#also I've realized that the house isn't even coming that slowly

[darkmoonkestrel]

daily kestrel 124:

we got a lot done around the house today! it took two Home Depot trips, the first of which was longer than necessary bc Peyton was looking at tools, but I had told him he could buy some, so I can't begrudge him the time. ultimately the set he wanted ended up being out of stock, so I set up notifications and we're gonna hope it goes back in stock before the good sale on it ends bc that man does deserve tools

among the things we got done today were: Paige made a delicious breakfast, Peyton patched the hole into the attic (unfortunately we believe that we have trapped the squirrel into the attic instead of out of it, but Harley is bringing some humane traps tomorrow, so hopefully we can get it out and release it), I swept the deck (it needs a pressure wash but it does look a little better now), Paige deep cleaned the bathroom, Karilyn fixed the leak under the kitchen sink, I went to the storage unit and got the rest of the kitchen stuff and the bedroom stuff so we finally have nightstands now (I also packed it all so securely in the bed of the truck that I didn't need to put a single ratchet strap on it, so I was proud of that), Peyton fixed the gutter downspout that fell earlier this week, I cleaned the garage door and door frame with a magic eraser, we met one of our neighbors, Harley cleaned the windows of the sunroom very thoroughly, Karilyn started on fixing the outdoor spigot and replacing it with a frost-free one (that job needs to be finished tomorrow), I burned boxes, Peyton replaced the deadbolt on the back door with a passage bolt so we don't need a key on the inside, and I made chicken Alfredo stuffed shells for dinner

overall, a productive day, and another one to come tomorrow. Harley and Karilyn have gone home for the night, but they shall be returning tomorrow to complete the frost-free spigot installation. I plan to tackle the holes in the garage ceiling tomorrow, and then hopefully we can get the rest of the bedroom set up and unpack our clothes and the remainder of the bathroom supplies. it's starting to feel like a house, slowly but surely

[buckets-and-trees]

boop Minotaur!Bucky on his lil snout

How about a birthday boop?

Arrangement

Characters/Pairings: soft!dark Minotaur!Bucky x curvy!Millennial Botanist!Female!Reader Word Count: 3.2k Summary: If it seems too good to be true, it always is. Always. Too bad you had to go to the remote jungles of South America to learn that lesson. Now that you've agreed to your fate, what comes next? SEQUEL TO SACRIFICIAL

Content/Concept Warnings: DARK themes: lulled into a trap, human offering, willing but dubious consent, "no choice" consent to be kidnapped/taken; explicit smut: vaginal fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected vaginal intercourse and ejaculation, rough fucking; use of pet name: lamb/little lamb; slightly possessive behavior; praise kink; dirty talk; size kink; terato/monster fucking

Notes: Well, well, well... if it isn't the return of the mysterious Minotaur!Bucky who it's been so long since I've written or even mentioned him that nearly everyone gave up and stopped asking... BUT FOR MY BEST FRIEND FOR HER BIRTHDAY? I simply had to! So, birthday boops to @vonalyn!

Additional Notes: Part of the the Valentine Storygrams and also a humble offering for @the-slumberparty's Year of the Snake challenge.

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You awoke with a start, disoriented and groggy. The first thing you noticed was the softness beneath you - a plush bed covered in silken sheets. As your eyes adjusted to the dim light, you realized you were in a spacious room with wooden walls and many windows that opened up to trees. It was twilight, and if you weren’t mistaken, you were in some kind of tree house.

Attempting to stretch, you found your movements restricted. Looking down, you saw your arms bound in front of you with wide silk ribbons, woven up and down your forearms. Your legs were similarly bound, ribbons banding your thighs together and encircling your ankles. The bindings were snug but not painfully tight, allowing some movement while keeping you securely restrained. The rest of you was still laid bare after the beast had rid you of the lingerie the villagers had offered you up with as their sacrifice.

You closed your eyes again, your mind flitting back through the ordeal of being prepared as a sacrificial lamb to slake some need the minotaur had - initially it was a primal one, clearly, but some of what was said had you suspecting there was more to it than that.

A rustle of movement behind you caught your attention. Turning your head, you saw the minotaur - Bucky - shuffling through some boxes.

You watched Bucky silently for a few moments, taking in his massive form as he sorted through what appeared to be your belongings. The large shipping crate and traveling bag you'd packed for your supposed research trip were there, along with some unfamiliar packages.

"You're awake," he rumbled, not turning to look at you. "I was beginning to worry you weren’t as sturdy as I’d assumed and I'd been too rough with you earlier."

You swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. Your mind was still reeling from everything that had happened.

Bucky finally turned, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. He approached the bed slowly, his massive form looming over you. "How are you feeling, little lamb?"

You tugged lightly at your bindings. "A bit... restrained."

He chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed. His large hand came to rest on your thigh, thumb stroking the silk ribbon there. "Just a precaution, for now. Wouldn't want you wandering off and getting lost in the jungle."

"Where are we?" you asked. “What's happening? Where am I?"

Bucky's lips curled into a small smile. "So many questions, little lamb. I suppose that's to be expected from a scientist." His hand continued its gentle caress of your thigh, the touch both soothing and unsettling.

"We're in the heart of the jungle," he said, gesturing to the windows. "Deep in the Ecuadorian Amazon, just as your research grant promised. Though the exact coordinates aren't quite what you were led to believe."

You craned your neck to look out the nearest window. The lush canopy of trees stretched as far as you could see, an endless sea of green. Colorful birds flitted between branches, their calls mingling with the constant hum of insects and the occasional distant noises of other unseen creatures.

"This treehouse," Bucky continued, "is my home. And now, it's yours too.”

You glanced around the treehouse again, taking in more details. The walls were adorned with an eclectic mix of items: shelves of books, strange artifacts that looked ancient, but there were also modern touches like solar-powered lanterns.

"But where exactly-" you began, only to be cut off by Bucky.

“I won’t tell you that.”

Bucky stood, moving to one of the windows. His massive form filled the window frame as he gazed out at the darkening jungle. "Even if I told you our exact location, it wouldn't matter. This place is not on any map. The jungle here is ancient, wild, and unforgiving."

He turned back to you, his blue eyes glinting in the dim light. "The trees themselves seem alive, their roots shifting beneath the earth, changing paths and landmarks. Compasses spin uselessly, their needles drawn to some unseen magnetic force deep within the earth. GPS signals can't penetrate the dense canopy."

You felt a chill run down your spine as he continued, his voice low and ominous. "And that's just the beginning. The jungle is beautiful, but it's also deadly. Poisonous frogs with skin that can kill you with a single touch. Jaguars that hunt in the night, silent and lethal. Quicksand that can swallow you whole before you even realize you're sinking."

He moved closer to the bed, his presence both intimidating and oddly comforting. "And those are just the natural dangers. There are other measures I've implemented. Traps that even the most experienced hunters wouldn't detect. Pitfalls lined with venomous snakes. Invisible trip wires that trigger darts coated with poisons.”

Bucky's voice softened as he continued, "But those traps aren't for you, little lamb. They're to keep others out, to protect us. I've spent decades perfecting these defenses, ensuring our sanctuary remains undisturbed."

He sat back down on the bed, his weight causing you to shift slightly towards him. "I don't want you to feel trapped or like you need to escape. But make no mistake, you will be in danger if you try to escape, and I will not be happy with you if it comes to that,” he declared, his voice and his eyes growing colder for a moment.

Then his large hand cupped your face, thumb stroking your cheek, and his voice softened again. "But you'll have everything you need to do your research, as outlined in the terms of the agreement you signed. I've prepared a state-of-the-art lab for you, filled with equipment that would make your former university colleagues green with envy. There are specimens here that have never been catalogued, flora with properties that could revolutionize medicine."

He gestured to a corner of the treehouse you hadn't noticed yet. "That's your lab."

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight. It was a fully equipped botanical research station, with microscopes, gene sequencers, and other high-tech equipment you'd only dreamed of having access to. Shelves lined the walls, ready to be filled with any and all kinds of specimens.

Bucky watched your reaction closely, a small smile playing on his lips. "I see that spark in your eyes, little lamb. Your passion for your work is part of why I chose you."

As you continued to look at the lab, your mind reeled with the possibilities. Despite the circumstances, a part of you thrilled at the prospect of studying undiscovered species, of making groundbreaking discoveries. Your eyes darted from one piece of equipment to another, recognizing some and marveling at others you'd only read about in cutting-edge journals.

Bucky's voice pulled you back again from your scientific reverie. "You'll have everything you need here, little lamb. I'll take care of you."

His massive hand trailed down your arm, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. "And in return, you'll take care of me as well."

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. "What... what do you mean by taking care of you?"

A slow smile spread across Bucky's face, his eyes darkening with desire. “You know exactly what I mean, clever scientist.”

His large hand slid down your body, tracing the curves of your breasts and stomach before coming to rest between your thighs. You shivered at his touch, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through you.

"You'll satisfy my needs," Bucky growled softly, his fingers teasing your sensitive flesh. "Just as you did earlier. But more than that, you'll be my companion. My partner in this isolated paradise."

He reached for a knife that had been bound to his enormous bicep, then sliced through the ribbons binding your legs. You sighed in relief to have mobility of your lower limbs again, but then you gasped as he slipped a finger inside you, your body responding eagerly despite your conflicted emotions.

Bucky's skilled fingers stroked and teased, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"Such a responsive little lamb," Bucky purred, his voice deep and filled with desire. "Already growing so wet for me."

He withdrew his fingers, leaving you aching for more. With an attempted gentleness he didn’t fully have for his massive size, he rolled you onto your stomach. "Up on your knees," he commanded, guiding your hips upward.

You complied, trembling slightly as you rose to your knees, your bound arms supporting your upper body. The silk sheets beneath you were cool against your heated skin.

Bucky's large hands grasped your hips, positioning you how he wanted. "Wider," he growled, nudging your thighs further apart. You felt exposed, vulnerable, yet a thrill of anticipation coursed through you.

Bucky lowered himself to kneel on the floor behind you, his massive form still towering over your prone figure on the bed. His large hands spread your thighs even wider, exposing your glistening folds to his hungry gaze. You shivered as you felt his hot breath ghost over your sensitive flesh.

Without warning, he leaned in and dragged his tongue along your slit in one long, slow lick. You gasped at the sensation, your hips instinctively pushing back against his face. His tongue was larger than a human's, rough and textured in a way that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through you with each pass.

Bucky growled appreciatively at your reaction, the vibrations adding another layer of stimulation. His strong hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he began to explore your folds in earnest. Bucky's ministrations were methodical, almost clinical. He lapped at your entrance, probing your entrance with deliberate, teasing strokes.

He explored every fold and crevice, mapping out your most intimate areas with meticulous attention. His rough tongue rasped against your sensitive flesh, sending shivers up your spine. You could feel the slight scrape of his teeth against your outer labia as he worked, adding a thrilling edge of danger to the pleasure. He alternated between broad, flat strokes that covered your entire sex and pointed, precise flicks that targeted your clit.

