#also i kinda wanna draw the twins room now??

[meo-eiru]

elian is elias’ evil twin who instead of being a lazy pretty boy with no personality and no talent, is a successful businessman who maybe isn’t as pretty as elias but with his charisma and personality manages to woo anybody but is obsessed with his darling because they don’t pay attention to him as much as he wants. he’d be like his polar opposite, instead of pretty pink-lavender hair his is a bluish-green, instead of threatening to kill himself he threatens to kill you, etc. it’s such a silly idea but i feel like if you put them in a room they’d kill each other didndm

Context on Elian

I LOVE THIS LMAO

Imagine he’s like Elias put through a color inverter filter, has all the personality Elias lacks and is good at everything he tries instantly. I kinda wanna make him a thing now…

I know they are just silly mistakes and don’t take this as me making fun of any of you but sometimes I get such funny name typos in asks I take screenshots to remember them forever.

I haven’t answered it yet cus I wanna draw it but there was an ask who accidentally called him Elisa and all I could think was

And there was also one that accidentally called Silas “Salias” and all I could think of was a fusion of him and Elias.

I don’t think that one should be brought upon this world because the combined beauty of the two would be so strong it would singlehandedly fuck up earth’s balance and we’d all explode on the spot

[yardsards]

i am yet again rotating the fact that odalia is not in this image in my mind

like

i just love how they didn't go the "i got mad and told her i didn't wanna talk to her ever again but she's still my family now that she's gone i regret it and miss her" route with the implications

nope. odalia's just completely absent from amity's concept of family; there's not even any room for her on the paper

ALSO the way amity's idea of her family/what her family would be like without odalia in the picture differs from the old blight family portrait

it's most notable in alador: in the drawing he has a soft smile that almost reads as proud to me, whereas in the portrait he looks downright miserable. but there's a mild difference in the twins too: in the portrait they're looking off into the distance and their smiles read as serious and almost... smug? to me, whereas in the drawing they're looking towards each othere with confident mischievous grins.

(also: i kinda wonder why amity chose pink for emira and green for edric, are those their favourite colours?)

[spy-flair-extraordinaire]

Spy Kids: Armageddon teaser trailer!!

OK, OK, OK!

So I just watched the Spy Kids: Armageddon teaser trailer, and it actually looks good?? I was cautiously optimistic and, well, OK I'm still a little bit cautious (especially regarding the casting of the parents..) but now that I've seen what it has to offer, it got me excited now!

I did record my first time reaction via OBS after updating it... without realizing I didn't record the screen, and it won't let me upload it.. whoops. So we're doing a liveblog-but-its-not-really-live observation thing instead.

So first off, the kids aren't twins this time. We're going back to the "older sibling, younger sibling" setup that the original films did, though this time with an older brother and younger sister.

(hi, Gina... 😒)

Also, a secret recorded message from the parent telling the kids that something's gone wrong, that's almost exactly what Spy Kids 4 did.

That's kinda worrying, but then again, the first Spy Kids film was originally going to include a similar scene after the Super Guppy chase, as the novelization and one of the original drafts includes the scene. I'll let that slide for now.

Ooooh~, pink explosion! I wonder what that gadget is? 👀

(Hi, Zach... 😑)

On top of the "older and younger siblings" setup being back, the parent characters are once again both spies like Gregorio and Ingrid! In the last film, only one of the parents was a spy, with the other parent not knowing about it, which was an interesting setup.

EXPLOSIONS!!

(I added the brackets since Netflix didn't)

[snickers] OK, that was pretty funny. 🤭

Not as classic as Carmen's line...

But it stands on its own as a good line regardless.

IS THAT A FLYING CAR??

Also that temple looks cool.

Who are these guys? (please don't be anything offensive..) And what do they have to do with the computer virus from the synopsis?

What are these dodecahedrons (I had to look that up)?

Also these jumpsuits look really cool! They look like a mix between the SK1 and SK4 jumpsuits.

And huh. I could be wrong, but this room seems like a mix between the Safehouse and the Agent Lounge.

Is that what they're going with, a mix of all the past films while adding it's own flavour? If so, I'm interested to see the results.

What the..? IS THAT THE 'HOW TO BE A SPY' BOOK?? NO WAY!! 8D This is a welcome return!

YES! Finally! Spy Kids actually get to drive a small car!

And it wouldn't be the first time! ^^

Also, I feel like a generation of Spy Kids being chased by bad guys in a cool vehicle when starting out is becoming a staple in the franchise.

Though funnily enough, this is one where the chase is on the ground this time.

SK1's was on the sea, SK4's was in the air, and now this one is on land. That's neat!

Yeah! >:D

The zoom-in gear-up montage is back!

Whoa! Wallclimbing!

We've seen the heroes use grappling hooks before, and we even see climbing carabiners (another thing I had to look up) on their toolbelts, but we never actually see them use it for wallclimbing. That's another welcome addition!

Whooooaaaa. That is cool!

The original Spy Kids did a similar thing in one of the Spy Kids Adventures books, so it's awesome to actually see it onscreen!

IT IS A FLYING CAR!!

YES!! I always wanted Spy Kids to drive a transforming car!

Once again, not the first time! 😁

The classic logo is back! The six-note melody is back!!

And by far the best thing from the teaser, and maybe the whole movie..

ROBOT CRAB

I wanna draw it now, it's adorable!!

(I was literally thinking of using robot crabs as an idea for my episodic comic!)

And we got a release date; September 22nd!

So, this trailer has understandably gotten a very middling response from people. My thoughts on this? It's looking promising! It may not be my dream interquel cartoon that I want, but I think this reboot is gonna be decent, at the very least!

My hopes for this is: - They get creative with the gadgets again. The gadgets from the last entry, Spy Kids: Mission Critical, were bland and boring, and not something a kid would use. - No title puns or fart jokes. None of that. Although given that there's no baby sibling in sight, and that Rodriguez has gotten help from his son Racer Max with writing the story this time, I think we'll be safe. - There's some chemistry between the new siblings that reminiscent of Carmen and Juni's interactions. - The villain being hammy and fun again.

What are your thoughts on the teaser and hopes for Spy Kids: Armageddon? Please let me know! ^^

[birdybirdnerd]

for the excessively detailed hc meme 1, 3, 8, 11, & 27 for the twins, and 16, 31, and 17 for domrick

HOOOOOOO BOY

okay so u sent some artsy things too n ill get those jus not now bc its Late

okay sO this got long so under the cut!!!

twins~

1. What does their bedroom look like?

okay so they shared a bedroom in scana before shit hit the fan. it was a room in master nagaos cool ass mages tower that he totally requested be built for the Aesthetic™

they didnt really do the typical your half - my half of the room thing, instead just sharing a bed and having their shit strewn everywhere. books everywhere, altars to various gods, a window u cant see out of bc its covered in plants that mofi religiously attends to. 

theres so much random shit everywhere too?? knick knacks nagao brings them from his occasional travels, weird shit kofi saw in the marketplace from that one occult vendor and bought just to creep the maids out with, coloring books, random bones, minor magical artifacts that u probably shouldnt leave lying around but hey, they dont care

but its a sort of organized chaos, that only they know. ask one of them for anything and its almost like they summon it with how fast it appears in their hand (hell for all we know they did summon it. accio underwear)

3. Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

they certainly exercise their magical talents on a daily basis, mostly in the form of playing tricks on nagao and the tower staff. they also do training with him a couple times a week now, and he forces them to get out and do something physical at least once a week. mofi used to swim in the bordering ocean most mornings, but stopped after an encounter with a kraken almost got violent. kofi saved nem tho so everythings good (even if ve was the one to attract its attention in the first place lmao)

8. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

mofi has the sweet tooth to end all sweet teeth and honestly if using magic as much as ne does didnt burn so many calories who knows where ne’d be. ne doesnt care tho, even if it gets a little embarrassing when ne attacks the sweets vendors in the mornings

kofi on the other hand loves sappy romance stories. ves aro and ace and doesnt ‘secretly wish for true love’ or some such bullshit, but ves such a sap and absolutely devours romance novels like mofi does candy. ve would never let anyone know, and only has mofis silence because if ne let slip kofis a secret romantic at heart then kofi would tell the world about the time mofi accidentally ate nagaos liquor chocolate stash and fell asleep on the roof in stolen lingerie 

11. Intellectual pursuits?

books. they both love to read most kinds of books, especially books on magic. theyre also both pretty proficient at chess, courtesy of master nagao, but much prefer ‘cheating’ at it. remember that post about cheating at chess? ‘all my pawns found god and are now bishops/we overthrew the kind and made a democracy so thats a puppet ruler you just killed/all the captured soldiers dug their way out and emerged in your court’? thats them. all the fucking time. it drives nagao up the walls but he loves playing along, especially with how creative they get

27. What is their biggest regret?

mmmmmMMMMMMMGOD I WANNA SPOIL THINGS TO ANSWER THIS BUT I DONT WANNA SPOIL THINGS BC SPOILERS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

okay u know what?? u know fuckin what?? imma do it and yallre just gonna have to Deal

mofis is that ne trusted too much

kofis is that ve never got to say goodbye

oKAY NOW FOR DOMRICK HERE WE GO LADS LETS JUST DIVERT YALLS ATTENTION AWAY FROM T H A T

domrick!

16. Biggest and smallest long term goal?

his biggest long term goal would either be able to find love, or to find a permanent way to transition. theres only so much illusionary spells and testosterone potions can do; the twins may be powerful, but even combined they cant completely rewrite dwarven genes to switch doms sex

smallest before the events of the story i have no idea, but afterwards his smallest long term goal might be to get a better and less ragged outfit. hell lets just say thats from before the story too. hes vain, his clothes are shabby. i dont draw them nearly shabby enough

17. Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

okay not really sure what this means?? he dresses himself and doesnt really have any special dressing rituals except trimming his beard now that he has one (thanks mofi for the potions btw)

but if ur asking what style he prefers just. just imagine one of those old timey medieval bards. just. imagine that. but short. and blue

31. Most prized possession?

def his lute, gifted by a long dead grandmother to a tinier dwarf years ago. she was the only one who supported his love of music instead of smithing, and she probs wouldve been the only one to support his transition too, if hed realized what was going on in his head at the time. back then he just thought he was confused so he kept quiet. hell if gramma was still alive when he came out it might not have gone so bad, shed have been on his side from the beginning and wouldve kept the other dwarves from straight up throwing him out on the street. but its a bit late for that

[erin-bo-berin]

Six nuggets anon: when they have the kids. I’m not much of a smut person myself. Just fluff of Steve, singlemom!reader, and their growing family Please

I can do that! I kinda wanna put a spin on it though if you don’t mind! I kinda wanna do it like him and the reader are dreaming of the future and that’s what the fic is, like a daydream if that makes sense? Cause I thought it would be a cute take on it plus you get the cute content!

I know he said he wants 3 boys and 3 girls but I ended up doing similar to Joe because he ended up the only boy with four sisters and I was like okay with Steve that would be adorable lol

The Harrington house was rarely ever silent.

Six kids was a hell of a lot for many people, but you and Steve managed just fine.

There was your first born, the adopted Harrington that made Steve a father. She may not have been born a Harrington, but she was a Harrington for life. Steve often joked that she was the bonus kid that prepared him for fatherhood since he’d missed the first year of her life.

The second born, another little girl was just as energetic as her big sister, but had a soft spot for her mommy. Her older sister was strictly a daddy’s girl. Other than being as outgoing as her sister, they couldn’t be more different. While your oldest was sporty, second baby girl was your sporty one.

