#and decorations on the walls that i put there

[readwritealldayallnight]

Saw the post of you asking if we had any tropes or ideas we wanted to see u talk abt and jumped for joy 🙏 … must ask . Do u have any thoughts on ghost finding out reader is pregnant 😋😋

I like to think Ghost starts having suspicions before you do

Wrapped around each other’s bodies, limbs tangled in the sheets as you sleep peacefully with your other half by your side, he’s never not holding at least one of your boobs in his warm calloused palms. You start to wake up with complaints about how sore they are however, his hands in complete agreement with his eyes; your tits have gotten bigger.

And though he hates to see how uncomfortable they have you feeling all of a sudden, and how you whine so cutely about how you need new bras, your cleavage spilling out of your cups, he’s finding it rather difficult not to appreciate the new view.

Next though, he’s noticing how strange it is that foods you usually loved, now have you crinkling your nose up in disgust, turning your face away from the smell, or worse, that one time you ran to the bathroom to spill the contents of your stomach, utterly repulsed by a certain odor.

But he forgets that you haven’t requested Chinese food in nearly a month when instead he’s trying to wrap his mind around how you want peanut butter and jelly on a cheeseburger.

He certainly doesn’t think twice about how you’re just tad bit friskier than usual, pinching his ass and trying to jump his bones more often. There’s never been a lack of intimacy or wanting the other in your relationship, but you seem nearly insatiable recently, using and abusing his fingers, his mouth, his dick, multiple times a day. There are no complaints on his end, your man always being borderline desperate for you.

It’s when he’s been away for work for the last two weeks and he’s walking back into the house and he sees you, that his eyes cannot deny the way you’re simply glowing. Radiating effortless beauty in a way he’s never seen before, which is saying a lot considering you knock the breath out of him every time he’s lucky enough to see even just your shadow.

You look so soft, so sweet, so perfectly his.

He’s searching for a cloth to warm up under the faucet, preparing to clean up the mess he’s just made of you in bed over the last few hours, when his eyes land on the unopened box of tampons under the bathroom sink. His mind starts quickly doing the math, believing that in theory you should have had to open this pack by now, when things begin to click for him.

Laying naked on your back atop the messy sheets, still catching your breath and coming back down to earth after the many times Simon brought you to bliss tonight, you’re admittedly confused when he comes back into the bedroom without the towel he said he was going to get. You’re even more caught off guard when he approaches you and lays two hands on the sides of your stomach, face approaching your abdomen with an expression of concentration on his face.

“Si what are you-”

“Love, I think you’re pregnant.”

He’s lucky you’ve been having the same suspicion for a few days now, waiting for him to take an actual test and find out, otherwise you might be smacking him upside the head right about now.

Once you do take the test however and confirm what he already felt sure of, that he had put a baby in you, he’s asking you why it isn’t appropriate to tape it to the living room wall for everyone to see, elated to share the news with those in your lives, meanwhile you’ve just decided he won’t be helping decorate the nursery, beyond building furniture.

[rafesbangs]

maybe rafe finally seeing mermaid!reader's house and, like all her random trinkets and bobbles and clutter, and lowkey being on his kook ass bullshit, but secretly, he's actually really fascinated and intrigued by it all

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ mermaid!reader shows rafe around her house he acts a little judgey…

warnings: kinda some angst if you squint, fluff (yay) and a tad of classism unfortunately.

a/n: first fluff fic yayay also i adoreeee this req. this is so mermaid!reader and rafe. sorry it took so long to answerrrr & sorry its kinda short ahhhh, im not great at fluff i'll admit so this is good practice. (i hope this is what you wanted <3)

you nervously picked at your nails as you waited on your porch, swinging slowly in the crochet hammock that took you weeks to make. rafe's mercedes pulled into the little dirt driveway and your attention was quickly stolen.

"hey baby" he grinned as he slinked over, rolling his shoulders back to stand taller even though you already think he's the height of buildings. you hop out of the hammock and smile sweetly as he scoops you up for a hug.