Your thighs began to tremble as the pleasure built, and Bucky's tongue only delved deeper. He lapped at your entrance, circling teasingly before plunging inside. The rough texture of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body as he fucked you with it, pushing in and out with increasing intensity.

His large hands kneaded your ass cheeks, spreading them wider to give him better access. You could feel his hot breath against your sensitive skin, punctuated by occasional grunts and growls of satisfaction. The vibrations from his vocalizations added another layer of sensation, making you tremble and moan.

Bucky's tongue was relentless, probing deeper than you thought possible. It curled and flexed inside you, reaching spots you didn't even know existed. Just as you were teetering on the edge of release, Bucky suddenly withdrew his tongue. You whimpered at the loss, your hips instinctively pushing back, seeking more.

"Not yet, little lamb," Bucky rumbled, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

You felt the bed shift as he stood, his massive form looming over you once more. The blunt head of his cock nudged against your entrance, already slick from his ministrations. He'd prepared you much more thoroughly earlier, and you had to acknowledge your cunt still felt a pleasurable ache from the earlier fucking, but you tensed slightly at the prospect of taking his enormous cock again.

Bucky sensed your apprehension and ran a soothing hand down your back. "Relax, little lamb. Your body was made to take me."

He began to push inside, the thick head of his cock stretching you open. You keened at the intrusion, your body struggling to accommodate his size. But Bucky didn’t move slowly, only smoothly, forcing your cunt to accommodate as he sank deeper.

"That's it," he growled, his voice strained. "Open up for me."

You whined, head dropping forward as Bucky's massive cock stretched you to your limits, sinking deeper, inch by agonizing inch. The burn of the stretch mingled with the pleasure, creating a heady mix of sensations that left you gasping and trembling. Your fingers clawed at the silk sheets, seeking something to anchor you as Bucky's relentless invasion continued.

"So tight," Bucky groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Your tight pussy is squeezing me so perfectly, so desperately, lamb."

You felt impossibly full, stuffed to the brim with his enormous length. Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, Bucky's hips finally met your ass, signaling he was fully seated within you. He held still for a blessed moment, allowing you to adjust to his size.

"Good girl," he purred, one large hand stroking down your spine. He rutted his hips against you slowly for a moment, back and forth, the coarse hair over his lower body so foreign and unexpected against your smooth skin.

His large hands went back to gripping your hips, and he began to move, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in with force.

The pace he set then was relentless. Each powerful thrust drove the air from your lungs, leaving you gasping and clutching at the sheets. The sound of your bodies slapping against each other filled the room, punctuated by your breathless cries and Bucky's deep grunts.

Bucky's powerful thrusts drove you forward, your bound arms struggling to keep you upright. Each time he bottomed out inside you, it felt like he was reaching impossible depths, touching places within you that had never been reached before. The stretch and fullness were overwhelming, bordering on painful, yet your body sang with pleasure.

His massive hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he used his preternatural strength to pull you back onto his cock with each thrust. The force of his movements made your breasts sway beneath you, nipples grazing against the silken sheets with delicious friction.

"Such a greedy little cunt," Bucky growled, his voice rough with lust. "Taking me so well, like you were made for minotaur cock."

You moaned in response, beyond words as the pleasure built within you. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, sparks of ecstasy shooting through your body with each powerful thrust.

Your entire world narrowed down to the sensations Bucky was eliciting from your body. The stretch and fullness of his massive cock, the bruising grip of his hands on your hips, the coarse fur of his lower body rubbing against your thighs - it was all overwhelming in its intensity.

Bucky's pace increased, his thrusts becoming more frantic. You could feel the tension building in your core, a coiling pressure that threatened to snap at any moment. Your bound arms gave out, and you collapsed onto your chest, face pressed into the silken sheets as Bucky continued to pound into you from behind.

Bucky leaned over you, his massive chest pressing against your back. The heat radiating from his body enveloped you, his musky scent filling your nostrils. You felt small and fragile beneath him, completely at his mercy.

"That's it, little lamb," Bucky growled in your ear, his hot breath fanning across your neck. "Take every inch of me. You're mine now, and I'm going to fill you up."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your inner walls clench around his massive length. The added pressure seemed to drive Bucky wild. He reared back, gripping your hips once more as he started to rut into you with renewed vigor.

"Fuck," he growled. "So tight. So perfect. Gonna fill you up, breed you full of my seed."

The primal nature of his words should have frightened you, but instead, they sent a thrill of arousal through your body. Your mind was hazy with pleasure, rational thought long since abandoned. All you could focus on was the overwhelming sensations Bucky was eliciting from your body.

Bucky's thrusts became erratic, his rhythm faltering as he neared his peak. One of his large hands snaked around your body, thick fingers finding your swollen clit. He rubbed it in tight circles, the added stimulation pushing you closer to the edge.

"Come for me, little lamb," he growled, his voice strained. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock."

His words and the relentless stimulation of your clit were too much. With a keening cry, you tumbled over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of intense pleasure. Your inner walls clamped down on Bucky's massive length, pulsing and squeezing as your body shook with release.

Bucky roared as your climax triggered his own. He slammed into you one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he began to pump you full of his cum. You could feel the hot spurts deep inside you, seeming endless as he continued to grind his hips against yours. His massive body shuddered above you, his grip on your hips tightening to a painful degree.

As the waves of your orgasm began to subside, you became acutely aware of just how much of Bucky's seed was filling you. The sheer volume was overwhelming, and you could feel it starting to leak out around his still-hard cock, dripping down your thighs.

Bucky remained buried inside you, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. One of his large hands stroked down your spine, almost soothingly. "Good girl," he murmured.

Bucky's large body draped over yours, pushing you flat against the mattress, his chest heaving against your back as he caught his breath. The weight of him should have been crushing, but somehow it felt right, like a heavy blanket of security enveloping you. His cock remained buried deep inside you, still twitching slightly with aftershocks.

After what felt like an eternity, Bucky slowly lifted himself off you, his softening length slipping free with a wet sound. You whimpered at the loss, feeling suddenly empty and bereft. The overflow of his seed dripped out freely now, and you gasped when his tongue quickly lapped at your mixed spend.

He chuckled, then drew away. “I’ll draw us a bath, and then feed you before putting you to sleep tonight,” he said. And before he walked away, he rolled you on your side, reached for his discarded knife, and released your arms.

You winced and began to rub at your arms. You wanted to sit up, but your body was too spent.

He leaned down over your shoulder and pressed a wet, sloppy kiss to your temple. “I’ll always take care of you, little lamb,” he vowed - and you still didn’t know yet whether to deem it as a threat or a promise.

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[eggedbellies]

imagine theres a slime monster living in your walls, you only noticed it bcuz sometimes it stays in one spot too long and you need to repaint ceiling due to water damage. you dont really mind, it doesnt leave the wall wet so there's no mold, and you dont have ppl come over often, the ones that do dont question why you have new stains on the ceiling every month.

obviously it likes warm places so its easy to placate during the winter you moved in since you're also cold, so turning the heat up keeps it happy and hiding.

but then the summer comes and it gets too cold from the ac, it finds the bathroom is much warmer when you're taking a shower. slowly with every shower you take it gets more comfortable being in plain sight, moving from in the wall, to the cabinet, to laying the floor, pressed against the outside of the tub. you never notice bcuz of your opaque shower curtain and it always hides when you get out, lingering nearby until the heat and steam finally fade. going back to the attic or the side of the house the sun hits thats only barely warm enough.

then one day you decide to have a self care day and take a bath, you have your laptop set up to watch movies and maybe a little wine to sip on. your slimey house mate coming to hang out but staying hidden since the curtain isn't pulled.

the lights are dim tho so it decides to test how close it can get to the tub without being seen. apparently pretty damn close bcuz you don't notice him until hes perched on the edge of the tub. you're shocked for a moment but don't really care, maybe he's dried out you do keep it kind of cold, you'll turn the ac down a bit when you get out and maybe leave him somewhere to stay warm.

after a couple more movies you decide to get out, not noticing that the slime moved hours ago, and start to drain the tub. you feel something frantically grip your thighs and try to get up but slip a little further in the tub causing it to press again your hole to start away from the drain.

you realize it's probably the slime afraid to go down the drain and reach forward to plug it back up, but having found an escape and being forced even closer it presses into you. you let out a startled moan and try to scramble out, but once you've got your legs out of the water and try to grab the slime, it slips thru your fingers.

and now its found a much warmer place to hide from the cold air, it slithers into you further, you collapse to your knees, and further, your sure itll never come out, and still goes further.

you finish out the summer with your housemate living in you, its normal to you now, it doesnt bother you at all just like living in the house it mostly keeps to itself. your tummy is a little bloated which is fine by you. you always enjoyed having a little fat on you so you arent going to complain about looking a little bigger.

winter comes and the heat is on and you're hiding under a heated blanket and a heating pad for good measure, your so damn cold blooded but all the ways to get comfy in the winter make it better. soft bkankets and warm fires. and one day you notice theres a bit of shifting in you. you dont pay attention to it until it starts moving downward and think about your housemate that moved into you all those months ago. it moves further down until its just barely sticking out of you and hangs out there.

outside you may be warmer now but its enjoying how wet the inside of your body is. but fuck you wish it would move. you feel so full with him just. casually hanging out in you.

i've been hoarding this post for so long and now everyone gets to see it

[fandoms--fluff]

Heloop can you do one of baby Mikaelson, that she is always with nik and Elijah but when Hayley comes to leave with them yn what to be with her

New Favorite

Baby Mikaelson sister reader x Hayley marshall (+ Klaus & Elijah)

Warnings: pregnancy?

A/n: I've been wanting to write something like this for a while and I got so happy when this request came in!

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You peek out from behind your big brother, Elijah's, leg. Across the room, where she's sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, is Hayley. The lady who all of your brothers and sister have been fighting about what should happen.

Apparently something happened with Niky and her, but no one will tell you and you've been too nervous to go up to Hayley and actually say something to her.

The closest you ever gotten to her is right now, holding on for dear life to Elijah's leg. You don't like being around people you aren't familiar with. Which I weird that you're feeling like that with Hayley, Elijah has been noticing, since you technically have met her before in Mystic Falls. But you guys did just move back to New Orleans and it's a bigger change for you considering you like being in Mystic Falls, that's sometimes hard to believe truthfully for him. Then again you don't have some horrendous memories of the place like the others do.

You look at what she's wearing and your eyes land on her hands. On her fingers, there are a couple rings in various shapes and some have a colorful stone on them.

Elijah is talking with Niky. It sounds like he's mad with him. Though that's not really concerning to you considering he and Elijah get into fights all the time, so you're used to it. The same with when Niky and Bekah also get into fights.

As they continue to squabble, you carefully start letting go of your big brother's leg and start to make your way over to Hayley. You move slowly, not wanting to accidently trip like you do sometimes when you're nervous or excited.

