#alright i gotta get back to ✨Family Time✨

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Thinking about Flora,,,,,,,,,,,

GAH I LOVE HER I WANT HER

IWANTHERIWANTHERIWANTHER

Thinking about her redesign,,,,, i lover her i love her glowing yellow eyes

I wish i had added it in the drawing but she and Daisey have little snaggletooths and i love them they’re so cute

Wally is so lucky,,,,,,, his wife is so beautiful I adore her

He better watch his back I’ll steal her away /j

After i finished the flora doodle i pulled my Wally plushie up to see it and was like “look at your wife she’s gorgeous”

Making a human oc to be obsessed with her (me) /j

Also the horns on her hat were UGLY in that doodle GOOD GOD 😭

Hihihih,,,,,

Snaggletooths!!!? That's amazing I love snaggletooths gaaaah they're cute and silly hehe

Mmm Perhaps Flora has two hands? either way Wally is very lucky <3 what a beauty

PFFFT YEAH I love talking to my Wally and Barnaby plushies (they're sitting together<3) like "y'all seeing this shit?" the answer is no. bc they can't see the TV, but that's ok lol

[hitlikehammers]

💫FINALLY✨ The One Where Wayne Munson Has to Carefully Try Not To Eavesdrop 100% COMMIT TO THE EAVESDROPPING When 💕HIS NEPHEW'S BOYFRIEND💕 Comes By To FACE THE MUSIC Reveal What That Coffee Date ☕ Was REALLY All About

(well: at least Wayne's just a willful fool about all this, rather than a witless one) ——(3/3)

<<< part two

~or~

<<< back to the beginning

Wayne’s the one who lets Steve in the next morning.

It’s his day off, and he only managed to get to bed for a couple hours anyway, so he’s just shaking off sleep when the knock comes.

And of course Steve’s as polite as ever, takes his shoes off like the upper crust kid he’ll always be but not with any of the snootiness Wayne’d expected in the beginning, just an ingrained—and eventually, grew to be downright upsetting—need to not be obtrusive, to step on no possible toes. Wayne’d been wishing for a while he’d go ahead and stomp on whatever toes he’d like to, save that today—

Today’s-Steve looks about ready to blow a gasket, and goddamn but Wayne hurts for him. He hurts more for his own boy, if what he fears despite his own good sense is what’s about to happen. But at the very same time he can’t wholly ignore the equal truth that Steve?

Steve’s grown to be his boy, too.

Wayne offers a cup from the coffee he’s about to brew but Steve turns him down with a tight smile, barely even worth being called such, which is telling for itself and more for rejecting the coffee—Steve only really does that when something’s wrong.

But Steve’s barely got to craning his neck around to look for Eddie when the man himself pops out from his room, all dimples and the kind of joy you can feel fill a room. Wayne aches for how it might be lookin’ to get dimmed, sniffed out at worst, if things are about to go sideways.

But Steve, who’s looked like he was ‘bout to be ill since he came in, takes a full breath and sheds the slightest sliver of the tension in him, just for meeting Eddie’s eyes across the way, and then Eddie’s closing the gap, arms out wide and grabbing Steve in tight and Steve’s grabbing right back, and they look for all intents like they’re trying real hard to pull so close they’ll break bones and mesh into one person, and Wayne tries to find comfort in the way people don’t do that sorta thing if they’re lookin’ to hurt one another.

They might well do that sorta thing as a kind of goodbye, though.

Eddie’s pulling them to the couch as Wayne stews over the thoughts he’s got, all at odds with each other and his own gut feeling too at that, because he’s up against the evidence he has against it turning out alright, versus the way he does believe he knows Steve to be a good man; the coffee’s burbling and draws his attention as a kindness until he hears voices from the living room:

“Eds,” and Steve’s leaning in to Eddie on the sofa and Wayne has to strain to hear and that alone should be enough to stop him. To make the more’n obvious point that he’s in the mess he’s in at all because he didn’t keep his ears to himself.

He don’t know if it makes it better or worse, that he’s not a witless fool, just a wilful one, to hold still where he’s got the dishes in hand to dry in the kitchen, so he can have a clean cup for his coffee. When he should move to the porch, have a smoke, take a walk.

“I gotta talk to you,” and Steve sounds grave with it, and Wayne tenses—he wants so bad to be wrong, because he can’t believe that Steve would do the things all the little clues add up to so easy. Not that sweet boy beat around by circumstance beneath the surface; and not done to his boy, neither.

Because Steve looks at his Eddie not so different from the moony cow-eyes his nephew don’t even try to tame.

But it’s…he sounds like there’s a death in the family he’s come to convey. He sounds like the world’s maybe ending.

Wayne don’t know if he holds his breath just to hear better, or because everything feels fragile. Maybe both things at once.

“What’s up, Stevie?” Eddie speaks so low, so sweet like he cherishes so damn much. “Are you okay, is everything—”

“Everything’s fine,” and Steve, hell: he sounds just the same, like there’s love coming out his ears. “Good, even, great, possibly,” but that sounds stilted, or maybe anxious, and Wayne don’t quite know what to make of it; “if you…”

And even Wayne can hear the labor in the breathe Steve’s taking, so he ain’t surprised when Eddie goes in all gentle and half whispers to his boy:

“Hey, Stevie.”

And Wayne don’t look, he’s pouring his coffee now, can’t take the chance of burnin’ himself and risk missing out hours for it, ‘course that’s why.

He don’t look, but he hears exactly what Ed’s words do to Steve when the reply comes out with the kind of relief you can feel with a weight in it, for what it sloughs off and makes light again:

“Hey.”

He can catch the way Eddie rubs hands up Steve’s arms, back and forth and back, foreheads leaned in together, and they sit there long enough for Wayne to lean in comfortable enough against the counter and test the heat of his drink.

“Whatcha got to talk to me about?” And it’s Eddie who broaches the elephant in the room, the soured thing at the base of Wayne’s throat churning for the past day and change. Wayne expects Steve to hold off, tiptoe a little.

He doesn’t, though; not even a little.

“I got the job.”

And that…that ain’t what Wayne was fearing at all, is it.

“Steve,” and Eddie does sound like it’s a good thing, a great thing, truly he does; “baby, that’s amazing!” And then the springs of the couch are creaking and Steve’s making a punched-out sorta sound that means only one thing: Eddie’s tackled him whole-body to the other side of the sofa.

“Fuck I’m so proud of you, sweetheart, holy shit,” Ed’s sayin’ a little breathy, punctuated by loud wet kissy sounds that Wayne usually takes as his cue to skedaddle but…he needs a minute to reconcile what he’d been thinking without believing it could be true, and the reality that it seems he’d been right deep-down about who Steve Harrington was.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Steve’s protesting through laughter, but once they both seem to catch back their breaths he likewise leans back to something serious, and Wayne sees into the living room how Eddie’s stretched on top of Steve, with Steve reaching up and holding him by the cheeks:

“I won’t take it if you,” and Steve’s clearin’ his throat, something Wayne’s noticed is like a squaring of shoulders, whether that part’s there at the same time or not; “I won’t take it, not if it means,” and it’s a painful thing the way Steve swallows, the click of it somethin’ Wayne can hear all the way in to kitchen:

“I won’t take it, and not be with you.”

And that…that Wayne don’t quite get, and he feels wrong-footed for more than just listening in, as if that weren’t enough on its own, plus the cause of the problems he’d been wrestling to start, but then: “What?”

Ed seems just as puzzled, which makes Wayne feel a little less bamboozled, but still not…still not settled with whatever’s causin’ any of it, because now that Wayne’s got real context, he thinks back a-ways, to how Steve had mentioned a promotion, but was then looking at something better all around, regional-sort of stuff; now that he’s got context, he thinks back to the morning-last, and tries to pick apart what he’d heard without an invitation, if it weren’t about the lady friend. Steve had still been so worried, with the banging of the head on the table—and how could he think Eddie’d be anything but as thrilled as he clearly is right now for his boy? Wayne’s never seen Eddie as proud of anyone or anything, so much as he is for Steve just breathing in the world at all—and damn it all if the sentiment hasn’t rubbed off a little, and sure Wayne knows Steve’s history’s made him gun-shy to celebrate the bright spots but…

“It’s in Indy,” Steve’s spelling out, and Wayne remembers that being tossed about, and well: regional. That’d make sense.

“And you,” Steve pauses, and the breath he takes in next is a shaky-echoing thing; “for now you’re here, but not for long, because you want to go and try doing music, right, and that means New York or L.A. or somewhere big, not the armpit of fucking Indiana, and—”

“Breathe, Stevie,” Eddie cuts in quick, adoring; coaches with such patience, the care in it—the love in it a tangible thing; “in, and out,” and all of a sudden from nowhere, save from everywhere and every moment leading into this—

Suddenly Wayne blinks, and out the clear blue he’s witnessing the man Eddie’s grown into.

Talk about bein’ proud.

“One more,” Eddie coaxes a gentle, and Steve listens, Wayne hears as he gulps in the air carefully and deep, sees them move in the corner of his eye as Eddie sits up proper now and folds forward into Steve’s chest where he muffles what he says, less for hiding and more maybe to press it firm into Steve’s chest so it can’t be denied, because it’ll be on the inside and settled there sure:

“Fuck, I love you.”

And Wayne has that feelin’ again like he ain’t supposed to be party to the particular degree of intimacy in the moment; maybe he lets the plates on the counter clank a little more’n necessary to remind them casually that they ain’t alone.

But discretion’s not what follows, more like the wet slip of mouths against each other and oh, well then: if the boys don’t seem to view Wayne’s presence in the next room as a deterrent then Wayne’s just gonna keep at feelin’ embarrassed, rather’n guilty to boot.

“Steve,” and Ed’s voice goes warm and low and Wayne tries to not feel bad for hearing, more focuses on bein’ happy, and grateful, for this thing his boy found in maybe the most unlikely of places, through the hardest round out of hell he could have met: he gets a thing here that Wayne wasn’t sure he still believed could even be, not with so much hate in the world as there is.

“Me and the boys, we’re good, but we’re not,” and Eddie huffs, a light thing that feels gentle and almost joyful, like he’s celebratin’ a thing that’s not inside the same words he speaks at all:

“We’re not that good.”

“Bullshit,” Steve’s quick to counter, like it means more than it reads on the label somehow, too, and still it’s said with his whole throat, at that: and at that, Wayne can’t help but grin a little himself.

He knew he wasn’t wrong about the heart of Steve Harrington. About how much this young man loves his boy.

“Steve,” and Wayne watches, don’t even make a secret of it now: watches over the lip of his mug because he’d only dared to hope for this kinda thing idly, and always feeling foolish for it, for his Eddie to find something even a smidgen close to what he’s got here; what they’ve got here as Ed reaches and tips Steve chin just a touch.

“I don’t want to waste years trying to fit a mold even by being a freak, trying to sell my brand of weird and hoping people get it,” Eddie tells him, clear-eyed like Wayne’s not sure he’s ever heard him. “I don’t want to put that much of my life into a maybe,” and then he’s tracing Steve’s jaw with a tenderness he was never taught, so it’s just something natural and pure inside him, brought out just so by this one man in his arms as he whispers so soft-hearted and with more love than feels possible even just to watch:

“Not when I’ve got what my whole heart wants most.”

And Wayne sees Steve’s jaw work under Eddie’s touch as he asks so low, and far too timid for a man Wayne’s seen live up to the monster-slaying he’s heard tell of.

“More than music?”