Third and fourth born was a complete surprise as they were twins. A boy and a girl, which Steve was thrilled about. He got another girl and a boy at the same time. They were your sensitive souls, often preferring to settle with a book or for your first son—draw. They were definitely the more crafty of the bunch.

Baby number five worried you when you weren’t sure if it was a boy or girl yet. With a track record of having three girls and one boy, you were afraid he’d be disappointed if it was another girl—which to no one’s surprise, it was another girl. Steve was in love at first sight, of course. Being the youngest for a while made number five your wild child. She was used to life with four older siblings and she did everything she could to keep up with them with no problem.

Baby number six was definitely going to be your final child. As much as you loved your kids, pregnancy was exhausting. Surprisingly, Steve wanted a girl this time around. He said he was happy he had gotten a boy, but he was also really wrapped around his girls’ fingers. Baby number six was also currently still in utero. You were six months pregnant with your final girl—Steve had gotten his wish. Just like her eldest sister, you predicted that she would be a daddy’s girl as she always kicked like crazy when he was around.

Your dining room table was filled with lots of noise, a big mess, but lots of happy smiling faces. There were booster seats and high chairs, messy faces and wild hair, but the table was filled with love and laughter, just like you and Steve wanted.

Your oldest was now 8, leading the pack of Harringtons like the natural born leader she was.

Baby girl number two was now 5, starting Kindergarten soon and eager to soak up knowledge about a world that fascinated her and constantly caused her to ask a million questions.

Three and four were 3 years old, had a tight bond that only twins could have, but we’re growing an unexpected love for movie night with daddy, even when others didn’t want to watch.

Five was 18 months, toddling around everywhere, reminding you so much of her eldest sister at that age. She was stubborn and always had to be with her siblings. She was a true firecracker.

You rubbed your belly, feeling the last of you and Steve’s nearly completed family stirring inside of you.

Life was going to be even more crazy soon with a newborn in the house, but you’d manage. After all, you’d made it this far. Life might be busy and hectic for at least the next 18 years of raising children and sending them off into the world, but you knew you wanted to do it with no one else but Steve.

•

“Five girls?” Steve asked, pulling you out of the daydream you’d just been describing to him.

That was how you hoped life with Steve would look like down the road.

“Would you mind if that happened?”

“No, I’m already wrapped around three girls’ fingers,” Steve chuckled, rubbing your belly gently.

“Three? There better only be one in there cause I’m only planing on baby number two being in there,” you chuckled.

“Oh sweetheart,” he smiled, “The third one is you.”

[moemoemammon]

Headcanon for bros' morning routines?

The Brothers and Their Morning Routine 🌅

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Lucifer

Despite how nice it is to wake up before the others, Lucifer isn't a morning person. But the call of duty doesn't offer him the luxury of sleeping in very often. Between Diavolo and his brothers, there's a lot he needs to prepare for.

Diavolo also likes to call for a chat first thing in the morning, so he naturally wakes up early. He's told the Demon Prince A THOUSAND TIMES to stop calling like that, but Diavolo insists that he likes "hearing his morning voice". It's annoying..

But Lucifer takes his morning prep slowly, brewing a cup of coffee for himself before he does anything else. He'll slowly drink it while reading the RAD newspaper. It's like a little slice of paradise, having the chance to relax.

And once that's finished, he washes up and brushes his teeth, making sure everything about his appearance is perfect before he dares to show himself.

He'll also take a bit of time to look over the work he has to do, maybe even taking a few papers down to the table with him. Now all he had to do was prepare his nerves for whatever shenanigans his brothers subjected him to for the day, and the headache that was bound to come from it.

Mammon

Mammon moves a lot in his sleep, so he's usually all tangled up in his bedsheets if he hasn't kicked them away completely. And there's the rare occurrence where he just falls out of bed-

Kinda sloppy, but who's graceful first thing in the morning? He peels himself out of bed yawning and scratching his stomach while he stumbles off to the bathroom.

He might not be as vain as Asmo, but he cares about his looks, too. A quick shower and a little bit of styling for his hair, and he'll be ready! Oh yeah, he's gotta brush his teeth too. Wait... he forgot to buy toothpaste!

It's probably fine.. He'll just borrow some of Levi's. It's not like he'll know. And some of his mouthwash, too. Maybe his hairbrush, since it's just laying there?

He either takes forever to get ready, or he's done at the speed of light. Either way, he's in a hurry to get down for breakfast because he knows Beel's got an eye for his plate! And he's gotta head out soon anyway. There's money to be made!

Levi

Not much of a morning person himself, but every morning is a blessing when he gets to wake up with his lovely Ruri-chan dakimakura in his arms 💕💕

That aside, he starts his day by giving Henry his breakfast. Only the best for his best friend! Then he'll check a couple of gaming forums for the latest news, and bases the day's schedule around that.

He's not really in a rush to get ready if it's not a school day. He's got plenty of snacks in his room in case Beel eats his breakfast, and he can always order something through DevilDash.

But still, he wants to freshen up a bit so he'll go for a shower, and brushes his teeth. Wait.. was there always so little toothpaste? He swore he just bought a tube last week! Well, whatever.

If he chooses to eat with everyone else (or Lucifer forces him to), he's always in a hurry. He's wasting so much time! The schedule of an otaku isn't one that should be taken lightly! Do you know how much level grinding he could be doing right now?!

Satan

Satan has a tendency to pull all-nighters when he just can't bring himself to put a book down, so he usually looks ROUGH. I'm talking messy hair, bags under his eyes, looking like he just got beat up by his bed.

And he's not a morning person despite usually waking up the earliest, so it's best not to make eye contact until after he's finished getting ready. He's stomping around, irritably making his bed and getting his clothes ready for the day.

But after he's showered and gotten dressed, his mood has significantly improved. And since it's still early, he has time to brew some peppermint tea and read a book by the window.

It's nice to wake up before everyone else, so he can have some peace and quiet before the idiocy begins.

But the quiet also gives him a chance to consider the day's schedule. What new prank could he harass Lucifer with today? He’d been looking into cursing Lucifer's coffee mug, so whatever liquid was poured into it would turn into vinegar. Maybe he should try it out?

Asmo

When he wakes up, he removes his silk eye mask and pulls the scrunchy out of his hair, blinking away the sleep from his eyes. What, you thought he woke up like a Disney princess? That's only when he's got company, love ❤️

Asmo's got the world's longest morning routine. He draws a bath and pours in some oils to help invigorate him and wake him up. Slathers on a green tea and mint face mask, pops on the cucumbers, and lets the water soothe away his worries ~

Until Mammon bangs on his door to shout that "Lucifer says to hurry it up!" So annoying! Don't they know it takes careful preparation to take care of so much perfection??

Still, he doesn't want Beel to eat his breakfast, so he's gotta speed it up. He's used to getting ready in a pinch, even if he's not happy about it

Carefully picks out is outfits for the day while he lets the curlers in his hair do their job, and viola! Now he's ready to grace his family with his lovely presence! If you wanna take pictures, make sure you get his good side. Who's he kidding, EVERY side is his good side!

Beel

He wakes up disappointed sometimes, usually because he was just enjoying a wonderful dream about eating a mountain of delicious food!

....Only to pull the remains of his half-eaten pillow out of his mouth. What a waste... that endless pancake stack was heavenly...But there's no time to mope around. The sooner he gets up, the sooner he can get downstairs for breakfast.

He starts his morning by taking a shower while holding back the urge to eat the bar of soap he's using. Beel specifically makes sure he doesn't choose anything that smells TOO good, or he'll give in and gobble it up.

Brushes his teeth as well as he can so his food will taste twice as good! After that is usually when he goes to wake Belphie up, dragging his twin into the bathroom so he can help him dry his hair once he's done showering.

He can't eat well without Belphie, so he makes sure he's all cleaned up and ready for breakfast before he goes down, carrying his brother if he has to. Ah, and he should probably head out later to buy another pillow.

Belphie

Haha. "Morning" routine. I think you mean "noon or later" routine. That is, when Beel lets him sleep in. Otherwise he's being woken up and carried off to the bathroom, where he's forced to take a shower against his will...

And he takes LONG showers. Mostly because the warm water lulls him right back to sleep... while he's standing up. Isn't that a little dangerous?

Once he's out, he leaves it to Beel to dry his hair while he lazily brushes his teeth. Isn't all this morning care a little excessive? Who's even this energetic first thing in the morning? What a pain...

Doesn't even bother to make his bed. He'll be back in it in a few minutes anyway, so there's no point. He coaxes Beel into carrying him down the stairs (which Lucifer scolds them both for) and tries his best to keep his eyes open for breakfast.

Those pancakes... aren't they TOO fluffy looking? Almost like a pillow.... ah..goodnight...

[spidernerdsblog]

I have a blurb idea for the Made in Hell series. How about Tom, taking care of the kids by himself and he’s completely overwhelmed. Since he wants to be the fun parent, the reader has turned the tables on him. Maybe after this Tom will stop making fun of her for being the strict parent and the little angels will actually listen to their mom since she basically does everything for them. Thank you

Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Match made in Hell series

Parenting 101

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : fluff

“Tom, are you sure? I can totally call the babysitter. I’m sure Nancy wouldn’t mind coming at such a short notice” you debated with Tom for the one last time. A last minute business summit came up for which you had to travel to Birmingham. Though it was a one day trip you had never stayed away from your kids for so long so obviously you were a little wary to leave them with Tom. Tom is the best dad they could get you had no doubt in that but he was a man child himself and gave in easily to their demands which didn’t help much in lessening your worries.

“Y/N trust me I can handle them. What trouble can two five year olds cause? You’re just worried that they would have more fun with me” he quipped and now the devil on your shoulder was like let him handle the kids for one day then he will understand how much of a hard work it is.

“Huh, very well then good luck with all the fun. Just don’t burn the house down while I’m away” you snarked.

“We will be fine don’t worry” he assured you.

“Mommy do you have to go?” Leah tugged on the hem of your dress with Nate standing by her side, looking at you with doe eyes. Your heart melted, still not willing to leave them as you crouched down.

“Yes baby it’s kinda important for mom but I’ll be back soon before you even notice. Till then be good and don’t cause much trouble to your dad ok?”

“Ok mommy love you” they nodded and hugged you tightly.

“Love you too my pumpkins” you kissed their foreheads and stood up to go to Tom. He circled his hands around your waist and pulled you closer.

“Travel safe. Call me when you reach there” he said tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as you nodded with a smile “love you”

“Love you too” you left a sweet kiss on his lips before you pulled away and walked out of the mansion to get inside the car waiting outside for you. Tom stood at the front door with the twins waving you goodbye and you waved them back as the driver started the car.

“C’mon lovebugs let’s go inside eh?” Tom ushered them in as soon as your car exited the driveway and drove out of the big iron gates of the mansion. 

“So what do you guys wanna do today?” he asked them excitedly.

“Can we watch Ferdinand dad?” Nate suggested.

“Yeah sure bud I’ll put it on for you”

“Also can we have pizza and ice cream for lunch today daddy?” Leah chirped looking at Tom with hopeful eyes.

“You wanna have pizza for lunch? I don’t think your mum would be happy about that if she comes to know” he said a little reluctantly.

“Please daddy” both of them pouted jutting their lower lip out, giving him the puppy eyes and what can Tom do now when he is faced with two mirror images of him.

“Ok but don’t tell your mom” he broke into a smile agreeing to their wishes.