Hayley looks down and sees you standing a couple feet away the end of the couch supporting your small basically toddler frame. She smiles softly, she took a liking to you during her time in Mystic Falls. Even though she despised, and still kinda does, Klaus, she likes how he acts all soft and protective of you.

She's noticed you're basically always with either Elijah or Klaus. Whether that be them carrying you, holding your hand, you attached to their legs or just being in the same room.

"Hi there" She speaks to you first, her tone soft.

You look up at her with big eyes and take a small step towards her, still holding onto the couch cushions on the way. You lift your other tiny hand up to give her a small wave.

It takes you a moment to climb up on the couch and sit down on your knees, facing her.

She has to admit, You're pretty cute.

You look up at her face and then down at her hands, repeating that a couple more times. Your sight finally lands on her hands. The rings shine under the light.

She realizes it's her rings you're looking at, so she moves her hand and places it in front of you, right above your knees. "You like my rings?" She asks you quietly.

You wrap your tiny hands around her hand and start tracing the ring with a butterfly on it. It takes you a moment to reply, but quietly you finally say something, "Pretty." You mumbled before looking back up at her, your hands still clutched to hers.

"It is, isn't it?" She smiles.

Rebekah walks into the house from being out all day. She rolls her eyes at the two arguing. Instead, she made her way to the both of you.

"Well, I think it's time for a certain someone to get ready for bed," She tells you after reading the clock that's sitting on the mantel.

You frown before complying and climb off the couch. You reach up and grab your big sister's outstretched hand. As you guys start walking toward the stairs, you look back and wave a 'bye' to Hayley.

Over the next few months, you start spending more time with Hayley. You got attached to her quickly. She revealed to you about being pregnant with Klaus' child, earning an excited reaction from you, and getting a smile out of herself as well.

It seems as if you're spending more time with Hayley than your brothers. As Rebekah has teased your guys' brothers about.

Klaus sits with you on your bed, trying to get you to sleep. Which isn't working in his favor. When you want to be, you can be more stubborn than Rebekah, and that's saying something.

"It's past your bedtime" He whispers. He's not exactly trying that hard anyway, but you usually listen to him.

"Bad sleep" You frown up at him. "No, not bad sleep, you need sleep, or else you'll be grumpy in the morning," He says, leaving out the point on how Elijah will have his head if he lets you stay up way too late again.

"So let's lay back down, curl up, and go to sleep," He tells you softly, handing you your stuffed yellow teddy bear.

You slowly follow his wording and snuggle your teddy bear as he tucks you in. Your brother places a kiss on your head before turning the lamp off and slowly leaves the room.

After laying in your bed for ten minutes, unable to fall asleep, you sit back up and shuffle out of your bed.

You quietly walk out into the hallway until you find yourself in what used to be Kol's room and now is Hayley's. You patter in and Hayley looks up from her book to see you standing a couple feet away with your teddy bear clutched in your hand.

"Hey sweetie, aren't you supposed to be in bed" She asked you, already knowing the answer. "uh-uh" You shake your head and walk over to the bed and climb up with Hayley helping you.

"Whatever you say, hun" She chuckles.

You crawl closer to her. She lifts her right arm up, having you cuddle into her side. You move down a bit to rest your head on her pregnancy bump. You giggle from the feeling of magic coming from the baby. You're the only one who seems to be able to feel any of it.

You hug your teddy with one arm while your other hand is tracing shapes on Hayley's bump, tiredly. Not even ten minutes later, you're out like a light.

Klaus searches around the house, trying to find you. He hasn't seen you all morning. While he searches, Elijah stands up from where he's sat. "What's wrong?"

"I can't seem to find our baby sister anywhere" Klaus answers before leaving the room, obvious that you're not in here. Elijah follows after him.

"Have you checked Hayley's room?" Elijah asks him. That makes him pause before going up the stairs to where the bedrooms are.

He opens the door to the pregnant werewolf's room and walks in. What he sees makes him breathe a sigh of relief. Showing in front of them, Hayley and you are sound asleep, you cuddled into her arms with your bear still in your grasp.

"What are you two doing? There are more than enough reasons as to why not to wake up one of them, let alone both of them" Rebekah whisper at them, pulling the two men out of the bedroom and closing the door.

"But I think, you guys have been replaced with a new favorite" Rebekah smirks, nodding to Hayley's door before walking away.

[delicious-in-imagines]

Hiiiii~! Could I get some kiss hcs for kabru, mithrun, and falin?

Of course you can, hun! (Also man, the Kabru love - all three requests I've gotten have him in there!)

Kabru of Utaya

Kabru definitely seems like the type to take good care of himself, so he's definitely got soft lips, if only a little rough on the very edge of the inside from lightly chewing them.

We all know that Kabru has his eyes on everyone constantly, reading their behavior, their reactions - and that absolutely extends to you. Especially when the pair of you are locking lips.

Oh sure, it's going to start out all sweet and chaste, just a peck here and there. But, as he does so, he's always going to be taking in the way that you react to each kiss, finding each one of your weak spots before you may even realize you have them.

He's definitely a tease. He loves long, indulgent kisses, starting with a brush of his lips against your hands tucked into his own, grazing along your knuckles. He'll slowly make his way up your arm, along your shoulder, into the crook of your neck. His pace is absolutely glacial as he continues up along your jaw, and finally, once you're desperate for his lips on yours - he goes in for the kill.

Those kinds of kisses are obviously reserved for private moments between the two of you, though he isn't against a quick smooch in front of the others.

Usually these happen before setting off for the day in the form of a 'good luck' kiss, quick and chaste as can be. Holm will tease him wondering where his good luck kiss is, meanwhile Mickbell is gagging in the background like a small kid watching their parents smooch.

Spoilers for Mithrun and Falin below!

Mithrun of the House of Kerensil

Mithrun's kisses are going to depend entirely on what point in the manga that you're getting them from him.

Pre-ending, you're going to have to be the one to initiate every kiss. He feels the effects of the kiss on him, the heat pooling in his gut, the way his heart may skip a beat - but that lacking desire really makes him struggle to reciprocate. He doesn't feel the want to kiss or embrace you, even if his body reacts to the sensations.

It's something that you wil continue to struggle with through to the end, just like making sure that he eats and sleeps to his body's satisfaction. The longing in his heart that doesn't make sense in his head - only replaced by the gentle thumping in the wake of your kisses.

Post-ending is a different story entirely. His pursuit of creating new desires means that he plays a much more active part in the relationship, especially when it comes to his kisses. They're gentle, soft things, and yet carry the insistence of a man chasing after finally wanting something in over forty years.

He'll press and press and press intent on taking everything that you're willing to give in the kiss. He'll leave you gasping for breath, face flushed and heart thumping a staccato against your sternum, meanwhile he looks only the tiniest bit ruffled. Completely unfair.

His lips are almost always lightly chapped, and if you stop him before he kisses you to tell him to put some balm on, he'll come back almost immediately, which means you get to share!

He hardly cares wherever he is, or whoever he's around. When he feels that inkling that too much time has passed since he's locked lips with you, he's going to get that kiss. The Canaries will groan, whoop, and tease constantly, considering that they are usually in the front row for these lip locks. For all their reactions, each and every one of them are glad to see Mithrun beginning to return to some sort of normalcy.

Falin Touden

Before her transformation she's more of a shy kisser. You can always tell when the two of you have been doing it, because she's all disheveled and flushed in the face.

Some of her favorite kisses are when you pepper her face in gentle kisses, though she once again gets so flustered. She'll try to reciprocate, but it usually ends in the two of you bumping noses, or clicking teeth, and peals of laughter shared between the two of you.

You can always tell whenever she wants a kiss from you, because she'll sort of hover around you, wringing her hands. If you ask her if she wants a kiss, she'll give an embarrassed squeak before nodding, and leaning in to meet you half way.

After her transformation and second revival, she's a little more of a go-getter. Gone are the days of waifishly swooning while she waits for a kiss, she'll grab ahold of you by the face, smiling so wide before she plants one right on your lips. You can feel her happiness plain on her lips, and your kisses are peppered with giggles and cooing.

She'll also continue to chase the kiss, and it almost feels like she's trying to consume you from the inside of your mouth. She won't stop until you're the one pulling away, the slightly pinprick to her pupils, blush painted along her cheeks as she rests her forehead against you, waiting for you to catch your breath before going back for round 2... or 3.

[maybe-its-5sos]

Beautiful (Cathleen Bate Smut)

Requested: No

Summary: Cathleen can't stop herself after you go to an event looking like that.

Word Count: 1144

Warning(s): Sex, Female reader

She couldn't take her eyes off you, your dress hugging your curves perfectly as you laugh with your friends. Star had invited you to an event with her, she loves showing you off and this was a perfect opportunity. You both dressed to the nines looking as gorgeous as ever.

What she didn't take into account was that some of your friends were also going to be there, pulling you away from her. You weren't far away from Cassie by any means, her hand resting on your hip, but your attention was else where, drink sloshing in your glass as you laugh.

"Hey baby, I think it's time to go," she whispers leaning closer to your ear, you smile and nod as you say goodbye to your friends and finish up the drink in your hand.

"We're leaving early," you chuckle, squeezing Cathleen's hand that is now in yours. "I can't wait any longer, you're too beautiful to resist," she lets you know, winking, a bright blush dusting your cheeks. Cassie starts briskly walking towards the waiting car outside, pulling you with her as you yelp, trying to catch up. "Wait up, I can't walk that fast in these heels," Her walk slows but not by a lot, the door to the car open as you both slide in quickly.

As the driver takes off, Cassie's hand rests on your thigh, rubbing small gentle stripes up and down with her thumb, giving you goosebumps, a wicked look in her eyes. The drive isn't very long, but her strong fingers have made their way higher and higher up your thigh, causing you to clench your thighs together, a wetness spreading in your probably already ruined underwear.

Before you can indulge in your arousal, the car comes to a halt, looking out the window you see the front of your shared home. "Well that was fast." you muse to yourself scootching closer to the door as you had been leaning into your better halves side without even realizing it.

The door opens, Cathleen's hand out reached. She helps you out of the car and without a second to process, she picks you up in a bridal carry, quickly making her way to the house.

The door slams behind her as she disregards her own shoes, quickly taking you to the bedroom. With your heels still on you're a lot closer to being of a similar height.

Her lips crash into yours like a tidal wave, your hands pulling her into you by her hips. She doesn't put up any resistance. Soon the back of your legs touch the bed and you both come up for air. "What's gotten into you?" you ask breathily, not complaining about the intimate situation. "When I saw you in this," she says running her hands up and down your sides "I honestly thought that we should skip the event all together." She informs you kissing your lips once more, her hand gently making it up your inner thigh, the dress lifting with it. The sensation sending a shiver down your spine. "But then seeing you smile at your friends like that....Damn am I lucky to have you, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on." She confesses effortlessly, kissing down the side of your neck, nibbling every now and then. A breathy moan escapes your throat, as you slide one of your hands down her arm, the other gently placed on the back of her neck.

