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Cowboy Sukuna (Part 1)

Sukuna became a cowboy so he wouldn't have to let anyone tell him what to do. And because he wanted to put some distance between himself and his little brother so Sukuna wouldn't drag him into his mess. Sukuna is made for the lonesome cowboy life. He doesn't need anyone by his side. He isn't looking for love. At least that's what he thinks until he meets you, a pretty girl in a flowery dress and cowboy boots who somehow knows how to tear Sukuna's walls down.

Cowboy!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Cowboy AU, fluff + smut Word Count: 7.5k Playlist: Cowboy Sukuna Warnings: 18+, smut, cigarettes, alcohol, fistfights, blood. Minors don't interact. This story is inspired by @sweetlandspos fanart of Cowboy Sukuna (also this is the selfie he sends Reader). I saw him and fell in love, and I just HAD to write a story about this sexy cowboy. Divider @/benkeibear. The art in the header was used with permission from @/sweetlandspos

Sukuna grew up thinking he belonged nowhere. He can't even remember his dad and his mama didn't want him either. He was raised by his grandpa, but Sukuna was a wild one, a rebel and troublemaker, famous in his small town but for all the wrong reasons. He got all those tattoos when he was far too young, got into all those fistfights, broke all those hearts, and even got into trouble with the cops once. His gramps told Sukuna he was a bad influence on his little brother, so when Sukuna was old enough, he left it all behind and bought this old ranch in the middle of nowhere.

He renovated the old farmhouse all by himself and built his own life out here. A life he could be proud of. It's a lonely life. No wife, no kids, not even a girlfriend. Just Sukuna and his dog and horse and the cows. And lots of hard work. But it's what Sukuna tells himself he wants. The bad boy cowboy never even considered getting married. He doesn't think he is made for love. He isn't even sure he deserves it or is capable of it. Sukuna enjoys life out here in the middle of nowhere and tells himself he doesn't need anyone by his side, anyway.

If he wants to fuck, he can drive to town and flirt his way into some pretty girl's bed. It's never anything serious. Just a few hours of fun and then Sukuna is gone again. No goodbye kiss, no exchange of phone numbers. The only thing he leaves behind are some muddy bootprints on her front porch, and some cigarette ash flicked out of his car window.

Sukuna doesn't expect to ever find love or even want to find it. And he certainly doesn't think that he will meet his future wife on a random Tuesday morning in the shabby old hardware store he has been frequenting for years.

He got into his pickup truck at sunrise, driving several hours to the small town to buy some things in the hardware store, and that's where he runs into you, a sweet little thing in a flowery dress and pretty cowboy boots, wringing your hands nervously when Sukuna has some questions regarding the pond supplies he wants to buy.

He grins at you, taking his cowboy hat off and nodding at you respectfully, all polite because contrary to what he looks like with all his tattoos and the intimidating height and muscular build, he can be a gentleman if he wants to, and you seem like such a sweetheart, Sukuna thinks you deserve his best charming self.

You tell him it's your first day working here and you have to check with your boss. You apologize profusely to Sukuna, and he can't stop the smirk from spreading over his tattooed face because you are so damn cute.

He tells you, "It's okay, ma'am, I have time.", and watches you get all flustered before you hurry to the back of the store.

You return a few minutes later with a warm smile on your face and answer Sukuna's questions, showing him around and also helping him pick some other things he says he needs (which he doesn't, but he likes the way you smile at him and the way your sweet flowery perfume fills his nose anytime you move).

You even insist on helping him load the items into his pickup truck,

"See it as compensation for my earlier lack of fishing pond knowledge."

And Sukuna laughs and thanks you,

"There is nothing you have to compensate for. I am very pleased with your service."

He eyes the nameplate attached to your dress and addresses you by your name, letting it roll off his tongue in his low, velvety voice that he knows girls find sexy. Sukuna can see that you are affected by his charm, and he grins broadly at you when he tips his cowboy hat in a farewell. And you smile so sweetly at him, and Sukuna is pretty sure you really mean it when you tell him to come back again soon.

Sukuna is back in town only a week later, picking up a new saddle he ordered at the local saddler, but he drives past the hardware store on his way back, and something makes him slow down, makes him take one last deep drag from his cigarette and then flick the cigarette butt out the open window before Sukuna pulls into the small parking lot.

Sukuna tells himself it's a good idea to have a little look around when he already made the long drive into town anyway. He could use a new toolbox. The old one is still functioning, but this new one comes with a sweet girl in a cute little skirt and those shiny cowboy boots. Sukuna spends thirty minutes in the little shop until he finally sees you coming out from the back.

Your gaze meets his, and he sees the way your eyes widen just as Sukuna grins at you, tipping his cowboy hat in greeting and casually strolling over to you.

You smile brightly at him, remembering him (Of course you do. Sukuna knows he always leaves an impression), greeting him by his name, and asking him how you can be of help.

Sukuna cocks his head, a lazy smirk spreading over his handsome, tattooed face, letting his gaze travel over your pretty face and cute curves, thinking that he definitely knows some things you could help him with. He is pretty sure he could have you in his truck in no time at all, his calloused hands slipping under your cute little skirt while your pretty mouth moans his name. But something makes him hold back.

It's untypical for Sukuna. He drove all the way to town and will only be here for a few hours. Usually, he makes good use of that time to get his fill of some sweet pussy wrapped around his cock to keep him satisfied for the long lonely nights to come once he is back home again, riding over the plains, herding his cows.

But Sukuna looks at your sweet smile and your genuine kindness, and it doesn't feel right to only fuck you and then leave again to never see you again.

And so Sukuna doesn't try to get under your skirt but instead leans down to grin at you and ask you to help him pick a nice new toolbox.

He walks out of the store an hour later, not just with a new toolbox but also a new BBQ grill, some lawn chairs, and a saddle bag he could have gotten in much better quality at the saddler he just came from. But it's okay because it meant that he could spend a whole hour with you in the shitty little hardware store, letting you show him around, talking to him in your sweet voice with the thick accent, while Sukuna watched your little skirt sway around your knees.

You accompany him to his truck again, and Sukuna smirks at you like the devil that he is, asking in a teasing voice,

"Is this some new service your store offers? Helping every customer load their stuff into their cars? Or is this a special service just for me?"

His smirk grows bigger when he sees how flustered you get once again, and he adds,

"No need to get all shy on me, sweetheart. I like being your favorite customer."

You giggle nervously but smile that bright smile at him again and quickly ask him where he lives and what he's doing for a living. And Sukuna laughs and points at his cowboy hat,

"This is what I'm doing. The hat isn't just a sexy accessory."

"Oh? So you're really a cowboy?"

"Yeah, as real as you can meet one. I have my own ranch a few hours from here. Just me and my animals."

You smile at him, getting a slightly dreamy look in your eyes, telling him,

"That sounds nice."

Sukuna doesn't know why his chest feels so fluttery and warm the whole drive home. He even catches himself humming along softly to one of those stupid, catchy lovesongs playing on the country station on his shitty old car radio.

Cowboy Sukuna doesn't know what it is, but lately, he keeps coming to town more often than usual. It's Friday night, and he's sitting in the small bar with the roses on the wooden sign above the old-fashioned saloon doors.

Sukuna is drinking whiskey with some rancher who wants to buy several cows from him, when Sukuna suddenly sees you. All pretty and sexy without knowing it, in your blue jeans and the cropped blouse, laughing unrestrainedly with your girls after a long work day.

Sukuna can't take his eyes off you. He watches you over the rim of his whiskey glass, feeling that strange warmth in his chest again. He's about to put his glass down and walk over to you when he sees a guy bump into you.

The asshole is acting as if it was by accident, but he is far too handsy for Sukuna's taste. Standing much too close to you, his shoulders brushing against yours, his mouth at your ear, saying something to you.

Sukuna grits his teeth.

You smile politely at the guy, laughing awkwardly, not at all like when you laugh with Sukuna. You are uncomfortable. That much is clear to see, but Sukuna can tell you are a good girl who was taught to always be nice and polite, even to that guy with the grabby hands. That pathetic worm puts a hand on your hip, and Sukuna sees red.

He slams his whiskey glass down on the table and crosses the small bar in a few large steps, grabbing that handsy guy and pulling him off you with an angry growl. Sukuna slams him into the wall, glaring at him, his voice low and dangerous,

"Get your dirty hands off her, or I'll fucking kill you!"

Your wide, surprised eyes stare at Sukuna, and that nameless guy screams and tries to punch him, but Sukuna just laughs about the pathetic attempt and drags him further away from you, grabbing him by the collar as Sukuna's right fist connects with the asshole's face.

Sukuna has always been good at fistfights. He is a rough guy, a dirty fighter, sadistic when someone pisses him off. He tried to stay out of trouble those last few years, but tonight, he is not restraining his anger, not when it comes to protecting you.

He smirks devilishly at the guy when that asshole manages to land a hit on Sukuna's face. It just manages to rile Sukuna up even more. He laughs and taunts that loser for hitting like a little boy before Sukuna attacks again and sends the guy tumbling to the floor with the next hard punch.

It's then that your small, soft hands wrap around Sukuna's tattooed biceps, and your sweet voice says his name with so much worry that it makes Sukuna stop going after that guy on the floor. He just jerks his head at the guy, telling him to get lost,

"If you know what's good for you, you better stay a mile away from that sweet lady in the future. Now apologize to her."

And the guy scrambles to his feet, mumbling a sorry before he flees from the bar and from Sukuna.

Sukuna slowly turns around, running a tattooed hand through his pink hair. He wipes his split lip on his sleeve, gives you a lopsided grin, and asks if you are okay.

And you stare at him with big, worried eyes, taking in the blood on his tattooed face, but a small smile plays around your lips as you tell Sukuna,

"Thank you for getting him away from me. I am fine... but what about you? Your lip... let me fix that, please."

You take Sukuna's large hand in your smaller one, tugging gently on it, and Sukuna follows you out of the bar.

You lead him down the road to your small house, inviting him in, not to have sex with him, but to patch him up, and somehow it feels a lot more intimate than all the times combined that Sukuna went home with another girl.

You are so sweet to him, scolding him for getting into a fight and getting himself hurt, but your fingers are so gentle when you wipe the blood off Sukuna's face and put a band-aid on his split lip. You smile softly as you trace the tattoos on Sukuna's jaw with your fingers and whisper a thank you to him.

"Thank you for protecting me from that guy and teaching him a lesson. You're a good guy."

And Sukuna laughs roughly, grinning at you and shaking his head,

"That's a first. Usually, I get called the opposite."

And you laugh with him, your soft fingers still cupping his chin and touching his tattoos oh so gently, insisting that even though he looks like a bad boy, Sukuna seems really nice.

Sukuna is so close to just pulling you on his lap and kissing you, but he refrains from doing it. Because he knows where it would lead, and for once in his life, Sukuna doesn't want a one-night stand. He doesn't want to fuck you and then drive back to his life out on the ranch to never see you again.

He doesn't want that with you. He wants to see you again, and he wants to take things slow. He wants to court you in an old-fashioned way.

Sukuna eats the homemade pie you bring him and drinks the coffee you insist he should drink before he drives back home. He thanks you politely for playing nurse for him and for feeding him, looking at you with the most charming smile he can give you with his split lip. And you tell him he is welcome and that he knows now where to find you if he ever needs someone to patch him up again.

Sukuna returns a week later to the hardware store, not because he needs to buy anything, but for you. He sees you smile when you spot him leaning casually against a wooden fence display, twirling his cowboy hat in his fingers and smirking that lazy grin at you.

You only have eyes for him, forgetting what you want to say to the customers you are serving. Looking at them in confusion and stuttering an excuse before your gaze wanders back to Sukuna. And Sukuna's smirk grows bigger.

He didn't even dress nice. He is just wearing his typical black jeans and cowboy boots, and one of the flannel shirts he always wears on the ranch. But he knows he looks good anyway. Sukuna knows the ladies love his handsome face and his tall and strong body with all those well-defined muscles from all the hard work. And his pink hair and tattoos are very popular with the country girls, too. They all get weak in the knees for a bad boy like Sukuna.

But somehow, he doesn't want to be a bad boy when it comes to you. A strange warmth spreads through Sukuna's chest when you leave the other customers standing and come over to him with that big smile on your pretty face, greeting him and telling him that it's nice to see him again.

No, Sukuna doesn't want to be an asshole or a bad boy when it comes to you. He wants to be a good man for you. He is polite to you, sweet, and respectful. A true cowboy and gentleman.

He grins his boyish grin at you, cocking his head and drawls,

"I thought I should stop by to check on you. Make sure there aren't any weird guys I have to fistfight for you."

Sukuna flirts with you and makes you laugh and giggle until your boss gives you side eyes and informs you that you shouldn't pester customers. But Sukuna turns to the man, towering over him,

"She is just helping me decide which products to buy. You shouldn't berate her but rather give her a raise. This sweet lady is the best thing about this shitty store. The only reason I keep coming back."

You burst out laughing the moment your boss has left and Sukuna thinks his stomach has never felt so fluttery. He asks you when your shift is over and if he can take you out for dinner. He is delighted when you say yes.

Sukuna waits until your shift is over and then leads you to his old pickup truck, holding open the door for you, giving you a hand, and helping you climb into it. His hand rests a bit longer than necessary on the small of your back, but you don't seem to mind.

He takes you to a cozy little restaurant that he has been to several times before. Always alone because Sukuna never went on dates in the past. But the elderly lady who owns the restaurant always tells Sukuna that she knows the type of cowboy Sukuna is from the time when she was still a young girl.

"Oh, I have had several boys like you in my life. Y'all are such handsome devils, but always breaking hearts everywhere you go because you are always running from something, and you don't even know from what. I wish for you to find the right girl one day. And if you do, bring her here."

And now Sukuna is here with you, walking into the restaurant with his arm wrapped lightly around you, catching the knowing gaze of the old lady behind the counter. She leads the two of you to a table on the patio, all romantic with wildflowers in a mason jar and fairy lights overhead.

Sukuna has never been on a real date, but he likes this. He likes to be here with you, chat with you, laugh with you, and hold your hand on the table, watching his long tattooed fingers interlace with your smaller ones, which feel so soft.

The hours slip by without either of you noticing how late it is.

When it is time to bring you home, Sukuna drives you to your house, parks the truck in front of it, and turns to you to say the typical flirty stuff that he usually says to girls, but he stops when he sees your smile, and somehow anything he usually says seems so hollow and fake, and it wouldn't be right to say it to you.

Sukuna closes his mouth again, gulping hard, the bad boy cowboy at a loss for words for the first time in his life.

This feeling is new to Sukuna. All of this is new to him. This warmth in his chest and the fluttery feeling in his stomach. And how he is so damn scared to fuck things up and lose you before you even are his.

How can Sukuna even say anything at all to you when everything he wants to tell you is so fucking raw and loaded with feelings he has never felt before? When it all makes him feel so fucking vulnerable?

Like the fact that Sukuna really enjoys spending time with you and that he wants to see you again. Or that he is pretty sure he gets butterflies when hearing your laugh. Or that he never believed in love, but he thinks he is starting to do it now.

He can't say those things, can he?

In the end, it doesn't need any words from him. You smile at him and thank him for the lovely evening, adding a bit shyly that you aren't used to going on dates, and then stutter because you realize what you said and you are worried that it wasn't really a date and you made a fool of yourself by assuming it was one.

And Sukuna can't help but grin and then do the one thing that will shut you up and hopefully ease your worries:

He kisses you right there in his truck. Cups your chin with his calloused hand and brushes his lips softly over yours. Careful, gentle. Something Sukuna usually isn't, but you bring out some part of him that was dormant until now.

Sukuna wants this kiss to be special. He wants to be gentle with you because you are gentle with him, too. You are sweet and kind. You treat him as if he is deserving of tenderness.

You make a cute, surprised sound, but don't pull away. Instead, your hand lands on Sukuna's neck, caressing the short stubble of his undercut, pulling him closer as your lips begin to move against his, too, and Sukuna can't help but smile into the sweetest kiss he ever had.

When the two of you pull apart again, Sukuna smiles at you, a genuine, soft smile, and tells you,

"It was absolutely a date. And I had a lovely evening, too, princess. Let me take you out to dinner again soon."

Sukuna watches you get out of his truck and walk to your front door. He lifts a hand to give you a little wave when you turn around in the open doorway to smile at him once again, whisper-shouting to him that you wish him a safe drive home.