“Yay!!” they exclaimed in joy.

So far everything was going pretty well as Tom watched the movie with them and got them their desired lunch. They even had their afternoon nap without any fuss. To be honest he was exhausted it’s really tough to look after two kids and you made it look so easy for which he admires you even more.

 In the evening Tom took them to his office which you had always forbidden but he had work to do so that was best option for him to keep an eye on them. Nate and Leah were in awe seeing the huge office room for the first time. They looked around with big curious eyes before they sat on the huge couch and started bouncing on it giggling.

Tom had to stop them by giving them some papers and crayons to draw instead while he prepares for tomorrow’s meeting. Nate and Leah were engrossed in drawing their masterpieces when Tom’s phone buzzed. It was Harrison, Tom accepted the call and lifted the phone to his ear. Harrison talked about some papers over the line to which Tom said that they are in his room so he got up from his chair to fetch them.

“You guys stay here and draw, I’ll be right back” he told Nate and Leah before leaving. After sometime he returned back to see them still busy with their drawings.

“Sorry guys your uncle Haz can sometimes be….” he trailed off and his eyes went wide as soon as he noticed the papers. It was the contract papers for tomorrow’s meeting “oh my god, where did you get those papers?!” 

“Our drawing paper got ruined and then we found these inside the drawer” Nate informed innocently without a clue of what they had done.

“Daddy look we drew some pictures” Leah walked up to him excitedly.

“It’s a really good painting love” Tom said with a tight lipped smile.

“Daddy are you not happy?” she asked, noticing his gloomy expression.

“No peanut, I’m really happy but you shouldn’t have taken these papers. These were my work papers” Tom sighed a little disappointed. It wasn’t their fault, they are kids. How can they know the value of these papers? They just wanted to make him happy and he can never bring himself to scold them. He just can’t and now he understands why you are sometimes so strict with them. They need to learn the good and bad. And as a parent it is his responsibility to guide them in life.

“I’m home!” you announced cheerfully as soon as you stepped inside the house. Tom ran down the stairs hearing your voice followed by Nate and Leah.

“Y/N thank god you’re back!” he hugged you tightly heaving a sigh of relief. 

“Okay.. I thought the kids would be missing me but it seems like you missed me more” you snickered.

“I admit I was wrong you were right being the fun parent isn’t always good” 

“What is the matter Tom?” you looked at him with concern and he looked down at your twins. It didn’t take much time for you to understand that your kids have been up to some mischief. “now what did you guys do?” you questioned them as they both clinged on to Tom’s legs.

“It wasn’t their fault really. I shouldn’t have allowed them in the office” Tom said in their defense.

“We made this for you mommy” Nate and Leah bring out a paper and hand it to you. 

“Awww this is so pretty” your heart swelled looking at the picture they drew. They had drawn a family portrait of you, Tom and them in a flower field. The colors are a little smudged out but it is remarkable for a five year old. Then you turned to the backside of the page and noticed the writing on it “aren’t these the contract papers for tomorrow’s meeting Tom?” you asked with a frown.

“Yeah” he sighed, hanging his head low.

“This is why I don’t allow them in the office and you were the one telling me that I’m being too strict with them” you remarked.

“I know and I’m sorry”

“And I really didn’t expect this from you two” you turned to your twins with a stern gaze “you promised to be good, right? You shouldn’t have touched anything without asking your dad”

“We’re sorry mommy” both of them glanced at their feet with a sad face. You eased up seeing them feeling guilty for what they have done.

“Well it looks like you have realized your mistake plus this painting is really good I’m gonna hang it up” seeing you smile Nate and Leah were back to their joyous self “also no tv for a week as punishment for today” you added as they looked at you with their adorable puppy eyes to negotiate out of the punishment “don’t give me that look, you know it’s not gonna work here. Now go back to your room and get ready for bed, you have school tomorrow” you told them and they were quick to go back to their room without a word.

“I’m such a bad parent I can’t even look after my kids properly” Tom sighed, sadness clouding his features.

“Hey don’t think like that you’re at least trying and that makes you better than everyone” you tried to cheer him up.

“But the contract papers we have to cancel tomorrow’s meeting” he voiced his concern.

“Relax, I still have the soft copy of the draft” you tell him with a reassuring smile.

“What?!” he gasped in surprise.

“Yeah as you aren’t that tech savvy I have everything backed up on the cloud drive. You can take a print later” you saw his face lightning up instantly at your words.

“God you’re a lifesaver!” he leaned to press a kiss on your lips. You pull away to look at his face with a childlike smile, lifting a hand you brush away a few curls falling over his face.

“Well you see I have to take care of three kids in the house so have to be always prepared for anything” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“Hey I’m not a kid!” he grimaced as you let out a carefree laugh.

Reblogs are appreciated ❤

[goldentsum]

can we pls get more of the idol reader thirst posts 😫 i need some for the middle blockers

━ thirst post with idol! reader - middleblocker ver

CHARACTERS: hinata shouyou, tsukishima kei, matsukawa issei, haiba lev, tendou satori, and suna rintarou

GENRE: suggestive themes, crack

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i just love suna and matsun wtf.. APPRECIATE MY BABIES! DO NOT SLEEP ON THEM TF

setters ver. | captains ver. | wingspikers ver. | libero ver. | spin-off ver. | spin-off 2

━ hinata ♡

He knew you from Bokuto and his loud mouth. Hinata thanked Bo almost every day for letting him know you and your group! 

You were the tallest in your group making Shou kinda salty but if anyone makes you feel bad about your height HE WILL FIGHT EVERYONE

A soft stan but damn your legs is a sight to see. Your thighs so plump and supple and your legs toned omg 🥵

[k1ckme_onmyface.yn]: HER LEGS ARE SO LONG! please wrap your legs around me and suffocate me or something. jUST please do something to me, (y/n)! 🥺🥺

━ tsukishima ♡

tOL BOY IS a PERVVV, he runs a blog about you and just rant there about how perfect you are (thirsting) and will fight anyone who says otherwise

but sometimes he questions himself why tf is his bias you because you do some stupid shit

other than that, he finds you absolutely perfect and just wanna wreck your entire being like you wreck him oomf--! Tsukki knows he should feel bad and sad when he saw you cry but why tf did his dick got hard when he saw your teary eyes and red nose??? 

[grind.onme_y/n]: I just wanna make (y/n) cry and make her scream until her soft and pretty voice is all raspy :)

━ matsukawa ♡

He was supposed to be a lowkey fan but when he heard some girl talk shit about you on the streets, Mattsun was so ready to throw hands. Makki was holding him back from going up to the random girl’s face and rant about how every single thing about you was perfect! 

I headcanon that he can draw and he makes really beautiful fan arts of you,, he also has another account for 18+ fan arts and dAMN it was really something

Issei is a daddy dom and you being the baby of the group, being bratty as always, triggers him! 

[y/ns_daddydom]: (y/n) being a brat is triggering my dominant side! I just wanna teach her a lesson and tie her up with a vibrator attached inside her 😛😛 but i wouldn’t really change my bratty babygirl~ 😛😛

━ lev ♡

lev is just a tOL baby and he can be quite innocent,, though him being a scorpio suggest something else for me 

He probably just stan you and your group but then! he stumbles across a random smut and read the dirty fanfic of you... and now he has some uNHOLY IMAGES ABOUT YOU IN HIS HEAD

Lev now read smuts EVERYDAY and everytime he sees you, you lowkey get into a certain position close to the smut fics he read and he couldn’t help but imagine you moaning and getting your guts rearranged

[wannabend_over.y/nand.hit]: (y/n) is really flexible, huh... ahem... the world isn’t fair because I can’t fold (y/n) into two and blow my load into her 😔😔

━ tendou ♡

THIS BOY NASTY!! DIRTY! Tendou was always a dirty man, to begin with, but when you came along, HE BECAME REALLY NASTY! He probs beat his meat 3 times a day for you, pft

One day he was just scrolling through twitter in his fan account when he came across a video with a black background and it has your moans over it, from when you got your painful massage after your dance practice, and an additional wet squelching sounds as if to suggest you were fingering yourself

satori: oho what do we have here? guess, it’s ‘beat the meat’ time~ <3

[cantyn_beatmymeat_formethistime]: i have found a masterpiece! a TREASURE that I will keep forever!! Now I just want to finger (y/n), feeling her tight wet cunt around my fingers, with her lovely moans echoing in the room~ 😍

━ suna ♡

people just don’t know how dirty his thoughts can get except the miya twins, to whom he sends his thirsting thoughts and your content. Atsumu can’t take another minute of Suna gushing about how soft and small your hands are and how it would look so perfect around his big di--

atsumu: STOP! STOP!! I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT!! JUST STOP!

suna: lol nope

He was watching your vlive as you teaching your fans how you make pancakes for breakfast and being the clumsy baby that you are, the whipped cream just flew all over you. 

[creampied_y/ndestroys.me]: LOOK AT HER, all covered in whipped cream! This brings me back to my thoughts about how good (y/n) would look covered in cum. Seeing (y/n)’s soft skin covered in my cum and her pussy also brimming with it is enough to send me to hell 😌😌 and i would be satisfied~ 😌

[atsuminthe]

I'm up in the middle of the night thinking of thirsts and now I wanna make it your problem too 😤 Also the below is VERY NSFW cause I'm a FUCKING degenerate.

I've been brainstorming about things to write for Kinktober after I finish my current WIP (it's a JJK fic if you're interested 👀) and I really want to do something with exhibitionism and/or voyeurism and I can't get the thought of one of the HQ accidentally catching Reader masturbating. (I'll be using female pronouns for Reader)

Well, it starts off accidental. Like, let's say you two are mutual friends and mesh within the same friend group (I'm think Iwa for this one because of course, I love him, but it could be anyone!) and for the most part it's been pretty platonic. He has a small crush on you that you're unaware of but it's nothing too major and he thinks it'll pass, even if the others occasionally tease him about it.

And I like to imagine the lot of you plus some other friends - like a big, diverse group - decide to take a short vacation and pool some money together to rent a place since it'll be cheaper than booking a hotel stay. And let's be generous and assume you get your own room 😌 Yeah we're rich. Anyway-

Like in the middle of the night, maybe he has to use the bathroom or grab a drink but he hears something that almost sounds like a groan come from your room? His tired brain doesn't register that he should mind his own business but instead thinks you're in pain and he wants to make sure you're okay. The door is already ajar and when he goes to knock the door nudges open a bit and he sees you in the middle of the bed and he kinda just stares.

Cause you're in the middle of the queen-sized bed with one leg up in the air while you're thrusting a dildo in and out of your cunt at quick, steady speed. Thank god you don't see - or notice, you seem pretty distracted - him otherwise he might combust.

And immediately he wants to back away and pretend like he never saw anything, maybe rub one out real quick, and try to look you in the eye tomorrow.

But at the same time, like...you sounds so wet. He can hear the wet sounds of you fucking yourself from where he is and the soft moans and whimpers coming from your lips, and oh god you're talking dirty to yourself ("Please, Daddy," and "Gimme it," and "Keep going,") and to him that's so fucking hot.

So he just...watches. He licks his lips because the idea of you even bringing that with you spurs so many ideas in his mind and shakes what he thought he knew about you to his core. It wasn't like he didn't think you had sex or desires or anything like that but you seemed so...balanced? Put together? You had a good head on your shoulders and were an absolute sweetheart - it's what he likes most about you - and while it wasn't like he's never thought of you sexually before, but you seemed like the kind of person that's pretty vanilla in bed. He can see that he's mistaken.