"missed you" he mumbles into your hair before planting a kiss on the top of your head. a gesture, he knows, means the most to you. he releases you from the hug with a smile and you grab his hand softly, "missed you most. now come, i'll give you the tour"

he let your little hand drag him into your house. a sudden heat came over your face as you pulled him through the front door, realising how scared you were of rafe's kooky-judgment. you could see it in his demeanour, he was definitely thinking about how small the place is. how some of the wood is kinda rotted on the walls and how rickety the furniture looks. your little shack home was nothing like even the poorest of kook's homes.

you let go of his hand and put both of yours behind your back nervously, looking at the ground as you opened your mouth, "this is my living room kitchen area..." you stated. weakly gesturing to the room with an old tan leather couch that was fraying on the edges, adorned with crocheted, fluffy and wool beachy-themed blankets. the kitchen was tiny, 3 by 2ft and but the algae-green benches and the white black-splash with ocean themed detailing gave it some character.

rafe nodded curtly and glanced around, wordless for a moment, "its... small wow, you weren't really joking about it being a shack.."

your pursed lips turned to a frown quickly and you slowly crossed your arms in front of you, looking up at him disapprovingly as he continued to glance around. your jaw cocked to the side, "yeah some of us kinda pay for everything themselves which includes their house.."

his eyes went a little wide before he looked back at you, noticing your chagrin at his attitude towards your home. "no baby i'm just saying like- you don't deserve to live in a hole..." he quickly says, hands darting out in defence as he speaks but he only annoyed you further.

you roll your eyes, "come on. i'll show you my bedroom." you lead him up some open stairs to the left of the living room, bedroom was kind of a strong word, it was more like a half-loft situation since it technically had a door.

you swing it open and walk in, smiling proudly at your room, its completely filled with sparkly trinkets and decoration, your own little haven.

rafe cautiously followed you in, his eyes wide as he was clearly mesmerised by your cute little space. everything, from roof to foundation, was covered in things. crocheted 'fishing net' hung from the ceiling with little starfish and sparkles on it, jewellery boxes with coral and blues and greens sat all over the place, sparkly light pink and blue mesh fabrics hung from your ceiling above your bed, which was also adorned with whimsical bedsheets and pillows, like a canopy. every photo frame looked handmade with shells and little stones, all over the room dried coral and crystals sat in bowls or bunches. there was even a used tea cup on your dark stained wooden bedside table/cabinet (that was also spilling out all your mermaid-like clothing pieces) that was shimmery and shell themed.

"huh..." rafe began as he picked up a few things that intrigued him, you furrowed your brow, ready for more insulting words to spill from his lips but his face softened into a grin and he looked at you.

"your house is very you." he grinned, as he put the trinkets down carefully in their rightful spot, you looked at him with confusion in your eyes. "cute and mermaid-like, very... mmm, unconventional. but... i'm sorry for before, i... do like it here."

you tilted your head to the side with a forgiving smile before walking up to him and pressing your lips to his, he smiled into the kiss and held the small of your back and your chin, deepening it.

you pulled away first, "i know you're my big bad kook boyfriend but its okay to think my dingy little shack is cute, even for the cut." he chuckled a little and nodded before kissing the end of your nose.

"you're pretty cute, for a pogue" he smirked, his arms still around your waist as he leaned back, waiting for a playful smack.

and you delivered, scoffing and hitting him across the arm. he faked a wince and pretended all hurt as you rolled your eyes, "and you're pretty sweet for a kook."

[haikyu-mp4]

Stable foundation

You and Aone are good cop + bad cop when your daughter acts up, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @dira333. word count; 644 – f!reader

Your daughter is generally a saint, calm and kind like her dad, creative and sweet like you. However, every parent has to scold their child sometimes, and your daughter really did it this time. The two of you stood in front of your newly decorated hallway, your son in another room doing his homework and probably completely uninterested.

It wasn’t supposed to be newly decorated. Your daughter had taken it upon herself to un-whiten the walls with oily crayons and waterproof markers that would definitely be a pain to remove, if you didn’t have to just paint it over.

“No!” you yelled on instinct when you walked past the hallway and saw her sitting there with her art supplies. At the sound of your indignation, Aone stuck his head around the corner in a silent question before coming fully into the room to see.

“Oh, that’s unfortunate.”

“We have so much paper, why would you draw on the walls?” you asked rhetorically, the frustration clear in your voice and making your daughter tear up quickly. She stood up, holding her hands out and wiggling her fingers as if presenting a masterpiece.

You looked at your husband with furrowed brows, only to find he was looking at you for help already. It would have made you laugh, hadn’t you been so frustrated. Aone cleared his throat. “It’s a really nice drawing, but now we can’t frame it.”

Pursing your lips, you were between cooing and scolding. If that was his biggest worry, you sure chose a good husband.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, pouting and dropping the red and green crayon she previously held in one hand to make a double line.

