#Shop Dream Buddies Toys

[doozie-do]

Online Dream Buddies Toys Collection for Your Child

Explore our dream buddies plush toys online collection which are designed to be soft, huggable, and comforting. Every dream buddies toy has its name like Lolo a cute Yeti, Tiggi a cuddly tiger, Pookie white glittery owl, and so on. They offer a sense of security and companionship, helping children feel safe and relaxed as they drift off to sleep. This feeling of security can reduce anxiety and restlessness, making it easier for children to fall asleep and stay asleep throughout the night.

[spookymoosestudio]

Hey Everyone! So now that I officially have the first draft written, I am excited to share with you all that I am creating a childrens book this year called... "Toni, the Punk Rock Opossum!" (don't act so surprised 😆) It will be a short tale of how Toni became a "Punk Rock Opossum", and it will be told in the style of a rhyming song! ♥️ This project is a HUGE deal for me and I am going to be giving it everything I have. I have decided to self publish this one so that I can stay true to my original characters and concept. Over the next several months, you will probably see a lot more of this little dude and his bandmates pop up as I fine-tune the characters, environments and compositions.

If the idea of having a children's book about a Punk Rock Opossum excites you too, there are a few ways you can help in making this dream come true! 

1. Consider buying work from my shop! Really as simple as that. Since this is a business endeavor, any money I make this year will be helping me in paying for the printing and promoting. 

2. Coming later this year, I am planning on releasing some limited edition stickers of Toni and the rest of the "Trash Goblins" as a way to help promote the book and crowd fund.( I will be selling these on my Ko-Fi page and will definitely let you all know when those go up)

3. Like, Share and Talk about it with your buddies! :D As I continue to flesh out these pages and characters, I will be sharing some sneak peeks with you all. I would be thrilled if this can become something others get excited about too! In a world where there are billions of children's books, I'm hoping to create something that hits a special place in your hearts.

Welp! Thats it for now. If you have read. this far, thank you so much for following my page and helping me make my dreams come true ♥️

Also, as I post this little opossum and his friends, I welcome and ENCOURAGE feedback and constructive criticism regarding the styles and changes I toy with.

Anyway, here is my Linktree if interested:

[cloudlessly-light]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a fic where they’re away on a case and emily sneaks into aaron’s room cause no one knows about them yet. Then the next morning the team discusses how there was a really loud couple and then somehow they find out that it was Emily and Aaron. I really hope that made sense.

I love all you’re writing btw you’re amazing ❤️

A/N: Posting the last chapter early because I’m going away for a little bit and I wanted to finish this before leaving. Thank you to everyone who’s read and enjoyed this story, you guys all make me so happy! Especially thank you to everyone who's encouraged this story even when our idiots truly have been IDIOTS haha

Title: Love like mine (12/12) Chapter title: Baby, you’ll never find a love like mine Summary: He wasn’t a cheater. Until her. Word count: 2,5k Rating: Explicit   Warnings (for this chapter): Smut, oral, fluff, feelings

She’s running late for a day of shopping and lunch with Penelope and JJ. She’s running late because Aaron had kept her in his bed for longer than necessary, both of them enjoying their free Saturday before Haley would be dropping off Jack. And now she was rushing to get her things together. Maybe that’s why she doesn’t look through the peephole at the sudden knock, something she usually always did. But not this time, instead she swings the door open and comes face to face with Haley, the other woman looking just as surprised as she felt.

They had been good at avoiding each other, something Emily hadn’t wanted but understood why Haley didn’t want to see her. They had been divorced for six months, Aaron and Emily had been together for close to two now, and Haley had made her feelings clear about the situation. Not that either of them blamed her for feeling the way she did.

“Haley.” She says and she hears Aaron’s steps pick up.

“Hello.” She shifts Jack on her hip, hugging him closer even as he squirms. It’s tense, the two women caught in a stare.

“You’re early.” Aaron is suddenly there, breaking the silence and Jack immediately reaches for him.

“Daddy!” He squirms out of his mothers’ arms and runs to Aaron who picks him up in a hug.

“Hi buddy.” He kisses his son’s head and puts him down.

“Hi Emmy.” The three year old immediately pads over to her and she squats down to be at eye level.

“Hi Jack.” She smiles and Jack grins back before throwing his short arms around her in a hug.

Haley watches the whole exchange with a sinking feeling. She knew that Emily had been around her son, her name being thrown around in the midst of Jack’s talking. Logically she knew that the other woman was good with children, that Jack wasn’t in any sort of danger, but the pang of anger in her chest as her son happily reached for the other woman made her heart hurt.

When Emily stands back up she feels the hate directed towards her, something she wished wasn’t there but knew she couldn’t change. What they had done to Haley was wrong, to some something unforgivable. All she could do was to wish that somehow Haley would find some way to accept Emily in Jack’s life. And that would take time.

It was strange, thinking of herself as part of a family, something she just a year ago wouldn’t even have dreamed off. Something she had wanted but never dared to hope for and instead she had stuck with flings and one night stands. But now she was with Aaron, the words love constantly on the tip of her tongue but something she hadn’t said out loud yet.

“Well. I should go.” Haley’s mouth turns into a thin line as she looks between the two of them.

“You don’t have to go, I’m on my way out.” She says, knowing that Haley and Aaron usually spent some time together to talk about next weeks schedule and playdates when she dropped Jack off. “Please stay.”

Haley sighs heavily, about to decline but Jack’s voice stops her.

“Mommy stay.” The three adults look down at the child who’s happily playing with his toy truck on the floor, too young to understand the complicated relationship of his parents, too innocent to feel the awkwardness in his home.

“Okay I’ll stay.” She hangs up her jacket and leaves her purse on the side table. She ignores the way Aaron squeezes Emily’s hand as she tells them bye. Most of all she ignores the feeling of Aaron having found the woman he would spend the rest of his life with. She silently wonders if either of them had realized the same thing.

*

After that first meeting things had gotten slightly better. Haley didn’t avoid Emily the way she previously had and Emily relaxed a little when she was around Jack and Haley together. It wasn’t easy, but they seemed to find some sort of middle ground of acceptance.

“Jack loves you.” He says as they drive off, having just dropped him off at Haley’s after another weekend spent with them.

“Really?” She rolls her head to look at him with a smile and his hand squeezes her thigh.

“Really.” He smiles back and he sees the way her cheeks heat slightly. “How could he not?”

“You’re so cheesy.” She rolls her eyes at him but has to bite her bottom lip to keep from beaming. There was something about the way he was looking at her, like she was something fragile, something worth protecting, that made her unable to look away from the darkness of his eyes. She knew it was coming before he said it and she readied herself for what she would say, words that she still haven’t said out loud but knew she wanted to tell him.

“I love you Em.” He watches as she draws a breath, the sound almost shaky and her hand lands on top of his on her thigh.

“I love you too.”

To them, that was everything.

*

They’re in Oregon, another case closed but unable to fly home due to bad weather conditions. It forces them to stay another night, which in turn forced Emily to sleep alone in her room. Only, she couldn’t seem to relax, her body and mind craving the man just three doors down the hall. They had a rule, she knew that, and yet she didn’t care when she slipped on a sweater that was his, way too big on her and then knocked on his door.

“Emily, what’s going on?” He drags her inside quickly, eyes moving through the corridor but finds that she’s alone. He didn’t care much if anybody saw her, but it was her decision to wait to tell the team and he wanted to respect that.

“I-” She stops herself from continuing, suddenly feeling silly. She wasn’t needy, she never had been before, but then he looks at her with an arched eyebrow and a small smile and she chuckles. “I didn’t want to sleep alone.”

“I had been thinking the same thing.” He wraps her arms around her the moment she steps into his space. Her chin rests against his chest and he presses a kiss to her forehead.

“We’re disgusting, aren’t we?” She teases and he smiles with a low hum.

“Maybe.” He drags her shirt off her and bites back a groan at the sight of her tiny sleep shorts and pink tank top, one of the thin straps falling off her shoulder. “So this is what I’m missing out on when we sleep apart huh?”

“I can’t very well sleep in one of your shirts in case I need to room with JJ.” She backs away from him, her hand in his as she tugs him along until her knees hit the back of the bed.

“I thought you wanted to sleep.” His voice drops lower as she sits down on the bed, her fingers hooking in his pajama pants and tugging them down his hips along with his boxers.

“Later.” She breathes as she slips from the bed and to her knees. “Right now I just want you.”

“Alright sweetheart.” He groans at the first swipe of her tongue, his hand quickly gathering her hair in a ponytail to be able to look at her face. Her mouth is so hot, so wet around him and he swallows hard.

She gets him hard quickly, sucking his cock until he’s leaking precum and snarling her name through clenched teeth. When he pulls her up to stand she barely gets the gasp out before he’s kissing her, his rough hands pulling at her clothes until she’s as naked as he is.

“On your back.” He breathes and watches with heated eyes as she lays down, legs spreading and showing her already wet center. His knees will hurt in the morning, but he doesn’t care as he kneels on the floor and drags her pliant body to the edge of the bed. When he licks through her slowly she moans and her hips rock against his tongue. Then he flicks her clit and she gasps his name as she leans back on her elbows, head falling back.

“Just like that.” She pants as he continues to lick over the sensitive nub. When he pushes two fingers inside of her and sucks her clit hard she comes with a loud grunt, the sound low and breathy as she trembles for him.

“You’re so pretty when you come for me.” He growls as he lifts her higher on the bed and pushes inside of her before she’s really even come down from her euphoric high.

They fuck hard, forgetting where they are as the bed rattles and moans and groans and grunts are muffled into each other’s skin. He makes her come again, then lets her ride him until she’s coming for a third time. When he pushes inside of her from behind she’s trembling and whimpering, overstimulated and exhausted as he groans his pleasure against her ear, voice thick with unrestrained want.

“Come inside me baby.” Her fingers twist in his hair as she holds his face against the back of her neck. “Make me feel it.”

The deep growl that rumbles in his chest when he comes only a few minutes later sends her over the edge again, the mix of him pulsing inside of her and the sound of his voice forcing another orgasm through her.

She gasps for breath as his hands turn gentle on her body, his lips tasting and kissing the bruise he’s sucked into her shoulder, tasting the sweat on her back as he licks along her spine. When they fall asleep it’s tangled together, sated and exhausted.

She is woken up by the sound of his alarm and she grunts when she looks at the time.

“It’s too early.” She complains and he grunts against her neck, his arm tightening around her middle momentarily.

“You need to get back to your room before everyone wakes up.” He reminds her, voice raspy and thick and she finds herself pushing her body against his in response. But he’s right, and she drags herself out of bed, dresses slowly as he watches her with heated eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She tells him as she pulls the sweater over her body. “Or I’ll end up staying here.”