He hears you twitch and moan and he feels like an awful pervert when he can feel how painfully hard he is when you cum, how messy and wet you sound as you bury your face in the covers to muffle yourself, and he stops to gather himself so he can creep back to bed without drawing attention to himself and jerk off.

And he...almost does. He's a couple of steps away while you're gathering yourself when he hears you whimper again. And shortly afterwards, a faint buzzing.

He stops. You're...going again? Really? Already? But he's already about to leave...this is an invasion of your privacy and he's a pervert and he should feel horrible for this but-

He stays behind to watch, this time with his cock out.

And the day afterwards he feels like the scum of the earth when he sees you so bright and cheery when you tell everyone you slept like a baby - and he thinks 'Yeah, after masturbating three times in a row-'

He tries to be normal throughout the day when one of your friends tells you about how stressed she's been and how she doesn't understand how well you're able to handle it and to share your secret. He sinks down in his chair and he tries not to get hard while you give some general advice, but then throw in, "Although sometimes I need...alternative methods to relax, y'know?"

And then you sharply call his name. And when he looks at you his blood goes cold. Because normally you're sweet, kind and generous and give whatever advice you can, so why are you looking at him like the cat that ate the canary-

"You'd know all about that, though, right? How do you relieve stress?"

You're smirk is sly - when did you look so predatory? - and he can't breathe because oh.

You knew.

(Also if this is too much for a thirst I totally apologize! I don't want to make you uncomfortable! 😫)

HOLY SHIT LILY THIS WAS GORGEOUS i loved every second of it. this was all just chef’s kiss mhm mhm now i’ll think about this all day <3

this is definitely akaashi, MEIAN, bokuto, the miya twins, tbh i can see sakusa here too, hoshiumi, THE SEIJOH FOUR (yes all of them) and kuroo

[ssweetleaf]

🐝

• First off I wanna say congratulations on 1k, you deserve it !! ♡

• Also I'm kinda new to tumblr, so I apologize if I'm doing this wrong 😃

• Lasty, I was wondering if you could do a nsfw Fred Weasley headcannon where the reader has a praise kink and there's thigh riding, and just a lot of dirty talk (this feels so bad to type pls-😭✋)

thank you so much, dove, your support means the world! welcome, bby and you’re doing absolutely wonderful! 💗

I hope this is okay! I’ve never done a headcanon before. :)

as the more outgoing twin, I imagine freddie being into a little bit of public sex.

the thought of someone walking in and seeing the two of you - being so vulnerable and exposed.

it had him impossibly hard.

so, with that being said, i believe that common room shenanigans would not be a rare occurrence between you two.

let’s continue.

both of you would be sat in the common room, enjoying your evening by the fire - deciding you’d cut your dinner short and spend it with each other.

alone.

the mere thought of having you alone with him had his slacks tightening. being so caught up in assignments and homework, there was never enough time to spend with each other.

he was touch-starved and horny and so eager to have you straddle his thighs.

so, teasingly, he’d sponge his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck. the tip of his tongue swiping greedily once he’d had his first taste.

you’d feel his bulge pressing against your backside, having to swallow a gasp at the rutting of his hips; a silent plea.

“anyone could walk in on us, freddie.”

by now, he’d have you straddling his thighs, knees pushing into the couch cushions and you’d attempt to steady yourself - palms clutching at his shoulders and thumbing the fabric of his jumper.

“i know. isn’t it exciting?”

no matter how cocky he was, he found it incredibly invigorating.

his fingertips would slip underneath the waistband of your cotton panties, tugging and pulling at the material so teasingly.

his praise starting to drip from his tongue like sticky honey. mumbling his filthy words of worship into searing skin.

“such a good girl.”

“so pretty and all for me.”

“just the thought of what’s underneath this skirt has me leaking, darling.”

in moments he’d have you wrapped tightly around his pinky finger. and it’s safe to say your panties would be long gone.

anyways. on to fred weasley’s thighs, because we all know he thicc.

he’d have you straddle his left thigh, leaning back against the cushions and grabbing at your hips - setting a rhythm that would be infuriatingly slow.

the rough material of his trousers grazing your bare clit, but the hold he’d have on you would be restricting. not being able to thrust your hips, nor press yourself hard against his taut skin.

and he’d do it all on purpose.

“faster, freddie. harder!”

it’d be so impossibly hard to focus on listening out for fellow peers - just in case they decided to come back early when your clit was pulsing and so engorged between your sticky thighs.

“what’s the magic word, sweetheart?”

i am certain that he wouldn’t obey to your requests unless you uttered that magic word. keeping you lifted from his tensing thigh with grabbing hands and whitened knuckles.

“gotta give it to me, dove, or i’m afraid you won’t be coming tonight.”

Merlin, he’d be infuriating.

so, with a huff, you’d bat your eyelids, a pretty pout drawing your lips downwards.

“pretty please?”

soon, fred would have you pressed firmly against his thick thigh, tensing and bouncing it upwards, his palms guiding your desperate movement.

this kinda links in to a size kink. he would be lifting you and tugging at your hips like you weighed nothing. and he’d still be so tall! having to look up at him, even when sitting upon his thigh and you cannot change my mind.

the material scratchy and rough, but in the best way. Your folds wet and puffy, sliding and parting with every thrust forwards.

“such a good girl for me.”

“merlin, dove, look how wet you’ve gotten. completely soaked my uniform.”

Fred would have a cocky smile upon his lips and his pupils blown. large palms tugging at her shirt and untucking it from her skirt, blunt fingernails biting into the hot flesh he found.

you’re eyes would be rolling back, so engrossed in bouncing on his thighs, your own pressing against his bulge - rubbing him so delectably.

in merely minutes, he’d have you on the edge, so close to cumming and crying out, whines falling from your parted mouth.

but he just had to take his hands away, let the rutting of his thigh falter.

the fucking tease.

You’d be whining, and clutching at the collar of his school shirt. and you’d follow his gaze, his eyes pointing at the clock above the mantle.

“better hurry up if you wanna cum, sweetheart.”

“you don’t want anybody walking in and seeing you like this, do you.”

His smirk would be high on his face, his hands - instead of on her hips - would be resting behind his head.

basically, he wanted you to get yourself off without any help. just knowing you’d much rather him take care of you and have his hands determine the rocking of your hips.

so, you’d start rocking your hips again, just like you had at the beginning, but the orgasm that bubbled inside the pit of your stomach was falling further and further away.

“freddie, please!”

“what is it, pretty girl?”

his nonchalance would have you seething, the furrow between your brows a clear indicator.

“can’t get off on your own, can you? only I can make you cum, isn’t that right?”

he’d have you begging and nodding, you’d be pulling at his wrists and placing them back where they belonged.

he’d definitely leave it to the last minute so you could cum, just basking in the risk of it all.

“come on, angel. you cum now, or you don’t cum at all.”

on the peak of your orgasm, pussy clenching around nothing and your clit throbbing, your arousal saturating the fabric upon fred’s leg.

the sound of faint footsteps would creep up on both of you. so sure there were people outside of the common room, only a single painting and a set of stairs was what shielded you both.

and I am sure that fred would push you off as soon as you came, ruining your orgasm completely.

and as the shocks coursed through your body, the painting would swing open and people would be piling into the stuffy common room.

fred would flip your pleated skirt down before anyone could get a glimpse of what was his, and you’d be sure people would be able to see the arousal dripping down your thighs and glistening against your hot skin.

your panties would be stuffed deep inside of fred’s pocket. 

“good girl. I’ll make it up to you later.”

[whiskery-louis]

Game Night

** Hi everyone here is my first imagine in a while and it is pretty long and there will be a part 2!

Synopsis: Luke and you broke up 6 months ago. Ashton invites you over for game night.

Luke Hemmings x reader

Warnings: None

Please enjoy and let me know what you think!!

*not my photo*

“Come on Y/N you have to come see us! We’re traveling across the country just to see you!” Ashton whined through the phone.

“Well I didn’t ask you too Ash. I can’t risk seeing him-”

“He’s not coming, he’s staying here with her. Hell I don’t even think he knows we left.”

You sighed, “Who exactly is ‘we’?”

“Me and Mikey,” you could hear the smile in his voice. You had always been the closest to him and Michael. Not that you and Calum weren’t close, it was just different.

“What about Cal?” you asked.

“He’s staying back so you know who doesn’t get suspicious about the three of us all leaving for a weekend.”

“I don’t know Ash,” you sighed again. “I have work and stuff. Plus I was supposed to see the twins this weekend, and I wanted to go to Target…” you trailed off as you rattled on with excuses.

“Oh please, you know you miss us just as much as we miss you. It’s been six months Y/N, just come hangout for the night. I promise it’s not gonna be anything big. Just you, me, Mike and Crystal. We’ll just do pizza and play some games. Please Y/N, we’re already at the airport and if you don’t come willingly we got your new address from Lacey.”

You mentally cursed your best friend, she knew you specifically didn’t give any of them your new address for this very reason. You were out of excuses and you could hear Ashton’s smirk through the phone. He had you cornered and he knew it.

“Fine. Text me your Airbnb info and I’ll come over tomorrow when I’m done work. But you better be getting the good pizza, and there better be drinks.”

“Yes she’s in!” you heard Mikey yell in the background. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face.

“Bye boys, safe flight.”

You hung up the phone and put your head in your hands. While part of you was very excited to see Ashton and Michael again there was still a part of you that was worried. There was too much history between you and him so of course they all knew about it. They tried not to take sides during the break up but everyone knew he had Calum and you had the other two. It was part of the reason that you had moved back home instead of trying to find a place to stay in L.A.. You could feel the tension that was building between the four of them and the last thing you wanted to do was ruin their friendships or their band. It was all way more important than you. 

You hadn’t really spoken to any of them much other than the casual ‘how are you’ texts here and there. But from him it had been radio silence for six months. Now here you were, five minute after speaking with Ashton and you were already more stressed than you’d be in week. What did you get yourself into?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was nearing 6:15 and you couldn’t bring yourself to pull up to the house, you had been circling the block for almost 20 minutes and every time you were about to stop you told yourself one more lap. You weren’t sure what was wrong with you, you knew it was only Ash, Mike and Crystal and yet just the thought of being around his friends was enough to make you sick. 

“Fuck it,” you muttered, finally pulling into the drive. You grabbed your bag, and although you hated to admit it, you were excited to see your old friends.

You walked up to the door and hesitantly knocked on it. As soon as your knuckles hit the wood you could hear yelling and footsteps running up to the door.

“Y/N!!!” Ashton yelled engulfing you in a massive hug.

“Can’t breathe…”

“Oi sorry, I’ve just missed you lots.” 

“I missed you too.” you grinned at him, wondering what you had been worried about all day. It felt like no time had passed.

“Well let her in the door man,” Michael spoke up from behind.

You smiled as you entered the house and walked over to Mikey hugging him hard.

“It’s been too long,” he muttered as he let you back.

“Well yeah, that kinda happens when there’s a global pandemic and I move across the county.”

You could tell Michael was going to tell you off for moving but Crystal came in the room then and thankfully saved you from talking about him.

She wrapped her arms around you giving you a quick hug, “It’s so good to see you, I’m glad you made it!”

“Me too, though if I didn’t come willingly I knew you’d show up on my doorstep.”

“You got that right,” she laughed, “It took all my energy to keep them in the house all day.”