Sukuna stays in his truck outside your house until the light in your living room goes on, and he knows you are safe and sound before he finally pulls out of your driveway and makes his long way home, his thoughts filled with your smile and the taste of your sweet lips and tongue in his mouth.

Sukuna stays true to the promise he made to himself and really takes things slow with you. He has to work anyway, look after his ranch, fix some fences, and ride across the plains, where he meets no other human being for several days. But you are on his mind the whole time.

He sends you pictures from his rides when he is lucky and gets a signal. Selfies of him on horseback, grinning at you with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips. And some pics of some of his cows, smiling when you ask for their names.

"They don't have names. I just numbered them. But you can give them names if you like, sweetheart."

And you do. You send Sukuna the stupidest names you can think of, and he can't stop grinning,

"I sure hope you won't be in charge of naming any kids."

"Well, I will let their daddy help choose the names if he has such a problem with my name-giving skills."

And Sukuna's head spins at the implication. You're a tease in such a sweet way, and it drives him completely insane.

But Sukuna knows he drives you crazy for him, too. He knows that as much as you like the normal pictures he sends you, you also love the thirst traps he blesses you with.

The pictures where he is shirtless, all his tattoos and defined muscles on display for you, sweat glistening on his strong body, his faded, ripped jeans sitting low on his hips and doing nothing to hide the massive bulge throbbing in them.

You send him pictures, too, not as shameless as the thirst traps Sukuna sends you, but enough to drive him crazy. He has never held himself back so long, but damn, he thinks you are worth all the hard-ons he has and only his own hand to take care of them. Sure, Sukuna could drive to the next bar and find a random girl to ease that pressure, but he doesn't want it. There is only one girl he wants.

Sukuna can wait. He knows you are worth it.

And as much as he wants to have you under him, leaving scratches on his back and squealing his name in pleasure, he also wants to just talk to you or maybe take you on a little ride on his horse.

He calls you every night just to hear your voice and ask about your day, laughing about all the rude customers at the hardware store. Sukuna asks you what you had for dinner and listens to all the latest gossip your mama told you. Sometimes, he falls asleep while listening to your sweet voice and sees a text from you in the morning telling him that he sounds cute when he snores.

Maybe that's ruining the bad-boy reputation that Sukuna has all over your small town, but he doesn't give a fuck. You can see this other side of him. You are the exception, and he finds that he likes that.

Sukuna visits the town as often as his ranch duties allow so he can take you on dates. Sometimes, he drives his old pickup truck, but sometimes, he takes his motorcycle, grinning at you when he parks it in front of your house and takes off his helmet, running a hand through his ruffled hair to smooth it down again, and telling you to come hop on so he can take you on a ride. And you raise an eyebrow jokingly,

"When you said you are a cowboy, I pictured a guy on a real horse..."

And there is this happy sparkle in your eyes, and that sweet laugh falling from your lips. And fuck, Sukuna knows he is a lost man.

He grins back at you, leaning down to greet you with a slow, deep kiss before he holds out his helmet to you,

"This cowboy will let you ride his horse soon, too, but for now, let me show you a bit more horsepower."

Sukuna loves the feeling of your body snuggling against his back, your hands wrapped tightly around his waist, your hands caressing his chest and his abs through his shirt, and your loud, excited laugh when Sukuna accelerates his bike and speeds down the dirt road leading to nowhere, leaving a cloud of dust and dirt behind.

Sukuna parks his motorcycle at a pretty pond and spreads out a picnic blanket in the grass. The two of you sit down to eat something, but it only takes a few minutes before the snacks are forgotten, and Sukuna rolls on top of you and kisses you until he feels dizzy, and you sigh into his mouth.

When you look up at him and touch his face, trace his tattoos with your fingertips, and smile at him, Sukuna knows that he has never been this genuinely happy in his life. But at the same time, it scares him. It terrifies him to feel so much.

He strolls down to the pond, smoking a cigarette while looking over the smooth surface of the water, trying to calm down and stop his fears from swallowing him. Trying to stop that voice in his head that whispers to him that this cowboy should do what he is best at and just run and isolate himself and live his life in solitude.

But your sweet laugh carries to Sukuna's ears as you run towards him, pulling him out of his dark thoughts. Your small hand wraps around his tattooed biceps, and you lean against his side,

"Hey cowboy, come back. I have some homemade lemonade and cake in my bag."

Sukuna turns his head to look at you, at the way you tilt your head to smile up at him, eyes full of affection. How could he walk away from this? Yeah, he is scared out of his mind of all those feelings, but he would regret it even more if he ran.

He blows out his cigarette smoke slowly as a lazy grin spreads over his face, and he leans down to press a kiss on your forehead.

"Homemade lemonade? You sure know the way to my heart, huh, princess?"

He lets you take his hand and pull him back to the picnic blanket, sipping your lemonade and letting you climb in his lap and feed him the cake you baked for him, and Sukuna wraps his arms around your waist, capturing your lips in a sweet, sexy kiss, hoping you can understand the silent promises his tongue writes against yours.

All the words he doesn't dare say out loud because they scare him. But Sukuna knows it's you for him. He knows that he wants by his side. He knows you are his girl and hopes he is your boy, too. He hopes he is a man who is deserving of you and your sweetness. Sukuna promises you silently that he will work damn hard to be that man.

It takes weeks before the two of you have sex.

Sukuna takes you on another date with his old truck this time, driving far out to watch the stars with you and lying in the bed of his truck with you in his arms.

He brought you flowers. The wild ones which grow on his ranch because he feels like you enjoy them more than the ones from the flower shops, and it makes him happy to see you with something from his life.

You thanked him with a sweet kiss and put some of the flowers in your hair, laughing when they fell out again, and Sukuna picked them up again and tucked them behind your ear.

And now those flowers are already out of your hair again, strewn all over the truck bed because the two of you are so lost in your deep tongue kisses and the feeling of your bodies grinding against each other.

The flowers are forgotten, just like the stars above. The only thing you know is each other's mouths and hands that tug on each other's clothes, craving more, needing skin-on-skin contact.

Sukuna's shirt has been long gone, and yours too, leaving you only in your lacey bra and the little skirt, driving Sukuna crazy. Your hands explore the naked skin of his broad back and his biceps, and your lips trail sweet kisses down Sukuna's neck, leaving your lipstick marks on him.

And Sukuna licks and kisses the swell of your breasts above your bra, finally pulling the pretty lacey thing down to reveal your even prettier tits. He sucks one nipple into his warm mouth as he looks up at your face, grinning when he sees your eyelashes flutter and hears the cute little noises you make for him.

You straddle Sukuna's lap, smiling at him with desire burning in your eyes while your small hands wander a bit shyly over his tattooed chest, and Sukuna thinks he will lose his mind if he doesn't finally take you.

He flips you over on your back, pushes his head under your skirt, and eats you out until your legs are shaking and your hands tug on his pink hair, and you cry out his name into the night.

You look up at Sukuna with parted lips and heavy-lidded eyes as you unbutton his jeans and get his achingly hard cock out, stroking him lovingly while you tell him to please make you his girl.

Sukuna has held back for so long but cannot do it anymore. Not when you look at him like that and stroke his cock like that and ask him to claim you. He pushes you down on the truck bed, his arms on each side of your head, his heavy body on top of yours, his lips claiming yours in a possessive, hungry kiss at the same time as his cock claims your sweet, warm pussy.

He takes you with hard, rough thrusts, fucking you almost feverishly once he feels your warm pussy around his cock. And for the first time in his life, Sukuna apologizes for the way he fucks. For his roughness, for his strength. But you cling to him and moan his name and tell him it's okay and that you want him exactly like this.

You leave scratches on Sukuna's back, and he fucks his seed into you over and over again. The two of you can't get enough of each other that night, making out and fucking in various positions until the sky becomes pink with the approaching sunrise, and both of you are sated and exhausted, and you slump against Sukuna's body, hugging him, pressing your tits firmly against his tattooed chest as his spent cock softens gradually inside you.

Sukuna lets his head fall back on the truck bed, his large hands lazily caressing your back, and he looks up at the sky that brings a new morning, thinking that it feels like it's a whole new life that is beginning today.

He drives you back to town an hour later, stealing glances at you the whole drive long, one tattooed hand resting on your naked thigh under your skirt, and your small hand lands on top of Sukuna's, caressing the back of his hand while you sing along to the country songs on the radio. Sukuna can't stop grinning the whole time.

But even after you start to have sex with each other, you still take time to get to know each other even better. It's fun and sexy but also deep and meaningful, and Sukuna catches himself being more open with you than he ever was with anyone before.

He tells you the truth when you ask about his family, tells you that it's messy, that he can't even remember his dad, and that his mama didn't want him either. He tells you about his little brother, who he hasn't seen in many years because Sukuna ran from home the moment he was 18. He confesses all the shit he did. All the stupid things a rebellious teenage Sukuna got involved in. All the trouble and pain he caused his family. All the regrets he has, when he looks back at his former life now.

And you take his large hand into both of yours and hold it so gently, and smile that sweet smile at him, telling him that sometimes families simply are like that. A mess.

You tell him that you like him the way he is, with all his rough edges, and that you wish Sukuna had more love in his life when he needed it the most as a child.

"But you have me now, Kuna. And I will make sure you don't feel alone."

You tear down his walls so easily, break him in the most beautiful way, and build him up again, even stronger than before, because now Sukuna knows what it feels like to be loved.

And Sukuna says those famous three words for the first time in his life.

He pulls you to him, holds you in his arms, and rests his chin on your head, swaying you softly from side to side as he murmurs those words into your hair, words he never thought he would say,

"I love you. And I want to be with you. I know it's hard to love a man like me, but I want this to work. I want you. I want us. And I will work hard for it."

He thinks he will melt when you tell him you love him too and that there is nothing hard about loving him at all.

For the first time in his life, Sukuna stays in someone's bed the whole night.

The two of you kiss at your front door, and you gently pull him inside. You kiss and laugh and playfully tease each other all the way to your bedroom, undressing each other on the way, leaving behind a trail of clothes on your floor.

You call him baby, and Sukuna thinks he will go crazy. He picks you up and carries you the rest of the way until he lays you down on your bed, his lips never leaving yours.

You don't fuck that night but make love, nice and slow. You look so beautiful lying under Sukuna, your face so close to his, your small hands caressing his biceps and his muscular back while Sukuna takes you with slow, deep thrusts, unable to tear his gaze away from you and the love in your eyes when you whisper his name.

Sukuna tells you he loves you again when he is about to cum, and it feels more intense than anything else he has ever experienced. Especially when he feels you cum on his cock, too, sobbing his name and returning the "I love you" several times while you shudder in pleasure beneath him.

Sukuna doesn't let go of you the whole night. He lets you use his chest as your pillow, wraps you in his strong arms, and holds you. The wild, freedom-loving cowboy who usually runs, suddenly all tame.

Sukuna thinks he is right where he should be. He wants to stay forever in your bed and in your arms, holding the girl he loves.

Of course, a cowboy like Sukuna has to leave again in the morning. His ranch needs him. There are miles and miles of fences to fix, horses to train, and cattle to herd. But Sukuna promises to call you every night.

"And if I don't have a signal, I want you to know that I will still think of you, okay princess? Let's make a deal. Every night at ten pm, I want you to look at the sky. And I'll do the same, wherever I am, and imagine you are by my side."

And he laughs softly and hugs you to his strong body, adding,

"I will think about you every second of the day anyway. And I am damn sure you can't get me out of your mind either, huh?"

He winks at you and grins his boyish grin, and you chuckle and get on your tiptoes to kiss his grin off him.

Before Sukuna drives off, you give him a leather cord with a small charm in the form of a horseshoe, telling him you saw it on the farmers market last weekend and thought of him.

"I want to give it to you because I hope it will bring you luck and keep you safe out there on all those lonely nights and long rides."

And Sukuna leaves his bandana at your place,

"So you have something to remind you of me while I am away, princess. Wear it around your pretty throat to keep the chilly winds away and to think of your favorite cowboy."

Sukuna calls you every day just like he promised.

But out here on the plains, where Sukuna is on horseback, with only his dog running along beside him, his life still feels lonely. This solitude used to be something Sukuna chose willingly for himself. Something he thought was the only life that was right for a man like him.

But now Sukuna feels this longing inside his chest, and the questions keep filling his mind. Does a cowboy really have to be alone? Does Sukuna really have to be alone?

His ranch and his life out here are the last parts of him, which Sukuna hasn't opened to you yet. It seemed too risky to bring you here, too intimate. This is the place, after all, where Sukuna fled to so he wouldn't hurt his little brother anymore. A place he used to see as some kind of fortress that kept other people safe from Sukuna and also kept him safe from feeling too much. A place where he was free from all the complications of human interactions.

But things have changed, haven't they?

Sukuna visits you as often as he can, and he catches himself telling you more about his everyday life as a cowboy while watching you closely for your reactions. He tells you what he loves about his life on the ranch, tells you that it is a lot of hard work and that it can be tough at times, but that it is also peaceful, and that he likes that he is free out there.

"I like that I am my own boss because I really don't do well with people trying to tell me what to do."

And you laugh and roll your eyes, and Sukuna grins at you with a wink and adds,

"Well, you are the exception, baby."

And as teasing and light-hearted as it sounds, Sukuna knows that he is telling the truth. He doesn't mind if you tell him what to do. He doesn't mind if he has to take responsibility for his actions. Not when it comes to you.

You beam at him and kiss his tattooed cheek and ask in that sweet voice,

"Will you finally show me your ranch, Sukuna?"

And he knows what you are really asking is for Sukuna to finally let you in. To let this last wall tumble to the ground and allow you into his life in every way.

Sukuna feels strangely nervous when driving you to his ranch. But not because he is scared of losing his last refuge. He is nervous because he is worried you won't like the life out here in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but endless miles of uninhabited land around you and only Sukuna and his animals to keep you company.

Sukuna hopes you will like it. Because there is this small voice in his mind that whispers to him, "I want her to stay."

Sukuna watches you carefully while he shows you around his small ranch, showing you the old farmhouse he renovated, the barn he built with his own hands, and the stables he gave a new paint and a modern interior.

Relief floods Sukuna's chest when he sees the genuine smile on your pretty face and the joy when you pet his favorite horse. You turn to him, telling him that you love his ranch and praising him for turning an old abandoned farm into this pretty place.

"You are so passionate about the things you want, Sukuna, and you work hard for them. That's an admirable trait. This place is beautiful."

Sukuna smirks proudly at you, feeling this warmth in his chest again. He wraps a strong, tattooed arm around your waist and pulls you against him. And he knows exactly what he wants.

"This place is even more beautiful with you here. You remember what I said about enjoying my freedom out here? I feel free with you by my side, too. It doesn't feel like I am giving anything up when I am with you. It feels like I am gaining something."

There are happy tears shining in your eyes when you look up at him, and you smile and put a small hand on Sukuna's defined chest, right where his heart is beating strong and fast,

"I would love to live here with you, cowboy. I could help you with the crops and make sure you always have something warm to eat when you come home in the evening. I could even help with the horses and the cows, I think. And I can keep you company out here and keep you warm at night."

Sukuna doesn't believe in a God, but he thinks some kind of higher power or fate or whatever must have finally blessed him. Must have finally allowed a fallen angel like him some sort of heaven, too.

Sukuna smiles at you, a gentle, genuine smile that he never gives to anyone else, and he takes his cowboy hat off and puts it carefully onto your head,

"Then welcome to your new home, cowgirl."

SIGHHHHH, this cowboy makes me swoon 😭😭💗💗 I didn't expect this story to become so long, but I just couldn't stop writing. It was one of those moments where Sukuna took things into his hands and made me tell the whole story, and of course I do what my man wants ;)

I hope you enjoyed falling in love with Cowboy!Sukuna, too 💗

Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

There will be a Part 2 in which we see our life on Sukuna's ranch.

And once again: Thank you Émilie @sweetlandspos for drawing your beautiful and sexy Cowboy!Sukuna, who inspired me to write this AU!! I hope you find joy in this story!!

[thebestsetter]

Kuroo has always had a bad hair.

Ever since he was a kid, one of his main physical traits is his atrocious bed hair. He wakes up like that because of how hard he presses his pillows to his ears while he sleeps, so it's not really a habit he can change easily. Also, he has never had a problem with it, especially because his pretty wife, you, said it's one of your favorite parts of him.