“I know.” He accepts the kiss she presses to his lips and lets his hand wrap around the back of her neck for a moment, keeping her close. “See you in a couple of hours.”

“Love you.” She kisses him again forces herself to stand back up and head to the door.

“Love you too.” He promises right before she disappears out the door. He doesn’t realize he’s still smiling when he lays back in bed.

*

“Did you guys hear it?”

“It was so loud.”

“Yeah I did not need to know that people were getting it on at 1am.”

Emily walks with Dave towards the team with her overnight bag thrown over her shoulder. Her body was still aching from him, the hickey on her neck covered with make up and a high collared shirt, and she still wanted more, couldn’t wait until they got home so she could have him again.

“Morning.” She seems to be interrupting the conversation, three sets of eyes all looking at her.

“Did you hear the couple on our floor too?” JJ asks but before she can respond Spencer starts talking.

“You must have!” When she looks at him he looks close to traumatized and she bites her cheek to keep from commenting.

“I must have been asleep.” She lies and it’s Derek that catches the way her tone shifts just slightly.

“There’s no way.” He tells her. “There’s no way you slept through that.”

Beside her she hears Dave chuckle, but otherwise stays quiet and for a second she wants to strangle the older man.

“Good morning.” The sound of Aaron’s voice causes her to turn around. “What’s going on?” He asks as all of them turn to look at him, different expressions on their faces.

“There was a super loud couple on our floor last night, they were going at it like rabbits.” JJ says and when Aaron’s eyebrows raise in surprise the blonde zeroes in on him. “You didn’t hear them?”

“Uhm, no. I must have been asleep.” He looks between each member of the team, tries to keep his face as neutral as possible but he can feel the way each and every one of them catches on as their eyes start to shift between himself and Emily.

“You were asleep?” JJ smirks at her unit chief who clenches his jaw as he swallows. “You woke up from the sound of Morgan dropping a file once. You’re telling us you slept through that noise?”

“I guess I was tired.” He lies but he knows there’s no point.

It’s Derek that dares to voice it, his eyes boring into Emily’s and when her face flushes he knows and he grins at his friend.

“I knew you were getting some!” He laughs and JJ and Dave join him.

“Morgan.” Aaron warns but the other man doesn’t seem deterred.

“How long has this been going on?”

“Does Strauss know?

“What’s going to happen with the team?”

“Pen, you will not believe what’s happened.”

“I knew it!”

The questions seemed endless, mixed emotions from all of them but they had expected nothing less. At the end though, their team seemed happy for them. It was going to be an adjustment, but later as they watched Aaron and Emily on the plane, no longer hiding as she leaned against him, all of them realized that they hadn’t seen either of them so content before.

JJ smiles as she watches them from across the plane. She knew Aaron better than most people thought, and as she took in the way his thumb traced gentle circles on Emily’s upper arm, she noticed the way he looked happier than she’d seen him in years.

Spencer spent most of the flight back home trying to recount every interaction between them, figuring out that they had started seeing each other before Aaron’s divorce. He has mixed feelings about that, but he wouldn’t judge, not when he saw the way Emily smiles as she looked at Aaron.

Derek spent the flight texting with Penelope who was going insane not seeing the couple with her own eyes. But he sneaks a picture of them to send to Penelope and that picture is the first one that’s ever taken of them as a couple. It will be framed and stand on Aaron’s desk next to the one of Jack.

Emily is asleep against him when Dave comes to sit across from him, a glass of scotch in each hand. He hands him one of the glasses and raises his own in a toast. “It’s about damn time.”

[gretahayes]

more core four repair shop au thoughts;

the fixing shop gives very much cosy small candy shop vibes despite it being like...two stories tall and a mix of a woodworking station, a metalworking station, a forge, a car mechanic, a tech store, a tailor store, a toy store, a library (tim and bart like to read and go through reading material fast, so they figured they may as well), and a sort of bakery.

(it's only a bakery when kon keeps everyone else out of the kitchen (yes they have a kitchen, keep up) for long enough to bake successfully. if he succeeds, you get whatever new recipe he tried out that day, or the old reliables. the old reliables come out when he's having a busy or rough day and wants something low-effort and comforting.)

(also, he doesn't sell what he bakes. he gives them out. unless you've got three hours to argue over paying, you're getting it for free.)

it's got a big winding staircase leading up to the second storey and just like a hole. smackdab in the middle of the store, so they can lean over the railing and yell to each other

it's also much bigger on the inside than the outside. how? magic. (when the core four says this, locals laugh and take it as a joke. it is not a joke. they now owe zatanna a favor)

new branches are constantly being added, and new stuff. one day they picked up crocheting and suddenly there was crocheted stuff for sale. anita popped by and for a few days, second hand kid toys/clothes were offered.

it's not a cafe but they've got a good coffee machine, a lot of mugs, the Good Coffee™, and all know how to make good drinks. if you've got a few bucks to spare, it's heavenly.

tim fixes cameras sometimes :) he's had a lot of cameras through his lifetime and marvels at antiques, well-loved cameras, and newer models all the same.

cassie fixes weapons! cosplayers and people who just have weapons on hand come to the shop, drop it off, and a day/week later their weapon is fixed.

if you come when cissie's visiting, she'll help you with your bow.

traya visits with flowers and is a very chatty and helpful salesperson for the day until she's got to go back home. she also refuses to "sell" stuff without collecting any money.

bart knows how to do almost everything so he does a lot of the work, but it keeps him busy and there's a lot of different stuff to be fixed so he never gets bored.

when asked by the titans or the jla members they're related to/mentor them how it's going, they usually only tell the hero stuff, which is wild because Small Town Nonsense, so the justice league is like oh my God???? are you guys okay over there?? are you sure you don't need help??

they're like no we're living our peaceful cottagecore dream literally fuck off??

justice league: you got dismembered yesterday??

core four: the demon was just a scared kid, plus they gave us our limbs back, it's literally fine.

justice league: we don't think-

core four: we're about plant a garden. fuck off.

the titans at least visit Sometimes (dick, donna and wally obviously, but they won't object to a visit from kori or vic or gar) so they know the core four are happy and mostly vibing so they don't have many protests.

sometimes they've got baby heroes their shop, jai and irey poking around, damian petting their emotional support dog (her name is buddy. she is not a trained emotional support dog but she is very good at listening. she's part golden retriever and part princess of hell. don't ask.), assorted speedsters and arrowfam teens coming and going.

their town (and shop because they've got an alien, a speedster, and a demigod. it's a cauldron of magic) is sort of at the point where the dimensional barrier is sort of...thin? so sometimes they've got other versions of baby heroes in their shop, just chilling until they can get them back home.

on one notable occasion, they've had a teen mar'i, a toddler jackson hyde, a pre-teen cerdian and robbie, and a six-year-old chris kent all at the same time. that's the most like parents they've ever felt.

tim knew they'd all end up crashing in one bed so he just bought like...an alaskan king size bed in one room then regular beds in the others. he was not going to lie to himself.

[moonlume]

DSMoonLite ✨

Close-up of my fave from the retro dreams set..!! My DS brought me so much joy in my teen years... Tiny origin story under the readmore :') [ stickers / keych / pins here! ]

I'm Lithuanian, and Nintendo was Not A Thing when I was growing up. But I was on Tumblr (AND HERE I AM AGAIN.) and I kept seeing everyone enjoying Pokemon, Zelda, etc., I was so jealous... I did manage to emulate them in DesMuMe, but it just wasn't the same. I really, really wanted the real deal. But I couldn't convince my parents to let me buy one on eBay, because "it looks like some small overpriced toy"... ;;W;;

So I secretly saved up money from my very first Etsy shop when I was 15-16, (illegal yes I lied about my age when I opened it haha..) selling little clay jewellery and figurines. I ordered a pink one despite being a ~pink hater~ at that age, because it was the cheapest one I could find. Some weeks later, it arrived, along with an R4 card (yes the bootleg rom card, YOU try affording Nintendo games in Eastern Europe in 2009....... ;w;) and oh MAN I can't tell you how many hours I spent on that thing. Endless amount of joy and late nights...

And whenever my parents saw me playing on it, I just kept telling them I borrowed it from my friend. (Hey Squibby! :'D) I still have it, and it still works, with the very same R4 card!

Thanks for the endless hours of fun, lil buddy! ♥ :D

[thetinyblossom]

12 days of Agere prompts challenge

This small challenge is designed to give you prompts for your moodboard’s, drawings, fanfics etc.!

Add your own personality to it, under each prompt I have a small explanation of it! But feel free to interpret how you like it!

I used “you” a lot but it doesn’t need to be you! Could be about a character you like or oc! Feel free to bend the rules :3

1. Favorite food

-> Whats your favorite food? I bet it’s yummy! This prompt is all about the comfort and happiness that food brings!

2. Favorite place

-> Could be a room in the house, a specific special place, the park, waterpark’s etc etc. Anywhere you enjoy!

3. Favorite/Dream outfit

-> What is or would be your favorite outfit to wear? Does it has pockets? Trinkets? Is it colorful? Or just a black and white theme? Let your fashion sense shine!

4. Dream bag

-> What is or would be your ideal bag? What’s inside? Toys? Candy? Maybe care items? Let your imagination run wild!

5. Summer inspired

-> Firstly, get inspired by the things to do in summer! The beach, the road-trips, playing outside, playing with water and getting messy eating ice cream! Enjoy the sun and adventure!

6. Fall inspired

-> Now, get inspired by the things you do in fall! The leafs, the trees, nuts, animals, the weather, jumping on a pile of leaf’s! Lots of fun to be can had!

7. Winter inspired

-> This time get inspired by the things you do in winter! Building snowman’s, having snowball fights, being cozy, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace! If we’re you live it doesn’t snow, you can get inspiration by the cozy foods, clothes and cold breeze!

8. Spring inspired

-> Lastly, time to get inspired by the spring! It’s time for colors, flowers, enjoying the nice warmth of the sun and still seeing the rain! Spring is great to jump on puddles and find insects!

9. Favorite outside activity

-> No matter the season, what’s one thing you love doing outside? It could be shopping, playing, visiting new places, what would that activity be? Where would the adventure take you?

10. Favorite inside activity

-> Now, let’s get back home! What would you like to do? Maybe snuggle a bit? Have more playtime? Maybe even take a bath? So many options!

11. Make a “perfect” cg/little

-> Who would be your ideal caregiver or little? Could be a character, the ideal traits you desire, or simply your own caregiver/little one!

(Remember, no one is perfect and not being able to always meet those expectations doesn’t make you a bad person! Is just for fun :3)

12. Favorite Plushy appreciation post

-> What is your favorite plushie? Make a post about it! Show off how cute and cuddly that little buddy is!

Gif credits: 🌸•🩷

[prism-stone-planet]

So a long time ago I made a list of all the Pripara arcade songs (excluding gold versions) and I decided to post it here along with updating it to add new Idol Land songs and indicating if it’s on the Switch and Idol Land.