While you picked the girl up so she couldn’t do any more damage, Aone went to pick up her supplies and put them away. “You can not draw on the walls,” you told her, strict voice having even more effect now that she was in your arms and so close.

Her lip quivered, making her rub her face and smudging colour there too, so you tried to pull her arms away but she thrashed in your hold. Aone came over when the little girl yelled for him, resting a hand on her head to calm her cries.

“But mommy, you said you wanted to put more pictures on the walls,” she cried. You took in a sharp breath, now with your own welling tears as she so sorrowfully admitted to her kind intentions. She’s so much like her dad.

Two days ago, you had thrown out a comment to your husband about wanting more art on the walls and that you should buy more frames for your kids’ stuff.

“Let’s get you washed up,” Aone said, taking the girl from your arms and throwing you a reassuring smile.

While you took the time to calm down and assess the damage and how you would fix it, Aone helped her wash and then set her up with some food in the living room where her brother could watch her for a little while.

As he came back, you were slumped on the floor, stained washcloth in hand and about three different soaps laying around you. Aone noticed how the cleaning had ultimately made the damage worse and puffed out a breath of air before squatting beside you. He licked his thumb and rubbed away a smudge on your face, which reminded him much of your daughter a couple minutes ago, then ran his hand down your jaw to direct your eyes to his.

“It’s fine. I will paint it. She will learn.”

You were tired from work lately, so overwhelmed that things like this made the scale tip. That’s when you were glad to have such a stable husband.

“It’s fine,” you repeated like an affirmation.

Aone smiled. Another day of supporting his perfect family.

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for the requester: I haaad to make Aone good cop, that cutie.

[yandere-paramour]

What are the yanderes' ideal date nights? Who enjoys classic candlelight dinners/movie nights and who enjoys going to an escape room, aquarium/zoo, arcade, etc.?

On that subject, being with Ata would lead to disastrous gift shop visits; I wouldn't be able to stop myself from getting every plushie and cool rock and she'd just enable me.

I have been researching for this all DAY!! Let's GO!!

Vivien loves planning dates for you and him. Don't get him wrong, he loves a night where you both just curl up with some basil popcorn and watch some anime, but he also loves planning eclectic dates for the two of you. He wants to give you the kind of experience neither of you have ever had before, the kind that you'll be talking about months, even years later.

To find these crazy date ideas, Vivien always browses the city's event pages. There are always tons of fun and interesting things that either he is interested in and wants to share with you, or that he thinks you will be interested in. There is a lecture at the Botanical Gardens called "Around the World in 20 Plants" where you can learn about obscure ethnobotany. The Amphibian Society has a "Critters and Cabernet" event where you get to play with the salamanders and frogs. The science museum has an adult "After Dark" night and the observatory has an Open House night! He takes you to the art museum for a cartography workshop, to the IMAX theatre for a documentary about the Arctic, and to an underground speakeasy for Edgar Allen Poe night.

If you're not into doing something very in-depth but you still want to go out, Vivien suggests a drive-in movie. His car is

You always end up seeing the stars or holding some kind of critter or doing some kind of fun activity, and it's all the more special because Vivien is with you.

Popular Vivien Dates: Science Museum, Salamander Society Open House Night, Cabernet and Critters, Botanical Garden Lecture, Drive-In Movies, Speakeasys, Art Museums.

Variety is the spice of life for Noelle. She is well aware that even though you get overwhelmed easily, you still need excitement and stimulation and she is happy to spoil you. Therefore, you and Noelle have a few dates a week. It is usually one low-key date and one bigger one. The low-key one is always very calm and chill, usually just the both of you cuddling on the couch, a bowl of some sort of snack in your hands as Noelle feeds you, calmly watching a movie. Noelle likes these because she gets to put her laptop down and really just enjoy touching you and enjoying your company. She gets very relaxed and calm during this time, she's very happy. Another kind of low-key date is a spa night. Noelle loves taking care of you and this is perfect for both of you; she gets to care for you and you get to lay back and enjoy being pampered. You both bathe together, do face masks, paint nails, and Noelle always takes her time giving you a long massage and really showing you how much she loves you.