You always talk about how you love his hair, even if you still call him "rooster head" sometimes. You love to pet it, you love the shape, the color and everything involving his hair. Not even he is capable of understanding the "attraction" you feel for it, so he just enjoys it.

So yeah, he doesn't really hate his hair, and overtime, he learned how to keep it more "tamed" and "behaved". So he thought his hair problems were over. No more bad hair days.

Well, he thought.

"Stupid... hair tie...." Kuroo murmured, voice coming out muffled because of the pink butterfly pin with glitter that was on his mouth. His eyes held a look of extreme concentration, akin to a hunter aiming for a deer in the middle of the woods.

He was serious. In fact, he had never been so serious in his life. Because this wasn't any occasion. It was the first time you had ever let him dress up your 5 year old daughter for school. He couldn't mess this up.

Her hair needed to be perfect. He just seemed to forget he had never braided a hair before in his life.

"Daddy, are you alright?" His little girl asked, feet moving around and hands on her lap, waiting patiently for her dad to finish the "amazing hairstyle" he promised her.

If only she knew.

"Yeah, sweetheart!" Tetsuro said, drops of sweat running down his forehead. "Just wait a little more!" He said, taking his phone off his pocket while still holding a lock of hair and still with the butterfly pin in his mouth.

He then started watching a video on youtube. It's title was "How to make a braid with only 3 steps".

"Ah, so it's actually done with 3 locks of hair, not only 2!"

He then began treading his daughter's hair with such precision that it was scary. His eyes were focused and it seemed like he couldn't pay attention to anything else. It was only him, the hair ties, and the hair. Nothing else.

After a while, things were actually going somewhere.

No way. He was almost getting it finished!

"Tetsu, honey, are you guys ready?" He heard you calling from the kitchen

"One sec, love!" Kuroo shouted back. "Now I just need to do this and... AHA! My masterpiece is ready!"

"How do I look, daddy?" His daughter asked, smiling brightly at him. Even if she had some missing teeth, Kuroo swore it was the prettiest smile he had ever seen in his life. Of course it was. It was just like your's, afterall.

"You look amazing sweetie. Like a real princess! You're your dad's princess, you know that, right?"

"Thank you dad!" She smiled again, hugging him strongly. He hug her back, careful not to touch her hair in the process. He couldn't ruin his hard work!

"Now, why don't we go show mama how great you look, hm?" He crouched down and smiled at her

"Of course! Let's go dad!" She laughed, grabbing his hands and pulling him downstairs.

She really was the cutest kid Kuroo has ever seen.

"Okay sweetheart, close your eyes!" Kuroo said, peeking from the kitchen's door. "Our daughter wants to surprise you with her amazing hair - the one I braided, of course"

"Sure, Tetsu! I can't wait to see this great work of art!" You giggled, using a sarcatic tone.

I mean, look at his hair. He couldn't have an experience with braiding. It was clear the hair would look utterly horrible.

"Hey, I sensed that sarcasm!" He said, which made you giggle "Mind you, she loved it!"

"If you say so. I'm gonna close my eyes now!" You smiled, putting your hands on front of your eyes to show them you wouldn't cheat and open your eyes

"No peaking, mama!" You heard your daughter saying, her little footsteps making you realize she entered the kitchen.

"Yeah, no peaking!" Kuroo agreed.

Gosh, they really were the same.

"Okay, okay! I'm not gonna peek"

"Now, I'm gonna count to three and say 'now'. Then you can open your eyes!" Kuroo said, voice showing how excited he was

"Okay!" You smiled

"1..."

You were really starting to think he did a great job. He looked so proud of it, after all!

"2..."

You heard your daughter giggling in the background. Maybe you really judged your husband wrong. Maybe he did know how to braid hairs.

"3..."

You were sure it would be at least decent. If it was, then you'd let your daughter wear it to school. If they were both happy, why not?

"Now!"

You then remove your hands from your face and open your eyes, meeting the most...

Atrocious braid you've ever seen.

"She's not going like that to school." You deadpanned, looking at the hair and wondering why he thought this looked good. Had he never seen a braid before in his life?

"HUH? WHY NOT?" Kuroo shouted, his chest that was once proudly puffed up now deflating

"Why not, mama?" Your daughter started tearing up, looking up at you with big, pleading eyes.

"It looks..." terrible. Is what you really wanted to say.

But looking at your the sad faces of your family members, you didn't find the strength to do so. And so, with a sigh, you smiled and said

"Too good! Other kids will be jealous!"

"For a moment there I thought you were judging my hairstyling habilities!" Kuroo laughed, that obnoxious laugh of his that you loved so much echoing through the halls

"Oh!" Your daughter also laughed, the same way her dad did "There's no problem! I can tell dad to do their hairstyles too!"

"Great idea, sweetie!" Kuroo agreed with her, eyes sparkling up

"I think... it's better if you don't"

"What do you mean by that?" Kuroo asked, looking straight at you with a very sad face.

"Just... you don't seem to have a talent with hairs."

"But you told me you love my hair!" Tetsuro pouted

"I do. And I love you, too!" You kissed his nose, making him smirk at you.

"Not enough. What about... here?"

He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a kiss on the lips. It was full of all the love and passion he held for you and the family you both created together.

"Ewww, daddy and mommy are kissing! Gross!" Your daughter put her tongue out and did a "throwing up" mimic, making you both laugh.

"Now, let's take you to school, sweetheart!"

You smiled, leading both your husband and your daughter to the car.

You really loved your family, even if Kuroo didn't know how to deal with hairs sometimes.

You wonder if he would "get along" better with his son's hair. The son that he still doesn't know is in your belly right now.

Well, he still has 7 months to practice for when the time comes.

~ A/N: FINALLY WROTE A REQUEST!! It was so fun writing this omG. I love healthy families 💕. ALSO, first hq fic!! 🥳🥳

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PAC : Am I the only 'main character' they’re vibing with ? (18+)

Honestly ... idk.

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Pile 1

They are flamboyant individual . Babe they are not playing with you. They are not taking ‘’no’’ as an answer. Yes, they have a lot of options but all they see is you. You have no idea how tunnel vision they are about you. Is borderline obsessive.  Now the question is are they going to keep that energy when they have you ?

Am I the only 'main character' they’re vibing with ?

Yes. 

What’s the potential for drama vs. chill in this connection?

Drama 

Run. I know that type too well. They are going to do everything right until… they know they bag you. The fact that you are untouchable is actually what’s making them crazy. I feel like that person has a lot of experience. They fucked with a lot of people from all age range. Then there’s you. Mission impossible. I feel like y’all have a good relationship with dad, if not your dad card gets swiped. Y’all may have nobody in your DM. Nobody ever came your way to deal with you. You are sitting down looking at yourself  knowing you are not the problem. Face cards never decline, body is tea, nails stay done, you do your own hair. Especially the one that is dying their hair after a mental breakdown. You slay each color each time. It doesn't matter if you start the process at 2 am on a whim. You also do your own lashes or is a lash tech. Y’all also may be bald. Or you know  damn well that pussy is the goat. Even if you are a virgin. You know your cookie would have these man hooks like is coke. The second that someone is going to have a taste of it … they are going to lose their mind. You, them and I know you were never the problem. That’s why people keep saying they are intimidated by you because you look like you won’t take bullshit, you have your own motion and your money is long … so what’s up. Their dick in their pants … girl ! Anyway the only reason they want you is to prove to their lame friend group that they got an insane game. They are going to cheat on you, play in your face and make you feel so bad whenever you would want to discuss your feelings. You are too pretty for that mess … NEXT, THANK YOU !

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Am I the only 'main character' they’re vibing with ?

Yes.

What’s the potential for drama vs. chill in this connection?

Drama.

Is giving baby mama/daddy drama. The person you are dealing with is in love with you. They care for you, they show in  multiple ways. They keep texting you throughout the day. Always checking on you and the baby. Go to every appointment and even make sure you have more than enough money for the baby. They don’t just cover for the diapers, school books or clothes. They are paying for your hair, nails, clothes, food, and trip. Ask and they trick. They also like to spend time with you on a date without the kid. They love coming home and cuddling with you in front of a movie or one of your reality tv shows. They love touching you and making love to you. I feel like you want more. You want to be nastier. You want a pile 3 experience.  Your partner can’t see you under that light. Something about you being the mother of their kids now so everything changes. Back then y'all used to get down. You were doing splits on the dick, you were riding from the side, you were vocal because the speed they used to go was animalistic. The issue is he would give you  his left kidney but can’t be faithful for nothing. Not even God can come and ask that from him. They are out here clubbing and you are waking up lonely with a ‘’hey girly’’ text. You lost count of how many ‘’hey girly’’ texts you had. You stay with them because they are so loving and treat you like a princess. They are an amazing parent and you guys are a good team together but the cheating is insane. 

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PILE 3

Am I the only 'main character' they’re vibing with ?

No. 

What’s the potential for drama vs. chill in this connection?

Chill.

You know they are not only dealing with you and you don’t give a fuck. You are only there for the dick/pussy. They way they fuck is too good. You: I know ! Just  an insider; your boo thing is also dealing with his girl bff (yes… is time to have a gc meeting). Anyway you try all your sexual fantasies with them. Y’all love to use toys. He also buys you lingerie for some he also buys your weed or edibles. They will do what’s necessary to be in that wap and they quickly understand that you get nicer when you have a gift in your hand. They love to have their dick/strap come in and out of you. They love to have their fingers in your hole. Them: Is tight. Me: .. Sir/Miss please can I finish this reading in peace? You are the best they ever had. They love your face when you orgasm, they love to keep their face close to yours. They love swallowing your moans and kissing you. They love any position where they can hold you close. On the other hand, you prefer riding them, doing splits, teasing, giggling. You just like to feel and look like a pornstar that’s it. Y’all may film your experience and you act like is your personal Onlyfan. Ok Pile 2 gets nasty with it. Last insider: they would cuff you if you looked and acted like their bff because they are in love with your punani. I don’t even think you ever consider being with them. Just letting you know. So you don’t get dickmitize. 

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PILE 4 

Am I the only 'main character' they’re vibing with ?

Yes. 

What’s the potential for drama vs. chill in this connection?

Drama.

Pile 4 not y’all being the drama. Nah, zion do it, zion, zion. Out here looking around. Give your 4 walls a break and focus on me. (Not me rizzing up on the ipod (plz tell me you got that niche reference … anyway)). Your person is going through it. First you guys are recently single and you were in a confusing/toxic relationship. They were out here judging your body all the damn time. Telling you were too fat or saying they could not last long in bed because you were not pretty enough. Whole time they look like a drawing inspired by someone's drunk memory. The worst is y’all are gorgeous and you big tits are always sitting pretty. You have an hourglass figure and it is not about being slim or thick. Is about having a proportionate silhouette. Hair goals :  long and healthy have never been dyed. Y’all may have lip filler and is because of your ex but I think y’all recently took the filler out. Side note, y’all may look tall in your picture but you are actually very short.  Anyway your older brother bff is doing their best to keep their hands to themself. They have been crushing on you forever and everyone knows it except the brother and you. Like even the parents can sense a vibe. You love teasing them, maybe you guys started texting like y’all use too and there’s a lot of sexual double meaning. A lot of sexual tension between y'all. They are calling you little names and they claim they care for you. Have real feelings but you won’t allow yourself to fall for it. Because of your past and the fact that this is your brother bff… hello ! Stop giving them the fuck me eyes in family  settings. They already told you that but babe frl. Because next time they will pin you to a wall… I'm not joking. Relationship or not. You guys lowkey sext each other and you are always the instigator. You:want to see my new bras. Since they can’t resist … they expect just a picture of underwear nah is my girl milker in a beautiful colorful lace. Bye ! When they are drunk they love to text you and call you to sing their love to you . Everytime the next morning they come back nervous, hoping they did not  scare you off. Anyway Pile 4, I’m not the one to advocate for man peace but please put that man out of his misery. 

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Horror characters w/ a child in the school musical

Notes: In honor of my school's drama club being shut down and me having to go to my neighboring school. (You can tell I have favorites ;))

Includes: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Mama Firefly, Choptop Sawyer, Billy and Stu, Carrie White, Hannibal Lecter (and Will Graham), Beetlejuice, Micheal Myers (A bit RZ), The Lost Boys,

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Otis Driftwood

The fact that you even have to go to school is a problem to him. With his whole "I hate rules" get up, did you really think he'd want you going to some crummy government public school? He literally hates everything about it..

But... it would be suspicious if you didn't go to school, considering some people in the neighboring town knew there was a kid in the house..

When you bring up wanting to be in your school's musical?

He's all for it, wether you're a little kid or a teenager, surprisingly.

I think he'd be into the idea since he himself is very artsy, he sees it as his kiddo trying to express themselves, and he's all for it.

Especially if you are also in charge of the set (My school's was five people so I always did set), he's so excited to see what you come up with, even if it boringly lacks and pain and suffering.

He won't clean up to come watch it, he will genuinely show up with his matty white hair under his oddly stained cowboy hat, his 'burn this flag' tank top, dirty boots.. he gets odd looks, no one sits next to him or the family, murmuring that they stink.

he's so proud.

"______, do you know who that guy in the front row who keeps grimacing is in the cowboy hat? He's scaring off our audience,"

"That's my dad :)"

Baby Firefly

Oh, she is EXCITED

As a performer herself, coughcoughthefloorshowcoughcough,

If this is a highschool show, she gets into alllll the drama. All the petty fights, tantrums, affairs going on, all the juicy shit that happens during musical season. Perfect person to bitch with about it.

She will come to every single one of the shows, she tells people to come constantly.

She'd have you practice in front of victims as an "audience,"

She is so thrilled, this is the funnest thing ever to her.

Gushes over the costumes

If you don't get a lead you really wanted, she is just as petty as you are about it.

Opening night, she'll give you a boquet of flowers she totally didn't steal before hand.

The best drama mama!

"She's such a bitch, who's she think she is, huh? You deserved that role much more than them, god what a whore."

"Tell me about it,"

Mama Firefly

Aw, she thinks its so dear.

It's been a long time since she had a little one in the home, she's excited to do things that actually make her feel like a mom again.

Supports you in any way you need, practice running late? She's packed you a sandwich and an extra water. Need help going over a scene? Well, she'll try her damn best!

I feel she'd be the type of mom to help make her kids costume if it fell on the kids shoulder

She is so excited to see it when it comes time, she drags R.J, Otis, and Baby (sorry Tiny) out of the home to go see it

She dresses up all nice and fights her way to the front row

She cheers loudly for you.

"Do we have to be here?" Otis grumbled, "Yes, this is your little sibling, now hush it's startin'"

Chop-Top Sawyer

Oh god it's a mess,

it's not that he's not excited, he's very excited his spitfire is into music just like him

but that's the problem, he's too excited.

It's not like he can just... come and watch-

He's not exactly normal, y'know.

Now this could go two different ways,

1. He doesn't go watch, but makes Drayton go and record it so he can watch it himself (if he cares enough by then)

2. He goes and causes a scene and you both just blame it on his Vietnam PTSD which gets you both a lot of sympathy points.

If he does get to go, he freaks a lot of people out. He wears his wig, assuming they replaced his Sonny Bono wig, but is constantly digging at his plate with his tongue just..sticking out. Plus he talks funny and stinks and- god people are trying to figure out who this loud creeper is and why he's here..

Then they see him at the end of the show...standing with you. Gossip spreads quickly..

Some who refuse to believe it, mistake Drayton as your father at the end of the show.

"Hello, I'm assuming your ______'s father? I wanted to tell you just how talented-" "Oh! Hey Mister Johnson, I see you've met my uncle Drayton," "Uncle?" "Yeah, this is my dad," "Oh...Uhm..." "Hi *heavy breathing*" "Forgive him, he's still adjusting from 'Nam."

Billy and Stu

They are both so incredibly normal about your interests

So I'm like conflicted cause one part of me wants to believe that they don't really care all that much but the other part of me that recognizes them as huge nerds is wielding a sword.

Shut up, Stu had a musical phase in middle school, FIGHT ME.

Stu is definitely more excited than Billy is

and it's not that Billy's not excited, Stu just shows it more than Billy.

100% flexible with your schedule, they take turns dropping you off and picking you up if you can't drive.

Stu uses it as an excuse to get out of stuff.