I’m not the best at maths lol but from what I’ve counted, the OG arcade game had 102 songs. With the All Idol arcade update release, it had 121 songs.

The Switch Game had 32/102 songs (all idol came after Switch release) which is about 31% of the songs on the arcade game. (Thank You, Sorry, See You Tomorrow is not included in this count because it is not accessible through normal means) Currently, as of October 23 2024, Idol Land has 27/121 songs featured on the arcade which is about 22%.

Anyway, here is the list:

Single Player

Season 1 songs:

Pretty Prism Paradise (Switch, Idol Land)

Marble Make Up ahaha

Gogo! Pripara Life (Switch, Idol Land)

Make it! (Switch, Idol Land) (Paid)

Toy Toy Tail (Switch, Idol Land)

Gyabupuripuri (Switch, Idol Land)

Cool Star (Sophie Version) (Switch, Idol Land)

Solar Flare Sherbet

No D&D Code

KiraKira Runway

Miracle Paradise

After School Heartful Dash (Switch, Idol Land Pripara)

Gamusharanhoi (Switch, Idol Land PriPara)

Change My World (Switch, Idol Land) (Paid)

Morning

Happy Pa Lucky

Realize

Your 100% Life

I just wanna be with you

Love Friend Style

0 Week Old (Switch, Idol Land) (Paid)

Season 2 Songs:

Purely Smiley

Idol Strength Lesson GO

Reversible Ring

Everybodyvil Everydayvil (Switch, Idol Land)

Heart Clenching Love Song

Solar Flare Sherbet (Sakura Version)

Come sing this song Hee Ho

Song that makes the world fall in love (Switch, Idol Land)

Panic Labyrinth

Bright Fantasy

Papipope Police

Pure Amore Ai (Switch, Idol Land) (Paid)

Fun Fun Winter

Virtual Idol

0 Week Old (Garuru Version)

Yes Love Valentine

Season 3:

Triangle Star

Steps (Junon Version) (Switch, Idol Land)

Ready Smile (Switch, Idol Land) (Paid)

Steps (Pinon Version)

Steps (Kanon Version)

Charismart Girl Yeah

Absolute Life of a final show girl

Run for Jumping

Plan to enjoy summer vacation (Switch, Idol Land) (Paid)

Brand New Dreamer

0 Week Old (Falulu and Hibiki ver)

Amazing Castle (Switch, Idol Land) (Paid)

Sugarless x Friend (Switch, Idol Land) (Paid)

Girls Fantasy (Switch, Idol Land) (Paid)

Shining Star

Idol Time:

Tick Tock Magical Idol Time (Switch, Idol Land) (Paid)

Otome Puzzle (Coin Shopping)

Just be yourself

Summer Night Evolution (Coin Shopping) (Switch, Idol Land)

Shuttlewise Game

Ghost Coaster

Starlight Heartbeat (Coin Shopping) (Switch, Idol Land)

Miss Prillionaire

Step Step Step (Coin Shopping)

Sunshine Bell

Believe My Dream (Switch, Idol Land) (Paid)

Shooting Star (Coin Shopping) (Switch, Idol Land)

Dear my Future

Starlight Carnival

Wakuwaku O’clock (Switch) (Paid)

Free Dreamin (Coin Shopping)

Tokimeki Days (Coin Shopping)

Gira Galactic Tightrope

All idol:

Memorial

Get Over Dress Code

Tick Tock Magical Idol Time (WiTH ver)

Spicy Hot Cake

Gira Galactic Tightrope (My Dream ver)

Charismart Girl Yeah (Non Sugar)

Make it (Solami Dressing and Falulu ver)

Perfect with a Pri

Star a la carte

GoGo! Pripara Life Idol Time ver

Red Flash Revolution

Pure Heart Calendar

Trial Heart

Dream Theater:

Paki~ro!

Dream Parade (Switch)

Lucky Surprise Birthday

Bold Summer Adventure (Switch)

Gogo! Pripara (Dream Mix)

OmuOmu Omrice

Rainbow Melody

Hello Hello Friends (Switch)

What a WonderPri World

Goin’on

Around the Pripara Land

Dream Parade Medley

Chou Chou

Everyone’s Pripara Medley Ver 2

Everyone’s Pripara Medley Ver 3

Gogo Pripara Life (Nonsugar Ver)

Pripara Dancing

Mon Chouchou (Switch)

Yeah! Yeah! Idol Party (Switch, Idol Land)

Pripara RaRan

(All Idol):

Neo Dimension Go

GoGo! Pripara Life Idol Time ver

Secret Ratatouille

All Idol Song Precious

Zuttomo (2 Person Live):

Forever Friends (Switch)

Brand New Happiness (Switch)

Twin Mirror Compact

Marble Make Up ahaha

Come Sing This Song La-Hee (Fuwari and Hibiki ver)

Reversible Ring

SuSuSu Smile (Switch, Idol Land)

Clean Mind Clean Hit Clang BUDDY

Girls Fantasy (Jewlie and Janice ver)

Thanks, Sorry, See You Tomorrow (Idol Land)

Yes Love Valentine

Ring Ring GaraFaLand

(All Idol):

Marble Make up ahaha (Non and Lala)

Go Go Gorgeous

Idol Land:

Single Player (3 Person Live):

Chaotic Hurricane

OPEN DREAM LAND

Gogo! Pripara Life (Aroma version)

Gogo! Pripara Life (Sophie version) (Paid)

Gogo! Pripara Life (Non version)

Gogo! Pripara Life 10th anniversary edition (Falulu ver) (Paid)

[ghost-in-the-corner]

Hey, Barbie historian here… Allan got discontinued because he knocked Midge up. They got married in the 80’s and had a family together in the early 2000’s. Allan was never actually done away with until the Happy Family controversy. He just wasn’t popular because he wasn’t Ken, and even Ken’s popularity has been piss poor for decades. They just used the original Allan for the movie without mentioning his relationship with Midge

Barbie Historian, eh? Sounds like a real dream job *slaps knee*

But in all seriousness, that's fascinating! I'll admit I was more of a Littlest Pet Shop girlie when I was a kid, so all I knew was Barbie and Ken.

I think it's funny that they paired Allan and Midge together and got them pregnant. I can totally see why that would be controversial, cause like. They're toys. The implication that they had sex is... not fun.

The only thing I knew about Allan going into the movie was that he was initially marketed as Ken's 'buddy', and that also had some unintended implications. I fully believe that Greta Gerwig exploited his perceived queerness in the movie. Maybe if she explored Midge's character a little more, they would've touched on this.

Either way, I had no idea. Thank you so much for sharing!

[sweet-villain]

Have Faith In Me~ SpinOff To Believe ~1

Summary : While Eddie Munson is living his dream, being a rockstar. You and Billy were having some relationship problems, Lilly is six in this story. What happens when Eddie decides to take time off from his rockstar life? What happens when he appears at your door?

Benny has retired and given the diner to be in your hands, you had no words what you say. But you hired a new staff and it was busier than ever. Lilly had grown over the years, her dirty blonde curls were right above her shoulders and her eyes lingered an image of her father. She has grown really close to her father, a daddy's girl.

Billy has been working at the mechanic shop just down the road, he was closer to him more than everyone thought. His Camaro stand in the driveway in the same condition as it used to be. On the dashboard there lies Bubbles, Lilly's favorite toy. She wants it to be there as a protection to the car.

His curls have grown a bit in the front, he stood leaner with his muscles bigger. He still sported that famous smirk he throw at you when the first time you saw him.

Things have been a little rough between the two of you as you worked at the diner, owning it while Billy worked at the mechanic busying himself with fixing cars. He'd take Lilly to work sometimes, letting her sit in the office and sometimes help him with the tools he needed.

It's been awhile since the two of you were intimate, there were a few kisses but that was it. There were words, there were eye locking and smiles. But there was nothing to it.

Your focus was Lilly, friends and work.

Billy's focus was Lilly, work and driving his Camaro whenever he went for drive.

But he was a great father to Lilly.

Eddie has been off on tour, Corroded Coffin got singed to a record company. Eddie was making albums, meeting girls, having the life. He phoned once in a while to talk to Lilly. He didn't talk to you much, Lilly tell him how Mama was doing.

Uncle Steve looks after Lilly whenever he can, he is busy himself as he met a new gal in his life and those two were pregnant with their second child. Steve was on his way to having his dream. Lilly always pout that she wanted to be his number one, she always is.

Robin and Vicky were living together with two dogs roaming the house, Lilly calls them her little cuddle buddies.

Dustin, Mike, El and everyone else have their own thing going on. Visiting time to time. Everything has changed. You would look out the window with a cup of coffee in your hands wondering what Eddie was doing.

Eddie wonders the same thing as he wakes up from his slumber with boxers on hung low, cigarette in his mouth as he stares out at the light blue sky wondering what you have been up too. It was hard to forget you since you were the one who gave him the push to live his dream.

He is never going to be thankful enough for what he did.

He misses Lilly. He misses you.

He needs to come home.

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Heavy footsteps walk through the house as you lean against the kitchen counter with coffee in your hands. Billy walks through the kitchen in a white tank top, jeans, his curls bouncing at his steps as he grabs bacon off the plate and shoves it into his mouth.

You feel his eyes on you as he continues to shove food in his mouth. You turn your head to look at him for a moment. Meeting those blue eyes of his.

" Hi" you say like it's the best thing to say right now. Billy raises his eyebrow, a small smile on his face as he shakes his head.

" Hi" he says, his other hand has a jacket he's holding. He's up and ready to go to work. Small pair of footsteps run into the kitchen. Lilly is running up to her dad and latching onto his legs.

" Morning, daddy" she says. He looks down at her, moving some of her hair out her way. " Good Morning, princess" he says. She smiles wide at him and then turns to you, " Good Morning, Mama."

" Good morning, angel" you say. She beams at her new nickname you keep calling her. " Did you sleep well? What did you dream about?" Lilly starts to on a rant about what she dreams about. Your eyes catch onto Billy as he's listening. He complete adores her. It warms your heart.

" Daddy needs to go to work now" Billy says making his way over to her, leaning down to kiss her head. " Be good for Mama, okay?"

" Okay. Love you daddy"

" Love you too" he says. Billy never really used to say those words, it took some time. He used to draw a heart on your hand and on Lilly's as a way to tell he loves you both.

He turns to walk out of the kitchen when he hears you clear your throat.

" Forgetting something?" you stand with your hand on your hip as you look at him. He turns his head and raises his eyebrow in question when he chuckles knowing what you want.

He takes two steps towards you as he hovers above you.

" What do you need, pretty girl?"you purse your lips to give him the answer. He hums as he thinks about. You gasp, swatting his chest playfully.