“Well I appreciate it, I had a lot of work to get through today figuring I’ll still be hungover on Monday from this weekend.”

It was fitting that as soon as I mentioned being hungover we walked into the kitchen to a full stocked bar.

“Man I forgot you guys really go all out for game nights,” you couldn’t help but laugh at some of the fond memories.

“Okay so what game are we playing first?” Ashton asked as he handed you a drink.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two hours later and you really didn’t understand why you were so nervous to come. It was one of the best feelings catching up with your old friends and thankfully they didn’t bring him up once. You were in the middle of an intense game of charades, Crystal and you were kicking the boys asses.

“Alright do you guys want to give up yet? You’re never going to beat us so why not save yourselves the embarrassment.”

They both looked annoyed at how the game was progressing, “Well maybe if Mike could draw anything other than stick figures we would’ve stood a chance.” Ashton grumbled.

“And now you see why I always make sure someone else gets stuck with him,” Crystal laughed as she dodged the pen Michael threw at her.

You all laughed as you cleaned up and you went over to the stack of games, contemplating what you wanted to play next. You guys had made your way through a few different games and a few rounds of drinks and honestly you were exhausted. Since moving back home you didn’t hang out with many people other than Lacey and you forgot how much energy it took to be around people. You were tired but it was the best kind of tired. 

“Can we just watch a movie now? I’m tired of losing,” MIchael whined from the couch.

“That’s exactly what a sore loser would say,” you shot back.

Michael just smiled and shrugged his shoulders looking at you, “At least I know it, but I so call picking the movie.” He picked up the remote and started searching through Netflix looking for a good comedy that everyone would watch.

“Anyone up for another round?” Ashton asked and you nodded following him into the kitchen to help. It was silent as he rummaged through the alcohol looking for something new to drink. You hopped up on the counter waiting to see what he would make.

“So how have you really been?” he asked, breaking the silence.

You looked up at him, startly by his question and you could see him looking at you intently and knew exactly what he was talking about, or more so who he was talking about.

You chewed on your bottom lip as you contemplated what to tell him. “I’ve been fine.” you answered shortly.

He scoffed at your answer, “Come on Y/N, I know you better than that and as relaxed as you seem, there is still a part of you that is on edge. You ghosted us all when you left and it was like we lost a member of our family. So tell me the truth, how are you really?”

His answer startled you, and you blinked to keep the tears at bay. “Ash I really don’t wanna ruin the night and talk about him. Can we just table it for now and go back in there with Mike and Crystal. I really don't wanna bring the mood down.” You stared back at him and there must’ve been something in your eyes because he dropped it. He handed you a drink and the two of you went back into the other room. 

“Hey what were you two talking about?” Crystal asked as you sat next to her on the couch, a knowing look in her eye.

You elbowed her subtly, “Debating if Mikey was gonna pick a shitty movie or not,” you laughed.

“Don’t hate until you see it, it’s a good one you all like.” He pointed to the TV and you saw Shrek was on. “Also you could say thank you I ordered a pizza and it should be here in about 30 minutes.”

“Didn’t you just eat a plate of buffalo chicken dip and mac’n’cheese?”

He shrugged, “If it’s a problem Y/N then you can’t have any.” He stuck his tongue out at you.

You held your hands up in defense “No, no. Just asking, I’m for sure eating that pizza.”

“That’s what I thought,” Michael replied smugly.

You just rolled your eyes at him and sat back to begin the movie. Not even 10 minutes later and there was a knock on the door.

“Y/N since you were so judgy you can go answer the door.”

“Fine, fine. Though you suck at telling time Mikey, this was way less than 30 minutes.”

You got up from the couch and made your way to the door excited that the pizza was here much earlier than anticipated. There was another knock on the door as you were opening it. You froze when you saw who was there. 

Luke.

He must not have been expecting you either because he had a dumbfounded look on his face, and his fist was frozen in mid knock.

“Y/N?” he breathed, his eyes boring into yours.

It was silent and you both just stood there and stared at each other. It had been six months since you had seen him and although there were some noticeable changes he was still the same Luke who broke your heart all those months ago. His arms were larger and his shoulders slightly broader. His hair was longer, his roots growing out which somehow suited him more. He had shaved his quarantine beard but the stubble was growing back. His eyes were the same blue that you fell in love with, but they were missing the usual mischievous glint.

“Luke why are you just-” Calum was caught off walking up behind Luke, his face lighting up when he saw you. “Y/N?! What are you doing here? It’s so good to see you!” He squeezed past Luke and pulled you into a tight embrace.

You had no words as you hugged Cal back, you were still in shock at them being here and you couldn’t take your eyes off Luke,

“What the hell is taking so long?” Ashton came around the corner and froze when he saw the new additions to the party. “Oh you guys are early…” he trailed off.

At his statement you felt the rage building in your veins, you pushed Calum off of you turning to Ashton the anger seeping out of you. “I’m sorry what? They’re what Ashton?”

He looked sheepishly at you, “Surprise?” he shrugged his shoulders, with a slight smile on his face.

You couldn’t believe this. It was all a setup. The whole night was a trick for you to see him again when Ashton knew more than anything that it was the last thing you wanted. You were at a loss for words, as much as you wanted to yell, you didn’t have the energy anymore.

“Look we can explain…”

You held your hand up cutting him off, “Don’t Ashton, just don’t. I don’t want to hear it. I’m leaving.”

You stormed into the other room, to get you things. MIchael was trying to look busy but the guilt was written all over his face. Crystal was sitting next to him with her arms crossed glaring at her fiance, she looked up when you walked in.

“I am so sorry Y/N, I had no idea or I would’ve never let them pull this stunt.”

You gave her a weak smile, “I’m just going to get my things and go.”

Michael turned and looked like he was going to say something, but one look from Crystal silenced him.

“Thanks for the fun while it lasted, but please don’t reach out again,” you heard footsteps behind you and knew the others had followed you into the room. “I thought maybe I could be friends with some of you,” you pointedly looked at Luke, “But if this is the shit you are going to pull them I am out. I’m sorry but I cannot go through this again. I just can’t.”

With that you grabbed your bag and all but ran out of the house. As you sat in your car you were thankful that you didn’t have too much to drink and were able to drive yourself home. The thirty minute drive seemed to take forever. All you wanted was your bed and to be distracted by Netflix. After what felt like an eternity you pulled into your driveway and walked into your house. You threw your bag on the table and couldn't believe the night you had. You knew Ashton and Michael had wanted you to talk to Luke when you first broke up, but that was six months ago. You never thought that they would pull this shit tonight. It was almost more painful this time as you realized you had to cut all of them out of your life and not just Luke. 

You hadn’t expected to see him tonight and it really messed you up. You had spent the last six month erasing him from your life, as much as you could. You put everything he gave you into a box that was hidden in your basement. You tried to throw it away but it felt wrong somehow. He was too big a part of your life to completely get rid of. Lacey once asked you why you didn’t get rid of it all and you knew she thought it meant you still loved him but that wasn’t it. You just couldn’t bear to part with everything that had once brought you so much happiness. You hadn’t opened the box since you moved back home, as you went downstairs to bring it to the kitchen, you knew it was going to hurt more after seeing him tonight, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

You spent over an hour looking through all the memories the two of you had made during your time together and you were a mess sitting on the floor with tears rolling down your face. Maybe it was from the exhaustion that raked your body or the alcohol that was still in your system but you left the contents of the box sprawled over the island and slipped on his old Nirvana shirt before going to your bed and finally falling asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next thing you knew you were being jolted awake by a banging on your door. You looked at the clock and groaned when you saw it was only 8:00am. Who the hell would be here so early. Hoping it was just a package you rolled back over and tried to fall back asleep, when the person knocked again.

You signed as you rolled out of bed and trudged downstairs in nothing but the old shirt you fell asleep in. Rubbing your eyes as they adjusted to the brightness, you opened the door and had to squint to see who was there.

“Y/N, you uh forgot your phone and I wanted to make sure it got back to you safely.”

You hated that your heart skipped a beat as your name rolled off his lips, your eyes focused on him and the events of last night came back to you instantly.

“Luke.”

[forthehpfanboys]

Bloody Knuckles and Sunshine

Pair: Harry Potter x Reader; he/him.

Summary: Harry loved his ball of sunshine and will do anything, including throwing hands at a dude a head taller than him, to protect it from harm.

Warnings: Mention of the f slur, Fighting, fluffy tho, also small homophobiaaaa

Notes: I loved this, dang-it. Hufflepuff reader!

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

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Harry put a finger to his lips, signaling to be quiet. He smirked when he saw your friend's eyes light up with mischief and silently agreed. He slowly inched forward, waiting until he was all but pressed against your back. He lunged forward, covering your eyes before whispering ‘guess who?’ in your ear.

He let out a laugh when you screamed successfully catching the attention of everyone in the dining hall. He pulled his hands away only to wrap them around your waist, watching how your face melted into a color to rival a strawberry. He laughed harder when you pulled your hood up to hide your blush. 

“Harry, you jerk!” You squeaked out while your friends snickered into their hands. “That wasn’t funny!”

“Aw, I’m sorry, love. You’re right, I’m a big meanie.” He said between chuckles, kissing your hood covered cheek. He laughed louder when you slapped his arm. “How is my favorite ray of sunshine doing this evening?” Harry took any opportunity he could to see you blush and it was quite easy to do, especially with such a soft nickname that fit you perfectly. Seriously, you’re smile lit up entire rooms and Harry levied for it. 

“Well, I was telling Cedric about this kneazle kit I found out by the bushes yesterday but now I wanna melt into the black lake and never come back.” You grumbled, slowly pulling your hood down when you were sure the attention and blush had faded. You smiled when Harry responded with a fake gasp of shock.

“And you didn’t tell me? After being your boyfriend for three months?”

“Three and a half-”

“That’s even worse!” Harry pouted at you, cheering internally when he managed to make you blush just the slightest. 

Truth be told, you’d been dating the wonder boy for 3.5 months and it all started because you’d bumped into him one random day. You’d apologized so quietly and swiftly, he nearly missed your American accent. He told you it was alright and you ran off before he could get a name. He ended up seeing you later that day, during dinner at the dining hall. They did a quick welcome ceremony for you before sorting you with the hat. Harry was practically leaping for joy when you were put in Hufflepuff. He was just grateful at the time to not have to deal with another Slytherin who’d judge people for something as simple as blood status. 

While you were quiet and shy and reserved and just overall the softest human Harry had ever met, he tried to talk to you whenever he could. He managed to break your shell a little bit each day, slowly spending more time with you and introducing you to his friends. 

You’d study with Hermione and help her tutor the other two dorks in the group. You’d play wizard's chess with Ron where most games end in a tie, but ever so often you would beat him, as would he. Long story short, his friends love you and at this point, Harry was loving you too, just a little differently. He wanted to hold you at night and fall asleep in your arms. He wanted to bake your favorite cookies just to see you smile. He wanted to see your bright eyes reflect the stars so badly.

So one day he did it. He asked you on a date in the middle of one of your chess games with Ron, leading to Ron winning because you were far too distracted by the males request. You did end up saying yes though, which rocked his hard harder than anything else. 

He took you to Hogsmeade, obviously. He showed you the shops, since this was the first time you’d been. He introduced you to the lovely world of Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks. One date led to another, then another, then another, until it was literally a weekly thing. He saved Friday after school for you and only you. It was, actually, really cute. 