"Sorry, can't, gotta take chick-pea to practice tonight, yeah sooo sorry."

Billy is the type to get volunteered by you if big pieces of the set need done and no one else will do it.

He'll grumble, but it will be done.

Stu donates a lot of money towards the program, half in attempts to get the director to favorite you and give you parts you want.

Stu and Billy come to every show, all of them, without fail.

This is important to you, and you're important to them, so this is important to them.

Stu is so hype on opening night, giving you a pep-talk all day before you go to get ready.

They are so proud of you when the show is over, and will both help you out of that after show slumps.

"C'mon baby, what was the name of the lead your the understudy for?" "Kelly?" "No, Chick-pea, the name of the actor..." "Guys- no."

Carrie White

stop she's so proud of you,

even if you don't end up with a big part, she's so proud that you have the confidence to do something she would have never dared to of done when she was young.

She might even be involved? I could see her making costumes- I mean, she made her prom dress and that shit was stunning.

I think she'd be more partial to you doing activities such as music or band or some form of art over sports.

The arts are just a lot less dangerous than sports, she just wants you to be safe. But she also wants you to be happy.

She will come to every single show,

She'd be the mom to help you go over lines if you needed to as well, or offer to try and help practice a dance you needed to learn.

She definitely cries watching you up on stage,

will get you the prettiest flowers and tell all your co-stars that they did such a good job.

"Mama, can you help me with this scene? I just need you to read for Yente," "Of course honey, where do you want me to start?:)"

Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham,

First off, you go to a private school. No kin of Lecter's is going to be caught dead in a public school.

He is rather thrilled when you mention performing for the school, he does love the arts after all.

Whatever you want and or need, singing lessons, dancing lessons, acting classes, whatever you want.

He will dress up for the occasion, he brings Will as well who is way under dressed, but it's always nice to see him.

I don't think Hannibal would come to every show, sometimes his appointments run late, he has a lot to do, but he will come if you have a parents night and he will come see the opening show.

If anything, Will might try and make all of them if you two are close, he knows what it's like not to have a parent show up to something so important.

Hannibal would make food for a cast party if you had one after.

No there are no people in it.

Hannibal has DVD's of all of the shows you have ever done and whips them out ALL THE TIME... The first time Will even heard of you-

"Hannibal, what are all these DVD's? Why are they labeled '_____'?" "Hm? Oh. _______ is my child, those are their performance videos." "you have a kid-" "They do musical theater, sit down, we shall watch the films." "you have...a kid-"

Beetlejuice

He's actually so upset that he can't come watch your show physically.

It's okay- there's a recorded version for him. He'll feel less bad.

He LOVES performing so this is actually perfect, but of course it is! You're his little ghoul.

He actually already knows the whole show so he is very good at helping you practice.

"Aw- toots- you're almost as good as me. Almost."

Micheal Myers (Slight RZ)

Like most things, he's indifferent.

Good luck getting him to come see even one of your shows.

He shows interest in your little hobby when you talk about it, sit next to him and talk about the show as he makes his masks. He listens.

Now.. If he does come see a show? He will only see one, most likely the last one as they are less packed (less likely anyone will recognize him,)

He'll wear a medical mask, his hair mostly covering the rest of his face, he sits in the very back.

He's slightly warmed at just how much the act meant to you.

Your director will approach you after seeing you hug the very tall man with the long hair and covered face, as he just pat you haphazardly on the head before leaving.

"______, someone you know?" "uh huh, that's my dad." "Your dad.. huh.. he seems very quiet." "Yeah, he don't say very much. I didn't think he was gonna come." "Well, I'm glad he did." "yeah, me too."

The Lost Boys

obviously, if you're going to school, you're a human still.

The only way they could come see your show would be if it was late in the evening, and they would probably show up late.

They're very happy for you and want to support you! It's just difficult with them being vampires.

Paul and Marko definitely get a kick out of acting out scenes from your script with you.

Dwayne is interested in the storyline, he also enjoys watching you act. You're in your element, it's like you're a different person.

David, on the other hand, is just amused that you're into all this stuff. It's not that he thinks its dumb or anything, he thinks you do a great job, it's just not really his scene, y'know.

But, you're their baby bat, they'd literally do anything for you, so as you're up on stage during the third song and see a blur of leather jackets and mullets sitting in the back, you can't help but smile.

"God- why are the guys from the board walk here." "They're my family :)" 'HUH-"

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BIRTHDAY CAKE - CHRIS EVANS

WARNING/S: Implied smut, Chris being adorable… that needs a warning, right??

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A loud crash comes from the kitchen, ripping you from your sleep. As soon as your brain registers its sudden return to consciousness, you groan loudly in protest and rub your eyes before reaching over to get phone from the bedside table and check the time.

It's just after ten.

You let out another groan as you stretch your entire body out before relaxing back into your boyfriend's king-sized bed.

You came back to Boston with him at the start of quarantine. Both of you were out of work with the film, and basically every other nonessential, industry being shut down so there was no real reason you had to stay in LA.

That was three months ago now and honestly, you both love living together. So much so that last week he asked you if you wanted to make it permanent. Of course, you'd said yes. The two of you had just slotted into each other's routines and quirks so seamlessly it was like you'd been living together for years. Your two-year relationship has never been stronger.

You're pulled out of your thoughts by another loud crash.

"Damn it" you hear him say, sounding extremely frustrated.

"What the hell is he doing?" you say to yourself as you get up and throw on his shirt from yesterday before heading out to see what all the commotion was about.

Pressing your lips together, you hold back a laugh as you lean against the door frame and take in the sight in front of you.

The kitchen is a complete disaster. Flour is everywhere. The floor, the counter... Chris.

Lord knows what he's trying to do.

"What happened in here?" you ask, causing him to jump and quickly try to hide what he's doing behind his back.

"I thought you were asleep" he says, brushing away the flour from the front of his shirt.

"I was"

"Fuck... I woke you up, didn't I?"

"Yeah"

"I'm sorry"

"It's OK. What are you doing?"

"Nothing"

"Then why are you trying to hide baking supplies behind you?"

"Well... it's your birthday"

"Go on"

"I'm trying to bake you a birthday cake"

"Chris...

"I don't remember it being this hard when I helped Ma as a kid"

"That's because Mama Evans is an amazing baker and did all the work while simultaneously making you think you were helping"

You make your way over to him and brush the flour he's somehow managed to get in his hair before sitting on the bench opposite him.

"You, my love, are a man of many talents but cooking and baking isn't really one of them" you tell him as you rest your arms on his shoulders and play with the hair at the back of his neck.

"I make a mean pesto egg, everyone loves them" he says, wearing the cute pout you love.

"They are an exception"

"I should have just got a box mix, I know I can't fuck that up"

"You went to all this effort just for me, you have no idea how much that means"

"We're stuck in lockdown and your family's on the other side of the country. I just... I wanted to make your day special"

"You make all my days special" you tell him quietly as a smile spreads across your face. You've never met anyone as loving as him. You don't know what you did to deserve him in your life, but you thank whatever greater power is responsible every single day that he is.

"I wanted today to be extra special. It's not every day that you turn thirty" he says with a shit eating grin that makes you roll your eyes.

"Urghhh, don't remind me"

"Hey, how to you think I feel, I'm the big four zero next year"

"I thought we were talking about me"

"We are, I was just saying"

"I can help, with the cake"

"Nope, it's your day".

"Is that so?"

"Yes"

"So does that mean I get to do whatever I want?"

"Yep"

"Then, I'm going to remove my boyfriend's shirt in the middle of the kitchen so he doesn't make a mess on the way to the bedroom".

"And why am I going to the bedroom exactly?"

"Because it's my birthday and I want my man to eat me out then rail me into the bed until I can't remember my own name"

"Well, in that case" he says with a smirk as he lifts his arms up like a child, making you laugh before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head.

You lean forward and kiss his chest as he takes his shirt from you and blindly throws it over his shoulder into the pile of flour on the counter.

He takes your face and kisses you, hard, before sliding his hands down your back to your hips and pulling you close, your chests flush with each other.

You let out a quiet moan as he starts pressing open mouthed kisses up your neck, wrapping your legs around his waist when he sinks his teeth into your skin before tracing it with his tongue to soothe the sting.

He knows exactly what to do to make you come undone in 0.5 seconds.

"Fuck, Chris" you gasp, threading you fingers into his hair as he sucks a bruise onto your flesh. You pull his hair, bringing his face back to yours and kissing him.

He pulls away with a grin, making you whimper and follow him, trying to lock lips again.

With a chuckle he puts his hands under your thighs and lifts you off the bench, throwing yo over his shoulder.

"Chris!" you squeal as he starts heading towards the bedroom, Dodger following right behind him.

"No Bub. Trust me, you don't want to see what I'm about to do" he tells your fur baby, slapping you ass as if to prove a point, making you squeal again.

It's about to be the best birthday ever...

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INDIGO

Part 2

Southern!Jason Todd x Reader

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Your smirk softens into a smile and you hum in understanding.

"Good. I'm glad to hear you're staying out of trouble." You tell him warmly.

"I was.." you trail off briefly. "I always worried about you. Growing up, I mean, I always worried."

Jason's expression softens at your words.

"You worried about me, huh?" He lets out a small chuckle and shakes his head, but the amusement doesn't reach his eyes.

"You always were a big softie for the messed up kids."

You laugh at the comment, it comes out as more of a huff through your nose.

"Guess I take after my mama in that sense." You tease affectionately.

Jason's lips curl at your response, his green eyes sparkling with a hint of playfulness.

"Yeah, your mama always had a big heart. Too big for her own good, I swear."

There's a pause as his expression softens a bit.

"She was a good woman." He adds quietly.

There's an intense bubbling of emotions that forms in your stomach, tears threatening to prick your eyes. You have to clear your throat to try to get rid of the lump that's formed there.

"Yeah, she was." You respond. It's quiet, almost a whisper.

"Anyhoo," you look off to the street where a few cars pass by. "I should probably head out. Want to get to the property before it gets dark."

Jason nods in understanding, his expression sympathetic. "Yeah, sure. You head out, and uh..."

He hesitates for a moment, before moving around to the driver's side of his truck. He roots around and finds a half dead Sharpie and an old receipt.

"Here." He holds out the paper, a phone number scribbled on it messily.

"If you need anything, you can call me. I mean that. Don't be a stranger."

You take the paper carefully, your fingertips brushing against his.

"Thanks, Jason." You smile genuinely at the gesture, touched that he cares enough to even offer his number.

"And you-" you hesitate, your eyes darting away from his face.

"You can... call me too. Okay? My parents still got the same house number, so..."

Jason feels a strange fluttering in his stomach at the brush of your fingertips, a feeling that he hasn't experienced in years. He forces himself to tamp down on it, reminding himself that it's just the nostalgia of seeing an old friend. Nothing more.

"I'll keep that in mind."

He gives you a nod and a small smirk, but there's a hint of sincerity in his eyes.

"Take care now."

______________

The house stood there, a silent sentinel in the middle of nowhere. The paint was peeling from the weather, and the lawn was overgrown and wild. But it was still the same old place you grew up in.

The front door creaked loudly as you opened it, revealing the musty scent of dust and memories. The interior was just as you remembered — the old floral couch and mismatched recliners, the creaky wooden porch stairs, and the wallpaper that was peeling in the corner of the living room.

Your next few days were spent cleaning the house. Going through rooms upon rooms of memories and belongings. Old boxes full of photos and old birthday cards. Some moments are easier than others.

And of course, per your luck, your parent's old in window air conditioner decides to bite the dust on the hottest day of the week.

You attempt to fix it yourself, your dad taught you how to work on a couple of things back when you were kid. But it's too hot, you're overwhelmed with emotions, and it's just too much. So with tears in your eyes you grab that crumbled up receipt and dial Jason's number.

[doukeshi-kun]

𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢

content ⨳ fluff, family scenario, fem!reader, oc kids: yuri (first son), mari (second daughter), karol (little gremlin)

notes ⨳ dedicated for homies in discord and especially @quansoda! we love dad nikolai and bsd dads agenda ehe ❤️ p/s, you're also the baby mama and this might seem unpolished and all lol im tryna escape the burnt-out

“Alright, kids. Who wants ice cream?”

“Me!” “Me.”

Yuri and Mari who are sitting at the back immediately raise their arms. Karol on the other hand is sleeping on your lap. He almost cries because he doesn't like sitting in the middle of the back seat. So you prompted to settle him down on your lap instead and now he's oddly sleeping peacefully despite the nauseous drive — uh, only Yuri is nauseous.

“We're gonna get ice cream?” you ask your husband who has been driving the car for almost an hour and a half now. The journey still has around three hours to go.

Nikolai grins. “Yurochka looks too fatigued,” he says slowly, just so his first son won't hear him. You try to get a peek at Yuri who sits behind you but your movement is limited since Karol is sleeping.

“Yuri, do you want water?” you ask.

“It's okay, mom...” you hear his voice. He tries to make himself sound like everything is fine but you and Nikolai can clearly tell he feels nauseous because of the ride.

Within five minutes, Nikolai stops by a rest and service area, complete with many open premises and petrol stations. The rest stop is not crowded with people, so he finds parking just quickly.

“Mama...” Karol shifts in your lap as he wakes up. You smile and pat his back.

“We're gonna get ice cream, Karol,” you say and his eyes gleam almost immediately. He hugs you and tries to open the car door in excitement.

“Kuh-kream! Ice cream!”

“Okay, okay! Don't run, Karol— Oh my Goodness!”

Leaving you dealing with the chaotic little gremlin — he actually opens the door and almost falls face down first — Nikolai goes to open the back seat door. He helps Mari to get out, as well as Yuri.

Nikolai crouches in front of Mari, fixing her blouse and ponytail, as well as her glittering purple pouch sling on her body. Yuri is just standing close to him, keeping an eye on you and Karol who are in minor chaos.

“Yurochka.”

Yuri turns to his dad and Nikolai grins at him before he brushes Yuri's hair, purposely messing it just to have Yuri pushes his hand away. “You good, Yurochka?” he asks and Yuri flashes him a regretful look. Yuri shakes his head and Nikolai nods. He reaches to Yuri's hair again, now styling it like a government secretary's hairstyle, which makes Yuri sighs at his dad's teasing.

“After this stop, you will sit at the front, 'kay?”

“What about mom?” Yuri asks. Coincidentally, you and Karol finally get to the three, with Karol hopping joyfully. Your face looks like you just overcame a war. Yuri huffs and smacks the back of Karol's head lightly.

“Ack!”

“Behave.”

“Behave!” Mari points her finger at Karol, supporting her brother but the youngest clenches his tiny cheeky fist before he bites Mari's finger. “Waaa!”

You pull Karol back and Nikolai gets to Mari. You sigh when Karol just giggling like some sort of villain character in one of his cartoons. You look at Nikolai. “He's very like you.”

“What? Darling, that's very offensive!” Nikolai clutches his chest, seeming to be offended by your remarks. Yuri scrunches his nose, seeing his dramatic dad. Without even saying anything, Nikolai knows Yuri is judging him very hard right now.

With Mari holding Nikolai's hand, Karol in his arm and Yuri holding your hand, all of you walk to the rest stop. Nikolai leads you to a cafe that serves waffles, ice cream and some drinks. You find a table just enough for your family of five near the window.

“What do you want to eat, kids?” Nikolai asks before he hooks his sunglasses on the collar of his shirt.

“The pink ice cream!” Mari says, giving Nikolai a fake pink card to him — as if she's paying.

“The choco waffle with vanilla ice cream,” Yuri says after he looks at the menu board at the counter.

“I'll take whatever you take,” you reply as you are braiding Mari's hair.

“Aaa... kreammm!” Karol.

Nikolai nods as Karol makes a biting gesture with his hands on Nikolai's hand — acting as if his fingers are dinosaurs' teeth. He twirls Mari's 'credit' card in his fingers as he looks at the menu. Swaying his hand gently from Karol, he walks to the counter to order. Having nothing to bother, Karol repeats the action at Yuri's arm instead.

“Mom,” Yuri calls you who are accessorising Mari's hair with pins and ribbons. You hum, looking at him. He is just letting Karol play with his arm. “Dad says he wants me to sit at the front...”

“Oh. Sure, Yuri. You can sit at the front.”

“But...”