He leans down to kiss you.

" Happy?" he asks. " One more" he leans down, capturing your lips with his as he kisses you softly.

" Ew!' you hear your daughter say as she covers her eyes. You both pull away chuckling at her, " better eat up angel before daddy comes back and eats your breakfast."

She gasps, " Noooo!" stabbing the eggs with her fork as she shoves them into her mouth. Billy laughs as he winks at you walking away to go to work.

There were moments like this when you and Billy looked like a couple. There were times were you both didn't talk to each other, but were civil enough on Lilly's account.

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" How far a long are you?" you ask Steve's now wife as she sits on your couch with her hands on her pregnant belly. Steve is next to her as he looks down at her with a wide smile on his face. He looks so happy.

" 6 month, three more to go" she says. The both of you were close friends, but with work, Lilly and everything else going on, you didn't see her as much. Steve had married her last year, Robin was as his best man and you were the maid of honor.

" When do you think Billy will purpose to you?" She asks, taking a hold of Steve's hand in hers.

You shrugged, glancing at your hands.

Steve frowns.

" What's been going on with you two?" He asks, worry in his eyes.

" Lately, things with him have been distant. We are both working, but there is no intimacy or anything more than a kiss there and here"

" Did you talk to him?" you nodded.

" Every time we do, we snap at each other. You know how he is with his temper, he's working on it but lately it feels like he doesn't love me anymore"

" I'm so sorry, we didn't know" Steve wife says, you waved your hand like it's nothing to worry about. " I'm sure you'd be married to Munson by now if you two were still together, right?" Steve joked.

Eddie wasn't really brought up in the conversations.

"Steven" his wife warned throwing you an apologetic look.

" What?" He asked like he didn't really say anything to be meant to be hurtful. " Apologize" she says.

" I'm sorry Y/N" he says as he walks over to sit down besides you with his hand on top of yours. " It's fine, Steve" you shrugged.

" It's not, when was the last time you spoke to Eddie?"

" A month ago"

" He called me last week, told me he was thinking of coming back home" you froze in your seat. He wants to come back to Hawkins?

" He's done touring?" you ask. He shrugs.

" He said he needed a break, wants to see Lilly" you nodded feeling a pang of hurt. You thought maybe he would want to see you too.

" Do you want to see him Y/N?"

" I don't know, he probably forgot all about me" Steve shake his head.

" You know he talks about you all the time. He knows what he did was wrong those years ago and to this day, he regrets that you are with Billy rather than him"

" He made his own bed and laid in it. I love Billy"

" Do you?"

You don't answer Steve as the silence gives him the answer he is looking for.

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Your eyes grow wide seeing the familiar van he still has as it rolls up to the house. How did he know where to find you? Your looking out the window at him sitting in the van with his hands on the wheel.

Lilly comes up to the window in front of you, brushing her hair out of her face as she looks at the van.

" Who is that, Mama?" she asks as she look up at you.

" Daddy 2" you tell her. Her eyes grow wide knowing who you were talking about. She bounces on her feet.

" Can I go see him?" you look down at your daughter as she looks like she's ready to bounce off the walls. You laugh as you take her hand in yours to the door and throw it open.

“Daddy!” Lilly runs over seeing her other dad, as he stepped out of his van. His hair was a bit more longer, his brown doe eyes light up as he spotted his favorite girl. She giggled as he picked her up.

“Look at you, all grown up. Look at that hair” he moves one of her curls behind her ear. “ how old are you now?”

“Six” she says.

His was talking to her while you stood watching from the door way. Behind you Billy had walked out the bedroom. He has been in a mood since he got back from work.

He has this look on his face.

Distant and cold. His eyes bore into yours as he pauses in his step and turns to look out the window. He spots him. His jaw tenses as he scoffs.

“ Munson”

" Yeah, he's here" you nod crossing your arms across your chest. He stand behind you by the door. His breath hits your neck that shoot goosebumps down your spine. Eddie puts Lilly down as he turns to face the door.

He can see you standing there with a small smile on your face and then looks to see Billy standing there, glaring at him. Things haven't changed.

" Come on, daddy" Lilly pulls Eddie's arms as he heads in front of the house.

" Eddie" you say his name. He swears it's the best thing he has heard in years. " Y/N" he says, you feel your smile get bigger. He opens his arms, waiting for your hug.

You step out of the house and throw your arms around him as you bury your face into his shoulder, taking in his scent. It's the same as before. His hair tickles your face causing you to giggle. The same giggle you share with your daughter. It is music to Eddie's ears.

" I've missed you, Eds" you whisper against his ear. He heard it, squeezing you tighter letting you know he did too.

A cough interrupts the moment and Eddie lets you go as he turns to face Billy.

" Munson"

" Hargrove"

[tdoong15]

hiii do you think you can do a loona agere? little!vivi with cg!yves please

Hiii anon of course I can, I hope you like it. :)

Little!Vivi. Cg!Yves

Warnings: none

Deer plushie

Vivi was in the living room, watching One Piece peacefully with Yves when she saw an advertisement for a deer plushie, Vivi instantly paused the ad she then rushed over to the TV and hugged the TV. “Mama, wook! Cute deer.” Vivi was now pointing at the toy on the screen to emphasize her point. Yves chuckles softly at Vivi’s enthusiasm.

“Yeah I see it, the deer looks really cute.” Yves agrees with Vivi. “Pweeease can I get it, mama?” Vivi looked between the TV and Yves, it was obvious that she clearly wanted the deer plushie. “I don't even know where to get it, Bi-Way.” Yves says in the kindest way possible so she didn't hurt Vivi's feelings.

However, Vivi wasn't affected by it at all, in fact she just moved out of the way and pointed to the bottom of the screen which showed the stores that the plushie stayed at. “Tada! We can go hewe, mama.” Vivi smiles widely because she knew where the store was and it was thankfully near them.

“Now I can't argue with that.” Yves admits because she couldn't think of an excuse since they didn't have anything to do on their schedules and the store wasn't far away from the dorm. Vivi gasps loudly in happiness as she knew what was going to happen. “Awe we goin’ to the shop, mama?” Vivi asks as she shuffles back over to Yves.

“Yeah we can go to the store, Bi-Way.” Yves ruffles Vivi's hair, which makes the regressed girl laugh lightly before she sorts out her hair so it looks normal again. Vivi then ran over to where her shoes were kept. “C'mon be fast, mama!” Vivi yelled from across the room, Yves stood up and she jogged over to where Vivi was standing.

Yves helps Vivi put on her shoes before she puts on her own. “Are you ready to go out, buddy?” Yves questions Vivi, who immediately nodded her head. “Let's goooooo!” Vivi pulls Yves out of the door, therefore starting their adventure to the store for the deer plushie.

When they were at the store, Vivi was in the shopping cart giving directions to Yves on where the toy aisle was. Yves moves at a quick yet sensible pace. After 10 minutes of non stop searching, Vivi spotted the deer plushie. “Mama, it's hewe!” Vivi tries to move the cart herself so she could reach the toy quicker. “I can see it, buddy.” Yves grins and she pushes the shopping cart faster.

Vivi cheers when she grabs the deer toy. “It wooks so cute, mama!” Vivi hugs the plushie close to her chest to protect it from anyone who wanted to steal it. Yves pays for Vivi's new plushie and they leave the store. “Do you want to go to the park, Bi-Way?” Yves holds Vivi's hand as they walk away from the store. Vivi thinks about the options that she has, but tiredness beats the idea of going to the park.

“I'm tiwed, mama.” Vivi confesses and she yawns, Vivi then continues her sentence. “Pwease pick me up, mama.” Vivi reaches her arms out to Yves. Yves nods her head and she carries Vivi all the way back to the dorm. Vivi keeps the plushie in her hands and at some point Vivi ends up falling asleep in Yves’ arms.

It didn't take long for Yves to reach the dorm, since Vivi was already asleep it wasn't difficult to get Vivi ready for her nap. So with that, Yves slowly placed Vivi down on her bed and she tucks her in she even made sure that Vivi's deer was 100% next to her, Yves then placed a kiss on the little's forehead. “Sweet dreams, buddy.” Yves whispers before she leaves the room quietly, in order to not wake Vivi up from her afternoon nap.

Hello I hope you all have a great day/night/evening wherever you are.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Just Fine and Dandelions

(Part 3/3)

(Previous part)

The pair of witches smiled peacefully as they carefully tended to the plants. Usually, Marinette would use magic to grow back everything she took, but right now? No, the town was complacent, assured in the fact that one of the two people they had executed was the witch, and that simply wouldn’t do. It wouldn’t be fun.

It wouldn’t do them much good, either. They would eventually realize that they were still losing resources at the same, steady rate they had been before. There were already talks of sending people back to their old houses, and there was no guarantee that they would get the same ‘buddy’ the second time around. If they even chose the same system.

And neither Marinette nor Duke wanted to lose their newfound partner in crime quite yet. What if their next buddy was the noble sort, willing to be killed if it meant their village would survive? They didn’t want to be caught yet! Not when the fun had just begun.

Duke toyed with an aloe leaf, eyeing the plant thoughtfully.

His fingertip began to glow a bright, fiery orange.

He pressed it to the wall, carving a blackened message into the wood:

Wrong.

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The town was quiet the next morning, confused. They stood in the middle of the square. They were much more kind than they had been the day before, whispering among themselves, standing far closer together. It seemed as if all worries have been alleviated, all grudges forgotten. They wondered aloud. What have they been called together for, this time?

It is because no one was on guard that Marinette and Duke didn’t even have to actively incriminate anyone.

The town merchant took a little tumble on the way there, after all, and the little pieces of dirt on her hands and knees were more than enough to convince people of her guilt.

Her buddy tried to argue that, no, she had been with him all night, and there was no way she of all people would do anything even remotely close to gardening. Marinette and Duke were mildly impressed that he was standing up for her – the merchant wasn’t particularly well-liked, and it is always easier to simply go with the crowd with things like this, but the chimney sweep had always been one of the kinder people in town.

It didn’t save either of them. The townsfolk assumed he was ‘in cahoots’ with her, or perhaps that she was simply his lackey and he was the true witch. They join their fellow humans at the bottom of a lake.

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The pair of witches sat in the shop. Marinette leaned back against the wall, Duke doing the same with a nearby desk, both of their legs splayed out in front of them. One of Marinette’s ankles rested over the top of his leg, but she couldn’t bring herself to care enough to move it quite yet. Gems lay discarded all around them, drained of all magic. A tiny sigh of relief left them in tandem. The town guardswoman had been working harder, as of late, staying up every night and running around, lantern in one hand, her buddy’s hand in the other. The light of her lamp and loud complaints of her buddy, who was not the particularly active sort, made them easier to avoid, but not easy.