And it’s asked like he could never believe it; like he couldn’t expect it.

But Eddie’s back to the clear-eyed sureness, then. He has no doubts.

“More than fame,” is what he answers, flipping hands through Steve’s hair as he leans just to whisper:

“You’re the music,” and Wayne watches Steve still, his face scrunch like it does when he thinks he feels too much; “my music,” and Steve would be embarrassed to know Wayne hears the tiny little whimper that he gives when Eddie presses a kiss to the space between his eyebrows, and there’s part of him that’s embarrassed for himself in it, to have heard what’s not his, but if he’s honest he’s still stuck in that gratitude, that relief for this way it’s all shaken out, not to mention how Wayne’s little family that he never intended to start’s now feeling complete where he didn’t think there was anything left to add, to grow.

“And I have music with you as much as anywhere,” Eddie’s explaining with a wobbly little grin; “plus with you, even the music’s sweeter.”

Then he’s cupping Steve cheeks again and pressing forehead into forehead so that Wayne can only hear the barest whisper:

“Lead the way, baby, and I’ll follow with fucking bells on.”

And Steve, he’s quiet, leans back into the cushions a little and Wayne watches unabashed about it now as Steve studies Eddie, takes him in less like he’s weighing anything and more like he’s committing to memory a moment worth knowing everything about in full, and then he’s the one framing Eddie’s face in his hands and asking with a certainty he didn’t have before, and that fits him so much better:

“Move in with me? Leave here, and leave all the shit they say and the way they look at you and how they fucking treat you,” Steve damn near growls and Wayne feels all the more why he trusts Steve Harrington, and should never have even considered doubting, no matter if the mere suggestion was something he knew was pressing up against his better judgement from the start, because this is the man who loves his boy enough to take on the world, and tear it to shreds when the need rears its ugly head.

“Come with me?”

And that’s maybe a little more of the hesitance, and again, it sounds wrong as a rule, but Eddie’s quick as anything:

“It’ll take me less than a hour to pack.”

And he’s on his feet in a second and Wayne has to bite back a snort because that’ll give him away more’n anything else, but Steve’s pulling Eddie back to the sofa again in a heartbeat:

“Not that fast,” he laughs, a breathy little chuckle that’s got so much more to it even to Wayne’s ears, that’s disbelief and a little wondering joy and everything this boy deserves and has done his whole goddamn life, and heaven help his parents if Wayne ever sees them again face to face for all they ever did to make their son feel less; “got a couple months, I’ll drive up for training while the other guy’s wrapping up, then,” and he shrugs, Wayne hears it shuffle against the upholstery, then he sees Steve looking up from guarded lashes, just that little bit of uncertainty left—

“Then,” Eddie prods, meets him in that moment of waffling, of fear in trusting to feel all that they do, so visible you don’t even have to search it out. It just shines through, couldn’t deny it if you tried, and sure as hell not for how giddy, how overfull Eddie sounds then with…promise.

Ain’t no other word for it.

Ain’t no other thing Steve could latch to like he does, wholehearted and unfettered where before he was still fighting old chains.

Not no more.

“There’s a record store that needs a new manager,” Steve starts off; “a tattoo shop that’s taking apprentices, and they also need someone to watch the books,” and it’s a list, he’s listing opportunities, he’s counting out the promise; “a music store, like for instruments and stuff, that needs someone who can work but also maybe teach, because they want to start giving lessons, apparently people keep asking for them, and then there’s—”

Steve’s cut clear off, and Wayne don’t have to be in the room to know it’s for being kissed within an inch of his life.

“I love you,” Eddie’s saying again because it’s more’n a given, but it’s sounding like it’s shaping into something a little different, a little deeper, somehow a something that’s more.

“I love you so much, Steve Harrington,” and Eddie’s voice is rough with it, and Wayne ain’t gonna lie to himself that his eyes sting to hear it, even if no one can see and hold him to bein’ honest about it.

“You looked for jobs for me?” Eddie asks small, the first thing here that’s maybe overwhelmed him good and true, and in the best of all ways.

“Yeah?” Steve says it like it’s obvious, then goes back bashful nearly:

“For if you said yes.”

And then the springs of the couch are doin’ the heavy lifting again as Steve huffs and Eddie pounces.

“I fucking,” and there a pause that sounds a lot like more kissin’, which tracks along right, yeah: “I fuckin’ love you.”

And Steve chuckles, and Wayne just shakes his head, smiles down at his coffee while Eddie’s tone sobers, while he asks a little small:

“You thought there was a chance in hell that I’d say no?”

“I,” and Steve sounds chagrined, in that way that Wayne’s come to recognize means there’s an old hurt he’s covering, but one that might have a shot at makin’ a scab finally to close for good. “Robin thought I was being dumb, but I,” and he blows out a long breath, and Wayne glances to watch Eddie rub up and down Steve’s arms, waiting and being right there and oh, true as anything.

That’s the man his boy’s grown into.

“People don’t really,” Steve says slow, but measured, like he’s planning every letter out to land just so: ”people haven’t…stuck around, y’know?”

And Wayne can’t help but look to see how Eddie’s hands stop at Steve’s wrists, grounding and holding and keeping, sort of, or not sort of: absolutely that without room to misinterpret or think any bit less; same as Wayne won’t try to pretend away the bitterness at the back of his own throat that a boy as good as the one he’s learned Steve Harrington to be could think that of himself not just in passing, but as a preordained thing, an inflexible rule for always.

Makes him sick; makes him angrier than he tries to ever be these days, but good goddamn if this don’t warrant it.

“So asking someone to come with, to not just not leave but to chose to go, with m—”

And Steve’s saying things, and Eddie lets him but only to a point, and Wayne doesn’t see how he stops him, but he knows full well he’d stop still in the middle of a sound himself if the tone that comes out his boy were leveled his way: unshakable. Granite-strong, diamond-hard.

“Listen to me,” and oh, but for all the way it lands intense, the love in it’s a thing to behold and marvel at just to hear; he feels like it could undo a man to be under the gaze that tone comes alone with it, like Steve has to be sitting just now: “listen to me so fucking close right now.”

And maybe Wayne leans in, too, whether it’s meant for him or not:

“I will choose, with my whole goddamn chest, with every piece of me there is in the whole fucking world,” Eddie says, puts emphasis and feeling on each and every word; “to go anywhere, if it’s with you.”

And it’s silent for a minute, but then Wayne only just hears the sound of mouths parting and sharp intakes of breath ringing through the sill and Eddie hisses, a little hoarse, a little broken, entirely with all that he is, just like he said:

“Always.”

Then the couch goes about protestin’ again, but it’s Eddie who Wayne makes out for groaning on impact, and it makes sense that it’s Steve’s voice now breathing harsh through the vow of what comes next:

“Love you,” and there’s the kissing again; “love you so goddamn much.”

And Wayne figures he’s had more’n enough of overhearing what’s not quite his to hear, but here’s the thing.

These boys are gonna be at this for a bit, he reckons, and the coffee’s already half-gone and lukewarm besides. They’ve got money to be a little indulgent with these days, courtesy of Uncle Sam, plus Mary at the plant said the rhododendrons actually like coffee anyway.

So he figures he can justify brewing another pot, if for no other reason than to start the day off better than he’d been expecting by one helluva country mile and then some.

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My Roommates Brother

Alright everyone be nice it’s my first fic.

We gotta classic trope today, the MC & Todo have an apartment together. Todo-Choso-Yuji all brothers vibe modern au style. Todo & MC were classmates/sparing buddies when they both ended up needing a place around the same time, they are platonic and goofy/very bro/sis vibe but the MC finally meets Choso and is smittttten.

Use of she/her pronouns as well as more feminine styled pet names, obvi this is a Reader X Choso smutty mess of a fic! Advanced apologies for any typos, I hope you find some enjoyment out of this piece💗

Oh and minors GTFO!! This ain’t for y’all 👏🏼

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The hot water soothed my aching muscles after an intense training sesh with Todo. I bopped around slightly to the beat of the ‘This is CORPSE’ spotify mix as I sudsed my sweat away. I thought I heard Todo’s voice from outside the door, I pulled back the shower curtain to pop my head out and keep my body shielded by the dark colored material.

“DO YOU NEED SOMETHING?”

More mumbles, the running shower and my loud music muffling whatever he was trying to tell me. I’m not particularly worried about Todo seeing me like this, he’s very open with his own body and we usually didn’t mind walking around in our undies around one another. It wasn’t a sexual thing, he’s not my type and I’m not his - to which looks suspicious to some people considering we live together but that’s not any of our concern.

“OPEN THE DOOR I CANT HEAR YOU DUMMY.”

A click and turn and Todo swung the door wide open, someone was behind him that I only recognized from photos.

“JESUS NOT ALL THE WAY?! WHAT DO YOU WANT??”

His eyes widened as he closed it only enough to have his head in the room. I saw his brother behind him hide his face before the door cut off his sight of me in the shower.

“My brother came to visit! We’re going to pick up dinner what would you like!”

I laughed and shook my head.

“That’s what you were trying to scream through the door about? God Todo, just get me whatever you get. Thanks bud.”

“OF COURSE! Enjoy your shower!”

He closed the door and I couldn’t help but laugh to myself, he was a big sweet dummy. I did love him like family, even if he wasn’t the brightest at times. My mind wandered to the blushing and hidden face that stood behind him…Todo had shown me many photos of both his brothers and Choso was super cute…he told me about how he’s kinda kept to himself and that they really only see one another when Yuji insists on it. Both of them were wrapped around the sweet pink haired boys finger, and I can’t blame them. Yuji was a good boy and always smiling, if anyone disliked him I’d be surprised.

I might have searched up Choso’s socials a bit after Todo and I moved in together…he was hanging up photos in his room and needed my help…I made sure to ask all the important questions. Choso was a drummer who smoked a fuck ton of weed and liked to watch anime, so in other words my perfect match. He wore dark red or purple eyeshadow a lot and liked to paint his nails…the Gerard Way type as I like to call it. I wasn’t too embarrassed about him seeing me after taking note of his reaction…it’d be nice to finally get to know him over dinner…test the waters a bit.

———

After getting out of the shower I half blow dried my curls so they looked somewhat neater than usual. Donning a little bit of mascara and smudging out my leftover liner, I threw on a white cropped tank top (that slightly showed my nipples and their piercings) and a pair of black leggings. I made my way down the hall towards Todo’s booming voice and the shuffling of bags.

“So what’s for dinner boys?”

I said as I toked on a blunt and approached them, a trail of smoke lining my previous path. I smiled sweetly at the two, Choso’s eyes widened and he grinned slightly as his cheeks turned pink. Todo of course gave me an ear to ear grin before explaining what he had ordered for us. I hovered over the counter and inhaled the delicious smells, humming in satisfaction. I took another hit from the blunt then held it out to Choso.

“Appetizer?”

He chuckled and took it from my fingers, after inhaling sexily through his mouth then nose he passed it back to me.

“Thanks..{Y/N} right?”

“That’s me.”

I winked at him as I inhaled deeply then passed it to Todo.

“You’re Choso right? It’s about time I met your other brother Todo.”

I playfully slapped at Todo’s arm, that was easily bigger than my head. He chuckled and passed the blunt across the counter to Choso before shoving me jokingly and making me stumble.

“You already kicked my ass earlier was that not enough you big oaf?”

A roar of a laughter erupted from Todo’s chest, he hooked his massive arm around my neck and pulled me to him lovingly like he would’ve Yuji. I clawed at his forearm, he was slightly choking me out.

