and hopped off your bike as your tires were definitely not made for the sand. you laid it on a tree and made a b-line to the keg that john b was basically guarding. “thought we’d hear from you.” you heard kiara state as she sat on the sand and glanced up at you, squinting her eyes to keep the remaining sun from basically burning them.

“yeah well, just got a lot on my mind.” you responded. you didn’t want to be so abrupt with them but your blood was basically boiling with the idea of vanessa. john b stared between you and kiara and handed you a full red solo cup which you gladly took, taking a gulp.

“soooo...” jj started, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “cat fight tonight?” you felt a chuckle rise out of you as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“if you’re lucky enough, maybe you’ll get front row.” you joked, sending a smirk jj’s way and taking another gulp. you felt a presence behind you and turned to be faced with pope. his facial expression had clearly changed from what you saw from him last time. he looked almost guilty and concerned rather than aggravated. 

“come to snap at me again?” you said, turning towards the horizon on the water. looking into his eyes right now was difficult. maybe because it was the idea that you knew some part of you wanted to snap at him for him snapping at you earlier but you couldn’t make another enemy. not tonight. 

“about that...can i actually talk to you for a minute?” pope muttered, instincitvely cracking his knuckles, clearly scared to tread on water. you felt your shoulders relax and your facial muscles follow suit. placing your drink and backpack on the ground you followed a few paces behind him, closer to the sand where the tide was rolling in. although he didn’t stop, he wanted this to be a walk and talk situation. 

you strolled beside him, both of your hands slightly brushing against each other every now and then. while neither of you took initiative to grab the others’ hand, neither of you pulled your hands out of that pathway either. that connection and touch felt nice. it was reassuring that his snappiness, along with your own, was out of love and protection of each other. 

“you won’t be happy with what i’m about to say...” pope started, basically holding his breath.

“so why say it, pope? i know it sounds bad to say outloud but, why not just let me fight her? she has made my existence so unbearably difficult on this island and has slandered my name and countless others of those i love too much and for too long. i’m sick of being a pushover and letting her get away with it because of mommy and daddy’s money. im done!” you blurted out, letting more info out than you expected. “why does it bother you so much? if this was topper and john b going at it, or rafe and jj? which keep in mind, both have actually happened, i’m sure you would be more hesitant to stop them.”

your strolling came to a sudden halt as pope took a step directly in front of you, face to face. he looked longingly into your eyes, somewhat darting back and forth between your own eyes to search for an answer to his questions or even an answer to yours. 

“(y/n)! i can’t see you get hurt. i know how badly you want to do this and how much it means to you but in the end, what is it going to get you? an even worse reputation among kooks, bloody nose, and a black eye? is it worth it?” pope rambled drasticaly. 

“it is worth it! and i’m so thankful that you care about me and my well being and everything in between but this is something that i have to do. once and for all. i’m not putting myself and everyone i love through this torture anymore. and if that means beating the shit out of her and getting a bloody lip and battered up on the way, than so be it!” you responded, using your hands quite animatedly throughout the performance. the waves seemed like the loudest thing on earth as you awaited an answer from pope. he looked defeated and anxious, knowing that there was no getting through to you for this. 

“i-” pope started before cutting himself off, looking deafeated yet again. he ran his hands over his face in frustration and as he let his eyes shine over the tips of his fingers, they locked with yours. you felt stuck in place and in a trance for a split second before you felt a pair of hands on your waist and soon enough, you were lip locked with pope. 

instantly you pulled away, your heart feeling full and your legs feeling limp. your hands made their way to his jawline, slightly caressing his cheeks and neck as you pulled him back into the kiss, elongating it. 

he pulled away, shocked yet proud with himself. you could not help the small smile that made it’s way onto your face as your cheeks felt hot immediately. “i can’t believe i’m saying this but...fuck it. beat the shit out of vanessa.” 

the small smile grew as a laugh escaped your lips. you were quick to grab his hand as you both made your way back towards the kegger that was becoming a little more dense as the minutes passed. sarah, kiara, jj, and john b’s eyes were quick to fall on your interlocked hands with pope. both of you kept quiet, playing it nonchalantly. but you couldn’t help but notice pope’s look to john b and jj, all with smirks lined up on their faces.

part two out later!! :)