They would only have a few moments to do this before they would pass by on patrols, and she would see that Duke had melted the doorknob in his haste to get them inside.

But the artificial calm provided by the use of magic after three whole days without it made it hard to even want to rush. Only barely coming back from starving twice in a week had understandably drained them of all motivation to leave the nice place full of ‘food’. It would be better if they could steal and stockpile it, but having anything magical on them could be damning evidence if anyone in the village ever bothered to search homes, and they were not going to risk it. Which meant their only option was to sit there, performing as many tiny magic tricks as they could dream up, and then leave.

Light began to poke around the corner.

Marinette and Duke looked at each other, eyes wide.

Well, that solved the motivation problem.

They sprung to their feet, immediately searching for something to do. They could, perhaps, kill them, but murder was risky business. There were two humans, what if one of them got away? What if they found a way to alert surrounding homes? What if they managed to scream before they could silence them?

No, that should be a last resort.

They cast their eyes around, looking for a spot that they could hide that wouldn’t immediately be checked. Which wasn’t an easy task, since any place they might have found within a few seconds was likely also going to get them found within a few seconds.

Marinette longed for the early days, when she could still shift forms without her body putting up much of a fuss. Things were so much easier when she could simply collapse herself to the size of a ladybug and tuck herself into a corner until the problem went away.

Now, though, she was too old.

And, while Duke might be able to manage it, that didn’t help her. Though, if he hadn’t thought of it, yet, he might not actually be able to shift, either.

Huh. Must be older than she’d been guessing.

Either way, that meant both of them needed a way out of here or they’d be more dead than that merchant and chimney swe –.

Her head swung around to the chimney.

She shoved Duke towards it.

“Climb.”

For a moment, he looked confused, but then he realized what she was trying to say, and his expression shifted from confused to incredulous. “I can’t fit up there!”

“Just – get up, break something if you have to. You can fix it later,” she hissed, grabbing his shoulder with both hands and pushing.

He gasped as his shoulder was forced out of place, and then shoved his good hand into his mouth to stifle a scream.

He shot her a dirty look, one she ignored since they might end up with far worse than an aching shoulder if they got caught, and shoved him towards the chimney again.

He managed to squeeze his way up, and she followed after him.

It was painfully silent. Painfully in that their bodies really weren’t meant for this much contortion. Neither of them was quite thin enough that the chimney was a comfortable fit, and that wasn’t even considering Duke’s out-of-place shoulder and the scrapes covering her unfortunately exposed arms and legs thanks to the haste with which she had clambered up the chimney walls.

If they got caught despite their efforts, Marinette was going to curse.

As in swear.

And also as in she was going to lunge for the nearest gem and make sure that the guard and musician’s bloodlines were unable to continue.

The witches were silent as they listened to the door getting forced open, to the guard’s cursing as she made her way around, looking for where they might have hidden. And then the door slammed and all was quiet.

Neither of them dared to move.

It wasn’t for another five minutes that the guard actually gave up and left in a huff, grumbling under her breath. The musician, now free to speak, started complaining again immediately. They listened to his voice, getting quieter and quieter, until they were finally alone.

Marinette tipped her head to rest against the outside of his knee, pressing a hand to her chest. It was an old, unneeded gesture, one that did nothing to relax a heart that had long-since gone still, and she was mildly surprised to find herself doing it, even after all of these years.

She giggled, closing her eyes. “I’m too old for this. Remind me why we don’t just burn this place to the ground?”

“Less fun?” he offered.

She supposed that was true. She hadn’t felt this excited in… well, a while.

“Now, start climbing down before I kick you down,” he said, his voice slightly strained.

“You wouldn’t –.”

He, in fact, would. She scowled as she landed in a heap at the bottom, and the ashes she flattened immediately sought vengeance. When he crawled out and saw her soot-covered, visibly annoyed face, he merely raised an eyebrow.

“You broke my arm, I think it was warranted.”

“It’s not broken, it’s out of place.”

“The point still stands.”

She huffed. These were not equal crimes. He could fix his arm with a bit of magic, she couldn’t un-stain her clothes.

He seemed to think that he was the one who had been wronged, though, because he did not apologize for his misdeeds in the slightest. She huffed, her gaze sliding to the side, where several gems still lay. She was half tempted to fight him, but they really should be getting home, and soon, before the guard noticed that they were gone.

They snuck back into their house, careful not to track any soot inside, and only allowed themself to relax once they had reached their shared room.

Marinette ran a hand through her hair, huffing when a bit of ash fluttered to the floor. “I’m taking the first shower. Because it’s my shower. And because I hate you,” she said.

He didn’t deign to respond. Which only annoyed her more, but whatever.

Marinette stepped out of the bathroom a half hour later, toweling off her now-clean, healthy-ish hair. It was still a little thinner than it should be, but should be better by morning…

She looked to Duke, opening her mouth to say it was his turn, only to stop. He was sitting on his bed, gingerly touching his shoulder. He hadn’t yet snapped it back into place, apparently.

She hesitated.

“I… I can fix it for you.”

His head shot up to look at her. He eyed her, blatant distrust lining his features. She might have been offended by it, back when she was a human and her emotions still ran hot instead of cold, but it wasn’t like she didn’t understand. If he had offered to help her, she would have wondered whether he was planning a surprise attack, too.

Slowly, warily, he nodded.

She made her way over, just as slowly, in the way she might approach a wild cat she wanted to take as a familiar.

She took a seat beside him and rested a careful hand on his back.

“Can I use some of your energy?” she asked, because they didn’t have much they could channel with right now, and she wasn’t going to use her own life force to fix his shoulder.

He grimaced, but nodded.

She closed her eyes.

The first thing she noticed was that he was young. Perhaps not even a century old yet. Where her body was always eager to get back into the positions they had resided in for hundreds of years, his still fought her. She had expected it would be harder to alter his body than her own, she had suspected that she was older since their first meeting, but this? She was no longer sure whether she could fix this.

The second thing she noticed was that he had his Item on him, somehow. He had far too much power thrumming beneath his skin for anything different. But where could it be? He changed his clothes daily. Had he eaten it? She supposed that that might work, witches didn’t have digestive systems –.

She abruptly noticed a third thing. And almost second-guessed it, because it was so strange that it simply had to be untrue.

His body felt… alive. In a way that her own couldn’t be. Her own body was largely empty, with only magic thrumming beneath her skin to keep everything more or less where it was supposed to be. Once she had stopped needing to eat food, the bacteria in her stomach had turned on itself, desperate to eat, and had attacked everything that had once made her ‘alive’, until it had eventually run out of things to consume and died off itself.

She could still ‘bleed’. Magic was happy to spill out of her when her skin was torn, identical to human blood save for the fact that it was horrifically acidic. She still, kind of, had bones, in that her skin did not take kindly to being shoved out of place after so long. Her body, while inhuman, still behaved in a lot of the ways that a human’s might.

This, though?

This was a whole different thing entirely. There were bones. Muscles. Blood circulation. Lungs. A heart, even!

“What – what are you?” she asked.

He smiled. “A witch.”

She wasn’t sure she agreed. He had magic, sure, but this wasn’t right.

Still, it wasn’t as if she could compel him to tell her anything. She could barely compel humans, and even that was weak – a suggestion more than an order.

So, as frustrated as she might be, she couldn’t do anything.

(She did, however, maybe, push his shoulder back into place a little more forcefully than was entirely necessary.)

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They stood in the town square. Everyone knew what had happened, but only two ‘people’ knew who had done it.

Of course, those two did not want to be caught.

Which was why the guard had to go. If there was something they didn’t need, it was someone who was patrolling the area every night. Marinette had had a few pleasant conversations with the woman, but sentiment wasn’t something she was prone to feeling, and even if it was she would probably care way more about not dying.

So, yeah, they needed to take her out of the equation.

Duke tightened his grip on her hand briefly.

Someone was paying attention to them.

Marinette made panic contort her features, briefly, before tamping it down in favor of an expression that seemed mildly concerned.

“Did – did you hear what they just said?” she ‘whispered’, pointing vaguely into the crowd. “They asked who would benefit the most from everyone being scared…”

She leaned into Duke slightly, as if for comfort. After spending several days on end in each other’s presence, they had somewhat gotten used to each other, but being quite this close made her hackles rise. Her discomfort was suddenly far more real. At least it might be more convincing.

Not that she really needed to be convincing, of course.

Paranoid as the townsfolk already were, planting the idea into their minds was easy.

Though, Marinette was annoyed to say, the guard wasn’t killed. Perhaps because no one wanted to take a trained guardsman in a fight. Especially if the woman was a witch.

At least she was exiled.

They watched the guard disappear into the woods with nothing but a backpack and the clothes on her back, never to be seen again. Duke squeezed Marinette's hand, tight enough that it might have hurt had she been a human.

Marinette looked over, expecting him to have something to show her. But he didn’t seem to be aware of what he was doing. Watching the woman leave, his eyes gleaming.

She, lightly, squeezed back.

And a few days later, the townsfolk celebrated, because the witches hadn’t stolen anything in days, and therefore they must have successfully driven out the true witch.

Marinette and Duke were the happiest of all.

And no one noticed the blood caked beneath their fingernails.

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The townsfolk, of course, knew that they were being baited, that every person they sent to the bottom of the river was likely framed…

But they couldn’t seem to ignore that needling voice in the back of their mind:

What if it was real? What if it was a genuine slip up on the witch’s part? What if this was their one chance to get rid of the witch?

And the witches, of course, sunk their claws deeper into the town.

They might, one day, sink in too deep, and draw blood.

They couldn’t wait.

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Marinette and Duke laid on the ground, both grinning widely at the ceiling. Even now, faint shivers still ran through her from time to time, relief and magic washing over her over and over again. She hadn’t felt this content in what felt like ages.

“Think this is what humans feel like after they’re full?” Duke asked. “You know, that sleepy-full feeling they always talk about?”

“What? Did you turn so long ago that you can’t remember?” she teased.

“I never turned.”

She blinked. If she wasn’t so artificially calm, she might have jolted, sat upright, started demanding an answer. As it was, she simply turned onto her side and sent him a mildly curious look.

He gave her a smile. It wasn’t tired, they couldn’t really be tired, but it was about as close as they could get. “I was born a witch. My dad was a demon, I guess it didn’t fully transfer.”

She struggled to wrap her mind around the idea. She, like every other witch – outside of him, apparently – had become a witch through a deal with a demon. Power, but at the price of your soul. At the price of your very humanity.

She didn’t know if she missed it. She couldn’t really miss anything at all.

Still, dully, she thought that it was kind of messed up that Duke had never gotten the choice as to whether he would lose his soul. It had simply never existed to begin with.

She was feeling… something. It wasn’t fear or anger, nor manic glee. She didn’t know what it was, she only knew one thing for sure:

She hated it.

She would do anything to wipe that look off of his face.