" I think the title for most beautiful is all yours baby," You moan as she makes her way to your collar bones.

Cassie gently pushes you to sit down on the bed, gently caressing your breasts, leaving small love bites before pulling one out of the confinement of your dress all together. Her tongue flicks your nipple causing you to let out a needy moan.

"Don't keep me waiting baby," You beg as she slowly plays with your nipple. "All in due time gorgeous," She says with a smile, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin. Your back arches into her, a moan so desperate leaving your lips.

Her wandering hand finally makes its way all the way to your soaked underwear as she gives your clothed pussy a small rub. " So wet already and we just started." She chuckles, her lips making their way back up to yours, the kiss fervent.

Her hand leaves your clothed cunt, causing you to whimper from the loss of contact. "Open up." Cassie commands, gently pushing on your thighs. You slide your legs open wider, as her finger hooks around your panties. She pulls them off in one swipe.

She kisses up your ankles, gently nibbling on your sensitive inner thighs as she makes her way to your weeping cunt. She licks a strip up from your hole to your clit a gorgeous moan coming from her. "I'll never get used to how good you taste." She tells you, going to town on your sensitive nub. Your head falls back as she pulls your heeled leg over her shoulder, giving her better access and lapping up all your juices, her skilled tongue working magic on your pussy. As Cathleen works her magic, the pleasure that has been building finally crashes over you with a breathy yet loud moan of your lovers name as your pussy pulsates. Cassie never stops, riding the high while liking up everything you give her. "Even you moaning my name is beautiful," She smiles as she looks up at you thru her lashes.

As your high subsides she moves her face away momentarily. "Hope you didn't think we were done yet, pretty." she says, slowly inserting a finger into you in one smooth movement, before pulling it back out. She sucks off your juices while looking at you, eliciting a moan.

She slowly inserts her finger again, this time her tongue making its way back to your sensitive bundle of nerves. She slowly pumps her finger, loving how your body reacts to her. She pulls your other leg over her shoulder, her movements getting faster.

Soon she ads another digit, curling them, making you feel oh so full. The ocean of pleasure receding again before coming down in a violent tsunami. "Y/n, I love you so much." she Mumbles between licks as she helps you ride thru the wave. she slowly pulls away and puts your legs on the ground gently.

"I don't think I can wear this dress again," you state in a matter of fact manor, causing Cassie to laugh. You grab her by the chin, pulling her up to you, giving her a kiss. It's much sweeter this time around, you can still taste your arousal on her lips.

You shift so she's laying on her back, lips never disconnecting.

"Your turn," you tell her with a wink.

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[annawritesblog]

Eyes off you (c.l.)

Summary: Y/n and Charles have been together for 2 years and Charles has a special surprise for her.

A/N: I wrote this a long time ago so if there’s any mistakes in it, feel free to tell me:) Also, English is not my first nor my second language so excuse my spelling and/or grammar errors. I recommend listening to the attached song as it plays in the background later in the story. Enjoy🤍

Charles' P.O.V.

Are you still at home? Came the message from Arthur.

Yes, we're leaving in 15 minutes, come in about 30. I wrote back.

I put my phone in the right pocket of my suit pants, the left being full with the red velvet box. I took a final look in the mirror and after a few quick breaths, Y/n appeared from the bathroom.

"I'm ready." She says and puts a lipgloss in her purse. Her purple dress showing her curves just right, like a princess.

"My God. You look absolutely stunning, chérie." I say and wrap my arms around her waist leaving little kisses in the crook of her neck.

"You don't look bad yourself." Smiles the girl I've been in love with for almost 2 years. "Stop." She warms as I still kiss her neck slowly moving down to her collarbone.

"Can't we just stay home?" I ask, but I realize that that would be the worst idea ever, considering that in less than 30 minutes my brothers will be here. "I mean, no. We should really go, hurry even."

She turns around and furrows her brows. "Everything okay?"

"Everything's wonderful, love." I grab her small hand and guide her out of the penthouse. After locking the door, we take the elevator to the underground parking house. Opening the door for her, she sits in the black Ferrari.

The ride is less than 15 minutes, but it feels so much more than that. She talks about how happy she is that we're going to this birthday party, but I can barely process anything she's saying. "Oh, I left my phone at home."

"Are you serious?" I ask and she nods worriedly. "I can't turn around."

"Why?"

"We're already late, Carlos will kill me if we make it there after Isa." I try to lie, hoping she doesn’t suspect anything.

"Okay, you're gonna have to take pictures then." She lets go easily.

A few minutes later we arrive at the beautiful venue in Monte Carlo. We walk inside, hand in hand and see that almost everybody is there.

"You were right. We really are late." She says and we giggle a little, just the two of us, our little private space.

"Sorry, mate. We're here." I half-hug Carlos, who just shrugs it off saying it's fine.

"Okay, okay. She's coming." Carlos tells us and when his missis arrives we all scream happy birthday to her.

Y/n and I spend a little time talking to Isa, but I excuse myself to another table where some strangers sit. I open the last texts from Arthur, saying that they have arrived about 10 minutes ago. I quickly text some informations, although I explained everything to them yesterday, but I want everything to be perfect, she deserves nothing less.

"Boo." Y/n says behind me, which does scare me. How long has she been staying there? Hopefully not long at all. "What are you doing?"

"Answering some texts from the team." I say and she gives me a dissapointed look. "I know and I am sorry, chérie. That was the first and last, I promise." I put my phone in my pocket and I kiss her hand sweetly. We walk to Carlos' table where he gives me a reassuring look.

"Y/n, come, you have to look at this." Isa grabs her arm and drags her away.

"How are you feeling, man?" The spaniard infront of me asks.

"Nervous."

"You don't have to be, she'll say yes." Carlos comes closer to me.

"What if she won't? Maybe she's not ready yet. We have been together for almost 2 years, that's soon, isn't it?" I go in full panick mode.

"What? It's not too soon, if you're ready, than nothing's too soon." He pats my shoulder. "They're coming." I look behind me and I see Y/n and Isa walking towards our table.

"Look what we found. Chocolate covered fruits, this is the best day of my life." Isa says with a full mouth and my missis just laughs next to her. I wrap my arm around her waist, securing her close to me.

About 2 hour later, after I got a text from my brothers saying they're done with everything, we decided to go home.

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom." I whisper in Y/n's ear, letting her go from my embrace.

"Okay, I'll be here." I give her a peck on her cheek and walk towards the restrooms.

Kicking the door open with my feet, I rest my hands on the sink trying to catch my breath. I promised my brothers that I would call them before we start heading home. After 2 rings Lorenzo picks it up. "Hey, what's up?"

"We're just leaving. Everything ready?"

"Yes, everything's disgustingly perfect." My little brother yells and drops something.

"What was that?" I ask immediately.

"My phone, fuck."

Lorenzo sighs and says something to him that I don’t hear. "Are you okay?"

"Not really, shitting my pants right now." I sigh.

"You don't need to be scared. She's gonna say yes, I'm sure." My big brother says.

"One hundred percent. Who wouldn't wanna marry you?" Arthur laughs in the phone.

"Thank you?"

"I was trying to lighten the mood." Arthur says and I let out a little laugh.

"Listen. Do you remember the Australian GP? How nervous you were? For days, you couldn't think straight you were that scared and you ended up winning it. Think about this as a race. You're nervous before it, but the outcome will be perfect." Lorenzo says and I can sense that they're both smiling.

"Thanks, both of you. I owe you both."

"You don't owe us anything, this is what siblings are for." Arthur says and we hang up. I go back to the main room and after a few short goodbyes, we get in the car.

"It was so much fun!" Y/n exclaims and I put my hand on her thigh.

"Yes, it was." I agree.

Se turns her head my way as I start my car. "Where's your mind?" She tries to be cool about it, but I know she's worried.

"In Australia." I answer with a smile.

"Oh, really? What kind of mistresses do you have there?" She smirks and I slow down a bit. We can't be home, before they've left. For once I'll keep the speed limit in mind.

"One, only. I spent like a week there with her. She was wow, like she had a blue lingerie set that she wore after I won. That was something, kept me up all night." I smirk smuggly and my hand travels further up her thigh. She lets out a shaky breath and looks at me.

"Do you remember that?"

"I think I'll remember that forever." We stop at a red light. "Where's that set, anyway?"

"You might see it around this weekend." She looks out the window, clearly blushing.

"Then, I'll have to give my best in this race." My hand travels even more north on her, already feeling her warmth. Althought, this is not going anywhere for a little while.

"You better, mister."

"You already know I will."

"Mrs? I'm not married." She says followed by a few giggles. I messed this up.

We spend the rest of the car ride listening to music and talking about the party. By the time I park the car, I'm sure that my brothers are already home.

I take my keys out and try to put it in the keyhole, but it falls to the floor. I pick it up and place it in again, only for it to slip out of my hand again. "Merde." I curse as I pick it up from the floor.

"Okay, babe. What's wrong?" Y/n asks as I can finally open the goddamn door.

"Nothing is wrong, love. I drank too much coffee." By this time I'm sure she doesn't believe a word I'm saying, but I can't just tell her that I'm nervous she'll say no to marrying me. She'll found out soon anyway, I won't blow it at the last meters.

"We really have to stop drinking so much coffee it's not-" Her words are lost. She looks outside our balcony and slowly back to me. "What is this?" She starts walking towards the table full of her favourites.

I wrap my arms around her waist, while she wraps her hands around my neck. "You deserve it. You've been next to me, when I was at my worst, especially nowadays. Thank you, chérie."

I kiss her passionately and she fumbles with my hair.

"You didn't have to do this, Charles. I will always be there for you." She sits on one of the chairs and looks at the beautiful view of the city. I sit in front of her and start the light music from my phone.

"Oh my God. Macarons." She exclaims and pops one of them in her mouth.

"It's from the bakery you like so much." I say and just watch her face light up. I don't know if it's because of the lights or because I'm obsessed with her, but she's glowing. Just as beautiful as she was when I met her on the streets of Monte Carlo two summers ago. Walking up and down confusedly in her white sundress.

"What is it?" She asks looking deeply into my eyes

"I'm just so in love with you." I take her hand and rest it on top of the table. "That simple."

"You're gonna make me cry."

"Don't cry, baby." I lock our fingers together. "Let's dance instead." I guide her to the end of the balcony where there's space for us to dance. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her as close as I can and rest my forehead on hers. Eyes off you starts playing just in time. Just like I planned it would.

It's our song. It played in the restaurant I took her to on our first date, only knowing each other for 3 days, a few days later when we first kissed and I played it when I asked her to move in with me in Monaco. And now when I propose to her.

"Do you think about the future?" I ask her slowly swaying her to the music.

"I'm only thinking about the future." She giggle then adds: "But yes. Although it's pretty foggy, you are crystal clear." She says sweetly which makes my heart melt. How did I deserve her?