“Yuri, you don't feel good sitting at the back, right? So, sit at the front later. Besides, dad can look after you. Or me, if I'm driving after this.” you say softly. Yuri looks at you and nods — he always listens to you the most.

Mari looks at her brother and raises her body on the table. “Yurochka, are you sick?” she asks, concerned. She reaches to Yuri to feel his forehead but ends up palming his face instead.

“No! I'm not sick.” Yuri moves Mari's hand, pouting.

Several minutes later, Nikolai returns with a tray of two plates of waffles, three drinks and two ice cream. Mari and Karol are quick to reach their ice cream and Yuri knows well to sit beside you so he can enjoy his choco waffles to himself. Nikolai gets both of you the same coffee and a plate of waffles to share.

“Pa! Naaaa!” Karol tries to feed Nikolai his chocolate ice cream which Nikolai gladly opens his mouth to, only for the spoon to land at the corner of his lips, smearing some chocolate.

You chuckle when Nikolai looks at Karol with a judging face. He turns to you, pouting. “What are you laughing at? Clean me.” he shakes your arm, making you chuckle more.

“Aren't you too old to not be able to clean yourself?” you tease, wiping the ice cream with your thumb. Nikolai snickers as he licks your thumb shortly, just fast enough that the kids do not even notice — but you notice.

“Tsk. Playful,” you grumble, shyly. Before you can pull away, Nikolai grabs your wrist, kissing it before he rests his cheek on your hand.

“I'm tired...” he mumbles. Since you two are sitting side by side at the round table, it allows you to talk with Nikolai personally. You look at your husband and it's clear that he is quite tired of driving — also adding with how he came home late the night before the journey, he oughts to get some sleep.

“I'll drive later. You, sit at the back and take care of Karol and Mari,” you say tenderly, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. Nikolai smiles at the kiss, laughing softly — his laugh is just contagious, even if it's short and simple, and that's what makes you love to be around him. He makes you smile too easily too.

Not to mention, his voice is just the best.

“Mari is easy to take care of. My hardship begins when Karol wants to slop on my head like a koala to sleep.” Nikolai comments as he takes a piece of small waffles from the plate and feeds it to you.

“Well, if I'm a koala, I want to sleep on your head too,” you say before you reach his hair, brushing your hand against his white soft locks. “Soft... fluffy... and fragrant.” you tighten your hold on him, trailing your hands to his cheeks, squishing him as you glimmer with apparent happiness in your face.

“My husband is so cute.”

Squishing his face so his lips would pucker, you take a quick chance to peck his lips before releasing him. Nikolai's face is completely basked in a crimson hue, flustered by your aggressive affection. It's often him who does that to you, so receiving it himself makes him feel giddy inside.

“I love you too...” Nikolai says, slow enough only for you to hear. He cannot help himself from smiling and shifting in his chair like he just met his first crush. The sweet waffle cannot make him forget about the sweet short kiss of yours and the warm coffee cannot calm the fluttering butterflies in his stomach.

“Ugh, adults.” Yuri grunts.

“Shush, Yurochka. You can't even cut a potato.”

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[werepuppy-steve]

pre-steddie | wc: 649 | cw: brief mention of playground bullying

faceclaim for eddie's mom is under the cut!

he doesn't remember much of his parents, but eddie's seen enough pictures to know he gets most of his looks from his daddy. his brown eyes and a head of thick dark hair. skin that tans easy if he's out in the sun for too long. the thompson jeans run strong in him, but he's got the munson ears.

eddie's got his mama's ears.

big and poking out from under her hair, they almost make her look like a fairy, with her round, almond colored eyes and soft expression that matches his. kids used to call him dumbo when he was younger, when his hair was buzzed and his ears were on display for the world to see. used to tug on them and twist them and say mean things about them.

s'why he never puts his hair up now, even in the sweltering heat of indiana summers. the closest he's come is messily tying it into a low bun when he's in a hurry and needs it out of his face, but his ears are still covered.

this particular summer afternoon is no exception, only he's in his room and this trailer's a/c works fine, unlike the old one, but old habits die hard. windows and doors are left open with fans running to cool the place down. he's working through a new song and doesn't hear steve's beemer pull up in the drive, or hear him call out when he's in the trailer. completely forgets they're supposed to hang out after steve's shift.

"eds, you in here-"

eddie's head snaps up in surprise and an easy grin slides on his face. "hey, darlin'," he greets. he gestures to his bed, a mess of balled up papers and his guitar. "sorry, i forgot you were coming over. you okay?"

steve hasn't moved from the doorway. his mouth is open in a small 'o' and his eyebrows are raised. he looks surprised.

"your hair is up..."

eddie's stomach and smile drop. he reaches up for the claw clip that's holding his mane and shakes it out, hides himself. he doesn't want to meet steve's face.

"i've never seen your ears before," steve says quietly, not unkindly, but eddie can't stop the way he snarls and bares his teeth, like a cornered animal trying to protect itself.

"what, you gonna make fun of me, too?"

he pulls his hair in front of his face and ducks his head. tears prick his eyes and his stomach knots. he hears steve come closer and feels the bed dip by his knee.

"i'm not gonna make fun of you, eds." a finger under his chin tilts his head up and steve gently pulls his hand away from his hair. steve smiles gently as he cups eddie's cheek, fingers brushing eddie's left ear. "just surprised me, is all. i don't think there's anything to make fun of."

eddie frowns. "you mean you're not going to tease me and call me dumbo, push me off the top of the jungle gym to see if i can fly?"

steve's brow furrows. his eyes flash with something eddie would like to believe is anger on his behalf. "someone pushed you off the jungle gym?"

"third grade, at recess."

steve takes a deep breath and his face softens in the exhale. he shakes his head. "i can promise you i won't do any of that." he tilts his head, tracing the edge of eddie's ear. "i think they're cute, actually."

eddie snorts.

"i do," steve insists. "they're a part of you, and you're cute. probably looked real adorable when you were a kid."

eddie tries to ignore the fluttering in his chest at that and playfully pushes him away. "shut up, dude."

he doesn't put his hair back up, but he does tuck it behind his ears for the rest of the day.

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[rorywritesjunk]

(I'm currently taking a Child's Safety class at my job and half the time I was mentally writing this)

The silence was deafening.

The three year old and five year old had been playing loudly in the main bedroom while Sunny tidied up, stripping bedding and picking up toys that were scattered about. The kids had been bouncing around on Sunny and Buggy's mattress while she was in the room next to it, listening in to make sure they were okay. They were laughing and squealing with each jump, the bed and mattress creaking underneath.

Except she got a little too distracted organizing Silver and Gold's toys that when she realized there was no noise coming from the room she panicked. She stopped what she was doing and hurried over to the room, hoping they were okay, but the sight before her stopped her in her tracks.

In the five minutes she wasn't listening, Gold and Silver went over to Buggy's vanity, emptied several drawers, and now Silver was sitting in front of her brother as he tried to draw on her face.

The sight was very cute but Sunny was concerned about how her husband was going to react. That was all of his makeup on the floor, various containers open, contents spilled and smeared everywhere.

She had to take a deep breath to keep from reacting herself before she went to find her husband.

Buggy was busy looking over some maps in his office, grumbling about some of the crayon marks on them. The kids had gotten a hold of them and he didn't know how but he wasn't very happy about it.

"Honey?"

He looked up with a frown, seeing his wife in the doorway with a grin on her face. He blinked in confusion for a moment, wondering why she was looking at him like that, but she made her way over to him and kissed him on the forehead.

"I need you to come see something but I don't want you getting mad."

"What happened now?" He sighed, already dreading what she was about to say.

"Promise you won't get mad at them, Buggy. We can scold them but they won't understand what they did was wrong."

He groaned and stood up, wondering what he was about to walk into. Sunny led him back to their room and he stopped in his tracks.

By now Silver had a colorful face with the different colors Gold had used, and the little boy was now trying to draw designs on his own face without a mirror. Buggy's eyes went from his kids to the mess before his shoulders dropped and he sighed in defeat. The kids looked up when they heard them, their faces lighting up.

"We look like daddy!" Gold announced.

"Daddy!" Silver agreed as she lifted her arms up to him.

Sunny watched her husband for a reaction. He could only stare down at them before he walked past them and went over to the wardrobe, opening it to rummage around. Sunny took a seat on the floor beside her daughter, lifting the little girl into her lap as Buggy came back with something in his hand. He sighed and held it out for Sunny to see.

"I was going to give these little monsters their own kits to destroy so this didn't happen." He said as he sat down, trying not to focus on the destruction of his makeup. Some of it was brand new while some was headed for the trash. He was... He was upset. He knew parenthood was going to be hard but he knew he couldn't get too mad at them. They were still so little and he didn't want his children scared of him.

"Oh, Buggy." Sunny scooted closer to him and kissed him on the cheek. He cleared his throat as his cheeks pinked and he turned his attention back to his son.

"Now, if you wanted to wear this stuff you shoulda asked, you little monsters." Buggy said as he looked over his son's face. It wasn't that bad. He licked his thumb to correct some of the lines. "I bought you your own stuff though, so next time use that, got it?"

"Daddy, can I do yours?" Gold asked as he held up the red pigment stick. Buggy shook his head and Gold's face fell, but his dad pointed at Sunny.

"No, but practice on Mama. She doesn't know how to do this stuff."

"Now, hang on-"

"I think it's fair since this happened while she was watching you." Buggy continued with a smug look on his face. He pulled his son into his lap and turned him to face Sunny. She looked unsure about this but Buggy just grinned.

Really, he couldn't be too mad at the kids. They did spend most of their mornings with him as he got ready after all, watching their daddy get ready for a day of piracy with his makeup freshly done. And it was pretty cute seeing blonde versions of himself watching as their mama got her makeup done. He couldn't help but give his son direction, eventually pulling Silver into his lap so she could help out. Buggy enjoyed giving his red pigment stick to her to put on Sunny and he snickered as the little girl drew wiggly lines all around Sunny's mouth.

"All done!" Gold announced as he looked up at Buggy.

"Done!" Silver chimed in. Sunny sighed and grabbed a little compact mirror off the floor to look at. She wondered how easy this was to wash off but she wasn't going to say anything that would wipe the smiles off her children's faces.

"Well, look at that, spending all those mornings with daddy really paid off." Sunny said as she turned her head to the side, admiring the work they did. Red squiggly mouth, uneven blue lines around her eyes, and a half drawn set of bones on her forehead. "I like how you copied daddy's look. Good job!"

~

That night, after the kids were bathed and put to bed, Buggy helped his wife clean her own face off, using a homemade solution of coconut oil to get every little bit off.

"I say this a lot but you're a good dad." Sunny told him as he worked carefully around her eyes.

"Yea, well..." He trailed off, face turning red as he distracted himself. "Can't help but be the best at everything, you know."

"So humble." She hummed as he finished cleaning her face. "I mean it. I know you had concerns about this sort of thing but I'm proud of how you handled this."

Buggy shrugged, wiping his hands with a towel to clean off the oil. That was still a concern of his. He still wondered if there would be a day where he screams and loses his temper at his kids in a way to make them scared of him. He didn't want that.

She smiled and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. "And you were so cute with them as you helped them put the makeup on me. You were so sweet and gentle. I loved watching the three of you."

He kept quiet, letting the praise sink in, his face burning red as he looked up at her.

"Babe?"

"Yes, honey?"

He cleared his throat and scratched his cheek. "I want another one."

[richieshepard]

Hiiii

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3. i trusted you — valiant service

That's the terrible thing about all of this: that Dallas had trusted Ponyboy with himself, totally. That he had trusted someone who he shouldn't have, and now he has to stand in front of Texas, angry and ashamed.

Texas says, It's your mess. You clean it up.

Texas says, You don't clean this up, you don't get to live here anymore.

Behind him, he can feel Ace thinking I told you.

Dallas just sets his jaw, and thinks of how he can track down that Marshal and put a bullet between his eyes. Even if his hand shakes, even if he feels like throwing up, even if he keeps dreaming about that smile in his bed.

10. righteous — greekverse

Pelops regards the young man in front of him. He can't be more than twenty years old, and the gaunt look on his face tells him everything about how he feels about this moment. It's not a position he envies, having to deal with a dead parent and a dying parent. The weight of brothers he has to care about.

And at the same time, Pelops has not gotten this far in life by being pulled under by other people's circumstances. He's gotten this far by seeing them, and using them to his advantage as best he can. When it comes to his family?

Pelops smiles at Darry, disarming and cordial as any old man can be. "I understand you're in a lot of pain right now. I know some of what that's like."

Darry looks at him, surprised and scared and Pelops knows that he won't feel any guilt over his actions here. Not when he knows he's so young that there is no feasible way he could truly care for Ponyboy in the way he deserves.

All he wants is his grandson back. And if Darry Curtis has to be tricked into it, so be it.

38. soak — trampsverse

Ponyboy groans when he sinks into the bathtub, feeling exhausted. The baby kicks in apparent agreement with the warmth, Ponyboy leaning back as he enjoys it. His hair just won't stop growing, and he just does his best to pull it behind him as he hears Dallas and Ace moving around outside the bathroom. Ever since the move here to New York City, Ace has been doing everything he can to come over no matter what.

It's only after Ponyboy announced his pregnancy that Ace has gotten somewhat better behaved, though. Most of the time, Ponyboy was a little irritated with his insistence, with how he clearly still doesn't like Ponyboy despite things.

And yet, in the past few months, he's been on his best behavior: telling the neighborhood kids to leave Ponyboy alone, taking in the groceries whenever Ponyboy has struggled, even telling Dallas to calm down a time or two whenever Ponyboy has gotten dizzy or tired.

It's fucking weird and he's sure it has more to do with the baby than himself.

But hell, as he pulls his book to himself, he might as well enjoy it.

41. comfort food — red scare au

Soda sighs as he sits across from Ponyboy, half grumbling. "Still haven't had chocolate in months. These rations are so damn tight right now."

Chris looks at him curiously from Ponyboy's side, cocking his head. "What rations? Mama always gets chocolate."

In the restaurant, Ponyboy feels his ears growing red at the admission. "It's stuff we just saved," he lies immediately, hoping Soda won't notice.

[spideycatt]

Pretty n' Pink || 42!M.M x BlackFem!Reader

Synopsis:

New school, new people, new relationships

Word Count: 1.8k (wow!)

Song Recs: Talk that Talk // TWICE, RUN2U // stayc, Big flirt // lil hero, Super Bass // Nicki Minaj, Into you // Ariana Grande

Warnings: Crude language, bullying (me projecting (≧◡≦)), Miles is an asshole for 1 second, BLACK reader, 80% angst 20% fluff

Not rlly warnings: Reader is small n chubby, making out, we’re gonna act like they don’t have to wear blazers all the time lol

Lmk if I missed something!!

A/N: I spent so long writing and editing it was insane. I've been writing since June 26 (*￣▽￣). Literally writing one day, rewriting the next, writing and rewriting, writing and rewriting. AND I'm still not sure if I'm fucking w/ the results... but I'ma still post it cuz mama aint raise no punk!!

Moving to a new school in the middle of the year is never easy for anyone. You cried while packing up, you cried on the ride to New York, you cried while unpacking, and cried on the way to your new school, Visions Academy. Saying you were scared was an understatement.. You only moved because your mom got a new job at some science place, but also because you were horribly bullied at your old school.

Everyone made fun of you for the way you dressed, pink hair-clips all over your colorful braids, hello kitty sweaters and fun makeup looks. You once wore some cute leg warmers to school, what happened to you that day made you vow to never wear them again.

You knew you wouldn't get made fun of every time you left the house, but man going to school made you want to cower in your house forever.

But alas, here you are putting your up hair with your favorite heart-shaped claw-clip. You sniffled lightly as you line your lips and put on your Fenty lip gloss. You wipe your tears away, careful not to mess up your lashes. Grabbing your light pink messenger bag, you sling it over your shoulder and walk out the front door, making your way to school.

The more you walk the faster your heart beats. You weren't as nervous as you were when you first moved here, but you were still feeling a little anxious as you walk onto school grounds. Sighing when you realize there was no time to set up your locker, you try to hype yourself up as make your way through the sea of students to get to your homeroom.

Luckily, the school required uniforms, so even if kids were to make fun of you it shouldn't be that bad. You only had some cute accessories here and there, and a white cardigan with hello kitty over your heart.

You weren't even halfway to the class when someone bumped into your shoulder, causing you to drop all the books you held in your hands. You take a deep breath looking at whoever this boy was, trying to calm yourself down.