Hesitantly, she reached up and pulled out her earrings. Marinette knew that, if she gave them to him, he could make her leave forever, could tell her to walk right out of town and she would have no choice but to obey…

At least she wouldn’t have to look at his annoying, confusing face anymore.

She held them out for him to take.

He looked confused, mumbled about how his ears weren’t even pierced, but he accepted.

The second he touched them, he jolted, his fingers instantly curling around the offering and dragging it back into his chest, more than aware of what it was and what it meant. He gave her a wide-eyed stare.

“This is…”

“My Item,” she agreed, though the way she said it was slightly stilted, as if she were in pain. She wasn’t, not really, but there was a part of her mind that was screaming at her for giving up something that would make her so vulnerable. Some part of her that wanted to jump him, to try and wrestle them out of his grip. “Please accept it.”

Duke looked down at her Item for just a moment longer, before looking back at her. He smiled so brightly that she wondered how she had never noticed that he was partially human before this, because there was so much warmth there. He was living.

Distantly, she thought that she wanted it.

The next morning, she caught him piercing his ears with sewing needles.

For a moment, she swore she could feel her heart beat in her chest.

She didn't have a heart anymore, so this wasn’t the case, of course, but she couldn’t help but smile regardless.

She still chided him for using her good sewing needles, though.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

The town gossip being sent to the bottom of the lake was… a surprise.

Marinette and Duke hadn’t arranged for that to happen, actually. They hadn’t even thought the gardener would notice that some of the branches of his plants were a little thinner than they had been the previous day. Even if he had, they had assumed he’d blame the musician who had recently joined him and his buddy, or his original buddy. Who else would have access to his shop, after all?

But, no, they were pretty sure it was a simple personal vendetta.

Humans are so fascinating when they’re at their worst.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Duke slowly pulled his shirt over his head. This wasn’t particularly shocking, considering they lived together – it’s pretty much inevitable that you’re going to see a roommate naked at least once by accident – but he had never done so in a way that had felt so intimate before, his eyes firmly locked on her own.

And then, carefully, he slid his hand into his chest, and plucked out his own heart, presenting it for her to see.

She took it in her hands, and was surprised to find that it was still beating, though in a way that was far more muted than the human hearts she had touched in the past. Of course, those people had been scared out of their minds and screaming over the hand in their chest, so perhaps her perception of a normal heart rate was incorrect, but…

Either way, she smiled and pressed a kiss to the offering. Blood painted her lips red.

Duke didn’t seem to mind. He still took her chin in his hand, pulling her face up to meet his own.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

The door opened.

Marinette and Duke could only look up, eyes wide, at the poor store owner and his buddy, who had made the grave mistake of deciding to check on the shop that night.

They must have been quite the sight, considering Duke’s heart was still clutched in her hands, which was a far cry from being inside of his body like it was supposed to be.

His heart seemed to spring to life in her palms, beating faster and faster.

“I guess you’ve caught me,” Duke said, gentle even as he pushed her off. He got to his feet, dusting imaginary dirt from himself. He held his hands up in a kind of surrender, but she could see his eyes flicking around the floor, searching for a crystal he could use to escape. He must not have found one, because his jaw set. He sent the humans a smirk. “And here I thought I would get away with seducing her into silence.”

Oh, that bastard was trying to take all the blame.

“Wait,” she said, trying to scramble to her feet.

He sent her a cutting look, and instantly she was forced back to the ground, an invisible pressure holding her down, her forehead against the floor.

Her earrings.

She squeezed the heart in her palm, but every time she tried to think of a command to give him, her mind went blank. The words ‘I am a witch, too’ never seemed to leave her tongue.

Of course, the fact that she had been forced to the floor by something they couldn’t see only solidified the truth of Duke’s claims in their minds.

Funny, because it actually confirmed that Marinette was a witch, not Duke, but since when had humans ever taken the time to actually understand those that they feared?

“You – you – you come with us! We will put you to a fair trial, so long as you promise not to hurt anyone!”

Duke’s head tipped back in a laugh, but there was nothing genuinely amused about it. “Ah, yeah, a fair trial. If you’re innocent, you die, and if you’re a witch, you’re left to rot. How fun.”

“Well – do you know a better solution?” the store owner asked.

“Sure. But I’m not going to tell you it.”

Was he refusing to say for her sake?

She might as well return the favor…

And, though it was embarrassing to admit, she was more than a little fond of him. Sure, she used to want him to leave her town, had struggled to stop herself from sinking her teeth into the skin of his neck in hopes that she might spill enough magic for the townsfolk to take notice and subsequently take his life. But, now, having spent quite a while living with him...

Well, she had grown used to his presence. She wasn’t sure what she would do if he was gone.

Marinette squeezed the heart in her hand just a little tighter, drawing upon his life source.

A gem crept its way up into his pocket.

That night, Duke was flung into the lake.

Or, rather, toward the lake. He didn’t step foot inside of it, his nose scrunching in mild disgust at the mere thought of touching the algae below, opting to float less than a meter above the waters.

The chains around him started to glow red hot, melting off of him in sloughs. The hot iron met the water in a hiss of acrid-smelling steam.

He floated back over to the stunned townsfolk, slowly, as if he had all the time in the world.

They would not have the same luxury.

“I’ve always wondered what you humans would do if a witch managed to get free,” he said. “I think your methods for dealing with witches need work. Not that you’ll get much time to fix them, I guess.”

The town continued to stare at him in muted horror.

“Run,” Marinette advised.

The townsfolk went scurrying like mice, leaving the two witches in the dust. Rushing towards their homes, hoping to grab a few things before they could ditch town. One or two smart ones disappeared into the woods. Their reward would be the few extra days-worth of survival before they were hunted down.

The two witches watched them all go for a moment.

And then Marinette knelt, picking a small dandelion, twirling the small flower between her fingers. She smiled as she tucked it behind her ear.

For a moment, she looked like just a normal woman, enjoying the simple pleasures in life.

The wicked gleam in her eyes ruined this effect.

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The witches stood in the middle of a town – or what had once been one. Now, there was simply the carcasses of buildings, the stench of burning bodies, and dying flames licking at their heels.

Marinette skipped over, flowers blooming at her feet, only to get eaten by the flames within seconds.

Duke beamed at her. A sunshiny thing that made the air around it seem brighter in comparison. Or perhaps that was just the fire.

“I think we got everyone,” she reported, dutifully. “There should be no one left alive to reveal our secret.”

“Sweet,” he said, stretching his arms above his head, sighing contentedly. “Think we should leave now?”

“Yeah, the next town over might come investigating in the morning. A huge fire is kind of hard to miss, especially on a starless night.”

He nodded along. “That checks out.”

“Well, yeah, everything I say checks out. I’m always right.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Then why didn’t you just… use your own magic to help me?”

Marinette couldn’t blush, for she didn’t have blood, but she still felt remarkably warm. Probably because of the fire. She fought to keep her expression neutral. “Honestly? I’d never thought of that.”

His head tipped back in a laugh. “Holy – what, so the centuries old witch forgot she had magic?”

“I’m not that old,” she said, even though she was. She pouted lightly. “I was panicking. Give me a break.”

His laughter petered off, until he was smiling at her, something soft in his eyes. Almost human.

(She needed it.)

He leaned in to press a chaste kiss to her lips.

And then laced his fingers through his. “Ready to move on to the next town?”

“Absolutely. C’mon.”

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An Unexpected Gain

Epilogue - Seven Months Later

Colin Shea X Female Reader

Previously…

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A/N: This is my submission @the-slumberparty‘s Week 2 Writing Challenge: Blast From The Past. I know I promised to write an epilogue to this in 2020, and I actually started to write this a year ago, but I hated every version of this that I’d written. I just want to say thanks to @navybrat817 and @darkficsyouneveraskedfor for hosting these challenges and giving me a reason to kick myself in the arse and get myself motivated to get this finished. Maybe one day I will revisit these idiots, but I’m not going to promise anything.

Warnings: All the fluff, brief mention of childbirth but nothing graphic

Word count: 568

Moodboard by @imanuglywombat

Once Upon a Time in the city of Boston, Massachusetts, Colin Shea had forgotten why he didn't like hospitals. Maybe it was something to do with cold, bright lights, or the smell... To be honest, he didn't really care any more; what he had witnessed just hours before was pure magic, and he was sure he was going to be in awe of you for the rest of his life. A small part of him wanted to stay with you in the small cocoon of your hospital room forever, but he couldn't wait to get home and begin his new role, raising his son.

The labour had been long and arduous. Unsurprisingly, Colin had been by your side for the entire thing, his support unflinching. When the midwife placed the small, mucus-covered human onto your chest and the baby started bellowing, he didn't think it was this possible to be this happy.

Colin was reluctantly making his way back to the car to fetch your phone charger. Squinting as he stepped into the early morning sunlight, Colin tried to remember how long he had been in that hospital room for. The last couple of days had been like a particularly vivid fever dream, that felt like an eternity and just a few seconds at the same time. Pausing to take in his surroundings, he wondered if the birds in the sky and the nurses making their way home from the night shift knew that the world had changed irreversibly overnight.

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Rentering the building charger in hand, Colin decided to forgo his morning coffee until he was certain that you and the baby had settled. However, as he strode past the gift shop, something green and fuzzy caught his eye that immediately stopped him in is tracks.

When Colin went into the gift shop and took a further look at the chartreuse creature, he smirked in recognition. Picking up the inanimate amphibian, and looking into it's large yellow eyes, Colin knew that it was coming home with him. He could just imagine the look on your face when he presented you with the cuddly toy, but Colin couldn't think of a more appropriate first buddy for his child.

Sure, despite the inside jokes of frogs, princes and jesters; your relationship was nothing like the pile of fairytale books that was sitting in the nursery. There were definitely some communication issues that needed to be straightened out, especially when you decided to be cohabiters, not neighbours; but the pair of you were now stronger than ever in your new home in North End.

As Colin reached the till, and reached into his pocket for his wallet, his fingers brushed against the velvet box that he had kept on him since he had made a sneaky visit to the jewellery store a few weeks ago. He was not planning on getting down on one knee just yet, but after the way he had found out about the pregnancy, he was too scared to try and hide it at home.

Colin wondered what would happen if he could go back in time to tell his smug past self about how you would quickly become the love of his life, and how he would become a father. While commitment and fatherhood were truly an unexpected gain of the friends with benefits arrangement, he wouldn't have changed any of it for the world.

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Moon's Sun | 7 | Bonding

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It was late in the evening, and you and Jungkook decided to go for a walk and check out the small shops before deciding to go somewhere to eat.

Some shopkeepers were selling clothes, some were selling leather goods, and some had food stalls.