“You’ve come so far in our spares, but you’ll never beat me little sis!”

I gagged slightly as I laughed.

“Out of everyone here I don’t want you to be the one choking me, let go!”

I jabbed my elbow into his toned gut as I struggled for freedom, not noticing how Choso reacted to my comment. He continued to laugh heartily and tussle my hair roughly before releasing me from his grasp. It wasn’t til then that we realized Choso choking on the weed smoke and poorly attempting to hide it.

“Are you okay baby brother?”

“D-Don’t…*cough cough*…don’t call me..*cough*..that I’m older…*cough cough*”

I grabbed a bottle of water from our fridge and came to Choso’s side to swap it out with the blunt. As he raised his head to drink the water he glanced at my concerned expression, his face was bright red from coughing so hard and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

“You gonna make it?”

I chuckled and rubbed his shoulder gently. He choked on the water…

“Goodness brother!”

Todo ran up behind him, I saw the fear ignite in Choso’s eyes as he knew what was coming next.

“Todo maybe don’t-“

My concerns were voiced too late, Todo smacked him on the back a couple times trying to help. Choso coughed a few more times but surprisingly, it did help him stop choking.

“God you brute..”

Choso mumbled as he regained his breath. I couldn’t help but giggle, covering my face in the process as he glared at Todo. The blunt was out and our food was getting cold at this point so we all convened in the living room to chow down. I snagged the remote before Todo could, we always argued on what to watch so the rule was whoever touched the remote first got dibs. Naturally, I turned on one of my comfort shows -One Punch Man- to which Todo groaned once I hit play on the first episode of season one.

“You told me you liked this one why are you moaning and groaning?”

“It’s always a different cartoon.”

“It’s anime.”

Choso and I barked at him in unison, to which we looked to one another and grinned as we found a common interest. (That I definitely didn’t already know about psssh)

“What’s this one about again?”

I proceeded to stuff my face and overdump the lore of the series, complaining about how more isn’t animated because the manga is so wonderfully complex. Todo then compared himself to that of Saitama with godlike strength, I didn’t deny him only to get him to continue to the next episode to see what would happen next. Choso ate quietly and watched us converse, I would glance to him now and then with a ‘you know what I’m trying to say’ or ‘you understand this more I’m sure’. He would smile and nod as he took careful bites, slowly clearing his plate. After a handful of episodes our bellies were full, Todo collected our trash and took it out, leaving Choso and I alone.

“Wanna smoke? I don’t know what he’s told you, but I smoke a lot so if it bothers you I can go to my room.”

“Oh no it’s fine, I do too..”

His voice was deep, slightly raspy. It made me feel the butterflies fighting in my stomach as he spoke. I smiled, standing from the couch I watched the way his eyes trailed down my body.

“Cool, I’ll go roll up real quick then. Obviously make yourself at home, you know where the bathroom is already.”

I giggled as I spoke to him, turning on my heels to head to my room and retrieve the smokeables. I heard Todo reenter our home and have a much more quiet conversation with his brother. I tried to peer down the hall to hear them but was unsuccessful. I threw on a cropped sweatshirt jacket and lit the blunt between my lips. As I tip toed down the hall, still trying to listen to their hushed conversation, the floorboards played against me as I neared the entrance of the room. The creaking made the two men dart their attention backwards towards me, I strolled in casually and tossed a blunt in front of Choso and a joint in front of Todo.

“Talking shit about me while I’m rolling up for you two?”

Choso nervously shook his head no while Todo laughed.

“Yes little sis, I was telling him how much you stink after training.”

“Oh I won’t deny that, but it’s still not as bad as when you get back from sparing with Yuji.”

I chuckled back at him as I tossed him a lighter. I nodded to the back door, that lead to our small balcony patio, while toking heavily. Todo nodded and rose from his seat, motioning his brother to follow us. The back door would stick shut now and then from one time when Todo ran into it and fucked up the frame, so I always had to have him open it, I was not strong enough.

Upon Todo yanking the door open, his arm swung backwards aggressively and caused me to stumble…directly into Choso. His arms wrapped around my waist and torso as I fell, his fingers accidentally brushing over my chest. For a split second I felt a tinge of fire inside me.

“Shit..are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry for almost taking you out with me.”

“It wasn’t your fault, dumbass doesn’t know his own strength.”

We chuckled as I stumbled to my feet, Choso grabbed the dropped blunt and held it out to me with a smile. Todo hadn’t even realized what he’d done, proceeding to walk out onto our balcony and take a seat in his chair.

“You have got to be more aware of your surroundings dude.”

I spoke as I walked out and leaned against the railing to face him. He was puffing away on his tiny joint and already had some J-pop video pulled up on his phone. I scoffed and shook my head, turning to face the city and toke. Shit it went out. I went to turn around but Choso’s shoulder met mine as I spoke.

“Who has the-“

He was already holding the lighter out and wearing a beautiful smile.

“Oh, thanks ChoCho.”

“ChoCho?”

He giggled as he inhaled on his blunt, leaning over the railing beside me.

“I don’t know it just came out, that okay?”

“Yeah, thats fine. Sounds like something Yuji would say.”

He shook his head as his grin widened, I tried not to stare too long but he was very…pretty up close like this.

“He’s a sweetie, I love that kid.”

“You’ve met him?”

“He comes over a couple times a week, I school him in smash bros every time.”

He covered that gorgeous smile, laughing and turning over his shoulder to Todo before looking at me. His big brown eyes were shining with flecks of gold in the sunsets glow.

“Thanks for taking care of them..it’s not an easy task.”

“I think they’re good for me,”

I sighed, feeling the haziness settling in my eyes from the weed…maybe also from staring at the pretty emo boy.

“They remind me to not take shit so seriously all the time.”

We stared for a little too long in a sweet silence, I couldn’t help but take in all his features…I found my gaze darting to his lips and back to his eyes. He grinned, doing the same in response. Should I be doing this? That definitely ran through my head for a moment, but once he bit down on his bottom lip and looked out over the city again I felt myself pooling.

I reconnected my gaze to the horizon and puffed some more, my mind wandered to darker places..

“So what’s your favorite anime?”

“That’s a loaded question.”

I giggled, nodding in agreement.

“I’ve got time if you do.”

Spoken softly with a high smile, I peered to him from the corner of my eye. The blunt hung from his lips as he grinned, flashing me a similar look. We ended up getting into deep conversation about all our favorites and why they’re good in their own ways, all of which Todo was annoyed at. Mainly because he wanted us to play video games but we simply weren’t done discussing.

The sun had set, the chill of the night air began to nip at my skin sharply. I wasn’t sure when Todo had gone inside, but apparently we had been talking for a while. Thank god he left the door cracked at least, we trailed inside to escape the cold and to no surprise at all, Todo was passed out on the couch with some girly music mix playing semi-loudly on the tv. He could never hold his smoke, which is why I would usually give him a joint or a bowl instead of blunt or a dab. He must’ve been extra exhausted today.

We giggled at the sight, I pulled out my phone and snapped a quick picture, motioning a finger to my lips and a ‘shhh’ to Choso. He covered his mouth to muffle his laughter, I nodded my head for him to follow me down the hall. I led him to my room and closed the door behind us, finally letting out an audible laugh as I tossed my jacket onto my desk chair.

“I didn’t think he even smoked, I was surprised to see him with his own.”

“That is why he doesn’t often, he always passes out. I give him small stuff or a hit or two now and then when he’s in the mood for it.”

“Funny, that’s the first time I’ve ever smoked with him.”

“Have you not smoked with Yuji?”

“Yuji smokes?!”

“Oops.”

I covered my mouth as I stood with wide eyes.

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you that I guess.”

“I don’t care that he smokes, but I thought he’d at least come to me for it.”

“He brings his own over here and asks me to roll for him.”

“That little shit is stealing my weed.”

I erupted in laughter upon his realization, he shook his head and chuckled. I plopped down on my bed, the plush purple comforter poofing up slightly around me. I pat the spot next to be before reaching for the rolling tray and mason jar of weed on my nightstand. He gently took the seat beside me, our thighs a few inches apart, I got a whiff of his cologne when the blanket poofed around him. He smelled so fucking good…

He watched me quickly roll four more blunts and pass him one, dusting off my hands and putting the supplies back in their spot. He looked to me with a shocked expression.

“What?”

“You’re really good at that.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time a man’s told me that.”

I chuckled as I lit my blunt and passed him the lighter, once the smoke cleared I noticed the pink staining his cheeks.

“Should I be worried about your boyfriend walking in or something?”

He held the flame up, the warm glow illuminating his chiseled features.

“If I had one maybe. Kinda impossible when they find out I live with that muscle head.”

“Why’s that?”

“No one believes we aren’t fucking. Been that way since school.”

“And…you two haven’t?..ever?”

“God no, did he say otherwise?”

He shook his head profusely, worried he’d made an accusation that could get Todo in trouble.

“No, no. He told me you were pretty kept to yourself aside from training with him.”

“He say anything else?”

I leaned closer, peering into his doe eyes to question him further. He sucked in the smoke sharply as his eyes bounced from my chest to my face.

“Um, not that comes to my head..nothing bad..”

He stuttered as I studied him, my lashes fluttering at him innocently.

“What did you ask him about me?”

I grinned, reading him like an open book. His face turned red as he inhaled, coughing slightly as he released the smoke cloud.

“Just, who you are..stuff you like..”

“But you did ask him about me?”

I giggled, he looked nervous.

“Yeah..that okay?”

“Only if it’s okay that I asked about you too, a long time ago though.”

His anxiety eased and expression softened back into a half smile. He nodded his yes as he toked.

“How long ago?”

“When we moved in, I saw a few pictures of the three of you and I don’t know…you piqued my interest.”

“Any reason why?”

Fuck, alright. If living with Todo has given me anything it was confidence so let’s see where this goes, be smooth. I inhaled slowly before putting out the blunt. Leaning back against my headboard, I stretched my legs over Choso’s lap. As I exhaled I grinned and tapped my chin in thought.

“Hmmmm….dark hair, bedroom eyes, nice chains..I’m a sucker for a musician. Really if you just looked in the mirror it explains my type pretty well.”

He was looking down as his hand on my knee and smiling, smoke trailing from his lips. I swayed my knee side to side to pull his attention to my gaze.

“What about you?…What’s your type?”

His eyes connected with mine, he smiled and leaned over my body to put his blunt in the ashtray on the nightstand. His body hovering over mine he brought his face an inch away from my lips.

“Seems like you already know..”

His voice was low and hushed, my heart was racing.

“Can I be honest?”

I barely spoke above a whisper, his eyes trailed slowly along my features as he nodded.

“I want you.”

“Good.”

He cut off his own hushed tone by pressing his lips to mine sensually. He bit at my bottom lip lightly as his tongue found its way to my own, the fire inside me building rapidly. I pulled at his shirt, trying to bring him closer. He took the hint and placed himself between my legs, pushing them to the side with his knee as he leaned into me. He was muscular, but not overdone like his brother. A strong arm hooked under my waist brought my hips to his, his other hand quickly latched onto my throat as we feverishly nipped and kissed at one another. As he squeezed his fingers around my throat and the cold metal of his rings stung my flesh, a small moan escaped my lips.

He released my lips and chuckled, the pieces of his hair not tied back framing his face seductively.

“So you weren’t kidding about that?”

He squeezed tighter and watched my eyes roll back and my mouth fall open, he hooked a finger in my mouth and pulled my gaze to his, still tightly gripping my jaw and chin; his hands were massive. I whimpered at his dominant motions, his eyes piercing into my darkest desires.