'It's ok, it was probably just an accident. You're fine.'

"Watch it, pinkie pie!" He yelled behind him as he walked away, laughing with his goons following behind him. So much for an accident.

'"Wow, how original." You spoke to yourself, trying to ignore all the stares you were getting as you picked your stuff up.

You rush to your class, already wishing the school day was over. And just your luck, the bell rang signaling you were late.

You made it to class a few seconds later, drawing everyone's attention to you. You walk over to the teacher's desk with your head pointed down, speaking softly.

"Hi, I'm y/n I just transferred."

The teacher looked at you uninterestedly, before speaking loudly.

"Class, this is y/n from, Georgia? Was it? Doesn't matter, she needs time to adjust, so everyone be nice to the poor girl. You can go sit next to..." She trailed off, looking around for a place to seat you.

"Sit next to Miles. Miles raise your hand."

You looked up to see a boy with two long braids raise his hand in the back of the class, honestly looking quite bored. You nod as you scurry to the empty seat next to him, taking out a piece of paper and your favorite gel pen. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Miles staring at you.

"What?" You whisper at him, trying not to draw more attention to yourself.

He blinks at you. "You the girl who dropped her books earlier?"

"Does it happen a lot or something?" You scoff at him, drawing cute little doodles to match the lesson title.

"Nah, I guess that was a dumb question." He replied, looking forward.

"Why do you ask anyway? Trying to rub salt in the wound?" You argue, looking at your hello kitty-themed nails.

"Miles, y/n. Please." Your teacher interrupted, making the class snicker.

You hide your face in your hands, silently groaning before Miles slid a note your way.

'Sit with me at lunch?'

You glared at the paper, crumbling at and putting it to the side, giving your full attention to the lesson.

You made it through your first few weeks without any more bumps, and it was now a new month. Miles had become your only sorta-friend at this school, which you were grateful for. The boy was nice to you, unlike everyone else, who give you strange stares and whisper about you like you aren't there.

The calming melody of Apple Cider by Beabadoobee played softly in your headphones as you grab your lunch tray. Thanking the lunch lady before turning around to look for where you should sit today, you suddenly remember Miles had asked you to sit with him on your first day, in which you never did.

You start walking around, subtly looking around the cafeteria for the tall boy with long braids. You spot him quickly, watching him roll his eyes at something the boy in front of him said. Strolling to where he was, you bite back a smile when he turns around and notices you.

"What brings you over here, hm?." He smirked, standing up as you approach the table. You try to ignore how he towers over you.

"Well, I have nowhere else to sit." You shrug, looking at his friends who watch quietly. "Uh, hi.." You wave awkwardly, looking back up at Miles who smirked softly at you.

"You shy, chiquita?"

"Shut up."

His friends laugh, making you swallow thickly. 'Are they laughing at me?'

"Yo, pinkie!"

Someone shouted from the table, chuckling as you look up with fear in your eyes.

"Remember me you little cunt?"

It was the boy from your first day. You look up at Miles, silently pleading him to help you, and of course, he stayed quiet.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." You hear from beside Miles, the boy looked down at you with an angry expression. You didn't even realize he walked up to you.

"S-sorry." You whispered, looking at your pink converses.

"Yea you better be fucking sorry you fat freak." He said, pushing you into the ground, resulting in your lunch landing all over the floor. You try to stop the tears as everyone gasps and goes silent.

"Dude, chill." Miles finally speaks up.

You shake your head, "No Miles, it's fine. Have a good lunch." You say with a slight whimper to your voice, standing up to leave the cafeteria.

You sob, looking for somewhere to cool down, ignoring Miles calling your name.

"Pinkie! Wait!"

You steps falter, flinching at the nickname. You sigh deeply, wiping the tears off your face.

"What do you want, Miles."

"I'm sorry about him, he's been an asshole since like, 2nd grade." He huffed out, slowing down as he caught up to you.

You hummed.

"But you just sat there, so what does that make you?"

His silence answered for you.

"Right. This sucks, honestly, I thought we could've worked out." You say, walking off with a lump in your throat.

You kind of expected him to say something more, you don't know why, but you did. But all you were met with was silence.

You gasped as you feel Miles grab your hand and drag you into an empty classroom.

He closed the door harshly behind you guys, breathing heavy as he looked at your tear streaked face.

"What are you doing Miles— WOAh-" You stutter out as he hoists you up, putting your back against the door so you could be eye-level with him.

"Forgive me pretty girl.." He breathed out, rubbing your plush thighs with his thumbs.

"Miles, put me down."

"Nah ma I don't think I will."

"How... how do I know you won't hurt me..?" You whisper sadly, feeling the waterworks coming again.

"Trust me, I won't, baby." He moved to wipe away the tear that's fallen on your soft cheek, before moving in to lock lips with you.

You wanted to move away, you really did. But you trusted him for some reason, kissing back. The kiss got heated fast, you lock your legs together behind Miles as he pins you harder against the door, gripping your thighs harshly as he pulls away to speak.

"Let me treat you right, ma. Please. I'll take you out, I'll buy you anything you want. Let me protect you." He breathed out against your neck, making you sigh. You nod your head. Bringing his head up to connect lips again.

You sigh into his mouth as your tongues slide over one another, gripping onto his broad shoulders to keep yourself grounded. He turns around to place you on a desk. Hands roaming everywhere as he took your sweater off your body and unbutton your shirt a little to mouth at your collarbones. You let out a quiet noise as he moves back up to your lips, pushing you to lay on your back.

He caught both your wrists and wrapped one of his hands around them, pushing them onto your chest as his tongue seemed to move even deeper into your mouth. Man he was a good kisser.

You seperate with a string of saliva connecting your plump lips to his when the bell to go back to class rings. "Miles, lets go." You said as he places his head into your cleavage, sighing disappointedly at the fact that you guys had to go back to class.

He ended up buttoning up your shirt for you. Glancing at you every now and then to look at your swollen lips, smiling as he helped you off the desk and walked you to class.

You make it through the rest of the school day, smiling softly to yourself whenever you think of your heated moment with Miles.

You had Miles' hoodie on due to a giant stain on the side of your favorite sweater, playing with the strings as you write down some notes into your binder.

Everyone stared at you but you found yourself not caring anymore. Maybe you made the right choice.

You didn't expect to go to this new school and acquire a bodyguard for a boyfriend but here you were weeks later walking out of campus with Miles trailing behind you. You could've sworn you saw that one boy glaring at you from afar, but honestly, as long as Miles was with you there wasn't a problem.

"Hold on baby." Your boyfriend stopped you, kneeling on the ground to tie your shoelaces and fix your leg warmers. Honestly this was a whole new experience for you, never having this affection given to you by someone outside your family.

Miles pressed a kiss on your thigh as he finishes tying your shoes, standing up to fix the ribbon on your ponytail.

"Miles, you're acting like a mom right now." You say giggling, looking up at your boyfriend with heart eyes.

"Gotta make sure my baby lookin good." He replied quickly, leaning down to kiss your cheek. He pulled "C'mon, I saw a nice jean skirt I wanna see you in."

[jacksdinonuggets]

Can you do a fic about little!Vaggie and cg!Angel?

Like maybe the first time Angel takes care of her. He doesn't know what to do at first since he's not used to caretaking and he and her are always arguing but after Vaggie gets overstimulated and he calms her down, he starts getting the hang of it. It can be the first step of him and her getting along!

I'm sorry it took me so fucking long to do. But anyways!

Story!

Angel scrolled through his phone, trying to ignore Val’s messages. He groaned and put his electronic device down, staring at the ceiling. His eyelids started to grow a little heavy so he shut them, hoping to rest a little bit. Right when he was about to fall asleep, he heard knocking at his door.

He groaned and got up, shuffling his way to the door. The knocking got more frantic, making him a bit more annoyed. Angel opened the door,

“What's y’er proble-” He froze when he saw that Vaggie was at the door. Not only that, but she was wearing her little clothes and was clutching a stuffed koala.

Angel immediately cracked the door, not wanting Vaggie to see the inside of his room, as he had not kid-friendly stuff out and about inside. He knew she was a little as he had hung out with Charlie while she was taking care of her.

“Hey…Kiddo? W-where’s Charlie?” He asked,

“She at a meeting…” Vaggie looked down, shuffling a bit.

Angel bit his lip, trying to figure out what to do. He wasn’t used to taking care of a small child and didn’t really know how to do it. But it would be very unsafe for Vaggie to regress alone.

“Alright, Bit- Baby, how about we go over to your bedroom and I’ll watch over you, ‘kay?” He said, stepping out of his room.

Vaggie happily skipped across the hall and into her and Charlies room. 

“Okay, let’s go over a few things before we get started. 1. Are you currently wearing your…um..padding?” He felt really weird and awkward saying diaper.

“Mhm! Did all by myself!” She answered proudly.

“Okay good,” He was glad that he wouldn’t be needing to clean up a mess. He just hoped she wouldn’t be regressing for more than 2 hours as he had no clue how to change a diaper, “Now, do you have your baba? You need to stay hydrated,”

Vaggie looked down and shook her head.

Angel sighed, “Have you eaten lunch yet too?” 

“Mm…Nu..” She answered 

“Alright, toots, first you are going to eat some lunch, and then we will get you your baba,” He lifted her up, causing her to squeal with happiness. Angel smiled and started to carry her downstairs. 

He put her down in one of the chairs and started looking through the cabinet. He found some instant mashed potatoes and started to cook them up. As he was waiting for it to cook, Vaggie looked very confused. When it was finished, he set it in a bowl in front of her and got a little baby spoon.

“B-but Mama always makes me nuggets ‘nd howchata…” She said quietly

Angel sighs. He felt a little upset because he just made her the meal and she doesn’t want it. To add insult to injury, it was a reminder that he would never be a big brother caregiver.

“We’re out of rice milk and the nuggets take a while to cook. Just eat the mashed potatoes, please?” He told her.

Vaggie whined but begrudgingly took a spoonful and put it into her mouth. The texture was slimy and mushy. It felt so horrible and wrong in her mouth. She hated it so so so much and wanted to spit it out. However, she didn’t want to disappoint Angel. He was new to caregiving and she was just being mean. So in went another spoonful.

It was hard to keep the tears down but she managed to do it. She looked up at him and he was still watching her to make sure she ate. She whimpered and took one more spoonful. That was her breaking point. Not only did she have a different caregiver, but her normal little food was changed. Then, the new food had a horrible texture. It was way too much. 

Vaggie gagged and spat it out before the sobs started. She wailed and cried, making big hiccup noises every couple of seconds to breathe. There were too many emotions, she couldn’t handle it. Everything felt too much and she wanted Charlie.

“Vaggie? Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Angel ran to her side and tried to hug her. 

The touch she received from him felt like a bunch of needles digging into her skin. Out of the panic and hysteria, she opened her mouth and chomped down hard on his arm. Angel yelped and pulled back, rubbing his arm.

“What the fuck, Vags?!” he yelled out in surprise and a bit of anger. He was just trying to help her and she bit him! He was about to speak his mind but realized that would do more harm than good. He took a deep breath and tried to think about what Charlie would do. After a bit of thinking, he went to the closet and pulled out a weighted blanket. He draped it around her shoulders and pulled out his phone. He connected it to a small speaker they had in the junk drawer and started playing lullaby animal crossing themes. Vaggie always calmed down with the night time animal crossing themes

After a while she started to calm down and her breathing was more easy. He was about to ask her what happened but she got up from the chair, walked two feet, and curled up on the floor, wrapped in the blanket and fell asleep.

Angel kind of panicked, worried that she had passed out or had a heart attack or something. He quickly called Charlie, hoping that her meeting was taking a quick recess or had ended.

“Charlie! Vaggie regressed and I tried make’n her some food but she started crying hysterically! I gave ‘er a weighted blanket and played some soft music but she passed out on the floor!” He explained

Charlie was silent for a few seconds, trying to process what was going on. 

“Uhh, well, what did you feed her?” 

“Mashed potatas,” He replied.

“Oh, she probably had a sensory overload then. Any mushy foods are an absolute no for her when small. Now, as for the passing out thing, that’s normal. Once she calms down, she usually gets really tired and falls asleep. So congratulations, I guess. You managed to stop a meltdown,” Charlie said.

“Okay, sooo, she’s not in any dang’a or anything?” He asked to clarify

“Nope, just make sure to tuck her into bed or the couch. She tends to fall asleep in weird places. The meeting is gonna continue soon. I’ll be back in an hour or so, see ya later,” She said before hanging up.

Angel sighed in relief. He was glad that Vaggie was okay and wasn’t in any danger. He lifted her up and carried her to the couch, tucking her in. It actually made him feel quite proud that he was able to help calm her down while knowing absolutely nothing about her little side. It was nice. Maybe he would be a good caregiver for her in the future.

[ashes-writing-corner]

Hey guys! I am so sorry for the super long delayed update to this. I've been super busy, I've been sick, and I've had an injury I'm recovering from. I'm doing better, I just messed up my tailbone a while back. And i've also been super dedicated to getting my book done. But you're not here for that! You're here for the Ghosts that We Knew! Let's gooooo!

Taglist: @stargatenovus @poisonedsultana and @cedar-bees

Tw: none really, maybe a mention of Necrophilia, hinted Spectrophilia but it doesn't go into details. So yeah...

Ghosts That We Knew

Part 14. Spectrophilia

“Are you and mama mad at each other?” Ellie asked one afternoon as she put aside the doll she was playing with.

Ghost was watching her from a corner in the room, as he always did when the girl was home and playing by herself. She had seemed somewhat somber these days, since you had figured out who he was and what he did. Ellie had felt the tension. She was doing everything her little mind could come up with to try and make them happy again, and it seemed to work to a degree. But there was still a sort of intensity whenever you and Ghost were in the same room. You hadn’t completely stopped talking to him, but you seemed hesitant to say anything.

“No lovey, we aren’t mad at each other” he answered quickly.

“Mama seems upset about something” Ellie pointed out, looking at the ghost who looked so comically big in that small corner.

Ghost sighed a little. “I…did kinda do something”.

“What’d you do?”.

Now to come up with an explanation a little kid would understand. That was the hard part. Ghost wasn’t stupid. He knew kids were smarter than adults usually gave them credit for. However, this wasn’t her fight to sort out. This wasn’t her problem to solve. This was between you and Ghost, whatever this was.

“I kept a secret that I shouldn’t have” he said.

“But I thought that’s the point of secrets?” Ellie cocked her head.

She wasn’t wrong. Thankfully he had a good counter for that.

“Sometimes yes. But serious ones, ones that could hurt people, they need to be told. Not be secrets. Surprises are temporary, secrets aren’t. I kept something from your mum that seriously hurt her feelings. We talked about it and I thought we were doing okay”.

“What was the secret?”

Now that was something he didn’t want to tell her. Not yet. Not to mention it really wasn’t his place to tell her. It was yours, and he wasn’t about to take that from you.

“Your mum will tell you when you’re older, I’m sure”.

“But I wanna know now,” Ellie said, “Please?”

Behind his mask, he couldn’t help but smile. “I appreciate the manners, kiddo, but I can’t tell ya. No matter how much I want to. It’s gonna be alright. I promise. Your mum just needs time and we gotta wait for your little brain to develop a little-”.

Ellie frowned. “You think I’m stupid…”

“What? No! No, never! I could never think that way about you, lovey. You’re a smart kid. It’s just that, problems between adults should stay between adults” he carefully sat down just in front of her on her bed, “What gave you that silly idea?”

Ellie put her hands on her head. “I hate talking about my brain”.

“Why?”

“Makes me feel dumb”.

“Sweetheart, you are anything but dumb. There’s just some things that you don’t understand yet. But I promise you, someday you will. It’ll take a while, but you will. And I’ll be there when your mum wants to tell you. You’re not alone Ellie, and you never will be if I can help it”.

With that, he hugged the little girl as best he could. It was cold, but Ellie didn’t seem to mind it. She was still worried about the situation though, she couldn’t help that.

“Can you and mama be friends again?” she asked.

“I’ll try to talk to her and see what’s going on. I caused this and I think only I can fix it. But seriously, Noelle…Do not for one second think you're dumb, stupid, ugly, or whatever negative thing is in your little head. You are remarkable. You’re sweet, kind, and you have the biggest heart of any kid I know. What or whoever is saying otherwise-”.