After making the rounds of the evening market, it was high time for you to eat. Despite your protests, Jungkook was determined to make you stop at a food stall to eat. You repeatedly told him you were okay and could check out the rest of the stalls, but he wouldn't listen. You wanted to protest, but your stomach agreed with Jungkook and growled as if there was a monster in your stomach.

"Don't be stubborn. Let's stop and eat. We'll watch the rest after we eat." Defeated, you didn't protest anymore and followed him blindly. "What are you in the mood for?" Not knowing what to eat, Jungkook lets you choose for both of you.

There was one thing you'd been craving for, even dreaming about. "How about seafood? Living in Busan for as long as you can remember, you loved almost all seafood, with a few exceptions.

"Sounds good to me." Without further ado, he intertwined your arm with his own before leading you to where you could find better-quality seafood. You had to leave the market and head for the harbor.

The place was not far from where you were. It was only a five-minute walk. It was a building with several small seafood shops - the one you used to go to with the rest of the group.

Over the years, you have come to see only one shopkeeper. A very old man, well into his seventies, he thought of you as his grandchildren, and you thought of him as your grandfather. Back in high school, you used to help him sometimes - on weekends, holidays, and in the summer.

Today, Kim Seojun, the eldest of their two children, had taken over his father's business. They would place an order when they didn't have time to go to the port. Taemin, Seojun's son, would make the deliveries.

Working with Mr. Kim was your first job. Your guardian insisted that you continue your studies. To make you more responsible and independent, he made a deal with you that he would pay for your studies, but you were on your own when it came to eating, going out, buying clothes, etc., which was understandable.

You hadn't seen your guardian in a long time. You knew he traveled a lot but didn't know what he did for a living.

"Jungkook, YN," When you arrived in front of the Kim stall, you and Jungkook were greeted warmly by Taemin, who was just leaving to deliver an order. "It's been a long time since I've seen you. I wondered if you were still alive". He hugged Jungkook, took you in his arms, and gave you a big hug.

"Don't exaggerate, Tae," you say with a laugh. "We met last week." Often you were too lazy to cook on your days off, so what better way than to order from your favorite shopkeeper. "I know. But it's not enough." He says with a sulk. "We used to see each other practically every day."

"We know, buddy. I promise we'll try to remedy that and compensate for lost time." Jungkook tried to cheer up our friend again. Taemin's face lit up like a child who had been promised a toy. "You promise?" Taemin looked back at you, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Of course." You tell him, stroking his arm lovingly and without any backbone.

"Yah-" You hear the voice of a grown man. "What the hell are you still doing here? The order isn't going to come by itself!" Behind the counter was Mr. Kim Seojun, a knife in his hand, looking unhappy.

Before running away, Taemin said goodbye, got on his motorcycle, and rode off without looking back. The scene in front of your eyes made you and Jungkook smile. The years went by, but the relationship between the Kims never changed - only good memories with them and many moments of breathtaking laughter.

"That boy, I swear." Once his son was out of sight, Seojun welcomed you back with a big smile. "Well, I was wondering when I would see you again." He says to you in a teasing tone but also with a bit of reproach. "Sorry, Jun. The last few days have been a bit complicated and strange."

Jungkook, who had been looking at the man in his forties, changes his trajectory to land on you. When you turned your head to look at him, you saw a slightly worried look on his face. You gave him a small smile to reassure him, and he drew you closer with his arm, always tangled with yours.

"Good, but I hope to see you more often. You've been missed, guys." You smile at him before making it clear that he has also been missed. "By the way, where are the others?" He asks, looking at you in turn. "They're not coming tonight. It's just going to be this miss and me." Seojun's face lights up at this moment.

"Oh, I see. Finally, after all these years, you've taken the plunge?" You couldn't hide your surprised look at what the man in front of you said. While you looked at him with beady eyes, Jungkook had his mouth open, probably as surprised as you were.

You could feel your cheeks getting hot. No doubt you were blushing like a tomato, so to hide it, you lowered your head and let your hair form a curtain to hide your blushing cheeks from the two men.

Coming to his senses, Jungkook was the first to clear up the misunderstanding. "N-No. We will compensate for lost time and celebrate my becoming her roommate." Looking at Seojun again, you notice his smile still on his lips.

"Alright then." You didn't know why, but his tone made you think Seojun had difficulty believing it. "Shall I serve you as usual?" Seojun asked, preferring to change the subject when he saw how red your and Jungkook's cheeks were. You and Jungkook looked at each other in silence, wondering if it was okay, before you nodded and answered Seojun in the affirmative.

"Very good." The man behind the counter came to the front, where the fresh products in aquariums were offered to his customers. The offerings were diverse and varied. Fish, crab, lobster, shrimp, octopus, squid, periwinkles, scallops. But also sea pineapple, sea cucumber, sea penis*, and many other choices.

After Seojun selected the best and most prominent products that were still alive for his two favorite customers, he went back behind the counter to prepare your order while you and Jungkook sat at a table for two in front of the stall.

"I feel like it's been forever since I had a nice little dish from the Kims," Jungkook said as he looked toward the ocean. After taking a deep breath of the iodine smell of the sea with your eyes closed, you replied, "Me too.

"I missed it," your friend continued. With your eyes closed you felt like you were being watched. When you opened your eyes again, Jungkook was looking at you, a smile on his lips, showing his bunny teeth. "What?" You frowned, not understanding why he was looking at you.

"Nothing. You've always had this habit of sitting down, closing your eyes, and breathing deeply. It's cute." Hearing him say your habit was 'cute' again warmed your cheeks. "T-thank you." That was the first thing you thought of. To overcome your embarrassment, you continue. "It relaxes me. I love the ocean. Hearing the sound of the waves breaking on the rocks and smelling the smell of the sea lulls me to sleep".

Jungkook just nods his head. "If I could, I would build a hut by the sea and live there for the rest of my life. Jungkook didn't say anything. He just listened to you and took in new information about you.

Although you've been friends for a long time, you've never bothered to go out together, which he thought was a shame. He hadn't experimented with just the two of you for very long, but he might get used to it at this rate. Now he understood why his other friends liked to spend time with just the two of you.

While you helped him adjust to his new room at your place - now also his - you listened to him talk about himself, never once complaining, even giving him advice and offers to play with him if you weren't an expert at games.

"One day, when I'm a little older, probably when I'm retired, I'm going to move to a house by sea. Hear the sound of the seagulls, the waves. Taking long walks on the beach with, who knows, my boyfriend, with our feet in the water. Watching the sunset every day. For me, this is the definition of a dream life. My dream life.

To others, your dream life may sound cliché, worthy of those corny movies. But for you, even if you were not a romantic and girly person, you have been attracted to the sea since you were young. And that was the definition of a dream life.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was a little more surprised by you. He knew you were not the kind of girl who liked pink - not that you had anything against it. In fact, when you were younger, it was the only color you lived for. You were even less romantic, fragile, to be protected, etc.

At that moment, he saw you as an independent young woman, dreamy and determined to live her dream life. He also noticed that you were a simple person for whom small things made her happy. And a person with whom you could talk for hours about anything and everything without getting bored until time passed without you noticing.

"What about you?" Looking at Jungkook again, you could see that he hadn't taken his eyes off you once and listened intently while a gentle smile adorned his soft pink lips.

"There you go." Seojun had said with your plates in his hands. Just the sight of the bowl had been enough to make you salivate and your stomach rumble. "Chef, can we have a bottle of soju?" Being of legal drinking age, Jungkook couldn't do without soju or beer, let alone a good bottle of red wine.

"It's done. Seojun leaves to get our new order before returning and leaving the bottle on the table with two glasses before taking his place behind the counter to serve the new customers.

Jungkook serves a glass of soju before raising it to make a toast. "To us, our bonding time, and to my beautiful roommate." You clink your glasses and take a sip. "Let's eat."

Wonderful. A burst of flavor in your mouth. "So, what would your dream life be like?" You ask Jungkook again. He puts his chopsticks on the side of his plate, rests his forearms on the table, and tilts his head, thinking about his dream life.

"Well, nothing too complicated. My dream life would be to travel the world without any worries. One day in one country, the next week in another, and so on. But I don't want to travel alone. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fun. That's why if I find a girlfriend one day, she must be simple, dreamy, and unafraid of challenges". He pauses, takes a drink, and continues while your eyes are still on him.

"I'd like to go on a trip one day, just on a whim, with a backpack and my girlfriend. To experience new cultures, grow spiritually, and visit unusual places that very few people know about". As he talked about his dream life, Jungkook was immersed in his desires, and you could see his eyes sparkling with excitement.

But suddenly, his eyes became cloudy, and the carefree, dreamy, childlike look had evaporated, giving way to disillusionment before you could hear. "But I couldn't." You didn't understand why he said that. Your life had just begun. Nothing was lost, much less impossible.

"Why do you say that?" He smiled sadly at you. "I have no job and no girlfriend." Was that what was bothering him? "Is that all?" You smile, "All is not lost, my friend. If you want, I can help you find a job. And as for the girlfriend, we can arrange blind dates for you." Even though this last suggestion was reluctant, you couldn't be selfish. It wasn't about you and your feelings for him anymore. It was about cheering him up.

He laughed softly as he brought his chopsticks to his mouth. "As for the trip, we'll have to wait a little longer." Jungkook shook his head, pretending to be desperate at your suggestions before stroking your head, messing up your hair.

This day had begun well, and one had the impression that it would end wonderfully.

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Christmas with the Hayakawas

Domestic fluff, wholesome,

Summary: It's Denji and Power first Christmas

“ Look it’s Christmas Eve. I still have cooking ti prepare for tomorrow so you two can pick one-“

“ I WISH TO HAVE EVERYTHING!”

“ Hell yeah!”

“ ONE thing. You pick out one thing from the store!”

Denji and Power pout while Aki pinched his nose. He wished he could leave them at home but nooo they wanted to come. “ Just mind your manners and don’t trash the store, Power.” The fiend stuck her tongue out and dashed off into one of the isles. “!Denji keep an eye on her?” Denji scowls stomping his foot. “ Why I always gotta watch Power??” Aki rolls his eyes grabbing shopping cart. “ Hey we have an agreement whatever I say you do.” Aki walks pass Denji going to good isle. Denji goes down book isle. Reminding himself he could pick out one gift.

Denji never even heard of Christmas much to Aki’s shock. A day out whole year you get gifts? Must be nice. “ Pochita wish you were here with me..” Denji mumbles eyeing the swimsuit magazines. Christmas was special so Denji thought about his gift. What exactly would he want outside his dreams. “ Denji look at all these cakes!” Power grabbed Denji showing him the pastery display. “ Fruit cake?” Power sticks out her tongue in disgust. “ No fool THIS cake!” Power turns Denji’s head to look at the wedding size cake. He never had cake before. Maybe that’s a gift he wanted. “ Denji get the cake as your gift and then give it to me!” Power declares resting her head in Denji’s shoulder.