At every month milestone of you two being official boyfriends, he’d try to do something immensely special. In the first month, he took you out on the quidditch brooms for a night ride out. You gazed at the sky together, watched the sun set and returned to cuddle in his arms in the common room of Gryffindor tower. Second month, the two of you went adventuring in the Forbidden Forest, with Hagrid low-key third wheeling to make sure you were safe, then a cute picnic by the Black Lake. This month, he’d snuck you into the Shrieking Shack just so you’d get scared and confide in him. It was terrifying, but he made up for it with snuggles and treats swiped from the kitchen after hours. You were excited to see what month four had coming.

“Oh, stop. You’re acting like a big baby.” You giggled out, leaning over to kiss his shoulder. You waved your friends off when they faked a few gags. “What brings ya over here, anyway?”

“What? I can’t see my ball of sunshine? I’m hurt, (Y/n)! You wound me!” Harry scoffed, placing a hand over his chest as if his heart had shattered like a mirror. He looked around at your friends when they all grew quiet. “..What?”

“You usually only come over here to tease him or because someone specific and blonde was staring at him from across the room.” Cedric spoke up, his eyebrows cocked up while Harry’s furrowed in confusion.

“What? Do I?” Harry turned to you, his eyes shining with worry. You bit down on your lip before slowly nodding your head. You spoke up quickly when he let out a pain filled groan.

“But that’s ok because I get to see you in herbology, potions and astronomy!” You waved your hands, trying to show it really wasn’t a big deal. It really wasn’t! You got to see him a lot and understood he couldn’t be with you 24/7 and that his friends wanted his attention too, so it was fine. 

“I’ll do better.”

“What? Harry, no! Love, you’re fine!” You squeaked out, cupping his cheek gently. “Honestly, it’s ok.” You pulled your hand away when he swung one leg over the bench to straddle it next to you. 

“Are you sure?” Harry stared into your eyes, basically scanning your soul for lies like a bar code. You nodded your head again, planting a soft kiss on his nose. “Ok..” He smiled, pulling you to him before planting his own peck against your lips. 

He only pulled back when someone chose to shout a specific f slur across the room. The raven haired male didn’t hesitate to stand up. His eyes were scanning across the now quiet dining hall.

“Who said it?” Harry’s voice was not filled with sweetness. It was filled to the brim with venom and it only became more obvious when no one spoke up. “Oh, come on now! You weren’t scared to shout before! Don’t be shy now!” 

Neither you nor Harry batted an eye when McLaggen stood up. The blonde bimbo had been anything but pleasant toward you when you made your relationship public. 

“I’m just saying what we’re all thinking, Harry.” McLaggen’s cocky voice spoke up as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. Cormac’s cockiness faded when McGonagall began spouting about intolerable language in Hogwarts and how that word was one of the many students should know better than to say. While the Gryffindor headmaster was going off, Harry didn’t hesitate to walk around the table, despite your protests, and punch the bloke square in the jaw.

You jumped up from your seat just as Cormac’s behind hit the floor of the dining hall. Harry  followed the bloke to the ground, deciding to bruise his ego and pretty face further. Upon order of McGonagall, the twins and Lee jumped up, separating Harry and McLaggen. Fred held Harry back while George and Jordan carried the idiot out of the hall. 

Once Harry stropped squirming, Fred let go, allowing you to scurry over and grab his hands. You also dragged him out of the dining hall much to McGonagall’s disliking, but went in the opposite direction as the quidditch players. You took him to the courtyard, setting him down on a step before kneeling in front of him. 

“Harry.” You spoke up, looking down at his right hands knuckles, that were covered in blood. “Come on, babe.” You whispered out, your heart cracking at the sight of your love hurt.

“I know..” Harry grumbled, his eyes also staring at the red liquid coming from his knuckles. 

“So, why do you keep fighting? Words can sting just as much as a punch.” You spoke up, reaching into Harry’s robe and pulling his wand out of the pocket. You transfigured a handful of leaves into a roll of bandages before shoving the wand into Harry’s not bloody hand and started wrapping up his knuckles.

“Because you’re too soft on people.” Harry looked down at his knees, his hands coming to his sides to rest against the stone. He started drawing a pathetic portrait of the two of you sitting at some.. Beach? Maybe it was grass. Poor babe couldn’t draw that well.

“Hun, people have reasons behind the things they say and do..” You rested a hand against his shoulder. He looked up from his drawing in the dirt to gaze up at you, his eyes big and innocent even after a fight.

“I know..” He grumbled again. “But he deserved it this time, babe, you know he did. If it wasn’t me, it’d be Cedirc or Ron for Merlin’s sake.” 

“I know..” You sat down next to the raven haired male, pulling him to your side and letting him lean his head against your shoulder. “I’m not mad, ya know? It.. It was nice.” You bit your lip. Harry knows that hesitation. His eyes snapped up to yours, noting the soft blush across your cheeks.

“Oh, really, sunshine? You like it when I play knight?” He wiggled his eyebrows, smirking a little when your soft pink cheeks turned brighter in hue.

“May-.. No, I’m not giving you a reason to keep getting bloody knuckles.” You shook your head, gazing across the courtyard.

“Oooh, you do like it when I play knight!”

“Harry, no.”

“Harry yes!”

“Harry, no!” You shouted, your voice slightly sterner. Harry wasn’t used to you being so stern or loud, it was kinda scary. “Do not get into more fights just to fluster me.” Your shy demeanor came back ten fold, causing him to smirk wider.

“Of course not! Why would I do that, sunshine?” Harry snickered, his arms wrapping around your waist and kissing the base of your neck. He wasn’t going to bring up every year he managed to find himself in literal life or death situations or the fact that he was most likely going to be defending you again.

“Because your Harry Potter and ‘I-Fight-Homophobs’ really should be your middle name.” You smiled, praying he didn’t notice how hot your body had gotten from the heat. He let out a final laugh, his lips planting a big kiss to your cheek. “Harry, seriously, though. No more fights. It’s scary.”

“No, I know! Whatever you say.”

“I’m serious!”

“No, I know!”

“Then where are you going?”

“To finish what I started! Just five minutes, sunshine. Just five, I promise!”

“Harry, no!”

[twisted-in-wonderland-jay]

Aww! sorry for not clarifying it! Yes, the tweels means Jade and Floyd since "twin eels" wwww but if you are comfortable doing it separately, then please separate haha. Thank you and sorry again for the confusion! 😳👉👈

Sneaking away for a hidden kiss~

“Now you all have your papers, Please identified each plant on the list and report back, I’ll be walking around making sure no one is messing around and so I can help where needed. Disperse pups.” Master Crewel left us to our own devices and we all walked around to find the plants. The botanical garden was massive and the plants grew everywhere, “How are we ever going to find what we need?” You said with a sigh. As you turned a corner you saw Jade crouched down examining a specimen.

“Cardiac Glycosides*. Quite beautiful flowers huh?” Jade looked to you as you draw near.

“Their beautiful,” You reach out to touch them, but a hand grabbed your wrist. “Huh?!” Jade still looking at the flowers had grabbed your wrist. Jade began to stand and spoke,

“It’s best not to touch, it won’t kill you, but if you touch your face after touching the plant you might break out or worse if you touched your mouth it call cause problems.”

“Wa!? W-why would the garden have plants like this?!” Jade let go and pointed to the students of Pomefiore.

“They use it in poisons to cause dizziness, vomiting, and worse. Dead if not treat-“Jade stopped, “Let’s get off that topic, you look pale, come on let’s get you something to drink.” You walk with Jade, holding his hand as you went to get water.

After Jade parted ways with you, you continued you find plants and some how found Jade again. You saw a big plant next to you and hid behind it so you could scare Jade by pulling him to you suddenly. You laughed to yourself at your brilliance, he wouldn’t suspect a thing...

You looked out of the corner of your eye to see Jade by himself walking towards your direction, he was distracted by the plants next to him.

“3...2..1.go.” you whispered, as you turned you grab him... YOU were grabbed and “K-k-kissed!!! What!” You yelled in your head. You stared at the man in front of you as he kissed you. He forced you to step back a couple steps into the tall plants behind you. You finally closed your eyes and kissed the man back, for it was Jade. You should’ve known he would figure out your plan, but he hadn’t see you so you didn’t know how he knew. Jade picked you up and grabbed your thighs, not a moment after your back gently touched the warm wall behind you. Jade put you down and continued to kiss you.

“What were you doing behind there?” Jade moved back and looked down at you.

“I I just wanted to-” Jade kissed you again, wanting another kiss you tried to kiss him again and said,

“Aww are you being needy? You could’ve said so~ If you wanted me,” He shifts his weight to one leg and slides his leg between your thighs pushing you further against the wall. Jade laughed a low laugh and lifted your chin up so your eyes met his. Jade pulls back and lets go of your chin. He whispers back to you “Let’s not get caught. Master Crewel is still walking around.” He then walked away.

Cardiac Glycosides* Aka “Lilly of The Valley”. One of my brothers play Minecraft and I think it’s a plant in Minecraft but I could be wrong, also all my days of gardening and research has paid off.🎶

The lounge had a big event today so you haven’t seen Floyd all day, you decide to stop by and grab a drink before going back into the festival. Though it was busy you found a seat at the bar.

Hell even Ruggie was running around the lounge for extra work. You put down the menu and see Jade in front of you.

“Good afternoon. Enjoying the festivities?”

“Hm. Oh yeah, but it’s quite hot out there.”

“I see what can I get you?”

“The usual please.”

Jade continues to clean a glass, listening to but then, leans in “Don’t look behind you but-“

“SHRIMP Chan!!!” You jurked forward, Floyd had ran full speed into your back and pushed you forward into the table. Floyd laughed and pushed his face into your neck. One of the Octavinelle students yelled to Jade and he left. Floyd slid his hands from your shoulders to your hands, “Come on shrimp~ I have something to show you~”

He takes you away, looking around to make sure that no one was watching. He then runs down the hall leading to the dorm rooms “Come on~”.

Floyd then stopped running and turned around to look at you. “Ya know you have beautiful eyes right?”

“I thought you had something to show me. Not to talk about my eyes.”

“That’s right Shrimp-chan. I want to show you something only you can see.” Floyd still holding your hands walked back a bit and gently threw himself into the wall, you falling into him as he caught your hips.

His lips meeting yours, you could tell he was bored of working and just wanted you, by the way he kissed you. He melted into the kiss and fell back against the wall, sliding down as you followed. Now sitting in his lap, it became hot.

“I don’t wanna go back to that stupid event. It’s the-“ He kissed you again and again, “Same thing every year-“ He took a breath “So boring~ I’d rather be here with you~” He laid his head in the crook on your neck, as he slide his arms around your waist and hugged you.

“You have a job to do, Floyd.” You pull back just far enough that he could look up at you. “Tell you what, once your shift is over we can hang out and have fun.” Floyd’s sad face changed to his what you thought ‘adorable little smile’ it was soft and gentle, not his usual teethe grin. He nodded and picked you up as he stood. He kissed you again as he put yo down and took your hand in his as you walked back to the lounge. Floyd swung your hand back and forth, but let go as soon as you got back. Floyd kissed your temple and went back to work after a little “bye bye~”.

You heard someone clear their throat, you look over your shoulder to see Jade again. “Your drink is ready. Also I hope you know you were against the tanks glass, I don’t know how many people saw but I serenely did.”