“My brain says it…” she admitted with a frown.

Behind his mask, Ghost frowned. Depression in such a young child was hard to swallow. He understood what she meant and that was a sad thing. But at least he knew.

“My brain used to say things like that too” he told her.

“Really?” she asked.

Ghost nodded. “A lot, actually. I…Only I didn’t hear my voice in my head saying things like that”.

Ellie cocked her head. “It wasn’t your voice?”

“Nope. My father was very mean, he’d say terrible things and do terrible things. Whenever my brain said negative things about me, I’d hear him say it”.

“What would you do to make it stop?”.

He couldn’t tell her that in the end, the voice had won over. No, he wouldn’t let her be without hope like he had been. He couldn’t do that to her.

“I’d tell him to shut up. That I was doing the best I could, and if nothing was good enough for him, then I’d give him nothing. Pay him no mind, give him no credence. No attention. Nothing. I would listen to music. Think of things that I liked, things that made me happy. And most of the time, he would stop”.

Ellie looked thoughtful. “Can you tell my brain to shut up?”

Ghost chuckled. “I can do something better. Close your eyes for me”.

The girl did as he asked and he put his hands on either side of her head. Again, his touch was cold, but she didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Hey, Ellie’s brain…be nice” he whispered, “She’s got it rough enough as is. She doesn’t need you makin’ it worse. If you aren’t nicer to her, I’ll come in there, and you’ll be very sorry”.

Ellie laughed and her eyes fluttered open. “Will it help?”.

“Well, when your brain starts saying mean things, I want you to remember that. I want you to hear my voice in your head saying just that. Sometimes our greatest bullies are the ones inside us. But it doesn’t need to be. When that happens, tell me or your mum, and we can make those thoughts go away”.

Ellie nodded in understanding. “Thank you” she wished she could hug him.

She didn’t need to, as Ghost reached his arms out and embraced her in an icy hold. “There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you, sweetheart. Remember that”.

“I’ll try…” she answered.

“That’s all I can ask” he replied letting her go, “I’ll try talking to your mum. I promise you, none of this is your fault or anything. It’s purely mine. I’ll take care of it. I promise. You just worry about being the best dang Ellie there is”.

Ellie smiled widely and nodded. “I’ll try. Thank you!”.

“You got this little one” he stood, “Now to go talk to your mum. Whatever you hear, I promise: It’s not your fault. Alright?”

“Not my fault”.

“Exactly. If you have to, cover your ears and keep saying it”.

“Are you guys gonna yell?”

His eyes softened more at that. “I’ll try not to. But your mum is really upset with me. Not you, me. Everything’s gonna be okay, I promise”

He remembered being that young and being afraid of his parent’s raised voices. He didn’t have anyone to protect him then, and he would be damned if he failed to protect her. It was bad enough the poor dear suffered from depression already. Ghost refused to make it worse if it could be helped.

Now it was time again to face the music, and figure out what exactly was bothering you now…

You were sitting in your room, having just washed up from dinner and now settling into your night routine. You were still looking for a therapist, as you weren’t about to go back on your word with Ghost, despite the new information you had. Soap had messaged you not too long ago, but you weren’t sure if you could talk to any of them without anger. You weren’t even really sure why you were angry at them. Price, Gaz, and Soap hadn’t actually done anything. They were just there the night of your transplant.

It was bad enough your mom and sister were there. You hated that they saw you like that, on the verge of death and needing a transplant. You hated that Ellie saw you like that. A chill passed by you and you set your book down, turning your app back on so you two could communicate somewhat.

You…okay…

“About as good as I can be in these circumstances” you answered.

Angry…me.

“You’re angry?”

No…you. Me.

“I’m still processing everything and I actually learned something else”.

What?

“Your friends were there that night”.

That took him by surprise. The guys were there? Why? Was it time? Were they coming to say goodbye? Did they still think that fondly of him at that point? He didn’t know what to say to that.

“Price called me, he left a message. I thought of calling him back, but I haven’t had the time and I don’t wanna run the risk of screaming at them. It was bad enough that my family saw me in that condition. I didn’t want your friends to be subject to it too”.

He wondered if they were actually there for him. It would make sense…

For…me…not…you.

“It’s possible. I just…I hate thinking of all those people’s eyes on me. I was sick, and I needed help. Not pity”.

You got help.

“I know but…I just have mixed feelings about it”

That didn’t answer his question though. You had been really tense with him as of late, and he wanted to know if perhaps he did something wrong.

Wrong?

“What?”

Something…wrong…I…did.

You sighed. “As I said, I just need time to process everything. I didn’t expect to get so tangled up in the military again. After my partner’s passing I didn’t want anything to do with it anymore. Now I’m caught in it forever. I just feel awkward around you now, it’s weird”.

Awkward?

You sighed and looked over at the end of the bed where you assumed he was sitting. It was now or never, and he had a right to know.

“You…Okay, I don’t want you to feel weird like I do, but I think it’s important” you got up and closed your door, careful to make sure you didn’t make too much noise as Ellie was about ready for bed by now.

With the door shut, you went back to the bed, heart hammering in your ribcage like a bird trying to get free. You weren’t sure how he was going to take this. Hell, YOU didn’t even know how to take this. It was so…bizarre and maybe wrong on some deep moral level. You weren’t sure. You opened your mouth to finally talk.

“When you touched me the other night…my chest and everything…” you were looking at your hands, trying to keep your palms from sweating, stifling the urge to pick at your arms, “You made me feel something. Some kind of way. I…haven’t felt anything like it since before my partner died”.

Uh oh…

Oh god…

No…no…no…

Red flags were going up in Ghost’s head. A voice in his mind, for once not his father’s, was screaming: “Go away, go back to the closet right bloody now and do NOT come out!”. This could not be going where he thought it was going. Even so, he couldn’t move. He wanted to, oh gods he wanted to, but something just held him in place. He was stuck in some kind of nightmare scenario and there was no getting out of it.

When he didn’t reply, you continued.

“Maybe I’m just crazy, or lonely or something…but…I liked it. I liked it…definitely more than I should have. I mean, I totally get it, you didn’t mean it in like a sexual kinda way, but…” your words failed, “Fuck…”.

An awkward silence hung between you. Simon had NO idea what to do or say. You actually liked that he touched you? And he definitely didn’t mean it in that sort of way, but it felt…nice. He hadn’t felt warmth like that in ages, softness in even longer a time. He didn’t find the action to be entirely unpleasant and you definitely didn’t either.

Weird and yet, it felt so right…in a strange way.

Simon snapped back to reality. No, this wasn’t some weird romance novel shit. This was actually happening and it was wrong. He was dead, you were alive. To wish for such things would be black mark on both of you. He would be holding you back. And you, if anyone ever found out, would be ostracized as a…well…was there a term for someone who wanted to sleep with ghosts?

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything. I feel so damn stupid” You shook your head and kept your gaze still on your hands, “I’m not a necrophiliac I swear…”

I know.

“It’s wrong. It’s so wrong…”.

Feel wrong?

“Feel wrong?”

Did…it…feel…wrong?

“Well no because you asked permission first. All I wanted to do was show you the scar, to show you what you did, in a way” you answered honestly, “And again, I know the intention behind it wasn’t-”

Again?

You stopped, stunned. Hell the question even took Simon off guard. But gods be damned he…he actually wanted to touch you again. As he had said before there were things he missed about being alive, warmth and softness being chief among them. A ghost's afterlife tended to be empty and cold. But you…you made him feel like he actually existed…

You were almost too stunned for words. “I…I think I’d like that…a lot”.

You felt a blast of cold over you as you laid back against the pillows, like he was moving on top of you. It was a heavy feeling, but not exactly physical. It was hard to describe. You felt the same chill softly bristle your cheek, like something was gently touching you. As odd a sensation it was you didn’t find it at all unpleasant. You drowned out the voice in your mind screaming that this was wrong and that you shouldn’t want this. But goddamn…did you ever want something so badly?

You felt both of his hands on your cheeks, your head moving seeming on its own accord. You felt almost hypnotized as the deathly cold traced your cheeks and down your face. Your heart hammered again inside you, your stomach was doing odd flips. You closed your eyes, something taking over you. Your lips felt suddenly cold and you just knew…you just knew.

Ghost was kissing you.

You were being kissed by a dead man.

A dead man whose heart beat in your chest.

Knowing this only seemed to heighten your senses as you felt his icy hands roam over your mostly bare arms. The straps to your simple cami fell to your shoulders as the kiss intensified. You seemed to meet those cold lips with the same intensity, closing your eyes as you felt your stomach go warm…and something further down started to ache. It had been so goddamn long…

When you opened your eyes, he was there, mask half up to reveal his graying skin and violet tinted lips. You weren’t afraid. You had never been afraid. And you sure as hell weren’t now.

“You alright lovey? Is this alright?” he asked, his eyes intense and his voice a little husky.

You let out a few quivering breaths before you answered. “This is fine. I’m okay. I promise”.

“Do you want me to take this off of you?” he asked, eyeing your cami shirt.

You felt your cheeks go warm as he asked, but you could only nod. Ghost took it as silent approval and moved his icy hands to your waist so he could pull the shirt up and over your head. Still ignoring that damn pesky voice, you raised your arms a little to let him pull it off. Your eyes found his as he flung it away and put his head to yours.

“Don’t you worry about a thing tonight love…I’ve got you” Simon kissed your head.

Something in you settled a little and you knew for certain that he was right. This was right…

Sorry guys but I'm not a smut writer, I leave that to the pros cause I sure as hell am not one. Maybe I'm a coward or maybe it's cause I'm on the ace spectrum. Who knows?

Anyway if you guys liked this part please feel free to like, comment, tag, and please reblog. I really appreciate it. I hope yall are having an awesome day and I'll hopefully be back soon ^.^ thank you for your patience!

[final-girl96]

My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Thrity-Six

Stu

Holy fucking shit! I have a daughter. I'm a fucking dad! I slowly knelt down to her level. "Hello. What's your name?" I asked in a soft voice. I looked up at yn, who looked fucking terrified. She pushed the little girl behind her and I stood up. "Mama." Bent over and picked her up and her little legs wrapped around her waist, arms going to wrap tightly around her neck. Then yn stepped back.

"You have a lot of explaining to do, sweetheart," I said. "Just leave, Stu." She held onto the little girl and backed up again. "Don't even think about it." I said in a stern voice and she froze. "You know, I was here to keep my promise. Can't say I'm happy that the plan didn't work out again. Also didn't expect to find you with a little girl who oddly has the same eyes as mine." I took a step towards her daring her to run from me. She was smart though and stayed still.

"Put her to bed, and then we are going to have a little chat." Those big blue eyes looked back at me, and I smiled at her. "Hi, sweetheart. You know who I am?" I asked gently. She looked up at yn and back at me. "Have you told her about me?" I asked. Yn wouldn't even look me in the eye. "She's two. She doesn't understand," she whispered. "Is that a yes?" This was going to fuck all my plans up.

"I think it's beddy bye time, hmm?" Yn coos at her–our daughter. She laid her head down on yn shoulder and nodded. Yn kissed her head and slowly backed away from me. She watched me with wary eyes. "Jesus, babe, I'm not going to fucking hurt you. Go put our daughter to sleep." I said putting emphasis on the word our. I smiled softly at my little girl; fuck I can't believe I have a fucking kid. I smiled softly when she turned her head to look at me. "Night night, sweetheart."

Yn turned and walked to the second door on the left. Shortly after she had walked in I started to hear her singing softly. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. No fucking beer? Seriously? "There's some in the garage." I turned my head and laughed. "Oh, yeah? You have a doggy door and a killer waiting for me out there too?"

Bad joke? Too soon? Fuck you, I don't give a shit.

"What the fuck do you want, Stu? How did you find me?" I closed the fridge, turned towards her, and placed my hand on the counter to lean closer to her. "I told you geek boy led me straight here. Saw him at the video store and just knew he would be the one to follow. You were living at home for a little while after Windsor but then disappeared."

"You have someone watching me? Or were you stupid enough to stay in Woodsboro for two fucking years?" I shrugged instead of answering her. "That's enough of that. We're going to talk about that beautiful little girl now. Were you even going to try and find a way to let me know I was a father?" I asked, standing straight. "What's her name?" I whisper.

"Reeselyn. But we just call her Reese. I found out I was pregnant a few weeks after we left Windsor. She was born two months early on October 20, 1998. She was in the NICU for almost a month before I was finally allowed to bring her home. The whole pregnancy was a fucking mess. I was retaining a lot of fluid and my blood pressure was always high. They had me hospitalized trying to keep me from going into labor but it got to the point that…it was either give birth then and there or lose her. So they rushed me in for an emergency C-section."

I felt fucking sick. I walked around the counter and stood in front of her. I had to be quick to grab her before she could distance herself. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, baby. But I'm here now. I can take care of the both of you." She pushed against my chest, trying to push me away from her. "Get off of me!" I held her tighter, walking her backwards until her back was to the wall. "Stop it! You will not keep me from my daughter. Do you understand me?"

"It's not like you can actually be here for her. You're a fucking psychopath, Stu. You're a murderer and hiding from the cops. As far as I'm concerned, she doesn't have a father." Before I knew what I was doing my hand wrapped around her throat, putting just enough pressure to tell her to keep her mouth shut. "Let me make myself clear, hmm? You are going to let me see her and get to know her. You're going to let me be her father. And you're going to stop acting like you fucking hate me and aren't still in love with me."

"Fuck you!" I pressed myself against her, leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Is that what you want? You want me to fuck that attitude out of you. You miss the feeling of me inside of you?" I brought my hand down to the button of her jeans, popping it open, and slipping my hand into her panties. "Would you look at that already wet for me." Her fingers wrapped around my arm, pushing my hand further.

"You just can't resist me, baby. Also so needy for me to touch you." I pressed my finger against her clit, rubbing tight, slow circling. "You're so fucking needy." I pushed two fingers inside of her, my dick getting harder, straining against my pants. "Fuck. I've missed touching you."

Her hand gripped my shirt, pulling me down, and smashing our lips together. I pulled my hand out of her pants and lifted her up. "Bedroom?" I asked, kissing down her jaw to her neck. "Door end of hall." I walked down the hall, her lips leaving kisses on my neck. I couldn't wait to strip her of her clothes and sink my dick into her tight pussy.

Once in the room I dropped her on the bed and went to close the door. "Strip. Now." I pulled my shirt off my head, threw it to the floor, and walked towards her. "Now!" She pulled her shirt over her head revealing her bar. I dropped to my knees and started to help pull her jeans and underwear down and off her legs. "Take that fucking bra off." I pushed her legs apart and admittedly connected my mouth to her wet cunt. Her hips lifted off the bed when I ran my tongue through her slit, smiling it around her clit.

I hummed at the taste of her. Always so sweet. I laid an arm over her stomach and pushed her hips back down on the bed, holding her there. The two fingers I had in her just minutes ago were pushed back inside of her. The sounds of her moans were like music, sweet, sweet music to my ears. I could feel her tighten around my fingers when I sucked her clit into my mouth, scraping my teeth over the bundle of nerves.

"Please. Please…" she was begging me to make her come. So I pulled aways. A loud whine left her and her eyes shot open. "What the fu…" I didn't wait for her to finish. I didn't take any time at all shoving myself inside of her. Her back arched as my cock stretched her. "Fuck! Fucking shit! You're so fucking tight, baby. I've fucking missed how this pussy just socks my cock in. So fucking greedy."

I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into her. Her legs wrapped around my waist when bent over to attach our lips. My hips snapped forward hitting right where I know she needs it. Her walls spasmed around me and my dick twitched inside of her. I wasn't going to last long, but I knew she wasn't going to either. "I'm gonna fill this tight cunt so full. Breed you again and this time watch as your belly grows round with my child."

Her pussy was like a vice, clamping around me as she let go, soaking my cock and the bed. I came right after, filling her full of my cum. "Such a good girl." I kissed her and slowly pulled out of her. I looked down to see our mixed releases spilling out of her. I shoved my finger inside of her, pushing it back inside. "Gotta keep that inside you, princess."

[changingplumbob]

Villareal Household: Chapter 5, Part 5

In this part the birthday party wraps up, Joey is invited to move in and Luna's family comes for a stayover. Devin enters super mama mode to try let Luna work on her skills for promotion.