“You think we’ll get in trouble for this?”

His husky tone paced with heavy breaths make me desperate for everything he was willing to give me.

“S’worth it if we do.”

He smiled devilishly and plunged his finger further into my mouth, I obediently sucked and swirled my tongue around it as he pulled it out slowly. He groaned at my actions, I felt him begin to rut against me as he kissed and nipped along my neck and down my chest. He made heavenly sounds in between light licks that trailed to my breasts. He lightly tugged at the already low neckline of my shirt, he watched my plush chest spring from the tight top, admiring the jewelry that adorned pretty pink buds. His tongue teased at them as his fingers pinched lightly at my flesh, I tangled my fingers into his hair and pulled him closer, attempting to hush my moans.

“..so pretty baby…”

His low and seductive voice hummed against my skin, sending cold chills through my body. His hands and lips continued to travel further down, he reached the waistband of my leggings and bit down on my hip, sucking and licking in a feverish attempt to leave a mark. He leaned back to review his work, satisfied and smirking at the purple mark he’d left behind. He chuckled and kissed it once more, mumbling under his breath.

“..mine now..”

He peered up to me as he hooked his fingers into my waistband, I lifted my hips for him to shimmy them down, leaving me in a pair of purple silk panties. I leaned up to grab at his shirt and yank it over his broad shoulders, feeling a little too exposed and alone. I took my top off the rest of the way after and pulled his face to mine once more, kissing him in a heated need. I pushed him backwards and fumbled with his belt, our hands both rushed to remove his pants as I realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His thick cock slapped up against his toned abdomen, the noise caught my attention as I pulled away from his lips. My eyes grew wide, I felt my face run hot and the pool between my legs increase. He chuckled and flipped his hair away from his face.

“Fuck…”

“You still want to?..I can eat you out if it’s too much…”

I connected my gaze with his, concern lacing his expression. I couldn’t help but smile bashfully and crawl into his lap, attacking his neck with sloppy kisses and bites.

“I need you Choso..”

I whispered as I nipped at his earlobe and rolled my hips against him. He groaned as his hands met my ass, squeezing and pushing me into him more, feeling the wetness that had already soaked my silk panties. His head rested in the crook of my neck as his voice vibrated against my skin.

“..fuck baby…mmm..need you so fucking bad…been teasing me since I got here..”

I giggled as his words, leaning back to peer down at him in all his glory.

“I knew you liked it..”

I rolled my hips against his pulsating member, precum soaking into the fabric of my panties. He groaned and bit his lip, eyeing me up and down as his hands roamed my body.

“Course I did..you’re fucking hot..can’t believe he gets to be the one to see you all the time…”

“Come visit more..”

Oh god, was I even sure what I meant by that? I definitely just confirmed that this wouldn’t be a one time thing..

“Yeah?..might have to..”

His lips attached to my chest again, fingers trailing down between us to my sopping core. I whimpered as he dipped below the thin fabric and plunged two fingers inside me, twirling them around my fluttering walls. I bit down on my lip and furrowed my brows, trying not to make much noise but he worked small moans and whines out of me rapidly.

“..so wet for me already…fuck…such a good girl f’me..”

“..Choso-O-o…ahh…please…”

“..please what baby?..”

I could hear the smirk in his voice as he fueled the fire in my core.

“..please fuck me..god I need you inside me…please…”

“..cum for me first pretty..wanna see you come undone…”

His thumb rubbed against my clit, shooting waves of pleasure through my veins. I rutted into his hand and whimpered as he bit down on my chest, his other hand attached to my throat and squeezed tightly. I clenched around his fingers as he pumped in and out of me, I couldn’t keep ahold of the knot inside me any longer. My eyes rolled back as my hips shook, I squirted into his lap and hand as his motions kept pace to ride me through my high.

“..god yes baby…that’s it keep going..fuck that’s hot..”

I began to whimper and whine at the overstimulation, he milked my juices from me aggressively causing another orgasm to take over my senses.

“..shit I need to be inside you..”

He tossed me backwards onto the mattress, propping one of my legs up on his shoulder and aligning himself at my entrance. He held my other thigh out, displaying my soaking cunt for his view. He licked his lips and rubbed his long, thick cock up and down my dripping folds collecting my wetness. He slapped my clit with the tip of his member, I squirmed and squeaked in pleasure to his delight.

“You ready pretty baby?”

God he sounded so fucking sexy, his voice raspy and lust drunk.

“Yes..please Choso..”

He smirked and began pushing himself into me, steadying himself with a hand gripping my thigh. I felt him stretching me, the pain mixing with pleasure made my eyes gloss over. I gasped and tried to grip at the sheets at the overwhelming sensation. He pressed a hand to my lower stomach, feeling himself bottom out inside of me as I panted and whimpered. He held himself there, throwing his head back and letting me engulf his throbbing member.

“..fuck you’re so tight…”

He slowly began moving, pushing in and out slowly as I clenched around him. Moans spilled from my mouth as his pace increased. He rhythmically thrusted into me, hair falling into his face as his mouth hung agape panting for air. Whimpers and low moans began to drip from his kiss swollen lips as he mumbled dirty praises.

“..oh my god baby…feels so fucking good..mmm…taking me so well..nnggh..”

“..cho-ooss-ssoo…mmmmm…”

I stuttered through his thrusts, his pace increasing rapidly as he chased his high.

“..you’re so fucking pretty…letting me stretch you out like this…mmmm…such a perfect little pussy..”

I have never been fucked like this..he was so vocal and showering me in filthy praise..all while pounding into my sweet spot so perfectly…everything about him was making me writhe in pleasure.

A hand attached to my throat while the other bruised perfect fingertips into my thigh, he was filling me up relentlessly. His grip was much rougher this time, the metal of his rings scraping against my skin as he choked me harder, I felt myself clenching around him tightly; my end nearing.

“..you love that don’t you baby?…I can feel how close you’re getting for me..”

“…s-so b-big..unngg…ch-chos…yes…yes…”

“..awe you’re taking me s’good pretty baby..c’mon you can handle a little more..we’re just getting started..”

He pumped into me furiously, my senses were fucked as my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I screamed in pleasure. His large hand quickly covered my mouth, he leaned down, my thigh now squished against my chest giving him a deeper angle as his pace slowed.

“..shhh..don’t wanna get us caught do you baby?…want me to fill you up right?”

I nodded profusely, he removed his hand and gripped my jaw tightly, an evil smile plastered across his face. Holy fuck he’s so hot…

“..I’ll make you scream my name next time I promise…bite..”

He placed his thumb in my mouth as he spoke, I gazed at him with a fucked out expression and did as he said. He had me in the palm of his hand, melted and ready to bend to his will. His paced steadily increased at the new angle, I wasn’t able to form words as my body quaked beneath him, another orgasm gushing from me. His darkness took over as he relentlessly pounded into me, my legs shook as I bit down harshly on his thumb, we were being drenched and I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. His own whimpers and moans became louder and strained as he spoke.

“…oh fuck…yeah baby just like that…ugnnh…fuck fuck…s’fucking wet…all f’me…hmmm…”

His arms wrapped around me, his chains dragging and bouncing across my chest as he rutted into me, face buried in my neck peppering sloppy kisses and rough bites.

“..pretty girl…mmm….gonna make you mine baby…”

I clenched around him, my legs going numb at the overstimulation.

“…fuck that feels so good…cum on my cock again baby girl…mmmm…make a mess for me…”

He pulled my hands up, pinning them to the pillows with one hand while the other trailed between us and rubbed skilled circles on my clit. I gasped and whimpered at his touch, my body shaking again. I could feel him throbbing inside of me as his thrusts became rushed and sloppy, I clenched around his pulsating cock, cumming for the fourth time.

“..mmmmm that’s my girl…”

He moaned as his brows furrowed and his breaths became sharp, soft whimpers escaping his lips.

“..Ch-chosoo…feels s’good..ah!..”

“..oh god baby I’m..fuck fuck….ohhhh!”

His steady pace became staggered as he pumped thick hot ropes along my walls, he whined and moaned as his hips twitched against me riding out his high. He slowed and collapsed on top of me, both of us sweaty and covered in cum. His strong arms wrapped around my petite form and held me tight as his placed gentle kisses along my chest trying to catch his breath.

“So…can I visit again soon..”

I giggled at his innocent mumblings, sounding much softer and bashful compared to a few moments ago. He peered up to meet my gaze questioningly.

“I wouldn’t mind, how long you give it before he finds out?”

“Surely a while, he’s not that smart. Long as you stay quiet.”

I pulled his grin to mine, tangling our lips together once more softly. He hummed into the kiss, his hand coming to cup my cheek and deepen the sensual moment.

“You make it hard to stay quiet.”

He chuckled and thrusted into me once more, causing me to moan, before pulling out of me completely. We both gasped and whined at the lack of sensation, taking careful breaths to regain our senses.

He rose to his knees, placing my thighs on either side of him as he began massaging my tender muscles and taking full view of the mess he’d made of me. He smirked and bit at his bottom lip.

“You’re so beautiful baby…”

I blushed at his sweet actions and gentle tone, he had flipped a switch quickly and the butterflies swarmed once more within me.

Once we were cleaned up, (as much as we could without a shower) we clothed ourselves and ripped the soaked comforter off my bed to toss in the wash later. He leaned back on the bed, I lit a blunt and crawled on top of him, placing it between his lips. He lifted the bottom of my baggy t shirt and toyed lazily with the waistband of my fresh panties as he inhaled and stared back at me.

“What are you thinking about?”

He slightly furrowed his brows at my love struck expression as he passed the blunt back to me.

“How pretty you are..how big your cock is…”

I giggled and toked away, thick clouds rising from my lips. He smiled and lightly smacked my ass.

“S’all yours babygirl, whenever you want me.”

“Whenever I want?”

“Anything for my pretty girl, whenever she wants.”

I put the blunt between his lips and peppered kisses down his neck, we both would have some marks to cover up this week..

“I like the way that sounds…”

“Good.”

———

We smoked the other two blunts and talked before realizing how late it had gotten…I offered for him to stay and sneak out to the couch, forgetting that Todo had fallen asleep there. Around 5am when our eyes got heavy, we exchanged a few last kisses and sweet words before tiptoeing out to the living room. As we came out the hallway entrance, the goddamned floorboards creaked again. A dim light was on in the kitchen, barely illuminating the towering form we both knew well. *flick* The overhead light came on, our heads snapped to the side in unison…caught. Todo was in his workout gear stirring a cup of tea and staring at us, an eyebrow raised and smirk growing. I sighed and dropped my shoulders, covering my face in embarrassment and bracing myself. Todo chuckled lightly before sipping his tea, letting us be tortured by this awkward silence for a few more moments..

“Go to bed. We have training in a few hours.”

I looked to Choso, sad I couldn’t kiss him one last time. He peered back to me with a similar expression, he lightly touched my hand as he turned towards the front door and took a step.

“Both of you.”

“What?”

Choso stopped and looked to me then his brother, confused.

“You should stay brother, it’s dangerous to drive after staying up so late.”

Todo sipped his tea casually, peering into us innocently. I couldn’t help but let a smile creep in, I extended my hand out to Choso. He looked a bit scared to take it, but did it anyways, cautiously eyeing down his brother.

“Thanks Todo..”

I mumbled as I began to pull Choso back down the hall.

“Keep it down…and use protection!”