"Same here. You're light as the bright sunshine for me, angel. Always be with you." I lean in closer and whisper in her ear. "This song is gonna play at our wedding."

I can tell she doesn't know where to put this information, but she nods slowly. I step back from her and I can tell that she has realised what's happening. With shaky hands I take the velvet box out of my pocket and get on one knee. She covers her mouth with both of her hands and tears have already filled her eyes. "Chérie. You don't even know what you do to me. For almost two years now, you're the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last when I fall asleep. I have never even dreamed that I would end up next to someone as perfect as you are." She now covers her whole face with her palms and silent sobs leave her mouth. "Look at me, angel." She looks at me and I can already feel my eyes watering. "No matter what happens, you will always have me, I promise you. I promise to give you everything your heart desires, everything you need. So, my love, will you make me the happiest man ever and marry me?" I open the small box revealing the rare diamond ring.

"Yes, yes. A thousand times yes, Charles." She says and I hug her closely. We only part for the few seconds it takes to put the ring on her finger. Without hesitation, she kisses me and I caress her cheeks with my hands. A few minutes later we pull away and I wipe away tears from her cheeks.

"Don't cry." I say.

"You're crying too. It's allowed." She laughs which makes me too.

"Look at you, already acting like a wife." I pull her close yet again and breath in her scent. My fiancee's scent.

[windvexer]

i haven't done much spirit work besides leaving offerings and asking for help. so i was wondering what can i do to get from here to the point where i can see and commune with spirit the way more accomplish witches talk about?

thanks in advance should you answer this.

Hi!

This is a big answer, because it mostly depends on where you're going.

Psychism isn't the same thing as spirit work. I've written on both topics (these links are to my masterposts) and I think there might be some stuff there that can help you regarding communication.

But the downfall of all of these online guides (mine, or anyone's) is that most of them are about how to develop a specific skill and I'm not too familiar with any on the topic of how to find and develop your natural strengths.

Oh, and also the important cousin to all these topics, a lot of witches exaggerate, change, or misleadingly talk about exactly how they "see and commune" with the spirit world. (Or, as @friend-crow would likely point out... some people really do just get on the internet and lie.)

If the point of your post is that you received spiritual input that helped you correctly manifest a spell, you might say "my fairy husband told me to use thyme, and it worked!", which conveys the point.

However, this can conceal the reality of what really occurred, which could be something more like, "over the past few days I kept feeling like he wanted offerings of French food, and then I kept hearing commercials and songs about time, and then I got a strong urge to listen to Simon and Garfunkel, and then I realized he meant thyme the herb, and when I cast the spell it felt really good and manifestation was strong, and I attribute these choices and successes to my fairy husband."

So I think it's wise to pick apart some of the assertions from "more accomplished witches," especially when they are talking about what was communicated and not how it was accomplished; and especially putting an asterisk next to any experiences which are likely being shared because they are exceptional and exciting.

But even if communication is very clear and strong, there is often a price to be paid (either up front or on credit), like:

You spend more than an hour a day practicing (I mean... a lot of practice; often being immersed in the spirit world)

You have been cursed with Second Sight and can't shut the spirits out

You regularly perform powerful rituals of communication

You've built your life to welcome and house the spirits long-term, and over the years have developed very strong abilities of communication

You have become bound to spirits or gods in some form or another, making you an Oracle, and all the consequences that come with that

Beyond becoming bound to/initiated under spirits for whom you operate as an oracle, also building relationships with gods of communication and witchcraft, or especially any entities that let you See and Hear Things.

You've developed, built, and practiced with tools and rituals that facilitate clear communication

There are a lot of paths you can take, is my point, and you're probably best off exploring any of them you feel most comfortable with. Oathing up isn't for everyone, for example. I vouch for an eclectic approach. Give lots of different things a try, and lamps will light themselves along the path of experience until the fog slowly fades from the map.

If you'd like a list of specifics, here you go. Don't say I didn't warn you. (The warning is, if you See and Hear Things, you are also Seeing and Hearing Things. You know?)

Work with Lunar powers, perhaps including relevant Moon deities, who are associated with divination, clear-sight, and spirits.

Hekate, I bet, probably works well to unlocking the roads to spirit work. I don't know her myself but it seems like a vibe.

Enchant a holey stone to assist you with spirit communication.

Perform regular rituals, perhaps on the full moon or cross-quarter days, to open channels of communication and strengthen your abilities.

Blend and enchant incenses and oils to facilitate spirit communication; use as needed.

Fuck around with doors and keys.

But before all of this, definitely get a guardian spirit of some sort, or at the very least like a guy who you can trust.

[vibingpyro]

A Right Fool Indeed

Hobie tries his damnedest to keep you content and loved, always ensuring that you have little trinkets from him and that you know that you're loved with written reminders placed around the flat, however he can't always keep his promises of attending date nights time and time again due to something going haywire in the spider society, so, naturally on the fourth attempt of date night with Hobie being an no show, you give him the dreaded silent treatment.

Hobie enters through your shared flat door, in well consideration of your "no dimensional warping or teleporting in the house" rule you've set in place after too many incidents of being crashed into or something breaking due to his fashionable arrival and exits. He is also well prepared to suck up for missing yet another date night, having stopped along your favorite park to gather some flowers, gripping them carefully in his right hand.

He rolls his shoulders, calling out to you that he's home as he shuts the door behind him. he slugs off his vest, placing it on the coat rack to the side of the entryway before making his way further inside, searching for you. "Babe? Are you home?" He calls out once more, looking around in mild confusion, you usually would inform him if you left the apartment before he came back from an mission.

He keeps looking around, his face growing more and more confused each time as he turns up empty handed. That is, until he reaches the bedroom, opening the door with a soft creek of the old wood, Hobie's eyes finally land upon you, laying on your belly as you read a book. He brightens, walking further to kneel in front of you on the bed.

"Hello my little trouble n strife, I was looking for you." He smiles, his handful of flowers coming up to offer them to you, right beside your book as he peers down at it. "Now, I know, I've missed another date night and I truly am sorry, honest." He rambles meaningfully, "I nicked you some flowers from McAllen Park, the one where the little daises and daffodils are, plucked some just as an peace offering-" He looks up, and pauses, you...you haven't even looked up at him, matter of fact, you haven't spoke his ear off as he expected when he came within your view.

Hobie gives a small nervous chuckle, bringing his hand to wave out in front of your face, trying to figure out if you're truly that invested in your book. You merely blink, your eyes moving to side to side as you read each word with almost chilling nonchalance. Hobie only stares at you, his confusion growing each second longer than you read, not greeting him or anything.

Slowly, realization sinks in as you continue to ignore him. 'fuuuuck me' he thinks in his head, he leans closer, and lets his head fall upon the covers of the mattress in front of your book, as well as the flowers and groans. "Sweetheaaaart, are you that angry with me?" His muffled voice murmurs through the fabric of the mattress. You, as stubborn as ever, remain silent and keep your focus on your book.

Hobie looks up from having buried his head in the mattress to gauge if you're looking at him, or, at the very least not reading anymore, he only pouts slightly as he realizes his sweet partner wouldn't be his sweet partner without being as equally if not more stubborn than him.

Hobie places his hands in a begging motion on top of the bed, looking up at you with the most pitiful expression he can manage. "I know, darlin' I have no right to expect your forgiveness, it isn't fair to you that I can't attend the dates we plan and it breaks my heart that I can't be on time, or there at all. I'm a right fool-" that seems to catch your attention, as you close your book with a small thump, finally looking up at him and nod, with a matter of fact look on your face.

Hobie pauses, before repeating the phrase that got your attention, "I'm a right fool?" He questions, and at that you merely nod and smile satisfied with his conclusion, sitting up on the bed and walking out of the room, taking your book with you but you don't acknowledge Hobie other than that. Hobie stands, turning around to watch you leave with a befuddled look on his handsome features.

"Well, I'll be damned." He breathes, realizing the pure amount of effort and time he will have to put into getting you to speak with him again, he smiles and shakes his head. "That's my love, stubborn as a damn mule." He murmurs before walking out behind you, already thinking of ideas to break your silence.

[lynnaredfield3383]

Scared - Part 2

(Not my characters. Swearing.)

Bakugo had no idea how long he'd been sitting on the kitchen floor since rushing home and finding the letter you left behind. There were no more tears falling.

Numb. That was all he felt as he stood up to inspect the house, the first thing he'd noticed upon entering was the sterile smell. Mixed with the scent of sterility was the barely noticeable lemon from the cleaning products you'd used.

As he walked down the hall to the bedroom you two shared, he didn't even acknowledge the new rush of tears. The plushies he always bitched about taking up half the bed were gone. The stupid Hello Kitty comforter you insisted on having every night, gone.

Bakugo moved to the dresser, a burning sensation in his gut that slowly moved up to his chest as he opened the first drawer. A sorrowful wail escaped his lips before turning into an angry growl as the reality of his current situation settled in. Seconds later pieces of wood mixed with fabric flew through the air. Explosion after explosion until he fell to his knees exhausted.

Kiri unlocked the front door, concerned that Bakugo hadn't been answering calls or texts.

"Oh, shit," Denki whispered, noticing the destroyed furniture.

"Yo, Bakubro, you here man? Denki and I stopped by to check on you."

"Fuckin' fine. Get lost," Bakugo grumbled from the kitchen.

Kiri nodded for Denki to find you, imagining the worst, though no one had ever seen you and Bakugo fight.

"Sero covered for you the other night, but no one's heard from you since. What's up, man?"

"She's not fuckin' here, dunce face," Bakugo snapped at the blond.

Kiri and Denki exchanged glances before Denki quietly headed outside. Kiri moved into the kitchen, the darkness of the entire apartment creepy.

"What happened man?" Kiri's voice lowered.

Bakugo didn't look back at him, but kept staring at the cup of coffee in his hand, now cold.

"She left. I don't even know when because I've been avoiding her," Bakugo's voice was barely audible and raspier than normal.

Kiri rubbed the back of his neck, remembering Bakugo had told him he was bored a month ago.

"You spoke to her?"

"No. She left a letter," Bakugo nodded towards the counter.

Kiri walked over and picked up the letter, sighing when he finished.

"Man, I told you to talk to her. Y/N would've listened..." "Shut up!" Bakugo snapped.

"You want her back or what?"

Bakugo finally looked over at his best friend, bags under his eyes, red rimmed from crying and lack of sleep. Kiri hadn't seen his friend this exhausted in years. Not since after the war when the nightmares kept them all up.

"What the hell do you think?"

"Then moping isn't gonna help," Kiri smirked.

"Not fuckin' moping. I'm planning," Bakugo grumbled.

"Hmm, sure. You want any help?" Kiri asked.

Bakugo glared at his Kiri, wanting to hit something. Even his best friend thought he was too inept, too insecure and useless to get you back.

"No."

Denki rushed back in, stopping on a dime when he picked up on the tension. Kiri looked back at Denki and nodded.