For ease of reading if the toddlers are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets when they do not use the whole word. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian.

Schatz (German) meaning treasure Schnucki (German) meaning sweetie but doesn't have an exact translation Bambino/s (Italian) meaning male child/children Amore (Italian) meaning love Piccolo (Italian) meaning little one Caro (Italian) meaning dear Zia/Zio (Italian) meaning aunt/uncle Tante/Onkel (German) meaning aunt/uncle Nonna/Nonno (Italian) meaning grandfather/grandmother

Miriam: Happy birthday darlings

Rilian: Who you

Miriam: *laughs* so funny already, it’s obviously me, Tante Miriam

Alfred: Why *gestures to her sunglasses*

Miriam: All the smart people wear sunglasses inside, my husband, your Onkel Max, and I rarely see each others eyes

Rilian: *confused noises*

Deanna: That sounds depressing

Miriam: It works for us short stuff

Luna: Who wants birthday cake

Alfred and Rilian: We Mummy

Devin: Bambinos if it’s just yourself it’s me, not we

Alfred and Rilian are confused at this, far too many words, but they quickly forget the puzzlement when chocolate cake is in front of them. Luna bustles about the family company, making sure everyone is good while Devin steals Joey for a “House Tour”

Joey: An empty room, how… trendy?

Devin: Temporarily empty. I was serious when I asked you to move in, it’s yours

Joey: Truly? I mean I know we’re best friends but you’ve got a family and kids now and I’ve got…

Devin: A high woohoo drive? So what? You’re my brother, we are family, always

Joey: You don’t worry... it’ll send the wrong message to your kids

Devin: Waltz through as many women as you like. Luna and I plan on teaching our kids that a persons worth is not tied to their woohoo life

Joey: It’ll take time to move all my stuff but I guess I can do a few shifts from the mansion

Devin: Perfect! You've agreed, no backing out now

Luna: Time to try potty

Alfred: Why

Devin: You’re both toddlers now, it’s time to learn

Rilian: Why

Luna: So you can grow out of diapers. Come on, let’s just try tonight huh

Devin and Luna help the boys pull down their pants, and diapers, and sit on the potties properly.

Alfred: Mama?

Devin: Try going number 1 or number 2

Rilian just looks around in confusion, really not sure what he’s supposed to be doing. How is he meant to do what happens in his diaper? It normally just happens without effort. Now he has to try go? Very bizarre.

Luna and Devin do their best to encourage the bambinos. In the end Alfred makes a mess over the floor but seems unbothered. Toddlers don’t clean after all.

Devin: Did you make a puddle huh?

Alfred: Mama, ugg ugg (huh hug)

Devin smiles as Alfred nestles into her shoulder.

Devin: I think Alfred likes being carried

Luna: How about you Rilian? You all finished? Ready to go to bed? However when Luna picks up Rilian he becomes angry at being restricted. He hates being carried! Guess he's no longer the loves to be held infant.

Devin: Time to go night night caro

Alfred: Why

Luna: So you can sleep. Snuggle down. Do you two want a story tonight?

Rilian: or ee? (story)

Devin and Luna pick the dinosaur book and both read to the bambinos. Devin does all the dinosaur voices while Luna reads the narration parts of the story. Alfred and Rilian giggle but before long begin to snore softly.

Devin: Night night my bambinos, mama loves you

Luna: Sweet dreams Alfred, sweet dreams Rilian, mummy is so happy to have you two

While they were taking care of the bambinos, Joey had begun to move some of his stuff in. He ran in to Luna's brothers Hugo and Max, as well as Max's wife Miriam, who are staying for a few days.

Devin: Welcome home

Joey: Thanks Devin

Devin: Oh here’s trouble, my sunglasses clan mate

Max: Nice to see you to

Devin: Thanks for staying, Luna’s missed having family around

Hugo: No problem, it’s not like any of us have jobs anyway

Joey: Stupid game code not working

Hugo: Umm sure

Devin: Don’t mind my brother, he just feels very connected to the watcher

Max: One of those religious ones is he

Devin: Gosh Lu, you didn’t tell me not believing in the watcher was a family trait

Luna: It’s just how dad raised us, maybe mum would have been different but…

Max: But we’ll never know because she abandoned us

Luna: Max! We don’t know that’s what she did

Hugo: Exactly! Dad probably killed her

Luna: Hugo!

Joey: And they say I’m paranoid

Luna: She’s got to be alive... somewhere

Luna: I do keep trying the genealogy research but, nothing

Miriam: Oh great, let’s spend more time talking about the woman who screwed you all over

Feeling the need to change subjects Devin channels her most charming self.

Devin: So Miriam, how are you keeping busy

Miriam: Not with a job, we have the big house and the inheritance from Jacques

Max: We’re good

Hugo: I want to say again, thanks for giving me your portion Lu

Luna: I don’t know why that jerk cut you out of the will, he’d clearly gone batty

Hugo: That’s not it. You may have implied you knew of his criminal streak but I definitely called him a murderer to his face once or twice

While Luna goes to do some research for her faculty Devin ropes the rest of the Villareal’s into helping her practice some lines for her next job.

Miriam: So we fight, but it’s a fake fight?

Devin: Exactly

Max: What did you say to my brother

Hugo: Chill out Max, it’s part of a script

Max: Oh, that’s fine then, verbally abuse him at your leisure

Devin: Buongiorno everyone

Max: Guten Morgen

Hugo: You doing breakfast

Devin: Indeed. Luna is busy tending the plants and I figured I could fit in some meal prep before the bambinos waken up

Joey: Need help

Devin: I thought group cooking was bugged

Joey: Not every time, just most times

Alfred: Zi jo, Zi jo! (Zio Joey)

Joey: Buongiorno Alfred

Alfred: Huh

Joey: It means good morning

Rilian: Zi jo, Zi jo! (Zio Joey)

Devin: I guess we’re all awake now. Bambinos it’s Zio Joey, Jo-ey, Joey

Twins: Zi Joey! (Zio Joey)

Joey: Finally, my own fans. I can see why you like this attention

Devin: *laughs* can we say hi to Onkel Hugo

Hugo: Guten Morgen boys

Alfred: *laughs* Onk Hu si si (Onkel Hugo silly)

Devin: Onkel Hugo is just speaking Windenburgish piccolo

Rilian: Why

Luna: Because sims can speak more than one language if they try really hard schnucki

Devin: Grab a plate bambinos

Hugo: They’re sweet at this age

Devin: Don’t I know it. But you know if you wanted to volunteer for diaper duty…

Hugo: I’m good Devin

Alfred: Onk hu, why bru la da (Onkel Hugo, why does breakfast exist)

Hugo: What

Rilian: Onk hu, why ga lee doo (Onkel Hugo, why do bowls exist)

Devin: Yeah, talking is a process. We’re getting there a step at a time. Okay bambinos, after breakfast we’re doing baths. Now mummy has a day off but she’s trying really hard to learn so can we stick together? Like a team?

Alfred: We te te (We're a team)

Rilian: Me MEME (I'm a team)

Joey chuckles to himself at their attempts to learn language.

After much nonsense is said it’s decided Alfred will be carried to have the first bath while Rilian will walk himself.

Devin: Look, you’re big enough not to need a seat now Alfred

Alfred: We pl… we pl… play?

Devin: Clearly we need to work on some basic needs today piccolo mio

Rilian: Me we here

Devin: *chuckles* great job caro, can you play while mama finishes giving Alfred his bath?

Rilian: We me play

Devin: Arms up Alfred, time to dry off

Rilian: mama me, mama me

Devin: Yes Rilian, it’s your turn. Remember Alfred, let mummy learn

Alfred: Kay *immediately wanders out in the yard*

Devin: Let’s get some- woah! Watch where the water is going piccolo mio

Rilian: I lo lo war tar, I lo lo mama (I love water, I love it mama)

Devin: You love water do you? That’s fun isn’t it?

Following baths Devin gets both bambinos in the hall and begins teaching them about basic needs. She works with Rilian first, then switches to Alfred. While she is distracted Rilian sneaks to where his mummy is practicing her lecture and listens in awe at her big words. Both twins reach thinking skill level 2.

Devin: And what’s this one

Alfred: No! I nee pee (I need to pee)

So Luna takes a break to help Devin try and coach using the potty again, Rilian is still very confused by the process. When they’re done Luna returns to study, Devin goes for a jog, and the bambinos get their first screens.

Alfred: Rili, what got (Rilian what do you have)

Rilian: Rab.. bab.. tablet Alfe (It's a tablet Alfred)

Alfred: pass we pass me (Pass it to me)

Rilian: No! not we, Alfe me (Not for you Alfred, for me)

Alfred grumbles but eventually picks up the other tablet to play his own game. The twins chat to each other while they play, making sense only to each other (and who else needs to follow their conversation but them anyway).

Devin: Applesauce for everyone

Alfred: YAY *plays*

Rilian: Why mama

Devin: Because it’s food time

Rilian: No like

Devin: If you don’t eat caro, you’ll be hungry

Luna: Do I hear someone being a picky eater?

Devin: Apparently. Come on caro, three more scoops

Luna: Will that work if they can’t count

Devin: Umm

After everyone has eaten the bambinos are scooped up and taken to bed. Again they get a double storytelling and happily fall asleep. It’s a good thing we managed it early as Alfred is an early riser and needs a long sleep. Afterwards Luna tries to learn a bit of Tartosian online and Devin practices her guitar playing.

Luna: Te amo Devin

Devin: *giggles* nice pronunciation Lu, but you don’t have to learn Tartosian

Luna: If the bambinos are going to speak it then I ought to try

Devin: Guess I better try learn some Winednburgish then

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[inks-nighty-the-artist]

This is the second chapter of my story! The story needs a name..

T.w. child abuse. Alcoholism.

Nighty Night(mare)

It had been five years, five long years. Nighty thought about her past. Unfortunately, she didn’t have many great memories… Most of her memories were painful, like the time Eclipse taught her how to fly by throwing her out the window, as if she was a bird. Luckily, she did learn how to fly pretty quickly, but she never understood why Eclipse did that. He couldn't fly himself, but she tried her best to be understanding. After all, Eclipse has already lost so much so soon.. The small floof sighed as she drew the one thing she’s always wanted, a happy family.

"He's passed out again.." A familiar voice said. For as long as she can remember, Nighty has been able to hear and see things normal demons couldn't. She decided to go to the living room and peek in. There, she saw Eclipse passed out on the couch, a few bottles of alcohol laying by him.

"Papa.." Nighty softly whined. Eclipse stirred a bit in his sleep, soon waking up. "wha.." he looked over to Nighty. "Oh heya short stack.." he smiled softly. "Er.. sorry about the mess.." Nighty floated over to him. "It's ok.. but you smell.." Eclipse chuckled a bit weakly.

Nighty went to help Eclipse clean but was interrupted by Eclipse picking her up and setting her aside. It was pretty easy as she's still quite small. “Papa, I wanna help you clean..” Nighty whined in defiance. “No Nighty I.. I got this ok..?” He sighed “Why don't you go visit Tori ok..?” Nighty looked up at him. “But.. when I leave you alone, you drink more..” Eclipse growled a bit, making Nighty’s fur stand on end. “I said I got this Nighty.. now go.” Nighty wanted to protest more. However, the voice returned. “It's not worth it.. leave him be..” Nighty nodded before she left. She looked back at the house sadly as she went to the house next door and knocked on it a few times.

A familiar face answered the door, Atticus. He looked down at her a bit sadly. “Oh.. hey, Nighty.” He tried to hide it as much as he could, but Nighty could tell. He still missed Nightmare.. She doesn't blame him. “Hey Atticus.. can i stay here for a bit..?” He nodded and let her inside. “Drinking again..?” She didn't answer verbally, only nodding. “He doesn't deserve to treat you this way, Nighty..” Once more, Nighty said nothing and just shrugged. Oftentimes, when Nighty gets upset, she goes silent. Atticus huffed and picked her up, bringing her to the kitchen where his mother, Tori, was making dinner.

Tori looked over, her expression tired. “Oh hello little ones..” she gave a tired smile, turning off the stove and walking over. She looked at her son with a questioning expression. He nodded, making her sigh. “How are you, Nighty?” Nighty shrugged once more, making Tori huff playfully. She snatched her from Atticus and swung her around. “Come on, where's that cheerful little floof I know?” She laughed as she spun around, Nighty and Atticus soon joined in the laughter, Atticus chasing them around as Nighty playfully tried to escape “Put me down! I’m too small for this!” Tori chuckled.”Nah, I'd say yer just the right size!” They all laughed, but soon it died down when Tori had a coughing fit. She didn't want to admit it in front of the kids, but she was growing weaker.. She had recently gotten sick and was still recovering.. Atticus helped her to the couch and sat her down.

“Thank you hun..” she took a breath as Nighty and Atticus sat beside her. “You gonna be ok mama..?” Atticus asked, worried for his mother. Tori nodded in response. “Just.. need to catch a breath..” Nighty leaned her head against her stomach, purring softly to help Tori feel better. Tori, wanting to lighten the mood, decided to grab one of the books on the shelf next to the couch. “Why don’t I read you two a story?” Atticus groaned “mama I’m 14! I’m too old for stories!” Tori raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Even for an epic story like..” she paused, showing the book she grabbed. “The Mysterious Hero?” Atticus’ eyes lit up. “Well.. maybe I'll stay a little.. just so Nighty doesn’t get lonely” Nighty giggled as she hopped onto Tori’s shoulder.

. . . “And so the hero stood against his greatest Enemy..” Tori read to the two “who was it?” Nighty asked, hanging on her shoulder. “it was.. himself!” Nighty and Atticus gasped in shock. “It was the voice within his head.. his self-doubt manifested into a physical form!” Tori would flip the page. “So he has to fight himself?” Atticus asked, his eyes filled with worry. “Unfortunately yes young ones. Because you see, the first battle we have to face is the battle within.” Nighty looked off for a moment. “I don't think I like this story..” The voice said, making nighty roll her eyes and look back at Tori. As she closed the book. “But we'll continue this later. We should get something to eat.” She looked Nighty. “Will you stay with us? We're having bacon cheese burgers.” Nighty grinned,"of course! I love bacon!” Tori, put her hands on her hips. “But no cheese, Nighty.” Nighty pouted. “It's not fair! I like cheese!” She waved her hands angrily. “Nighty you're highly allergic.. last time you had cheese, you were in the hospital for 3 days..”

Nighty reluctantly got her food without cheese after much convincing. Tori called out to the hallway. “Vulkar! Come out to eat!” Soon a demon about As tall as Tori walked out of his room. He wore a leather jacket and pants, His long hair brushed a bit over his left eye. He had his hands in his pockets as he walked over. When he passed Atticus’ chair, he pushed it over, knocking Atticus down. “Oops sorry didn't see you there.” He lied as Atticus got up, glaring at his brother. “Vulkar, be nice.” Tori said sternly. Vulkar just shrugged in response, sitting down.

Nighty huffed before reaching into her fur and carefully bringing out a slingshot. She listened for a moment. “No one is looking. Here's your chance.” Nighty grinned before she pulled out a rock and took aim for Vulkar's face. She fired, whacking Vulkar right on the cheek, making him yell in pain. “Little brat!” He shouted as he picked her up by the scruff, making her hiss in response. “Nighty, Vulkar! Behave!” Tori shouted, slamming her hands down. The two grumbled before Vulkar tossed her down. “You're lucky my mom likes you… because if she didn't, no one would..” He remarked, sitting down. “I like her!” Atticus chimed in. “Like I said.. no-one..” Nighty’s tiny ears lowered down in sadness as she looked down at her food. “I.. I don't think I'm hungry anymore Tori..” Tori Looked at Nighty and nodded understandingly. “If you like you can take it home and eat It later.” Nighty smiled a little. “Yea thank you..”

Nighty returned home and put the food in the fridge. She attempted to sneak back to her room but was caught by Eclipse. “You were over there a while Nighty..” He stumbled over to her. “You told me to go there..” he huffed at her. “Didn't think you would take that long Nighty…” Nighty looked down at the floor. “Just.. go to your room…” He walked back to the living room and sat down on the couch as Nighty dashed off to her room to avoid further punishment.

In Nighty’s room she sat on the floor after Softly shutting the door. She sighed before perking up. “I'm sorry I can't help you Nighty..” Nighty looked up and saw a face she knew well. Her older sister, Nightmare.

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