Choso and I giggled and scoffed as Todo’s voice echoed down the hall.

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Okie dokie, hope y’all enjoyed😉❤️‍🔥

[the-golden-comet]

OC Questionnaire Tag 🧞‍♂️✨

oops let’s try again. This time with the correct title 😂✨

Thank you for the tag, @paeliae-occasionally ! ✨

Alright, Ali! Come on out and answer these questions 💛💫

1. What is your deepest fear?

Oh….I’m actually not too sure, sadiq. I’ve lived so long, and can get myself out of most messes except….the curse. I guess I’m already in my worst nightmare, haha. What can you do? Just gotta make the most of it.

2. What happened to your biological family? (Because no one in fantasy has a bio family)

Oh, long gone. I’ve been alive for thousands of years. I suspect my father died of old age sometime after 620 AD, and I never got to know my mother.

3. If you could visit any point in your world’s history, (or any point in your story if it is based on earth) when and where would it be?

I had dreams like this, al-sayid. I would go back to before the curse, see my father, give him a big hug, and tell him….I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not being the son he wanted….I’m sorry for disappointing him so severely. I’m so, so sorry…

Alllllright I gotta stop chopping onions and tag people to answer these same questions: @fortunatetragedy , @wyked-ao3 , @autism-purgatory , @gioiaalbanoart , @inadequatecowboy , @alinacapellabooks , @theverumproject , @somethingclevermahogony , @minamaybe , @tildeathiwillwrite , @theaistired , @drchenquill , @honeybewrites , @noxxytocin , @jev-urisk , @sunglasses-in-the-bentley , +open tag! ✨

[kairithemang0]

Hiiii me again appearing in your ask box :3

What is & Juliet about? I've seen stuff about it a lot recently :)

OMG OK OK

So it's the story of Romeo and Juliet only Juliet doesn't off herself. She takes a bit to cry (singing baby one more time by Britney Spears MY BELOVED) and it's a wild ride where Shakespeare and his wife are also fighting over how the story should go, his wife wants more freedom for Juliet while Shakespeare wishes to keep things more traditional (they sing i want it that way it's great). So basically Juliet, her bestie May, and Shakespeare's wife who's name inside Romeo and Juliet is April and I believe her name outside is Anne but they all go to France and they meet this silly little goober at a party (they're all over 21 in this bcs Anne said so I love her sm) and Juliet is like "oh pretty guy" and May (who's nonbinary and I love them) is also like "oh pretty guy" and Frankie (pretty guy) is like "aw fuck... the nb is kinda cute" but Juliet kisses him so ✨drama✨and because it's romeo and juliet juliet and Frankie are gonna get married because I guess that's how relationships work

BUT

ROMEO IS ALIVE???? Yeah so shakespeare said fuck this and brought Romeo back to life (HE SINGS IT'S MY LIFE AND IT'S SO GOOD DFOUHEWORHOWUHROEWU) and he tells Juliet he still loves her but she's engaged (it's been 2 days max btw) and so now there's shit going on with them and also Frankie and May and Frankie and his Dad have a whole thing with him liking not girls and everything goes to shit at the wedding because Shakespeare is trying to bring the band back together (aka him, may, romeo, frankie, and the dad, they were a family group and the first 3 are hiding themselves as family it's a whole thing) and they sing at the wedding and it's great THE BOYS BANDS BACK ALRIGHT and shit hits the fan when Juliet says "yknow what fuck this I DON'T WANNA GET MARRIED" because she's stronger than yesterday now there's nothing but her way her loneliness aint killing her no more because she's STRONGERRRRR THAN SHE EVER THOUGHT THAT SHE COULD BE ive gotta stop singing

Basically at the end, May and Frankie get together, Shakespeare and Anne sort things out, and Romeo and Juliet begin a new chapter of their lives, where they date instead of saying "i'm marrying you" instantly

this is a horrible synopsis

[thavron]

Ten people I’d like to get to know better ✨

Thanks for the tag @phoen1xr0se 🥰

last song: I am not at all embarrassed to say it's that Take That playlist. Michael Sheen you beautiful bastard.

favourite colour: yellow 🌻 it’s pretty 🥺

GIF by zootndingo

I'm just gonna keep this answer because yes yellow is my fave. Yellow/black is my go to colour combo for most things (snarls in transgender at hufflepuff house) or blue, or teal. I like muted orange with green. Ugh, ok learn that I am indecisive. Certain colour combos have certain vibes. Depends on what vibe I want.

last book: *panicked flicking through my kindle looking for an epub I didn't d/l from AO3* Honestly, it's probably Good Omens. I have read that book a dozen times if not more. I am looking at my book club history and realise I haven't been in over year, I should probably go back to that. I read a lot though, daily, but of late it's Good Omens fanfic because I am a nerd.

last movie: Wicked! it was SOOOOO good. I've not seen the stage show or read the book so I have no point of comparison. But I enjoyed A LOT.

last tv show: I really like crime shows. But I like the twee wholesome ones best. I'm watching Beyond Paradise currently and it's too adorable for words.

sweet/spicy/savoury: ok, why do I have to pick? Have you tried brie and sweet chili together? Cheese and pineapple? Korean BBQ? Combine them, people! Eat it all!

last thing i searched online: A synonym for petname. It gave me endearment, which was exactly the word I was looking for and couldn't remember.

current obsession: Good Omens. Not only is it my current obsession. It is my last and only obsession. I will die in the arms of Aziraphale and Crowley.

looking forward to: Gotta ask all those tough questions huh? Alright. Most of all, I'm looking forward to my divorce (yeah I'm getting real here). I want that final thread that connects me to my ex severed so I can move forward. I feel like I am in limbo right now, waiting for my life to start again. I am ready to go.

I am looking forward to finding a home that I can call my own. That is my goal for this year. To save enough money to move out of my folk's spare room and get some independence again.

I'm looking forward to going out and exploring the world. I feel like I've been held back for too long, and it would be easy to blame my ex or my family, but it's me that holds me back. I won't stand for it any longer.

I am looking forward to Ineffable Con and all the other events I am booking for this year so that I have an excuse to travel and meet people.

Mostly I am just looking forward. It's a new year and it'll contain a whole host of challenges and opportunities, and I fully intend to grab every good thing that comes my way.

No pressure tags: @lumiereandcogsworth @ikeasebastian @anxilly @slurpi13 @pixiefairy15 @eviebane

[highpriestess13]

If you would like to book a reading with me, here’s the link ⬇️. If you’re unable to purchase from my website due to finances, you can message me and we can work out a plan. Please do keep in mind that these messages are for the collective, with that being said, not every message is going to resonate with you, if you’re feeling lost/ confused with a reading then more than likely the message/ reading isn’t for you & that’s alright! Take things with a grain of sugar! 😊

Earth Signs

Someone you love whether they’re here physically or have passed on, are currently thinking about you at this time! Your hard work and determination have paid off or are about to. You’re needing to connect more with your emotions, you may have water sign in your chart or could be dealing with one but you’re also needing to listen to your heart and hear what it’s telling you or trying to show you. There’s a lot of changes that you’re going through or about to and your intuition has been pulling you to follow the flow of where it’s trying to guide you (I hope that made sense 😂). Someone could be having sleepless nights, could be up worrying about certain things that could be going “wrong” in your life (which isn’t the case). You don’t need to worry about anything as you’re going to come out victories with whatever it is that you’re worried about, for others, this could be about some kind of results, if this is health you’re going to receive good results and I see you getting back to good health so recovery is going to be looking good for you. I see you choosing your own happiness and going after what you desire, could also be cutting off family as well… someone could be acting like an ✨ASS✨ lmao and it’s time to cut this person/ people/ behavior out. No more having to juggle your self worth, I’m hearing “it is what it is”. You’re going to be amazed at how a small idea turns into you receiving recognition and success. If you’re wanting to invent or invest into something… DO IT! Especially if you know you’re being called to do it! As for as that job 👀👀👀 that shit gots tuh go! You could be losing a job or quitting it.. you’ve put in the time that you needed to put in and now it’s time to start a whole new endeavor. For some of you, your job is VERY draining and maybe even toxic… yeaaaa that’s gotta go! Like ASAP! Don’t resist the change cause one or two things could happen 1. You’re going to have to repeat yet another tiring cycle 2. The Divine will forcefully push you out… which is what you’ll call a “tower”. Good things are happening for you, you just have to believe!

[acefaun]

Hey hope you're doing well. Take as much of a break as you need, stay safe bud

Alright. 🙏🏻 I think I'm ready to come back to my fandoms. You know, I think I'm finally starting to feel better. I have this familiar feeling in my chest like when I first started college; An urge to be creative and do more for myself. I even started drawing in a new sketchbook so I can get back to that happy feeling I had when I first started art and writing. I feel like I'm exploring something new all over again.

I went a few weeks with nothing. No inspiration to do anything. And just before that I had to give Gemini to my sister-in-laws family because my chronic illness flared up pretty bad. So I had to get over no longer having a roommate which was pretty upsetting. I really need to start taking me medicine like I'm supposed to in the morning

But everyone's been giving me support all around and I really appreciate it. 🥰 So I'll make it. I just feel like my anxiety was being more easily triggered with how personal I've been getting, so I think I'll leave my excitement for the fandom stuff.

Such as... I FINALLY GOT MY LOTR/HOBBIT BOOKS! And I gotta say, I've only read chapter 1 of The Hobbit so far; but I love the writing style. It's like Tolkien just suddenly found himself in Middle Earth and he's telling me personally about his experience with these weird ass people and I'm living for it.

Plus... I've been reading during my breaks at work and people think I'm reading a little bible. 🤭 All hail our lord and savior JRR Tolkien! ✨ In the name of Thranduil, Legolas, and the Holy Spirit, amen.

So... My posts might be coming in slow, but I needed to come back to the fandom world. I MISSED IT 🥺 I missed my space where my little fantasies could run amuck. 🍃 Thank you guys for being so supportive even though I vanished from the face of the Earth. 😚 I'll try not to disappear into the void without warning next time.

[nicoscheer]

01 Oct '23

Kia Forum

Los Angeles, CA, USA

Via

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The fucking close up of his hand Jesus Christ in a bicycle (also the one exactly when he’s playing with his hair or the last one or; you get the gist)

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I’m gonna cry 😭😭🫶🏽❤️ they are brothers/family

Are we enjoying ourselves, you’ve been very good so far

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cx4sMyjLgni/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Suck it and see

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The ultracheese 😭😭 “it’s not finished” 🤣 darling we know we just gotta give room for the emotions or we might spontaneously combust

Al pulling on imaginary chords during why’d you only call me when you’re high

Not him wrapping the mic chord around his face to make Tom laugh (the way he actively checks to make sure he’s watching him; drying pretty visitors)

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Big ideas

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Ultracheese

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SIAS

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Love how he’s talking bout people’s backs that makes him saying that he can tell if Alex is having a good or bad show just by looking at his back even better

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Al knows what you did and he’s disappointed in you (his Bambi/puppy eyes; the fluffy hair but Al’s the immense dark circles, I’m gonna be so sad when the tours over but they deserve to sleep for a month straight)

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Fragile

The caption is heart wrenchingly sweet but also sad (like one of his brothers basically just told the internet watch out he’s fragile be careful)

He’s not very well, he’ll be alright by the time we play. He didn’t go mad or anything, he just feels a bit…. I don’t know… fragile

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"It's not everyday you get invited to play for the @arcticmonkeys for their end of tour wrap party. So grateful to these sweet amazing dudes for having us and treating us so nice.