"I talked to Toshi. Y/N's been taking night shifts with him for the last few weeks. Also, Toshi kind of followed her the other night to make sure she got home safe and turns out, her new place is right around the corner from the agency."

Kiri looked back over at Bakugo a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"So, you want our help or not?"

Bakugo grimaced at the thought, but realized how screwed he was if they were offering to help.

Two Months Later

You had only arrived home from an overseas mission when a knock on your door distracted you from changing. Checking your phone in case one of your friends had decided to stop by, there was nothing. Before you opened the door, you wondered who knew you were coming home today.

"Hey," Bakugo's raspy voice stopped your thoughts.

Your eyes landed on the relaxed way he leaned against the doorframe, hands shoved in his pockets. He wore a black compression shirt, with black jeans, his hair buried under a black cap.

"Not gonna play fair?" you asked, knowing he'd worn your favorite outfit on purpose.

"Should I?" Bakugo smirked, pleased with the way your eyes traveled his body.

Sighing, you motioned for him to enter your apartment shutting the door behind him. You led him to the kitchen and started a kettle for tea, your exhaustion laying heavy on your shoulders.

"Say whatever it is you want to say," you turned, leaning back against the counter.

Bakugo walked towards you, caging you in setting his hands against the counter. You were immediately wrapped up in his scent, the comfort mixed with the warmth of his body.

"You done running?"

Your eyes locked with Bakugo's and you felt any resolve fall away. It had never occurred to you just how well Bakugo knew you. That any fears, regrets or even plans to escape were never hidden from him.

"What're you talking about?" you tried to brush him off.

Bakugo chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours, not even when he leaned close enough for your noses to touch.

"You think I didn't notice you pull away? That letter was a whole pile of bullshit," Bakugo's voice was low, dangerous.

"Call it whatever you want, but you can't deny you were bored and avoiding coming back home because you couldn't face me. You didn't have the balls to say it."

You pushed him away, turning your back to him, annoyed that he was trying to deny his part. Would you have run from the relationship if he hadn't started staying in the agency office?

"You're right, babe. We both fucked up, so instead of pretending one of us is innocent, let's figure this shit out," Bakugo whispered, his lips grazing your earlobe.

"Figure what out?" you gripped the counter, your knuckles turning white.

Bakugo's hands slid down your arms, covering your hands. You fought the tears because the more familiar he got with you the less you wanted to fight. The way your back fit perfectly against his chest had you cursing yourself internally.

"I gave you two months of freedom. You aren't getting a third. There is no way in hell, I will sleep in an empty bed again," Bakugo's lips placed a gentle kiss on your neck.

"Bakugo...If we're both scared, we'll end up back here."

Bakugo's hands squeezed yours when you didn't use his pet name. Then he turned you to face him, his finger tipping your chin up while he searched your eyes. Once he found what he was looking for, he leaned in closer, your lips nearly touching.

"Then don't fucking lie to yourself again. I never flirted with that woman and we both know it. Yeah, I told myself I was bored with you, but I was fucking scared. Two months without you kicked the fucking fear right outta me. Not goin' to lose you again."

"How are you not mad at me?"

"I already said we both fucked up. I'm never spending more than a night away from you in the future. So, stop acting like you don't want to be with me. I'm not buying it."

You looked at the floor shaking your head, fully aware of how much you loved this man standing in front of you.

"You are so lucky I love you," you mumbled, leaning into his chest.

Bakugo's arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

"I know."

[arcane-side-character-appreciate]

Headcanons | Lest x Reader (SFW)

AN: SFW post, Don't like don't interact 🫶 not proof read

Kitten Biscuits!

Lest makes little kitten biscuits (kneading) whenever shes comfortable. How lovely 💕

Sometimes you'll be laying together all snuggled up and you'll feel her gently push and pull the fabric of your shirt. She also does this before laying down sometimes.

The obvious: Purring

I know these seem obvious, but she doesn't just purr around anyone. That's bad rep. And she didn't purr around you at first either

The first time she purred around you was after a looong day, she was barely even awake, doing little biscuits in the bed as you got ready to sleep. You didn't want to point it out because you were sure she'd stop, but even as you both laid down she continued, aaaall the way until she was out cold.

After that you both didn't say anything, it just slowly became a norm that was quietly appreciated by you.

Lest is toootslly polyamorous

Yeah we all know Lest is trans but I also think shes Poly! You two talked about it a year or so into the relationship, when she realized you were serious about this.

Nothing has ever come of it yet but it brings you joy when she comes home talking about some cutie she saw

Maybe you two can gossip about the hottest people in the room together ✨

Gossip girl!!

Now she didn't tell you this but... She's totally a gossip girl. You know everything and anything about all her clients, but you never heard it from her.

It's gotten to the point now that it's a daily part of your routine. A nice cup of tea, a pile of blankets and pillows, and the hottest gossip on who's pilty husband is cheating.

Nesting!

She nests HARD CORE. We're talking at LEAST four!! Blankets on every plush surface. At least 10 pillows piled on every lounge area!!

And she has has HAS to have them all be a specific texture or its straight to the trash. If she can't bury herself in blankets and pillows she isn't happy.

Worst of all is when they have to be washed and they no longer have their comforting smell of you and her together. Speaking of...

Lest and her sensitive senses

Lest has a strong nose and for you that meant changing body soap, shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, detergent, and any smell goods like perfume and cologne at least five times before it was all nice enough for her

You really didn't mind, even if she felt bad and said you didn't have to. What was the point of keeping a scent around the house that made her nose scrunch up when you walked by. That's no good at all!

Besides they aren't bad smells, vanilla, peaches, an ocean breeze, smells that you think of and know they're not overwhelming, know they aren't super artificial like blazing dragon sword... Whatever that means.

Can you tell I've thought a lot about this

Couple Past times

You both work a lot, but on the rare occasion you both have time off and don't feel like crashing for ten days you have a few specific activities you enjoy together.

Walking! You both love going for walks, either through the under city or piltover, doesn't matter as long as you're both stretching your legs and having a good time. You'll even walk by the ocean if the waves are calm enough.

Dancing❤️ it's free and you have music right at home so clear the floor and grab yourself a pretty little lady because you two are spinning and laughing all night! And when you inevitably get tired you two can slow dance in the little light coming through the window.

She may not admit it but slow dancing is her favorite.

Lest looves massages

More specifically she loves the ones you give her. Here she is working all day to make her clients feel better and she comes home to what? An aching back! She's pretty sure that's homophobic

But not to fear because you are to the rescue! Either you're genuinely better at massaging then she is or you kind of know what to do either way she eats it up

Just knowing you care for her enough to try and soothe her aching muscles is enough to relax her, and of course she'll return the favor. Just... Maybe after a quick massage and cat nap with you.

Can't believe i haven't touched on her tail

She doesn't like it being touched idk what to say i don't make the rules. Rubbing her back? Perfectly fine, encouraged even, but the second your hand accidentally slips too far down shes already making that growling cats do

That doesn't mean she can't make you touch it. Yeah you can't grab or pet it but sometimes when she walks by it'll brush against your shins. When you're cuddling it'll curl around her and by proxy you.

Just like the purring you never mention it because you know the moment you do it'll stop, and that's fine! You don't have to mention it, you simply acknowledge it with the little skip your heart does and continue on loving her wholey

Fancy ladies need fancy clothes!

You two play dress up whenever you go out. It takes you both a collective of four hours to get dolled up together and you both go the whole nine yards!

You match colors, accessories, jackets and shoes- you match the Color Of Your Jewelry That's how hard you two go. Lest LOVES it, she already knows shes stunning enough to pull off anything but with you by her side looking the way you do she knows you both are the best dressed couple in the entirety of both the Under City AND piltover!

Jayce and Mel have nothing on you two! Oor was is Jayce and Viktor? Viktor and Mel?? You're sure you'll hear about them all the next gossip session when Lest is done visiting her dear friend Mel Medarda ;3c

[two-birds-alone-together]

Hello hello! How is Bookshop 4 coming along? Any tidbits or plot bunnies you can share? 👀

You wanted a novel-length response, right? 🙃

The title is from "A Little Voice" by Sara Bareilles (absolutely SHOCKING, I know). I have no idea why I felt the need to word vomit about the title, but you can find some insight into it below the cut.

Let's see, tidbits or plot bunnies...

I wrote the last scene in February 2024 and the epilogue in July 2024.

I've been focusing on a few other stories lately, but Bookshop is always in the back of my mind. I've been toying with changing up the format a bit... we'll see if that happens or not

Here's a lil snippie... as you may be able to tell, this is unedited 🤣

The ringing phone jerks him awake, neck protesting against the way he’d fallen asleep with his chin on his chest.  He nearly tosses it across the room in the scramble to catch it. “Yeah, hey.” “Did I wake you, old man?”  Wherever Ellie is, there’s a lot of background noise.  She’s supposed to be at [person]’s house, and last he checked that’s exactly where she was. “‘Course you did, it’s…” Joel pulls the phone away from his face, frowning at the time.  “Girl, you better be callin’ from outside the door because you forgot your keys.” Static crackles over the line, like she’s covering the microphone, before Ellie says, “Look, I need you to be cool about something.” “Ellie—” “Like, really cool.  Like, cooler than you’ve ever been in your life.” “Jesus Christ,” Joel grumbles under his breath, already getting to his feet.  “Don’t tell me you got arrested.” “I didn’t get arrested,” Ellie responds dutifully.  “So, are you gonna be cool or do I need to call Tess?” He throws his head back, inhaling slowly through his nose as he shakes his head. “I’ll be cool until morning. Where are you?” “Uh…”  More muffled conversation, then, “The corner of [street] and [street] in [place].  I need you to come get us, and Jesse and Dina need to stay over.” This kid’s going to be the death of him.  “[Place]?  The hell you doin’ out there?  You’re supposed—” “You said you’d be cool,” Ellie interrupts.  “And you’re always on me about calling even if I do dumb shit and think you’re going to be mad, so you should be happy I’m fucking listening to you for once. Can you come get us?”

Previously shared snippies:

ellie & joel argue (1)

ellie & joel argue (2)

ellie & tess bonding

ellie hurts herself in gym class

Picture it: New Jersey, 2024.

I driving home from a famiy thing upstate and had my all-Sara-all-the-time playlist on. I've listened to it a ton, know all the songs, etc., but I find that driving generates so. many. ideas. It also gives me the opportunity to really internalize song lyrics, since it's me, the car, and my playlists.

So I'm sitting on the approach to the George Washington Bridge (where it goes from like 6 lanes to 3, because it's not a heavily traveled bridge or anything). Now, I am at a complete stop, have moved maybe 3 car lengths in 20 minutes, and basically sitting like Joel when Ellie isn't tired.

"A Little Voice" comes on. I'm half-daydreaming, half-listening, and I catch the lyric:

No amount of remembering the better things Will make the bad ones go away.