For the exciting date, Noelle always picks a theme like an activity, around the world, a particular event, something like that. Sometimes you still watch a movie but she does a kind of movie theme thing where like if you watch Ratatouille, she will make sure you eat all the food from the movie. If there is a concert you really really want to see, she will stream it right to your living room, put up decorations, and basically throw you your own private launch party. She has subscriptions to all sorts of activities like at-home escape rooms/murder mysteries, craft kits, date-night boxes, anything that you might be interested in trying. Noelle loves how excited you get for your date when a new box comes. The walls of Noelle's office are covered with all the paintings you've done together. If it's not time for a box, Noelle falls back on some childhood favorites: indoor picnics, blanket forts, and indoor camping. Noelle is particularly fond of the dates that last a couple hours; she wants the fun and your happiness to last as long as possible.

Popular Noelle Dates: Making sushi/pasta from scratch, streaming an event to your apartment, indoor camping, picking a country/movie and eating food from that place/thing, subscription box night.

Atalanta is a traditional date kind of woman. A romantic candlelit dinner, a movie, just something where you both can sit and talk and give each other your full attention. Atalanta has the resources and the audacity to fly you anywhere in the world for a weekend just because you had a mildly stressful week and needed a break, or you were craving a smoothie with fresh mangos. No matter how obscure the venture or how difficult-to-procure the reservations, Atalanta's money can grease some palms.

One major date for Atalanta is dinner. There are several interesting and expensive restaurants in the city, and Ata is well-known to all of them. Any time a new gourmet restaurant sets up in the city, they send the Montclairs an invitation, hoping they will be seen coming because that will skyrocket their business. Ata doesn't go to many, but if you are interested, she will make it happen. A normal restaurant is nice, but Ata also likes taking you to ones that are very unique. A molecular gastronomy experience with food you barely understand, meat grilled with the heat of volcanoes, or a food/architecture combination.

Ata is also a great patron of the arts. There are a few theatres in the city and the Montclairs have private boxes on reserve at all of them. If Atalanta Montclair sends word that she will be seeing a show that night, whoever intended to use that box that night better get tf out because everyone knows the Montclairs take priority. The seats in the box are more like thrones than seats; soft, comfortable, with a perfect view of the stage. The staff dote on the two of you, bringing you champagne and light snacks and constantly checking to make sure you are comfortable. Ata doesn't like to be bothered so she sends them away, and you sit on her lap, letting her feed you popcorn as you both watch Swan Lake.

If you want to go to the cinema instead of the theatre, she will gladly take you to "Fork n' Film". It is usually booked months in advance but if you want to go this weekend, she will make it happen even if she has to buy this branch of the company and make them add a private showing. If you want it to be a double date, she can even invite Noelle and her Darling to come. Spend the evening cuddled up to Atalanta on a comfortable couch, you both watching Ratatouille while eating the food from the movie at the same time Remmy cooks it. There are movie-themed cocktails too, and they have non-alcoholic options, but Ata is in such a good mood that she might even allow you to drink.

Another fun date idea is a sunset sail. The Montclairs don't own a boat (they don't want to), but they have a boat rental company on standby and do use it. Just you, her, and a sparse crew on a small yacht, the warm sun on your faces as you both are served a delectable dinner. Imagine Atalanta in some breathable linen, her arm curled gently around your waist as you both point out dolphins together. Imagine doing the Titanic "King of the World" stance with her as the ocean lightly sprays you both. Imagine her pulling you close on the bow of a boat, kissing you at the crux of sunset. If it's a particularly special occasion, she might even arrange fireworks.

Popular Atalanta Dates: Sunset Sail, Expensive or New Restaurants, The Arts (ballet, symphony, theatre), Gourmet Picnic Basket.

[hardswae]

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Hey, what's good you guys its Swae, so I made this mini vanity bag set inspired after the YSL brand I have wanted to do this bag for a while lol! For quality purposes this bag is BUILD/BUY decor ONLY... I wanted to make sure you guys got as much good quality I could get out of the game & didn't know how it would look in the sim hand rigged./. I do hope all of you guys enjoy the set I definitely enjoyed creating it ✪.

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[hoes4matthew]

Warnings: fluff / little!chris / little!matt / cg!reader / bad spelling and grammar / low-key short

Summary: building a gingerbread house with chris :3

A/N: my first age regression fic yippe

Chris excitedly ran inside with the gingerbread house you recently bought whole grocery shopping. Matt happily ran a little bit behind him with a box of hot coco and marshmallows in his hands. They both excitedly ploped their things down on the kitchen counter.

You walked in with the rest of the groceries and shut the door behind you. Almost as soon as you put the groceries away you see Chris run up next to you.

"mama! can we make it now!? Tan we???" He bounced up and down excitedly. He's been so excited to build it ever since he saw it in the grocery store. Ranting about his ideas on how he was gonna decorate it.