Especially bassist Nick O'Malley who suggested we play their event! So grateful True gentlemen all around."

Via

Sculptures of anything goes

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[dc418writes]

Mean It

✨Pairing✨: trucker!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Ari says those three magic words, but not exactly in the way you were expecting

⚠️: First and foremost, Ari (you already know), mentions of alcohol and intoxication, pretty much all fluff

A|N🎙: This is gonna be a little flashback based off this post from Instagram I saw and thought was really cute☺️. I hope you guys like it!

Stumbling through Ari’s front door with his log of an arm around your shoulders, you’re pretty proud of yourself being able to carefully help him inside without either of you falling or breaking your own ankles in your black stilettos. Sure there was an accidental bump of his head getting him out the passenger seat and the knock of his knee against the door, but he’d live.

“Alright big guy, back to your humble abode,” you sigh leaning your adorably drunk boyfriend against the wall as you locked the door behind you. Face splotched red and a giddy smile on his pink lips, you were glad he wasn’t a sloppy drunk that couldn’t hold his liquor. Or an angry one at that.

“You okay?”

“Mhm,” he nods shrugging off his jacket and trying to place it on the hook multiple times before giving up and dropping it to the floor.

“You need water? Wanna lie down?”

He’s quiet, just slowly blinking at you and making you slightly worry before he’s grinning again. Grabbing your hands to bring them to his warm lips as he steps closer. “Thanks for coming. Boys loved you.”

“Of course, I enjoyed them too.”

You honestly didn’t know what to expect when Ari invited you to his friend’s birthday party. Before tonight, neither of you had met the other’s friends; just heard about them through stories and overhearing the occasional phone call. Were they a rowdy bunch? Or was a party to them a small gathering of people with a little wine in a mostly serene setting? While it wasn’t exactly like meeting his family, it was still important and you hoped they liked you.

“You have fun?,” you ask even though you already had a good idea of his answer.

“Sooo much!,” he smiles, apparently unfazed when his head bumps into the wall behind him. His eyes shut as he reminisces. “Haven’t hung out like that since…homecoming senior year.” Kicking off his boots, he’s about to go into more detail when the sight of you bending your leg starting to remove your heels makes him dramatically gasp and startle you.

“What?!”

“No.” Before you can question him, he’s flopping down to the floor—nearly toppling over from the sudden drop—pushing your hand away and fumbling with the string as he tries to rid it from above your ankle.

“Ari,” you softly giggle peering down at him, “honey it’s okay, I got it.”

“I do,” he hiccups. “You get comfy.”

As soon as the shoe falls to the floor, you feel his lips pecking your knee and feather light touch sliding up your calf while gently placing your recently shaved leg down to move onto the next. Your hand finds the back of his neck as he works, nails dancing along the small prickles of hair at its base before inching towards his longer strands and scratching along his scalp to appear again at the curled ends.

His face presses further into your partially covered thighs as he groans making your giggles grow and cheeks warm feeling his nose just above your most intimate region. Not that he hadn’t already been there a time or two before.

“Mmm…makin’ me sleepy,” he mumbles against your legs as you continue playing with his hair.

“Then let’s get you to bed, yea? First we gotta-Ari!” Your hand is quick to make sure your butt is covered when your body’s suddenly lifted into the air over his broad shoulder. With every step he took down the dim hall to his bedroom, you became more nervous your head would be the one bumping against the door next.

Or worse, Ari would stumble and fall ultimately bringing you with him and at least one of you getting injured.

“Ari careful…careful! Watch out for the dresser.”

“Shh, I’m an excellent driver. S’what I do,” he slurs with a grin before falling with you on the bed. An “oof” coming from the both of you before laughs fill the quiet space glowing from the lamp on his nightstand.

Tucking a hair behind his ear as both your chuckles calm to quiet breaths, there’s a moment you both just gaze at each other. You falling deep into those bright pools, as you tended to do, and Ari looking at you with the same adoration as a child seeing their favorite character at Disney. Filled with so much love, your heart couldn’t help but warm and swell as a gentle smile appeared on your lips.

“I love you.”

It’s hushed, but those three words are unmistakable tumbling off his tongue. They should probably scare you; make you run for the hills only being officially together two months now, but instead…it felt right. Immediately making your smile brighter before it’s suddenly falling.

If only his head wasn’t currently fuzzy and probably spinning due to the shots and beers from earlier.

In this state, you were sure it was just the alcohol talking and possibly even just an appreciative “I love you” for making sure he got in okay. The same “I love you” you’d tell a friend when they’re nice enough to deliver your forgotten wallet.

Your hand moves to scratch his thick beard, pursing your lips as you mentally curse yourself for getting so excited. “You’re drunk bubba,” you whisper back. A small smile covering up the slight ache in your heart.

“I am,” he snorts kissing the corner of your mouth before lying on his back to stretch his arms over his head.

After a few minutes it’s quiet. Only his light snores ringing in your ears as you sigh carefully stroking his eyebrows with your thumb. He looks so precious sleeping with his long lashes resting against the tops of his cheeks and pink lips slightly parted. His chain gleaming in the light with every rise and fall of his chest.

“Let’s try to get you more comfortable,” you speak to the air before pecking his nose and rising to your feet to remove his clothes.

-

The next morning, Ari’s head throbs as he rubs his face with a deep groan sitting against his headboard. It definitely wasn’t the worst hangover he’d experienced, but he knew his body was warning him he might not be able to maintain his former party boy ways. It’s then he hears the clanking of dishes from the kitchen and the familiar smell of pancakes and eggs sneaks into his nostrils already knowing it had to be you. His lips curl into a soft smile remembering the party and how you chatted with all his friends pretty much making them your own that same night. How he kept you on his lap or attached to him in some way as more drinks flowed, and he became more needy for your touch and presence.

A glass of water and three Advils waiting on his nightstand makes him mentally aw at you always taking care of him like the adorable, fallen angel you were. It’s one of the many reasons he loved-

Wait…waitwaitwait…did I?…

Fingers tangled in his messy hair, he can’t shake the feeling he said something he probably shouldn’t have.

Ari tries to go through every detail of last night, but his memories of arriving home with you are scattered and hazy. He can see you helping him out the car and in the apartment, him being on the floor with your shoe (for whatever reason), and then he was waking up in bed.

Was it a dream then? M-Maybe I’m worrying for nothing.

It only takes him a few minutes to ready himself before he’s walking down the hall in a pair of dark jeans and chest bare to the sunshine beaming through his opened blinds. Apprehensive at first, but then smiling to himself, yet again, at the sight of you in one of his graphic tees that fell to your thighs as you bop your head to whatever song was playing in your earbud.

“Mornin’ gorgeous,” he whispers in your open ear making you slightly jump and drop the dirty mixing bowl in the water. His deep laugh at your reaction has you narrowing your eyes as you turn to slap a sudsy hand to his tattooed abdomen.

“Not funny!,” you giggle before his minty lips find yours once then twice…and again for good measure.

“M’Sorry. Promise I didn’t mean it.”

“Sure,” you sarcastically nod as he fixes your plate then his. “I take it you’re not feeling last night anymore?”

“I do a bit, but the meds and water definitely helped,” he smiles carrying both your plates to the couch. “And this food is gonna help even more because I’m starving.”

Quietly eating side by side, the television plays re-runs of Friends occasionally making you both laugh at Joey and Chandler. Ari’s aren’t as deep though still thinking about last night.

Every so often he’d peak over at you trying to gage if there was any hidden awkwardness, but you seem to be fine. Eventually feeling his eyes on you, you just smile leaning over to peck his cheek as if it was a regular Saturday.

But then again, maybe you were just acting normal for his sake?

“Hey, um random question…d-did I happen to say anything weird last night? Not necessarily bad weird, but kinda…out of the blue weird?”

“Mm..what do you mean?” You knew exactly what he was referring to. The possibility of him asking you about it was the only thing on your mind this morning as you cooked, already triggering your anxiety for the day.

“Like did I say anything…important?”

He was trying to take it back like you predicted he would. Brush them off as the meaningless drunk words you already knew they were.

“Nope. Mostly just said how you had fun and were tired.”

“Oh..okay good,” he nods going back to the little remaining food on his plate.

You, on the other hand, had lost your appetite feeling hurt all over again. “You know what, I uh actually just remembered I used the last of your eggs.”

“It’s fine, I can get some tomorrow,” Ari states watching you take your plate to empty in the garbage before placing it in the sink.

“No I should replace it since I used it. Plus I can get dinner for tonight,” you reply walking towards the bedroom not looking at him once.

Ari wasn’t completely oblivious. He could feel the shift in your mood as soon as you walked past.

“I’ll go with then!,” he calls out loud enough for you to hear.

“No, uh you rest! I’ll go!” Appearing back in the living room still in his shirt and a pair of your jean shorts underneath, you quickly stick your feet in your slides and grab your purse finally turning to meet his eyes. “Anything specific you want?”

His hair gently shakes along with his head before you’re promising to be back soon and out the door quicker than a seagull diving to a stranded fry in the sand.

“Yep Levinson, you definitely said something ya doofus,” he sighs letting his head fall back against the sofa while kicking himself.

-

“You’ve uh got a lot of groceries here sweetheart,” he states setting another set of bags down on his counter now completely covered.

“Yea, well as far as dinner tonight I wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for so I got different options,” you explain starting to put away the cold foods while Ari worked on everything else. “Then for milk I couldn’t find the brand you had, and I didn’t want to bother you-,”

“You could never bother me.” You’re not paying attention though continuing on about how you never really realized how many different choices there were, and then going on to name each one you saw. In your short amount of time together, he’d come to find that a popular avoidance technique with you; setting your mind elsewhere to delay confronting a problem.

The last time you’d done it being when Ari said you needed to talk, which only turned out to be him asking you to be his girlfriend and you worrying for nothing.

Bless Ari for willingly sitting there as you rambled, still somehow wanting to be with you.

“So, we could do spaghetti, or maybe penne pasta with grilled chicken?”

“Y/N-,”

“Or we could just do salads? I should probably be ashamed to say it’s been a while since I had one.” Taking the plastic covered head of lettuce from your hands, he turns you around so you have no choice but to face him and his soft eyes.

“Sweetheart, look at me-,”

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean to say it,” you interrupt with a sympathetic smile. “We can just move forward and act like it didn’t happen. Promise I’m fine with it.”

“But it did happen…and I meant it.”

“Ari, you don’t have to-,”

“And I promise I’m not,” he states moving his hands to the sides of your face. “I’ve been in love with you since you sacrificed your day off to drive two hours just to be with me when my truck broke down.”

Ari just shook his head donning that famous heart melting smile as soon as you pulled on the side of the road behind his idle truck. A couple strands of hair sticking to his forehead and shirt nearly drenched from waiting in the hot cabin, he felt embarrassed sitting in your spotless leather seats. He just knew you could smell his musk, but you never scrunched your nose in disgust or stealthily tried to crack a window. You simply turned in your seat facing him as you tapped on your phone trying to find restaurants near by.

It was his, and your, favorite date so far.

“Well like you said, I was off so I had the time. Plus..I wanted to see you,” you softly smile feeling the warmth from his palms.

“And while you didn’t have to, I appreciate you doing that. Especially when I wanted to see you too,” he grins before his lips meet yours with a low smack that echoes between you. “When I said I love you, although definitely not the way I wanted it to come out, believe me when I say I meant it with every muscle, fiber, and ounce of blood in my heart Y/N.”