My brain goes: EllieEllieEllieEllie.

I immediately restart the song because I hadn't been paying enough attention to the lyrics.

Well, here's an accurate (if non-chronological) depiction of me in the car as I pay close attention to the song:

The acknowledgement that trauma remains with you, even after you've learned to accept it.

The finding a way to express yourself when words don't cut it.

The risk you take of putting it all out there.

The realization that part of you isn't there anymore.

It all positively screamed Bookshop 4.

Anyway, it took me another 2.5 hours to get home and I listened to that song and only that song the entire time.

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[noroi1000]

Hi, I have a request and I hope you like the idea. Have you heard of the word Karen before? Have you seen any videos about Karen’s? Well if you did I thought that it would be kinda funny if y/n, Gojo and Geto meet one. (Btw this is a Geto x y/n x Gojo) and if you watched Karen’s videos before, you know that a lot of them show Karen in supermarkets. Well anyways the story starts like this. Y/n Gojo and Geto live together btw, and is morning and she wakes up to do her morning routine and start breakfast etc. while doing breakfast she realized that they’re almost out of groceries. They wake up and she told them about it and agreed to go grocery shopping later. After a few hours they went to the supermarket and everything was normal, (also can I ask if you can put a funny scene we’re Gojo is sitting inside the cart and Geto is pushing it while y/n is embarrassing and annoyed at their childish antics) and in one of the food isles there was this lady (the Karen) just minding her own business and the three of them were next to her. Gojo went to another isle to get something so it was just Geto and y/n (btw Geto and Gojo call y/n rarely by her name, they usually just calls her babe, honey, sweetheart, etc.) So Geto and y/n we’re just talking and he would call her that and the lady over heard it and thought they were a couple. Gojo comes back and also called her with nicknames. Then the lady heard this and was confused and she immediately asked who was she dating and she told both of them. The lady at first laughed at the situation thinking it was a joke and said “your so funny young lady. You know a couple is between with one man and one woman.” But y/n said the same thing again and this time the lady was shocked and disgusted. And as any Karen would, the lady started making a big scene. (The conversation through the fight can be however you want but I ask that she said something really offensive to y/n about her dating two men and it made her a bit emotional). The ending can be however you want. Sorry if it’s weird, I thought it would be Interesting to read Gojo and Geto meeting a Karen in the wild. 

Karen in shop

a/n: I had never seen the movies before, nor had I heard of it. But I've been researching about it, and I don't think it's that bad.

Warnings: swear words, typical Karen

You woke up in the morning as usual. Somehow slipping out of the arms of your boyfriends who keep you pinned between them as you sleep.

So getting out of bed was hard for you, but you managed to get your body out from between them.

You didn't want to wake them up because it looked cute that Satoru was looking for you in his sleep and started slowly cuddling up to Suguru. It was so fun and cute. However, you left your bedroom to do everything you do every morning.

Your morning routine isn't all that complex. You don't do so many things to your body every morning. Especially since you have no plans today. So you'll just sit at home and do nothing. You don't want to leave the house. You guys can just sit on the couch together and watch movies. Or do something. Or eat together, then do something, then cook dinner together, take care of yourself and finally take a long bath together.

You will need a day of laziness...

Have you even considered making breakfast to pass the time? Something other than Breakfast cereals with milk or a sandwich.

After putting on your clothes, you went to the kitchen. You were glad your slippers were soft and kept the cold floor out of your feet.

The best fluffy slippers are the ones your boyfriends bought you. They know your taste so well. Perfect color and perfect size.

That's why you love them.

You'd probably have to buy them the same.

Because you see Satoru walking around the house with socks on and Suguru wearing flip-flops without socks. Well, he likes traditional Japanese shoes, so you don't forbid him. However, you would like to see them wearing fluffy slippers around the house.

You turned on the kettle to make black coffee for Suguru and sweet for Satoru. Such a routine. The person who gets up first makes coffee for everyone else.

You reached for three mugs to make you warm drinks.

In the meantime, you decided to come up with something to eat. So that it tastes good to you and also to them.

You can't eat sweets alone. And you won't let Satoru eat those sweet, colorful cereals with milk and coffee with sugar again.

And you also don't want Suguru to eat bread with some condiment, washed down with black coffee.

You need some change to break your constant routine. Eating the same thing gets boring over time.

You opened the fridge to see the shelves were almost empty. Apart from a few jars of various jams that Satoru eats with waffles or pancakes. There wasn't much inside either. You also found some lunch from yesterday, but neither of you will get enough of it. Especially since Satoru is a glutton. The same can be said about Suguru...

You quickly looked in the other cupboards to find at least flour and eggs. To make even pancakes.

There was almost nothing there.

Already completely pissed, you sighed, and went to the bedroom.

Just to wake them up.

As you entered, you noticed that Suguru was lying on his back, phone in hand, while Satoru's head was resting on his shoulder while he was still sleeping, his long limbs stretched out all over. The length of the bed.

Your bed is huge, mainly because it can easily accommodate three people. And they are tall, and their shoulders and chests are quite broad. That's why it was the most convenient for you.

"What's up, baby?" Suguru asked as he watched you walk over to the bed.

And suddenly you climbed onto the high mattress to put one leg over his body, and sat on his lower abdomen.

"We need to go to the store..." I murmured, feeling the sleepiness return as you touched the bed.

"Sure, we'll go after we have breakfast." He told you and put the phone on the nightstand.

"We must go now. Because there's nothing to eat for breakfast." You said running your hands over his stomach, feeling the hard muscles under his shirt.

"There's nothing at home?"

"No... Satoru probably ate everything yesterday..." you said looking at the white-haired boy.

Suddenly, Geto hit him with his elbow, causing him to wake up.

"What...?" He groaned sleepily.

"Did you eat everything in the house?!"

"I don't know... I was hungry..."

"Hey hey, Suguru, don't torment him. We'll just go shopping and he'll pay for it." You said grabbing Suguru's hand.

"Fine... But let me sleep some more..."

You hoped he would be calm and sleepy all the time. However, the moment you took a large shopping cart, he suddenly came to life.

And Suguru wasn't angry with him anymore.

The white-haired man jumped into the cart, and you thought it was about to burst.

He started laughing as Geto pushed him across the parking lot like little children.

They nearly fell over a few times, but that didn't stop them.

You ran after them, telling them to stop. it was funny, however people stared at you...

And when you managed to get your white-haired boyfriend out of the shopping cart, you entered the store.

You were hoping for a quiet shopping experience. Even if you were there with them, and life with them is not always easy.

"Honey~honey~, could I pick up some cereal?"

You looked at Satoru who was looking at you like a child.

"You pay, so sure. Take what you want." You told him, plucking a strand from his white hair.

It probably stuck to him while he was getting dressed.

"Thanks honey~." he pecked your cheek with a smile before walking into another alley.

"What do we need?" the dark-haired man asked you.

But you were more focused on the woman who was standing near you, looking in your direction.

do you look weird? Or maybe he is looking at the products that are in front of you on the shelf?

"Uhm... Maybe bread first? Could you pass me some top shelf sugar?"

He smiled and reached higher, grabbing the wrapper before putting it in the cart he was driving as he followed you.

"Anything else, honey?" he asked.

"Let's go get some bread."

"Yes, princess." He winked one eye at you, making you blush a little at his charm.

Why was he able to change his attitude in such sudden moments?

From a cute boyfriend to being pissed at Satoru to being cute again.

As you approached the woman, she looked at you again. By staring at you.

Now you're sure she was looking straight at you.

While you were choosing fresh baguettes for breakfast, Satoru returned with his arms full of cereal wrappers.

He threw it all into the cart.

"You're crazy, aren't you?" Suguru asked, looking at his friend with a raised eyebrow.

"Our Mochi said I can! You know, she's our girlfriend and she treats us equally! You get your favorite coffee and food, I get my favorite sweets. And she's sweet to me too!" He smiled, and pulled you by the waist.

"We share, and we both have the same. Remember." Suguru said, pulling you away from him, and pulled your back against his chest, bending your neck to kiss your lips.

"Do you always have to make scenes? I love you both equally." You said as you pulled away from them.

Your relationship is that you love them and they love you. You agreed to it because you couldn't pick one. And neither of them would give up on you.

You ended up like this, and each of you knows that there isn't enough jealousy between them to fight to keep you for just one.

They don't want to make you choose, so you don't choose.

Because you love them both.

And the moment you said that, that woman who was next to you came over to you.

Standing in front of you, her face didn't seem pleased. On the contrary, she was confused, but it was negative.

"Excuse me, I heard what you were talking about. And I have one question for you, girl, which one are you dating?" She asked pointing at them with one hand.

"Um..." He hesitated a little.

Why should you tell a stranger your private things?

But in the end, you guys are open about your relationship...

"I'm dating both of them." you said.

The woman looked more indignant. But suddenly she smiled slightly. It wasn't a genuine smile.

"You're so funny, young lady. Haha... A relationship is between one man and one woman." She said covering her mouth slightly with her hand.

You looked at the old woman's face.

Did she really think you were joking??

"I'm not trying to be funny. I say it as it is. The three of us are dating." You said again.

And then her face changed. The smile faded, and disgust appeared on her face. Especially when she was looking at you.

"That's not a relationship." She said reproachfully, snorting a little with irony. "A normal relationship is one where there is a man and a woman. Two people. Two men or two women is not normal. And more than two people in a relationship is an anomaly. This sort of thing should be illegal."

"Why illegal? No one can command anyone they fall in love with." You snorted, already pissed at her behavior.

"Oh, I see. You don't have a brain, do you? Because no sane person with a brain would do something so disgusting!" she raised her voice. "Don't you feel it's so disgusting and horrible? You spend time with one man and then go to another! You cheat on one with the other and then vice versa! You're not normal, bitch. People like you are destroying society."

"Oi, grandma, did anyone ask for your opinion? I think that you are an abnormal person without a brain, since you approach people you don't know and tell them that they are abnormal. If you had any sense, you wouldn't say your racist views, and you wouldn't openly show that you are homophobic. I understand that old age, when no one wants you anymore because you are old and ugly, is painful. But an old and mean women who lives like it's the Middle Ages, no one will like." Satoru said, leaning down to her height.

"Did I say something to you?" she asked indignantly.

"By saying my girlfriend is a bitch, you're insulting me too. 'Cause the only bitch I see here is you. Probably racist, homophobic, and yet you don't tolerate small deviations from normality. I'll blow you away whore, You're twice my age or even three times my age and my hair is naturally white! Since birth! Oh no, fucking kill me for making my hair an old man's color! You don't even like what we look like? Gouge out your eyes! Don't look at people who are disgusting to you!"

"A woman having more than one man is just a whore–"

"I suggest gouging out your eyes as well as cutting out your tongue." Suguru said, keeping his hand on your shoulder so you don't take what she says personally.

"I'll call the police. I know people like you, long hair, piercings and tattoos! All you want to do is kill and hurt people."