"Of course! How about you get the stuff out of the box for me while I put the groceries away." He quickly nodded quickly. He ran back over to the kitchen table where the box was. He quickly and sloppy opened the box, nearly ripping it half.

It didn't take you long to put the groceries away. You walked over to Chris who's been waiting anxiously for you to be finished. He'd layed out all the different pieces and decorations.

"Alright bud!" You looked up to see Matt across the table hugging his stuffed animal and watching you two. He had his cosy Christmas blanket around him. "You wanna join baby?"

Matt shook his head. "I watch." He said quietly, laying his head on the table. Matt wasn't into the messy stuff. He was more of a cuddle with a hearted blanket while watching a christmas movie type person.

"That's okay." You smiled before you saw Chris attempting to build one of the walls himself. Which quickly failed, he let out a little groan of annoyance once the walls collapsed.

"Aw, it's okay bud! Let me help you." You two worked together while you helped build the house. He held up the walls while you used them, not at all helpful, icing. After some failed attempts and a near breakdown, you managed to get it to stand. Chirs let out a happy gasp of happines. "Thank 'ou mama!!"

"Your welcome darling! You can decorate however you want." Chirs turned too you nodding. He began carefully putting this icing on the roof of the gingerbread house. It's honestly the most focused you've ever seen Chris.

You heard Matt shyly mumbled something. You looked over to see him holding up a box of hot chocolate up. He had his favorite snoopy mug next to him.

"You wanna make hot chocolate?" He quickly nodded, getting out of his chair and running over to you with his cup and the hot chocolate.

You let him pour and mix everything himself. Besides the milk, which he requested you to pour. After the last time he spilled it on himself he didn't wanna pour his own milk anymore. He mixed it all up and put it in the microwave. He pressed the buttons as you told him how much time it needed. "Good job baby!" He smiled proudly as you praised him.

Then he quickly turned back to the microwave, swaying back and forth as he watched his cup spin around. Meanwhile Chris was adding his finishing little touches to his gingerbread house. You watched as he stuck a circle peppermint on the front. He'd somehow gotten frosting all over himself in the short amount of time you were turned away from him.

"That looks really good Chris." Matt tugged on your side as the microwave beeped. Pointing over to it. You laughed at his excitement before taking it out the microwave.

"Do you want whipped cream?" He thought for a moment before nodding. He watched you as you got the whipped cream and put some on top of his hot chocolate. He let out a happy squeak like noise.

"thank ou' so much mama!" He took a sip and nodded contently, going back to his seat and watching while Chris added one last decoration onto his gingerbread house.

"tada!" Chris steps back and looks at it proudly. There were sprinkles all over it in random places along with icing covering the whole roof, and apparently him too.

"Woah! It looks amazing!'' Chris held his head up proudly. Making sure you put it right in the middle of the table so anybody could see.

"Hey how about we all get cosy and watch a Christmas movie?" You didn't have to say that twice for Matt to be rushing to the couch. Meanwhile Chris changed into a new, clean shirt. He wanted to pick his own shirt.

"snowman!!" Matt kicked this feet happily. While you two got all ready to watch the movie, Chris was still oogling over his gingerbread house.

He eventually came over with you and Matt, He jumped onto the couch next to you and Matt with one of your holiday sweaters on. Leaning on your shoulder while Matt was on your lap.

This is kinda butt I'm so sorry

@cl4re-cain @1c3b4th @fratboychrisera @cherry-red-heart @mattybsgroupie (sorry is anybody from my taglist being tagged doesn't fw stuff like this 😢 you dont have to read if you donf fw kt c: )

[paranormal-peri]

Hey! Just wondering how’s the chapter progress going! Also how’s school atleast for me the first quarter is almost finished and so many tests and projects 😭 very fun and stressful 😀

Anyways just checking up on u :)

Paranormal Peri: Chapter 12 SNEAK PEEK!

Knock Knock

"Wanda? Cosmo? Are you there?"

Hazel waited at her neighbor's door for an answer.

She's been trying her best to not interrupt their search. They've been so worried about finding Peri.

"H-Hazel?! Oh! Uh, yeah we are here! Did you need something?"

Wanda spoke through the door.

"I was just wondering how you guys were doing, did you find Peri?"

"Uh, hold on, just give us a second… Where did I put my wand…? OH!"

Sounds of tripping. Something crashed down.

“Oh! Wanda, my wife! Are you ok?! Don’t worry, I’m coming over there!”