“ No way! I’m not wasting my gift you! If I get the cake it’s mine.”

“….are you still getting the cake?”

“ No!”

Denji groans, he didn’t know what he wanted. Anything he wanted he could get any day. Expect Miss Makima. Denji had to work harder to get her. Besides the point what did he want. Denji sees Aki putting some clothes in his cart. Maybe he could get Aki something. Sure he’s an uptight asshole and maybe his buddy did pass away. Aki didn’t kick him and power out the house Makima orders or not.

“ Power, Denji we’re leaving soon make a decision.”

Denji huffs stomped on what he wanted. Denji looks down an arts and crafts isle. “ Hm..” Denji makes it to the checkout line with Power and Aki. “ Power I said one thing.” Aki says holding cat toy and very large gummy bear. “ Not true one is for me and the other is for Meowy!” Aki doesn’t say anything giving them to the cashier to scan. “ Denji you found something?” Denji sets his gift on the conveyer belt. “ That’s what you want?” Denji nods and Aki shrugs placing everything else on counter to be scanned. Aki pats and the three take the shopping bags.

“ Hey let’s do that!”

Denji points at photo machine. “ Woooow let’s do it!” Power says rushing towards the machine. Aki chuckles joining them. “ Just one set and we’re going home.” The three gather on the small kiosk and draw the curtains. Denji manage to convince Aki to print three for each of them.

-Next day-

“ DENJI THE DAY OF CHRISTMAS IS NOW!”

Power jumps on Denji’s stomach making him wake up. “ Hurry Denji and watch me open my tributes!” Power dashes out the room and meowy follows behind meowing happily. “ Topknot look the Santa devil brought us offerings!” Denji walks pass a yawning Aki and gasps. Their small Christmas tree did in fact have presents under them lots of them too. “ Power open the ones that have your name on it.” Aki commands taking a seat.

Power rips into the wrapping gasp louder and louder by the present. She received mainly clothes, from Aki. There’s long one wrapped up. “ Power that’s from me open it!” Power tears into the messy wrapping and gasps. A cat head on a stick that opens and closes. “ Oh no.” Aki laughs immediately as Power hits him with it. “ I shall name it Meowy Jr!” The cat toy clamps open and close as Meowy tries paw at it.

“ Okay Denji open your gifts. “ Denji grinned unsure where to start. “ You should open mines!” Power says using her new toy to talk for her. Judging by awful wrapping it had Power written all over it. Opening it the gift was a cook book for cats. “ Now you can make tasty treats for my Meowy. Your welcome!” Power said proudly with a grin. Denji laughs he always wanted to try cooking. “ Pretty cool Power thank you!” Power looks surprise and gives a warm smile. Rest of Denji’s gifts were clothes and book about aquatic creatures ( from Aki), a sex Ed book ( the late Himeno), and a hoilday paycheck ( from Makima). Though everyone got hoilday paycheck from Makima.

“ I think that’s everything?”

“ We feast now?”

“ Aki did you get any gifts?”

Aki just shakes his head smiling. “ It’s fine. My Christmas is usually..quiet. This mainly for you guys.” Power and Denji glance at each other. They leave the room and return hands behind their backs. “ Bummer you didn’t get anything thing we got you stuff.” Denji and Power hand Aki his gifts. “ Uh..you guys didn’t have to…I’ll open this one first.” Aki pulls the ribbon and Power grins with excitement. It was a fox piggy bank. “ Because you have that fox devil!” Aki nods not having the heart to say Kon no longer has contract with him. “ Thank you Power. That’s actually very sweet of you.” Aki ruffles the fiend’s hair. “ Okay open mines Dude!” It was flat and light. Aki opens it and his eyes widen. A picture frame of him, Power, and Denji.

“ You didn’t have any pictures in your room so I thought why not get you one! We’re team after all!”

“ Huh you use your gift to becomes topknot’s gift?”

“ Duh- dude you crying? It sucks doesn’t it?”

Aki rubs his face and sure enough he’s crying. “ It’s perfect l, Denji,,,” Aki’s voice crack as tears continue to fall. “ You guys,,,aren’t such a pain after all,,,” Aki hugs the two surprising them both. “ Bro it’s just a picture no reason to cry!” Denji mumbles patting Aki’s back awkwardly. “ We’ll anything with me, the greatest president, is a luxury. “ Power giggles hugging Aki and Denji. Aki chuckles wiping his face. “ Wow,,uh I’m gonna get started on dinner.” Aki takes the picture frame setting it on the kitchen counter.

“ Yo someone’s the door?”

Denji goes to answer it seeing Kishibe. “ Teach? What you doing here? Oh and uh Merry Christmas?” Kishibe is drinking from his flask and has three boxes in his hand. “ You punks eating yet?” Denji shakes his head as Kishibe walks inside. “ Kishibe why are you here?” Kishibe groans taking a seat at the counter.

“ I’m bored and need something to do. So I figure I get some food, get drunk, and watch you clowns tonight.”

“ Okay..I think I have some wine.”

“ Teach are those presents for us?”

“ Gimme gimme!”

The small boxes had three colors: red, blue, and yellow. Power took the red one, obliviously, and opened it. “ I shall name this one Meowy the third!” A tiny cat keychain that Power clips to her cat stick. Denji got a dog keychain. Aki was a lighter keychain, yes it actually lights cigarettes. The trio and with their house guest enjoyed their Christmas together. A fine dream fulfilled and all Denji could ask for is to experience more holidays with his new found family.

[sxnburst]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE

NAME:  Sun Wukong (Sun)

NICKNAME(S): Simi (Belial), The Monkey King, Monkey, Great Sage of Heaven, The title of the Keeper of the Heavenly Horses, Demon Monkey (Bentley) , Dirty Ape (Bentley), Dumbass Monkey (Bentley), list any derogatory names of Monkeys here (By Bentley and his buddies), Golden Monkey (Cagemates), there are so many nicknames

ALIAS(ES): (During the time he was fighting back home) The Monkey King

AGE: 22 (900+)

SPECIES: Deity

PRONOUN: He/his

ORIENTATION: demi-romantic

ZODIAC: Unknown

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral

ABILITIES/POWERS: Please refer to here

INTERESTS: Gardening, sewing/knitting/crocheting,

FEARS: Being left behind, forgotten, and abandoned.

GUILTY PLEASURES: There's none. Or....I guess fighting. Or maybe not? IDFK :D

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Korean, English, Chinese (When he woke from his dream nap), probably some others

PROFESSION: WAS an underground fighter back home AND in Isola, but now he just delivers some sexy toys from Eiden's shop.

BODY TYPE: Sun used to be smaller in size and weight, but still have some lean muscles. Though right now, he's taller, broad shoulders and while he's not SUPER buffed, depending on what outfit he wears, you can see how swol??? is that a word? He is.

HEIGHT: 5'10

[dumbbitchdoestwitch]

TIL knock-off furby goo would taste like a push-pop

I recently had surgery, so I have way too much extra time on my hands. With that in mind, I have fallen down a rabbit hole of unhinged smut. We've gone beyond monster fucking and have somehow landed in a sea of objects I've never been attracted to in my life. In the interest of keeping things simple, I'll split this curse into posts by author, starting with Nicole Parker. Now there are 4 novelas slated to be in this series of short, paranormal romance stories with only 2 having been published at the time of writing. These absolute gems are part of the "kyleverse" which essentially is a universe that includes Kyle. He's not the main character just a very horny and nonjudgmental buddy who helps things along.

RAKE:

The first story in the series, Rake, features a guy who cheats on a witch with the witch's sister and, as punishment, is turned into a garden utensil. He then randomly appears in a woman's garage as a rake and with the help of her fwb (Kyle), realizes he has found the love of his life after hearing her come. As much as my little ace heart enjoys a love story, I honestly would've preferred if our rake stayed a rake if only to avoid the true love cliche. Other than that, I found the BDSM elements fun, but did run into some things that absolutely wrecked my immersion. One being some minor grammar errors here and there and the second, actually important issue being that our rake lover is, presumably, a wooden-handled rake. This is based purely off the cover art and it's not explicitly stated in the story, but I really couldn't get past the coochie splinters. However, coming in at ~35 pages on my e-reader, it's not like this is a huge time commitment. If you're looking for a wham, bam, thank you ma'am with a sweet, horny ending, this may be the smut for you.

FAULTY:

The second story in the series features a knock-off furby (flurbo), who's hornier than any toy I've ever heard of in my life. We open with our fmc wanting to buy a flurbo from a mysterious, attractive shop keep. The full-price ones are a bit expensive for a trinket, so our shop keep recommends buying a "faulty" model. I would like to point out now that the flurbo is described as having coral fur and teal eyelids. So in my mind, this is what that little fucker looks like:

Once our fmc gets the flurbo home and pops some batteries in, we find that it doesn't seem to be faulty. Until our fmc goes to sleep and that freaky little fucker wakes her up standing at the foot of her bed. Oh, and did I mention the flurbo is now SEVEN FEET TALL?? Well, he is! FMC freaks TF out (understandably) and flurbo returns to normal size leaving our fmc to think it was just a wild dream. Until the next night when flurbo and our fmc get a little freaky (turns out that beak buzzes). Disappointingly, our fmc can only fully understand the flurbo when he's in his late night giant horny form, so she gets off but gets no plot info for us.

Following their late night "tickle session", our fmc feels inclined to share what she's been up to with her coworker: Kyle. Kyle, being our weirdly supportive acquaintance for the story, offers to stay over night so our fmc will have someone there to remind her to ask the flurbo how all of this works. You know since flurbo hits it so good our fmc forgets the important stuff. Like clockwork, flurbo comes to bed, we get a tiny bit of info about how to control flurbo's size and then flurbo absolutely rails our fmc with his flurbo cock that rolls out from his battery compartment? Kyle watches and has a grand time by himself, helps clean up our fmc and tastes the flurbo jizz which is when we learn that the neon orange fluid tastes like a push pop. That's also when I got very concerned for our fmc's pH levels.

The next morning, the 3 have an unhinged threesome while our fmc is partially bound. As weird as the whole thing is, I do have to give the author points for 1. having Kyle implement a safe signal (we love proper BDSM rep!) & 2. mentioning Kyle's condom usage (we love safe sex!) & 3. Kyle giving aftercare since flurbo kinda can't do anything except stand in a corner all creepy after.

While neither of these stories made me want to fuck anything, let alone these specific, usually inanimate objects, I will say that they accomplish being quick and dirty short stories about weird sex with a side of kink.

Both are well-written in terms of technical skill although there's a clear improvement going from Rake to Faulty in terms of pacing, structure and form. I would give Rake a 1.5 stars out of 5 (mainly because the coochie splinter thought is unforgivable) and Faulty gets 3 starts out of 5.