I’m so sorry that my fanfic skills are rusty... I haven’t written a fanfic in awhile so these are kinda short.🎶

[vintagedolan]

hiraeth: initial concept

*this is a concept train!! in short, that means you all send in asks and tell me what you wanna see! so feel free to send me in whatever you want to see happen (it would be awesome if you guys send them kinda in order of plot like not jumping way ahead or anything if you know what I mean hehe. anyways, hope you enjoy, and here is my askbox for concepts!! love yah!*

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1: The Valley Isle

“What makes Hawaiian shaved ice Hawaiian? Isn’t it just ice and syrup?”

“Well, every morning we go out and collect water from the waterfall in our backyard, and then we freeze it into ice cubes shaped like the islands, and then we shave each one special into our various menu sizes.”

“Really?!”

“No. Your total is $5.47.”

Koa looked up from the syrup station, reaching over and smacking Kahua’s arm.

“Dude. Do you want to get fired?” She kept her voice low so it didn’t travel past the window.

He just laughed and grabbed the banana syrup, finishing off the mound of ice and sticking a spoon in the side before passing it out the window to the woman who’d asked the question. 

“Yes. My master plan is to get in trouble, blame it on you, get it put on your permanent record so you lose all your future jobs and have to stay here with me forever.” 

“You act like you aren’t going to also be in LA in literally three months.”

“And you act like you aren’t leaving me here on this rock, alone, for three months,” Kahua countered, turning to switch out the withering ice block from the machine. 

Koa looked out over the rainbow of syrups, taking in the view.

Her and Kahua had been calling Maui a rock for years - since third grade, to be precise. She didn’t say it often, and especially not to any tourists who were coming to visit. To them, Maui was paradise. Tropical, perfect weather, perfect beaches. Koa could see it. She understood the allure. But when she thought of her paradise, it came in the shape of a bustling city, of opportunities and new faces and places. 

LA.

Kahua called it the haole’s dream. The white girl’s dream. Didn’t matter how many times he complained about being on the same island his whole life, he never really wanted to leave it. The fact that Koa wanted to was seen as borderline criminal by half her ohana, but she pushed their comments and insults aside.

There were only two opinions that she really cared about anyways. 

First was Nahele; her older brother. She didn’t have to ask him what he thought - he’d moved to Texas as soon as he could, started up a food truck in Austin, named it 808 GRINDZ and brought every hawaiian cooking method he knew along with him. He’d been making a life for himself ever since then, and he was ecstatic when Koa told him she was moving. The thought of having family on the mainland, even halfway across the country, was comforting enough.

But the most important one? That was Amosa. 

Amosa, who called her when he knew she’d be walking to her car after she clocked out.

“Hi Dad.”

“Kaikamahine, my girl. How was your shift?”

“Busy, but it was fine. They gave me a card for a free small everyday that you can have, but you gotta get the sugar free syrup when you use it.”

“Yeah yeah,” he laughed. Even over the phone, Koa could hear the waves in the background, and she knew where he was before he said it. “Come to the dock.”

“Did you book another tour?” She couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice.

“Come to the dock,” he said, his quiet way of saying no. “I’ll see you soon. Aloha wau iā 'oe.”

“Love you too.”

The drive to the boat dock was short, and the parking lot was busy as ever. Koa passed the bigger boats, with their names in fancy script screen printed on the side. Their buoys and extra snorkel gear, the bars nestled in the middle of the deck, an extra incentive for the tourists to book with them. Everyone loves a mai tai after all.

The Honu Nai sat at her spot on the dock, the farthest to the left. She had three years on any other snorkel boat out there. Her bow was worn, paint sanded off by the salt and sun over time and travel through the waves. But the little drawing of the smiling turtle still shone through on the side, despite the fact that Koa had painted it almost 10 years ago. 

Over the edge, Koa could see her father. He was cleaning, like usual, organizing all of the extra gear that he had on the boat. The kids section was scarce again, all the smaller sized wetsuits, snorkels and fins barely taking up a rack. Koa knew why - if there was ever a kid on his snorkel tour who couldn’t afford their own gear, he’d ‘lend’ it to them. Every kid deserves to see the underwater world, he would say. It changes you, shows you what life is really about.

Koa had been in the ocean since before she could walk. If she wasn’t where she was supposed to be, she was one of two places; either diving under a wave somewhere, or writing in her notebook. Or, one of her notebooks at least. 

“No book today?” He asked when she jumped aboard.

“Already packed them up.”

Amosa couldn’t think about the suitcases in her room without the tears starting to form. He blinked them away and looked out to the sea of blue. 

“Did you pack your snorkel gear?”

“Dad. You know I’m not going to see shit in the ocean in California,” she sighed, moving over to him and putting an arm around him. 

“I know, I know. They have sea lions I’ve heard. Maybe they’ll be friendly.”

“I’ve heard they stink.” She laid her head on his shoulder gently, closing her eyes when he kissed her head.

“Well. We have 5 hours until you have to get to the airport, and I say that’s just enough time for one more run, hmmm?”

Koa didn’t want to. She couldn’t think of many things worse than having salt all over her skin for a 6 hour plane ride. But the excitement in his eyes was irresistible, so she simply nodded and offered him a smile, letting go so he could get them on their way out to the reef. 

She sat on the bow as they headed out to sea, closed her eyes and soaked in the spray off the waves. Her dad laughed when they hit a particularly big one, cutting through the crest so much that it splashed up onto the deck. He used to do it on purpose when she was a little girl just to hear her giggle and have her running back to him. 

They made it to their favorite place quickly, and Koa didn’t hesitate to put her mask on and get to work. She took the line and dove over the side, tying it to the anchor hook under the water before coming back up. Amosa dropped the ladder for her on the back, but she didn’t need it. She was watching the reef. 

Moorish Idols. That’s what she wanted to see. They were second only to green sea turtles - honu in Hawaiian. But they were the most beautiful fish, with their delicate top fin that tapered off to a tail. She was always excited to find one and show the kids on tours. All she had to say was look for Gill from Finding Nemo and they were able to spot them. She floated for a while, watching the fish dart around, even spotting a small reef shark about 15 yards to the right before she decided to climb back in to see her dad. 

He passed her a towel and smiled at her as she sat down. All he could do was look at her for a moment, taking her in. His baby girl, on the boat she’d practically grown up in for the last time in a while.

He put on his brave face, and forced his biggest smile. “You ready to go out there?”

Koa sighed. 

“I don’t know how to tell.” 

“You’ll do great. You’re capable, and it won’t be long until you’re writing your own books instead of writing for these… whatever boys.”

“Dolan. Their names are Ethan and Grayson Dolan.” 

“Well, like I said. Soon it’ll be your stories out there instead of someone else’s, with your name instead of theirs.” He said it with such certainty that she couldn’t help but believe him. Maybe it was the salt water left over in her eyes, or the glare of the sun off the ocean, but she began to tear up. 

“Thanks for always supporting me dad. It means the world. I’m sorry I have to go so far away, I wish I could stay.” It was true - she just needed the money from the Dolan’s to get herself started, and then she’d come back, help her father.

Amosa smiled. 

“Kaikamahine, it’s just an ocean between us.” He reached out for her cheek. “And we know the ocean, don’t we.”

“She’s an old friend,” Koa said, her heart tight in her chest. 

“Exactly. Now c’mon, let’s get you home and on your way.”

Across the ocean and 3 hour time change, Grayson Dolan was pacing. 

“It’s gonna be fine.” Ethan said.

“Shut the fuck up Ethan,” Grayson said. 

That was the extent of most of their conversations over the last three days. Actually, that’s how all of them had been since Ethan had signed a deal with their agent for a ghostwritten book about their lives.

“It’ll get more people connected to us, the right people-”

“Has it ever fucking occurred to you that I’m tired of that shit? That I’m tired of people prying into my fucking life? What if I don’t wanna connect with anyone else, what if I just wanna be left the fuck alone? But no, now we’re gonna have some fucking stranger asking us a million fucking questions and digging for information in my own fucking house where I just wanna exist.”

Ethan didn’t have an answer for that. He’d fucked up, and he knew it. But he also knew that he signed a contract, and there was no backing out of it now. Grayson rubbed his hand over his eyes.

“When does the writer get here?”

“She flies in tonight.”

“Fucking fantasic. Can’t wait.” 

With that, Grayson walked back to his room, leaving his twin alone in the living room with his hands in his pockets.

[ghostlight-express]

OC heights & approximate ages!

Sol - 5' (152cm) & late 20s

Rena - 5'7" (170cm) & mid 20s

Mel - 178cm (5'10") & appears to be late 20s

Oz - 180cm (5'11") & appears to be late 20s

Eira - 163cm (5'4") & mid 20s

Ramble about Mel & Oz under the readmore.

I haven't decide yet if for this AU I want them to actually be from the pokemon world or if I want it so something happened that took them from their world & put them here (& they decided to just roll with it I guess).

EDIT: I've decided that this is just an AU, they're born in the pokemon world instead of being isekai'd into it. The whole "they have memories from their original world" thing just isn't really necessary and removing it changes basically nothing.

In their original world Mel & Oz are immortal & several centuries old.

I kinda like the idea of them being born in the pokemon world & they're just a couple of weirdos (and I also kinda wanna draw them as little kids with their partner pokemon) but also. If they're not originally from this world that makes them even more mysterious (and probably better capable of running a whole museum & haunted area thing by themselves, given they are immortal necromancers). Some of the things they say are weird not because they're creepy twins who surround themselves with ghost/psychic/dark pokemon, but weird because they're talking about things that don't exist in this world.

Or maybe some middle ground where something happens to them in their world & they're reborn in the pokemon world with all their memories in tact? Little kids Mel & Oz talking about stuff from their world & the adults around them just think they have very active imaginations. They will often talk & act very mature for their age & it adds to the creepiness.

I was also thinking about having them being born in Galar, but they move to Kalos because they heard about a haunted abandoned castle there. That is of course, Maudit Castle, which they end up buying & restoring (well, the don't restore the West Wing so much as just fixing it up so it's not dangerous to be in so they can have it as a "haunted house" type attraction in the fall). They fix up the gardens to attract ghost/psychic/dark pokemon & let them come & go as they please. Maybe they have some pokemon trained to be sort of escorts? So if people who aren't trainers want to check put the gardens, they have a pokemon escort them just in case there's a wild pokemon that is aggressive (they also make sure that visitors don't instigate or bully the wild pokemon).

I keep thinking about having something about an unbound Spiritomb in an underground room. It could be the reason for the unfortunate & somewhat bloody history of the castle, but when Mel & Oz take over they trap it in an odd keystone. In their original world, if they came across particularly malevolent spirits that refused to left them help them cross over, they would be forced to exorcise them. Reborn in the pokemon world however, they can't really do that. They aren't necromancers here, "magic" works differently here. They're just regular humans (who happen to have hundreds of years worth of memories from another world).

So there's a Spiritomb in the basement. They initially keep it in a special pokeball in a locked room. They work on trying to tame it because they don't want to keep it trapped in a room in the basement forever, that would be cruel. It may be made up of malevolent spirits but it is a pokemon now, and it is capable of change.

Eventually they are able to get it to chill out enough that they can let it out of it's pokeball unsupervised within the room. And then when they've eventually official befriended it, they let it wander around the basement (they let their trained pokemon have free range of the whole castle and some of them like hanging out in the basement so it won't be alone). And THEN, eventually, they trust it enough to let it out of the basement. At some point it decides that it wants to hang out in the main foyer whenever the museum is open & keep watch over everyone who comes through so Mel & Oz just make it part of the security team, and it takes it's job very seriously.