"A woman who believes all the rumors... So annoying... I could tattoo your face on my ass that says "I have her in my ass ", or "shit on the bitch ". You want it? No, I wouldn't want my ass to be as ugly as your face."

Then you started walking away to finish your shopping.

Satoru followed you.

"See ya'!" he shouted, showing two middle fingers to the woman.

When you got to your car, you packed a large pile of groceries and wanted to go.

And then Satoru decided that he buys you pizza and also buys food for tonight's movie night.

[apr1lr4in]

EDDSWORLD FALLOUT AU

Ok I'm putting this here because I have had this as an idea for so long and I don't rlly expect eddsworld fans to rlly be into fallout BUT I AM, OK? I got a lot of points I wanna talk abt and MAYBE I'll draw it MAYBE SETTING- Every fallout game is in America and EW is not, but I think I can keep the setting in England. As ur gonna see later, I thought Tord being a synth would be fitting. BUT UNFORTUNATLEY synths are only present in Fallout 4 and that is largely due to the institute not being a huge presence anywhere but Massachusetts. Compromise? There is no institute, but something similar (Will talk more in the Tord section) EDD- Honestly I LOVE cowboy Edd, but the only game with a huge cowboy setting would be New Vegas. But think about it, a survivor in the wasteland who is obsessed with prewar relics and clothing. Places like the midwest or even the Mojave are very different from England, but Edd seems like the kind of guy to be into the whole Prewar cowboy nerd. Ofc he's the protagonist, I'm not sure what kind of name he would have though. You know, lone survivor, the courier, i forgot what the protag is called in fallout 3 i havent played it. The "Goulden one" would be kind of funny though. I want him to have the same energy as the Courier, got shot and survived and is now a menace in the wasteland. But he's more heroic obv, going on silly adventures with the gang and make the wasteland a better place

TOM- I can see him being a vault dweller, but choosing to leave the life of one. It wasn't working for him and he probably didn't live in one of the good vaults. He travels with Edd and matt because he probably would get killed if he went by himself (Alcohol and chem addict) and is possibly out for revenge. Revenge for what? You'll se :3 ofc this is just brainstorming, maybe he wouldn't end up as a vault dweller and perhaps Edd was the vault dweller and Tom is the jagged wastelander. MATT- I have to say it, Matt is a ghoul. But does that affect his self esteem? No! I don't think there's a single ghoul in fallout who doesn't have a captivating personality, Matt is no exception. He is definitely the type to pick up random junk from the wasteland and is over encumbered. And he loves those fuckass monkey symbol things that make noise if you've played fallout 4, you know what I'm talking about,,,shudder) But people don't take him seriously BECAUSE he is a ghoul and full of radiation. But Edd has a good reputation and is able to vet for him. I also just thought what if he was a celebrity before the war? That would explain his lingering ego, but failing to realize nobody really cares anymore. RED ARMY- Notice how I didn't put Tord here? That's because he is unfortunately the enemy. Moreso his Red Army, but he isn't aggressive towards Edd or anyone else. He thinks positively of the 3 (maybe except Tom), but the issue is his reign against the wasteland. Think of him like Mr. House or the Brotherhood of Steel (Not the vegas BoS, they can go kys) he is the only military force around, but it's not a good one. The Red Army are known for their brutal enforcement of rules and are in fact transhumanists. They want to slowly take control of everyone and "improve" the human form. Why? Tord is essentially a partial synth. Not fully robot, but not a natural human. Yes his robot arm is coming back and YES power armor is being involved. I would like to mention that as much as I want to include characters like Paul and Patryck in this post, they are not as "essential" as the main 4. They are still Tord's righthand men, but it would be unfair of me to include them in this post and not other lesser known character. I DO have plans though, but I'll have to iron all of this out first. Larry will be thought of dw bing and larry fans, all 10 of u <3 These are all ideas! Basic thoughts i've had for a while now and maybe some ppl won't understand it. But if anyone does like fallout and EW...GIVE ME UR IDEAS!!! Perhaps even draw up some designs? I know I def will revisit this but I have a haircut today

[lysarria]

This is an idea I had a while back but I didn't go for it. I've been working on a 2 part Sy fic and then my lovely friend @mayloma wrote about Trainer!Sy and it sparked up this idea again and I decided to just go for it. Sorry in advance for typos 🤪. I'm still new to writing but I enjoy it a lot. Thank you for reading 🥰🤗

Warnings: 18+, cussing, sexual thoughts, sexual talk, hot and horny Sy 🥵

Word count: 904

A change in plans

I rushed back to my desk after the work meeting had ended and it went way past the allotted time of 4:30 p.m. I looked at the time on my laptop before it shut down - 5:25pm. Fuck! I had no way of letting Sy know during the meeting that it looked like it would be going over. Damnit. I quickly grabbed my phone and purse and ran out of the building. Tapping my phone screen but no response... I pushed the power button... nothing. Are you fucking serious? My phone battery is dead? I had such a busy day at work I barely used it. I thought I had charged it. What else will happen? I unlocked my car and plopped into the driver seat and tossed my purse onto the passenger seat. I reached for my charger cord and notice it's missing. Why ?!!! Fucckk! Sy is probably worried about me and I have no way to charge my phone to call him. I remember I had left my charger in his truck from our random day trip we took last weekend. During the drive home I had many thoughts in my head. Sy knows that sometimes my meetings can go over but also those times I had a charged phone and could communicate with him.

I had reached our driveway. His truck is in the driveway. As I am getting closer to our house I notice Sy standing outside all dressed up. His hair is styled. Beard is shaped up. He looks so incredibly handsome. Oh fuck....he wanted to take me out on a Friday night date to a restaurant that's out on the river with a beautiful outdoors seating setup.

I pull up next to his truck and as I am getting out he leans up against the sliding glass doors, crossing his arms and stares at me.

Me: Bear, I'm so so so sorry. My meeting went past time and I had no way to tell you. I was going to call you otw to my car and my phone battery had died and then discovered I forgot my car charger in your truck.....

*looking back at his truck and then turning to look back at Sy*

I really am sorry. I've not had much luck this evening it seems. I slowly begin to walk towards Sy and I can smell the sandalwood cologne that I had bought for him. This man sends me into overdrive so easily.

Sy - *continues to stare* I was gettin' pretty worried about ya Sug. I sent ya some texts and then I called but went straight to voicemail. I am glad you are home safe. I was giving ya a bit more time to get home before I went to check on ya. I was excited to take ya out tonight for a date but I've made a change in our plans....

Me - *walking closer to Sy* We can still go! Give me a few minutes to freshen up. It's not too late to go. *I reach for him and he steps back and I felt my heart sink and then I was concerned. Trying to not let tears form*

Sy - tsk tsk. I said I made a change in our plans for this evening. You've been a naughty girl today. You didn't charge your phone last night. You forgot your charger in my truck. You wore those sexy dress pants today that hug your ass so perfectly and then you had to wear that peach color tank top that looks so good with your skin color. Ya might have been at work all day but seeing ya wearing that outfit this morning....ya know it's one of my favorites and watching your cute self getting ready to leave for work and then ya kiss me and you had on that sweet tasting lipgloss...ya don't realize how close I was to telling you to call into work so I could keep ya all to myself today. I've almost gone crazy today with thoughts about ya and how eager I was for ya to come home, baby.

Me - *I notice that he isn't mad. Nope...that's not mad. The way he's breathing. Watching his chest go up and down. That look in his eyes. I looked down slightly and noticed the huge buldge in his pants and my eyes widen and feel my cheeks get warm. I quickly snapped my eyes back to Sy and I feel my heart rate speed up.*

I want to make it all up to you my bear and show you I'm sorry.

Sy - Don't ya worry sugababy. I've already thought up a few ideas on how ya can make up for being so naughty today *grins and winks* and each idea will have you moaning my name over and over.

Me - *Staring at this hunk of a man and inhaling the scent of his cologne and feeling my body start to shake from being turned on*

I love you, Sy.

Sy quickly approaches me and picks me up and puts me over his shoulder and smacks my ass a couple of times as he takes me into the house and I can't help but giggle and feeling excited for these new plans that he made.

Sy - my naughty girl is giggling right now but those giggles will soon turn into heavy breathing and moans. I love you too, Sugababy.

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here's a question, what do you think happens to Debbie (and Franny) post s11? Personally I'm not a fan of the idea that Debbie would go off with Heidi after she fought tooth and nail to stay in her own house, plus Heidi is...not really what I'd picture for a good ending to Debbie's story. What would you see being a good post script for Debs?

ahhhh i love you for asking this

i mean, there's a part of me that wants to say that everything will go great for them, but i think that it'll be rough for a little while.

to answer the heidi thing (which i have talked about many times before but this ask is a little bit old lol sorry!), she will not last. she'll be gone in like, a week, and will never be heard from again. i think that the finale made that pretty clear, even though other people interpreted it in other ways. when heidi mentioned texas, debbie looked hesitant, and considering how she spent the past season fighting for this house, and the past eleven seasons fighting for her family, there isn't a single part of me that thinks she will be leaving for texas and if she does, her kid will be coming with her 100%.

but anyways, debbie will be going through it. she will have lost her father and her girlfriend in the same week or so and given her abandonment issues, i think she'll probably break. she'll have a whole breakdown over it, then be a bit depressed for a month or two, and then i think she'll slowly start to feel better. also, something that nobody talks about for some reason is the fact that post-11x12 all of the gallaghers (including mickey, tami, kevin, and veronica) all most likely get covid since they were all around frank and like touching him and shit, so that will probably happen.

i think that, as always, she'll pick herself up on her own and fix everything herself. her business will thrive, maybe she'll help out at the alibi if carl and tipping buy it (i hc that they do), but i think that money-wise she'll be set.

she and lip will definitely still have some conflict. every gallagher kid has a complex, difficult relationship with frank (i've actually been writing about this) but these two and frank have always stuck out to me (but they all stick out to me, honestly). i think that since the two of them were already fighting and are both notoriously awful at handling their emotions shit will go down.

debbie will keep the house since it's been in her name since the season nine finale (i mean duh, why would lip get to sell HER house??), lip, tami, and fred will move to milwaukee but then lip and tami will split up and it'll be messy, maybe he'll come back to chicago and they'll get split custody, carl will live there for another year or two, liam will live there until he graduates, and ian and mickey will move back to the south side. debbie will feel uneasy because of all of the change, so she'll insist on family dinners weekly, absolutely NO exceptions (you could be sick with some sort of flesh eating virus and she'd still demand that you attend).

she will never fully process losing frank. even dead, he still manages to fuck her over. i think that she'll set up a memorial for him a lot like the one she set up in 3x01.

if she reads the letter it'll fuck her up even more and i'm hoping that she gets therapy (i have a fic in my drafts about this lol) to help her deal with trauma, abandonment issues, grief, and help her navigate parenting while being only twenty.

i seriously just wish her the best because season eleven really made me realize how much she actually needs help.

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