And you did.

From the tips of your toes to the follicles on top of your head you could tell he wasn’t lying, and you couldn’t be happier.

“Now I-I know we haven’t been official long and I’m not trying to push or scare you-,”

“I love you too.” His eyes slightly widen and cheeks begin to flush, making you giggle as you peck his bottom lip. “You’re surprised?”

“Honestly..a little,” he nervously chuckles letting go of your face to lift your thighs so they could wrap around his hips. Your arms automatically winding around his neck as you softly bump the tip of your nose against his. “I just knew I’d crossed into ‘creepy clingy’ territory and lost ya for good.”

“It’s gonna be hard to lose me bubba,” you state letting your lips passionately meld together and completely forgetting about the groceries waiting around you.

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The Build Up

Pairing:Husb!Construction!Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader

warnings: none

summary: Nothing better than a visit by the Mrs at the local construction site. Chris is a major dilf and family man. Lots of fluff and steamy implications

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(Chris' P.O.V)

The scorching sun was horrific, sending waves of sweat and stench to our construction site. Loads of us men having to strip down to the likes of our white vests, our reflective vests long forgotten.

“Oi Chris, when do we get to meet this missus of yours?” John called from the other side of the house we were working on, a new A lister client.

“When I want ya to” I chuckled back, watching him shake his head before going back to nailing parts together, the other guys laughing along with a rag or two being thrown at me.

“Yeah literally all we know is that her name is Y/n, and that’s because her names on your chest dude” Logan commented gesturing to the ink on my chest, positioned right above where my heart would be.

Shaking my head, I just continued on shovelling gravel into the ground before levelling out, trying not to let the heat get to me.

“Look all ya need to know is that m'a happily married man alright?”

“Yes sir”

Despite the harsh weather, I knew i’d never trade my job in. The pay was good, the hours are negotiable, what else could I really settle for? Not to mention it saves me from having to go to the gym three or four times a week.

So lost in thought I didn’t even realise my phone in my back pocket had started going off, setting down my shovel by the brick wall I answered it.

“Baby, i’m here” I heard that sweet honey-like voice of hers say, a smile instantly flying onto my face when I heard her words of endearment. The guys wiggling their eyebrows at me once they saw the smile on my face, they musta caught onto who was on the phone.

“Where abouts are ya precious?” I tried to say as quietly as possible, not wanting to attract attention to it.

“Mmm I’m by the street light on the right, you forgot your lunch again hun” With that motherly scolding voice of hers, I felt myself cower a little before turning to the right, seeing her gorgeous self there. Graced in a short flowly blue floral summer dress, I instantly felt myself swoon, the baby stroller sitting right beside her.

“Gotta go boys, I won’t be long” I breathed out leaving my equipment, walking down the street, my steps getting faster the closer I got.

Y/n's arms outstretched inviting me in for a hug,

“Baby I stink, and i’m sweaty. I don’t know if you’d wanna hug me right now” I said stepping back a little, a pout forming on those kissable lips of hers.

“I don’t care, I wanna hug from my husband”

“Alright c'mere” I growled pulling her in by her hand, her arms going around my neck as I encircled around her waist. Her sweet vanilla scent taking away the industrial smell of the site.

“Didn' I tell ya not to come here? The fumes aren’t good for you or the kids” I scolded back, my hands going to settle on her visible rounded stomach housing our second baby, another boy.

“I know, but I missed you, and so did Noah” She said in a smaller voice, turning around to pick up our 1 year old, his hands stuffed in his mouth.

“There’s my little man” I beamed taking him into my arms, his face overlooking my shoulder as I brought Y/n in closer, my lips catching her in a soft passionate kiss. Only separating when we heard the men behind us cheering, giggles leaving us both as our foreheads rested against each others.

“You better get home early, you know what this does to me”

She whispered against my lips, her hands trailing down my chest in the white vest, her hands resting on the surface of my stomach, kisses being pressed into my chest.

“gah you need to stop bein so distracting, thought you were gonna be good this time?” I teased settling Noah back into his stroller, my hands going to cup my beautiful wife's face, her pregnancy glow making her even more irresistible.

“Sorry baby, but baby here jus missed his daddy” She teased biting her lip a little,

“Oh but he’s not the only one now is he?”

“Hmm nope. Not my fault you look so handsome all built up like this, you look like such a good daddy”

“Is that right?” I whispered, her nose nuzzling against mine

“Oi Chris, you gonna introduce us or what?” I heard Logan say behind us, rolling my eyes I turned around to see the whole lot of them lookin at us.

“Y/n honey, meet the boys, boys this is my wife Y/n and our son Noah”

“Cute. So how did yall meet? There’s no way this sweaty mess of a man just met a soft n'elegant woman like yourself outta nowhere”

“Chris didn’t tell you guys how we met?” Y/n asked curiously, knowing damn well that’s my go to story every time we meet someone new.

With all of them shaking my head she started off with,

“Well before Chris had his own construction company, he actually freelanced around my hometown fixin stuff for whoever. I had come home from college and I was like 22, to see this hunk fixin one of my ma's broken windows. Trust me I was in shock, but then I found out he was a bit older. But that didn’t stop us, did it Chrissy?”

“Chrissy?” Steven snorted

“Shut up Steven if you wanna job tomorrow” I snarked back, my ears feeling warmer at the embarrassment.

“Okay but we wanna know the whole story” Logan said pushing further,

“How about y’all come over to our house tomorrow night for dinner? we'd love to have ya, and i’ll tell ya how we got together” Y/n said happily, god she was so caring and welcoming.

“Is that alright with you boss” I heard someone call out from behind.

“yeah, anything to make the wife happy”

[baby-fics]

Cg!Bo Sinclair x Little! Reader, ft Vincent and Lester head-cannons

TW: Slashers, reference to m*rder and tort*re, reference to child ab*se. Not super prevalent, and not graphic.

I think Bo would actually benefit from being a caregiver. One of his worst fear's is being an abusive piece of garbage to his kids or his partner- anyone he cares about really, like his parents were.

He does have issues with anger as we all know, but knowing his s/o has the mind of a child encourages him to let out that anger in a less... Terrifying way!

After not receiving any genuine, soft, or affectionate love his entire life, having a little that will push past his misdeeds to snuggle up under his chin anyway? Oh you bet your butt he'll try to be the best Daddy you could ever have.

When he found out about your regression however, you were mortified. Absolutely convinced that he would be disgusted, and have Vinny turn you into a candle right then and there.

After watching the beginnings of a panic attack, Bo showed you the most gentle side of himself that you had seen up until that moment. Trying to show himself in the most non-threatening light while attempting to help you calm down.

He kept a non-threatening posture and spoke to you in a low tone,"It's alright sweetheart, you don' have to hide here. You're one of us doll, there's nothing you could do to make me get rid of you. S' Daddy clear on that?"

Now that sent you into INSTANT babie mode, and he could tell. In a moment you began subtly rocking back and forth while fiddling with your fingers.

Not trusting your voice, you nodded which caused Bo to lift your chin to meet his gaze so he could say, "You gotta use words baby, Daddy can't hear you that well!"

"Mm, yis Bowie.. Don' gotta hide" you said, the word Daddy sounding unfamiliar and uncomfortable given your lack of having a previous caregiver.

"Aww.. Bowie! Aint you precious.. Don' worry baby, you do whats comfy for you" he said while petting your bright red cheek as you averted your gaze.

Eventually he wants you to feel safe enough to call him whatever you want and be as small as you want. Bo can be patient, and he'll support you for however long it takes to fully feel confident.

Bo will ask you a ton of questions about what you like while you're small, and is very happy with any kind of Babie or Kiddo he has. He loves the dependence and clinginess of a younger littles though, but also an older little who can help their "Bowie" in the shop!

He's also absolutely fine with anything that comes with being the CG of a very small Little. Pacis, Bottles, Pull-ups, etc. You name it baby bear! He's got you! There's nothing that can deter him!

Bo's first step was creating a "Little Space" (ha get it?) in his room with a blankie, pillows, a decorated shoe box with your little items in it, and all of your stuffies. He also refuses to let you try to hide your little items or any attempt to conceal your regression from his brothers.

In fact all of the brothers are very supportive about your regression, you bring a sweetness and sense of joy to Ambrose. They're also very adamant that you feel comfortable in being authentic in your home with your found family.

Vincent and Lester eventually become "Uncle Vinny" and "Uncle Lettie" and are 100% okay with their new position along with being interested with the prospect of babysitting.

Obviously you cant just ✨magic away✨your anxiety or intrusive thoughts, that stuff takes time. But when you're surrounded by people who know that and are determined to prove those thoughts wrong? It helps that worry ease faster.

Vinny really likes to color with you and will let you do crafts in the basement sometimes! He'll let you play with clay or wax too! On one condition though, you can't go in to the basement without one of the Brothers when you're small.

You don't have many rules but "No babies in the basement without a big present" stops babies from seeing things they should not see!

Lester tells you stories and promises you stuffies in return for an invitation to one of your elusive tea parties; And as much as your shy lil self doesn't wanna come across as "greedy", any CG knows no little can resist the art of Stuffie Bribery for long.

Overall, it doesn't matter who you are. Once you've been accepted as a Sinclair, you ARE a Sinclair and they will accept whatever strange or unfamiliar quirk you come with. Because lets be honest, they come with some pretty funky ones too and they know it.

Daddy Bowie and your Uncles will do anything to keep the littlest Sinclair of them feeling safe and happy. Whatever it may take. <3

(Sorry that was so long! Thank you for reading! This wasn't proofread too much so pardon any mistakes! This is mainly based off of how my little space works and is for the most part indulgent lol.)

[kandyrezi]

[ ♡ / ♢ ] yandere!Yagi HCs.

(a/n: thank you @onceonafullmoon for inspiring me to write these! ✨)

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(tw: implied drugging & mind manipulation)

» Yagi is a possessive and a stalker-type yandere. You're likely one of his subordinates - someone who only knew him on surface level, that he was strict and a bit condescending. Well, that's what you would have continued on thinking if you hadn't found yourself becoming (unwillingly) a bit too close with him than what was generally acceptable of a mere subordinate-superior relationship.

» You work in one of the railway station's cramped mining tunnels - and while everyone was afforded a gas mask to avoid inhaling clouds of dust and toxic fumes, the tunnels were small and tightly confined, being constantly shoulder-to-shoulder with other demons was uncomfortable at best, suffocating at worst.

» Imagine your surprise when Yagi tells you that you're being put on desk duty far from those previous horrid work conditions - doing instead mostly paperwork, and being trusted enough to take some papers relating to more important matters directly to Envi (you were a bit astonished to step afoot into the Devil's castle for the first time!) as well.

» He definitely wants you to be near him as often as possible, even making you do any tasks that usually fall on Sullivan or Glasses' shoulders, like fetching him coffee. He doesn't stalk you himself, not really (too much hassle), rather orders someone else to do it for him. He feels... annoyed when you aren't nearby, and he's gotta know what you're up to at any given time, even outside of work hours. Yagi isn't a manipulative type of yandere; he just does what he wants and orders around whomever he wants to get his way... alright, maybe he isn't entirely truthful in some of the things he does and says when it comes to his object of (distorted) affections.

» Yagi takes you out most nights after work - instead of forcing you to drink like he does with Sullivan, he has enough integrity to actually ask where would you like to go; a restaurant, a bar, or a club of any kind. He normally cares little for the regard of his workers' so the fact he's even asking leaves you hesitant to deny his 'invitation' out of the... 'kindness' (definitely not the word you would normally ever use to describe him) of his heart? - similarly to how Sullivan can never bring himself to say 'no' to his superior either.