I also just realized that idk if Spiritomb is even capable of like. Moving around? I assume that if the odd keystone technically has it trapped that Spiritomb can't move the keystone & is stuck where it's set down. I like the idea of the twins giving it a little wagon or something so it can roll around freely. Some kid sneaks into the West Wing when it isn't open and they hear something rolling down the hallway. They turn to find Spiritomb coming at them full speed & they're just scared shitless & flee.

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The Accidental Family - Chapter 3

Henry Cavill x OFC multi-chapter

< Chap 2 | Chap 3 Is there a handbook to this? | Chap 4 >

Disclaimer: Fluff, some strong language

Word count: 2.080

Author’s note: I had a super fun online dinner with my in-laws yesterday. Me and my boyfriend cooked all the courses and had them sent out to everyone - we had a blast! I hope all of you dear readers are doing okay; I’m sending all my love to you! And..of course another chapter of this little series ❤️

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‘Have fun tonight. And if it’s too much; take a break.’ The nurse shot Henry a warning glare before she stepped out of the door, Henry’s warm smile showing just how eager he was to send her out so he and Bee could get the house ready for the arrival of the kids.

THE KIDS. HOLY… The thought alone made his stomach jump in excitement and terror.

Clicking the door closed, he was met with the mildly worried gaze of Phoebe, her arms folded over her long sleeve shirt, long blond hair braided away from her face.

‘What?’ Henry gulped, thinking he had done something wrong.

But Phoebe just grinned, her lips curling in a smile. ‘I never thought I’d see a man this excited to learn he was the father of four kids..but here we are.’

‘Well, can’t back up now, can I?’

Phoebe let out a chuckle. ‘You bet your ass you can’t, Mr Cavill!’ But as the words escaped her lips, that all familiar agony moved over her face. ‘I mean. It’s okay, if it’s..not what you want. I mean, you can’t remember and..it’s a lot..and..’

‘Bee.’ Henry sighed. She was right to think this was a lot to take in. And he was looking at a long recovery time. Many patients changed after such a traumatic event. And even though he thought he had always wanted this, a family, it was like being hit by a train at full speed, the way he was thrown in a life he didn’t know how to live. He cleared his throat and stepped in closer, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip. ‘So, what do we do now?’

Phoebe sighed. ‘Well, they’re just here for a visit. But I thought we could make some tea and biscuits and..’

‘I’ll make the tea.’ Henry smiled.

‘Sure?’

‘That I am. Though I’m so sure on how I am to handle four kids.’

Phoebe stepped in and clasped a hand around his shoulder, squeezing it gently. ‘Two hours, that’s it. And if it’s too much, you just head upstairs and we’ll say you needed to sleep early - they’re familiar with that.’

Henry looked down at her hand on his shoulder, her fingers quickly letting go, thinking he disliked it. He took another deep breath and slowly nodded. ‘Any other..things?’

Phoebe shrugged and laughed. ‘Well. I don’t even know where to start.’

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Henry was glad he was about 4 times the size of these four little monkeys, because by the time their shoes were removed and Kal was decorated with their scarves, Henry was next in line to be welcomed by their grabby hands which clung to him like they were a pack of little Koala bears.

Henry thought he had plenty of experience with his little nephews and nieces. But this sure was different. Tumbles of dark brown curls cascaded over mischievous pairs of blue eyes, the youngest one somehow the fastest of them all as he crawled around the living room as if possessed, little knees thudding on the floorboards.

‘DADDDYYYY.’ They all screamed, tugging at his clothes and starting different stories all at the same time, their eager hands begging for his attention as their eyes lit up with excitement.

There was the eldest, Sam, a shy 4 year old boy. There were the twins. A boy and girl, Max and Piper - a rowdy bunch, now 3 years old. And the youngest, 1 year old Cole, named after his granddaddy, the same granddaddy having opted for settling down in the reading chair in the corner as he waited for the storm to pass.

‘H-hi.’ Henry breathed, looking down at the bouncing heads of his kids, his hands awkwardly brushing over their curls.

‘Daddy! Daddy! Did you see my draw-things?! I made like,’ The little girl widened her arms. ‘THIS many.’

‘OH, did you now? That’s a lot.’

‘Yea, and granny helped! And we baked cookies and..’ - ‘Daddy, I need to go peepee!!!’

And then the youngest started to cry as he failed to get the attention he wanted, his bone wrenching, shrilly cries reverberating through the suddenly much too small living room. Henry looked in panic at Phoebe and his mom, who were looking at the situation in mild shock; maybe it had been a little too rash to introduce him to ALL the kids at once. But here they were. Clinging to him like it was just another Tuesday. Four monkey babies, excited to see their dad after what seemed like a lifetime in their short little lives.  

It took another fifteen minutes to somewhat calm the children, Henry having settled on a dining room chair as he watched the four pairs of blue eyes that stared back at him. The youngest had settled on Phoebe’s lap, his head rested on her slow breathing chest, and the twins had settled on the carpet, twiddling with the long strings of the rug as they nagged yet again that they were bored.

‘But I want my toys mommm.’ Piper nagged.

Next up was the youngest, who started to cry again, making Phoebe sigh in exasperation as she bounced him on her lap, before she decided it best to take a little walk, her slim legs walking out into the hallway, leaving Henry with the other three kids and his parents.

‘Are you my daddy?’ Sam frowned, sitting on the couch next to his grandma, large blue eyes studying the strangely familiar being that was Henry. Henry gulped at the boy’s question, his lack of knowledge of these children making the situation ever the more painful.

‘I eh..’ He frowned as he heard even louder crying coming from the kitchen, Phoebe trying her best to shush the crying babe. ‘I am.’

‘So why don’t you play with us?!’ Max exclaimed, falling down on his little back, hands stretching out to poke at his sister who growled like an annoyed little tiger cub.

‘MAAXXXX. Granny he’s doing it - OUCH - GRANNYYY.’

‘You two! Calm it, or you’ll go in time-out.’

‘But daddy is being weirdddd.’ Max protested, jutting out his lip.

‘But I’m still your daddy.’ Henry said, slowly crawling from his seat to settle down on the rug as well, his eyes searching the gaze of the twins, whose eyes immediately lit up - playtime? PLAYTIME!

‘So you’re going to play with us?’

‘HORSEYYYYY.’ Piper cheered, crawling out to Henry to tug on his sweater to climb up to his back. Henry, however, was quick to stop her, before she’d accidentally tug his hair and agitate his head wound.

‘DADDyyyy.’ She cried, fighting him as he settled her back on her bum. ‘But I wanna..’

‘Piper, hey, hey. Look at me.’ Henry’s voice got ever softer, the louder she cried, until finally her blue eyes opened again and she looked at him with a big, overexaggerated pout. ‘Daddy needs a little time. He, eh, was broken, and now needs to be fixed.’

‘I can fix you!’ Sam climbed off the couch and started to search for the toy box, immediately earning the attention of the twins who quickly rushed over to get a look in the treasure box.

‘YAAAYYYYYY.’

‘We’re gonna fix DADDY!!!!’  

The three of them all picked pieces of toys, their fast little feet managing to escape Colin, Henry’s father, as the old man tried to grab for their little hands. ‘OI, young lady! Do not, I repeat; do not..-’

His pleas fell on deaf ears as the three children all went for the kill, Henry barely managing to sit up on his haunches in time to defend himself from the vicious attack of three hyperactive children.

‘OUCH.’ He gasped, feeling the familiar hurt of a piece of Lego in his skin, his mind having a difficult time to process how again he used to deal with his nephews and nieces in situations like these - then again, he had been sharp and witty then, and now he struggled with remembering the fact he has a wife now.

And kids. Don’t forget about the kids.

‘Ohhhhhkay!’ Marianne chimed with a fierce and loud voice, her hands clapping together with a sternness that made all three kids look up. ‘I think that’s enough fixing for today. How about we go have a drink and some biscuits, hmm?’

‘BISCUITSSSSSS!!!’ Piper cheered again - it was clear that the little girl was a bubbly bee. Bee. Oh damn, Henry thought, crawling up to a standing position before he followed the children that were running out into the hallway to get to the kitchen, his parents hot on his heels.

‘You can take a rest if you want.’ His mother whispered, laying a soothing hand on Henry’s shoulder before he stepped into the kitchen. His blue eyes met with the wisdom that lingered in his mom’s smile.  

‘Sorry about that, mom.’ Henry sighed quietly.

‘No, no. Our fault, remember? Besides, it takes some time before you know how to deal with this hot bunch.’ She chuckled as she looked over Henry’s broad shoulder, the children jumping up and down around the kitchen island as Phoebe made an attempt to cool them down while she also bounced Cole up on her arm.

‘Don’t worry son.’ Colin squeezed Henry’s shoulder as Marianne also slipped into the kitchen. ‘No matter what happens, we’re here for you, mkay?’ The old man winked at Henry, who slowly shook his head.

‘Man, I wish they had a manual for this kinda stuff.’

Colin laughed. ‘If only, if only.’

The two men remained in the doorway as the women managed to calm down the children, the lot of them all being placed around the kitchen table before they were treated to freshly baked biscuits and a lot of mommy love.

It didn’t take long before the two hours were up and the kids were packed up back in Marianne and Colin’s car, Henry and Phoebe waving them goodbye with heavy hearts, but happy smiles. Small clouds of nightly cold drafted from their mouths as they turned back towards the door, a certain melancholy left in the house that was now silent again.

‘Don’t you want to..go with them?’ Henry asked quietly.

Phoebe looked up at him, the two of them now crowding the door mat as she pulled the door closed. ‘I miss a lot of things, but I need to be here with you now.’ A slightly sad smile moved up her lips.

‘You sure?’

‘Yea. For better and worse, remember?’ She laughed, only to feel that her choice words were awful, her breath hiccuping as she quickly evaded his gaze. ‘Sorry. That wasn’t nice of me.’

Henry sighed. ‘Please don’t feel bad. You’re the best mom I know..or..can remember.’ He smirked a little, but Phoebe didn’t seem to be so easily consolable. ‘Bee, hey.’ Henry used his thumb to tilt her head up, their eyes meeting. ‘I don’t know if this is crazy of me to ask, but, eh…’ He cleared his throat, feeling his heart falter at the concerned stare of her penetrating blue eyes. Had he failed her? Fuck. He licked his lips, unsure of whether to proceed.

‘What?’ She finally breathed, her voice a little croaky.

‘Oh, it’s stupid silly I guess.’ Henry moved his hand to his head to scratch, only to be caught by her hand, her eyes giving him a half-amused smile.

‘I told you to stop doing that.’

‘That you did,’ Henry hesitated again, before simply blurting out: ‘would you like to go on a date with me?’

A short silence fell as Phoebe’s eyes widened in something so unreadable that Henry wasn’t sure whether she was about to scold him or break out in laughter. And how glad he was it was the latter, her lips pulling up into a most amused little chuckle. ‘What now?’

‘A..date? Wait, has that word changed in the..?’

‘No, no. Dating is a thing. And..’ She now burst out into a full fit of giggles.

‘What?’

‘Well, we never really dated. We just..’ Her eyes widened.

‘What, Bee? Don’t leave me hanging here.’

‘No, no. I mean YES! I want to go on a date with you, though, eh, no, let’s talk about this later. It’s been a long day and..’ Her words died as she sniffled again, her hand now moving up to brush carefully through his chocolate brown curls. ‘I’d love to go on a date with you.’

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Chap 4 >

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