» Slowly but surely does he start inquiring rather... invasive and unusual questions that have nothing to do with work - like on one particular day - as he's looming over you and leaning his weight against the desk where you're sitting.

"So, do you have a partner? A spouse, maybe?"

You snap out of absentmindedly staring at the stations' funding and material costs' paperwork in front of you— it takes you a moment to recover and realize your boss is still there while you were zoning out at the small talk he's been trying to make, "I— uh, n-no, I don't. Why is that important?"

He puts a pair of casual hands on your shoulders (lord, is he massive compared to you) and you stiffen at the contact, wondering how can he ask something like that so blatantly and without any consideration.

"You looked like you were kilometers away from your task at hand," he tells you sternly, causing you to straighten your back on instinct as he continues and you can tell he's directly observing you even with the gas mask on, "I need to know none of my subordinates are distracted by familial or interpersonal affairs," he says, his hands lingering just a bit too long - a pat against your shoulder, then finally leaving you be.

"Continue on with what you were doing then, yeah?"

» Any bits of information he doesn't gather from demons he has following after you, he finds out himself. He has no problem playing the long game with you, he's in no rush to do anything so long as you remain within his grasp. Yagi is unlikely (unlikely, but not an impossible event) to kidnap or lock a darling away within a confined space. If he can just keep an eye on you when you're within arm's reach, that's good enough for him (...for now).

» But it does begin to get weirder and somehow worse over time that you'll inevitably find yourself wishing - thinking, maybe working in the godawful mining tunnels was better when Yagi wasn't observing and examining your every move; pointing out all your mistakes, sometimes having you accompany him when he's at a meeting, deliberately giving you tasks that are difficult or impossible to follow, making observations about you—

» It almost comes off as unwanted harassment, but he's so crafty with his actions and it'll instead make you feel like you're crossing a line if you choose to confront him about it - at the end of the day, he's still your boss, and a strict one at that.

» He's pretty on and off with his yandere tendencies; he'll leave you alone and give you space when he thinks you're drifting away from him - while he's somewhat lacking in tact and subtlety, he doesn't appreciate when he can outright tell you're avoiding him.

» Well, maybe couples need time apart from eachother sometimes. If that won't do, then he'll just resort to other methods to get you to be a compliant pet for him.

» (don't let yourself relax when you think he's lost interest in you during times when he isn't looming over you; when he's not there, he just has Sullivan report back to him what you've been doing, wearing, or whom you've been conversing with.)

» On once occasion, you vaguely remember going to a bar with your boss and your other co-workers, Glasses and Sullivan. Not an unusual event, nothing out of the ordinary, except you really can't recall—

» "You drank yourself into complete oblivion. Not even I drink that much most nights," he tells you with some gruff laughter the next morning when you wake up on the couch with a blanket pulled up to your shoulders, you can't remember why or when you started downing Martinis and Bloody Marys in enough quantities to black out afterwards. "Took you here to recover and sober up. Washroom's that way if you wanna puke, just don't do it on the carpet."

» It isn't your house— it must be his, you come to the logical conclusion as you glance around. He even left you some water on the table right next to the couch. He's been... odd, but maybe... well, maybe he has some resemblance of friendliness underneath that hard shell of an exterior he exhibits if he went such lengths for you.

» (you don't need to know, for some suspicious reason, you only drank one glass while Sullivan, sitting right next to you, kept his mouth shut the entire time.)

» If you were to ask for a transfer to another position (or hell forbid, ask to resign), preferably far away from the goat demon where there would be no way he would come into contact with you that frequently or easily - he would lull you into false sense of security, he'll hear you out but invite you to go out for drinks first before discussing important matters tomorrow, then drug you without hesitation when an opportunity rises, making sure to get rid of any evidence (or, silence any living evidence) so you can't accuse him of anything.

» Better to mess with your mind and tamper with your memories to deal with problems than trouble himself with blackmail and threats just to make sure you won't be able to leave - it's just not his preferred method, nah, but that doesn't mean he isn't above doing it.

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(a/n: those cramped mining tunnels in 19th century that were a nightmare to work in? precisely how i imagine yagi's underlings' work conditions. no wonder sullivan canonically has terrible asthma. lol

could i have added and written a lot more to this? yeahhh but it's already so long i had to stop myself jfc.)

[allthefakepeople]

hey miels <3

since you sent me the last couple of wilmon and taylor related asks I thought I’d send you one, and today’s winner is….. innocent

the entire song is giving wille talking to his past self, like

“I guess you really did it this time

Left yourself in your warpath

Lost your balance on a tightrope

Lost your mind tryin' to get it back”

warpath already reminds me of the revenge plot line in s2, and how focused wille was on that, so much so he almost lost track of his relationship with simon and kristina, and the bad choices he made along the way ;-;

“Always a bigger bed to crawl into

Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything

And everybody believed in you?”

“a bigger bed” reminds me of erik and how wille used to be able to afford fuckups because he had an entire family with him, and he had people in his corner

“Did some things you can't speak of

But at night you live it all again

You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now

If only you had seen what you know now then”

THIS. this is his mindset after the denial, because he couldn’t speak on it, and then he was “shattered on the floor” after simon broke things off, but the last line is him taking it all back in the s2ep6 speech :’)

anyway, thoughts? more lyrics?

-💛✨

ahhhh sea

i'm gonna CRYYYY but YES. definitely gives older wille looking back on younger wille's decisions

"It's alright, just wait and see Your string of lights is still bright to me Oh, who you are is not where you've been You're still an innocent"

(this also lowkey feels liks SIMON talking to wille? like wille has woken them both up with another nightmare of something that happened when they were teenagers and simon comforts him)

"Wasn't it beautiful runnin' wild 'til you fell asleep Before the monsters caught up to you?"

(how wille grew up with erik but the "monsters" could be his anxiety or erik's death)

"Time turns flames to embers You'll have new Septembers Everyone of us has messed up too, ooh, ooh Minds change like the weather I hope you remember Today is never too late to be brand new"

(this, again, lowkey feels like simon comforting wille when he feels like he isn't doing enough)

ahhhhh now i gotta add it to my playlist!

thanks for sharing!

-miels 💜✨

[anannua]

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🖤 Anon Asks Get Deleted 💔

I don't even read 'em.

I say it ✨ every time ✨ and yet some people still throw anon asks at me. for this particular event I am not accepting anon asks.

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[magickastiel]

✨ B&B’S CHRISTMAS ADVENT CALENDAR ✨

10th December - pyjamas & fuzzy socks

I am, once again, attempting to write one story through different prompts. I really enjoyed it last time so let’s see if I can do it through December!

check out the other days | now on ao3

Summary: Just a month after defeating Chuck, Sam & Dean are faced with their first real Christmas. Eileen, Jody, Donna, Claire & Kaia descend on the Bunker for a Christmas celebration like no other. But for Dean, Castiel’s confession still weighs heavy. It might be easier to deal with if Cas was actually around to talk to but he and Jack are busy in Heaven. Surely they don’t have time to come home for Christmas…do they?

🧦

Dean’s doing well Christmas Eve morning.

He’s wandering about in his robe, making plans for his cooking. He’s got prep to do and later he can get Jack to help him peel the veg ready to cook tomorrow. He’s also decided to surprise Sam with a spinach, feta and sweet potato tart. He’s been complaining about having too much meat both at Thanksgiving and Christmas so Dean found a recipe last week that looks good and he's eager to try it.

He’s in his element. The kitchen is enough to take the edge off his problems and make him concentrate on the good stuff - his family are all laughing and talking in the next room. That’s all he needs.

It’s mid-morning when he emerges, a fresh tray of hot cocoa in hand. He hands them out, chatting easily with everyone as he goes.

He stops dead as he hands over the last one.

Cas takes the mug gently and smiles. Except he’s not…he’s not wearing his trenchcoat. Or suit. Or shirt. Just some soft looking deep blue pyjamas and fluffy socks with bees on them.

Cas’ smile fades into concern.

“Dean? Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah. Yeah!” He clears his throat. “Just, uh, surprised. You finally got out of that trenchcoat. A-and into something else. Obviously. Not like you’re wandering around naked or anything.”

Cas looks confused.

“Yes. That would be inappropriate by the majority of human standards.”

Dean forces a laugh. He can feel Jody and Eileen’s eyes burning into the back of his head.

“I just gotta. Uh…” He waves vaguely towards the kitchen. “Ya know. Get, uh…get preppin’.”

“Of course. And thank you for the cocoa. While I cannot taste it as humans do, I do find it rather comforting in a way coffee is not. And the texture of the marshmallows is rather pleasing.”

“Good. Great!” Dean says hurriedly, not knowing why he was quite so fixated with the image of marshmallows slowly melting on Cas’ tongue.

“Dean.” Jody’s voice is firm and grounding behind him. “You said you wanted my help prepping?”

“Huh? No, I didn’t - ” She glares and he blinks. “Uh. Yeah! Yeah, I definitely did say that. Thanks.”

“Oh.” Cas says after taking a small sip of his cocoa. “If you need help with anything, I would be willing - ”

“I’m sure we’ve got it covered!” Jody interrupts, smiling a little too desperately. “Eileen’s helping too. Aren’t you?”

“Yes!” Eileen leaps up, making Sam jump.

“Really?” Sam says, a frown creasing his brow. “I thought you hated cooking? You said you’re awful at it.”

Eileen recovers quickly. “I can’t do it but I know a great family recipe for, uh…”

“Stuffing.” Dean blurts. “Sounds amazing.”

“Mmhmm!” Eileen nods, scurrying across the room to join Jody and Dean as they retreat. She waves to Sam over her shoulder. “See you later!”

In the safety of the kitchen, Dean regains enough sense to be toe-curlingly embarrassed.

He squeezes his eyes closed so hard light bursts behind his lids. “Thanks for the rescue.”

“Looked like you were struggling and I had to take pity before someone else noticed.”

When he opens his eyes, both Jody and Eileen are staring at him.

“What?”

“Are we gonna talk about why you had a teeny mental breakdown just then?” Jody crosses her arms, waiting impatiently.

“Do we have to?”

“Uh huh.” Jody nudges him. “I think that’s what you need because - ”

“Because it looked like you saw Cas in different clothes and almost got a - ”

“Ok, ok!” Dean cuts off Eileen and glares as she smirks at him. Jody is badly hiding a smile. He huffs. “It just…threw me, that’s all. He’s always wearing that coat and I’ve never really noticed - ”

“How hunky he is?”

“How broad his shoulders are.” He corrects with a flaming face.

Eileen snorts. “Same thing.”

Jody gives up trying to hide her smile. “Look, don’t you think it’s time you addressed the fact that, emotions aside, you do think Cas is attractive? Come on, let’s start with that.”

He wants to deny it, he thinks he should deny it. But the image of Cas, somehow both soft and firm, clad in pyjamas that cling a little around the biceps and thighs, swims in front of his eyes. He wants to reach out and touch, wants to feel how warm he is, feel his heartbeat under his palm.

His body tingles.

“Ok. Fine. He’s…attractive.” His mouth feels dry. “But everyone knows that, right? I mean, he’s a good looking guy! We’ve all got eyes. That…that doesn’t mean anything.”

Jody and Eileen share a look. Before they can say anything, Jack appears in the doorway.

He raises his hand in greeting.

“Hello! I feel sick.”