“Cosmo, wait! No!”

More sounds of tripping. There was a louder crash.

"What's going on?! Hello?"

Hazel opens the door.

A few miscellaneous papers escape out to Hazel's feet as the door opens.

Hazel is astonished to see the huge mess before her. The room was highly cluttered with stacks of custom papers printed with the word "Missing" that varied in heights. Most were taller than Hazel, which made it hard to see the edges of the room. It was like walking through the tall grass of a safari. Hazel tried to walk through the mess at the door, to search for her fairies in the jungle of disorganization, only to reveal how much deeper the clutter went.

A trashcan in the corner was overflowing with crumbled scrap papers of failed drawings and ideas. The center of the floor was entirely decorated with a chaotic spiderweb pattern of red string and pins that connected photos, files, and sticky notes that laid on top of eachother. It was a web of possible leads that must have started on the wall, but had extended to the floor for more need of space. Speaking of space, even the ceiling was messy; There were hoops of red string that swooped down like party decorations that connected one pinned paper to the next on the ceiling above.

Being careful to not step on anything important, Hazel worked her way through the limited small spots of empty space; she was lucky to have small feet for this. Behind the barely-recognizable couch, she found her fairies.

Wanda and Cosmo on the floor dizzy from the trip. Two previously tall stacks of papers now lay scattered below and on top of the pair

"Whoa, what happened here?"

"Ah! Watch your step!"

"Oop-!"

Hazel quickly redirects her footing.

Hazel reaches down and picks up the paper she had almost stepped on.

It was a hand-written poster with an old photo taped over a failed drawing of their son.

Hazel read the paper in her head. The poster had large bolded red words that read "MISSING: PERIWINKLE FAIRYWINKLE COSMA"

Below the title was a long description that turned into a writing expressing their sorrow and love and pleading for their beloved son's return. The hand-written poster's writing fades into smaller and smaller text at the end to fit in many more words; they had so much to say. It was bittersweet how much they deeply cared about their missing son.

They were equally heartbroken.

"Wow, you guys have been busy."

"Haha, what do you mean? We're cool, we're fine, yeah yeah, totally calm and chill"

"Yeah yeah, we're uhh… what’s it called…? Straight vibing! Very chill!"

Wanda and Cosmo tried to mask their dread, but their eyebags and state of their house did nothing to reflect that.

Another pile of paper falls over in the silence for comedic effect.

It's not just the house that's a mess.

"You still haven't found Peri?"

"Nou..."

The couple breaks in a squeak with big wet eyes

"We haven't gotten a wink of sleep, how can we?!"

"We don't know what we are missing. We've been calling everyone we can in Fairy World all night and we still can't find any leads!"

"Hmm… maybe you guys should get some fresh air, that always helps me clear my mind!"

"You're right Hazel, we should get some good wind blowing in here, that will get our minds spinning right!"

Wanda remarked. She grabbed onto her wand previously lost under the couch, and poofed to the nearest lightswitch and flicked on the fan without thinking.

The fan began to spin. They all noticed the deep mistake made.

Not only did papers begin to fly and scatter around the room, but the fan suddenly caught onto some of the red string that hooped down on the ceiling. The red string quickly became tangled in the fan as it kept spinning faster. Pins that previously held down string and paper at points went flying to different parts of the room, Hazel ducked down to avoid the crossfire.

Wanda flicked off the fan to prevent further damage, but it was too late; the entire line of connected clues soon all became undone and scattered with the spin of the fan.

"Oh dear."

Hazel poked her head out from the sea of scattered paper that filled the room.

Cosmo did the same, but his face was covered in pins.

"Oh Cosmo, are you hurt?"

Wanda swam over.

"No… except for my heart."

The couple wept in each other's arms.

"Are we never going to find our little Poofie?"

—————

I love writing these adorable idiots sm.

We aren’t gonna get much Peri in this chapter, but we are going to get very important scenes with the other characters as we see them beginning to solve the case of their dear missing Peri.

Also… we will see how Irep is tied into this complex storyline. Things will continue to get deeper.

[writing-until-i-drop]

Mattress Shopping Pt. 2 | Drabble wc: 670

Javy "Coyote" Machado x reader (no use of y/n)

You've been living with Javy for a month now (enjoying his brand new mattress) but when your mamas come to town, you have to pretend there's two beds in the apartment.

Warnings!: Smut, unprotected p in v, they're idiots but they're in love

“We don’t have time for this, Jav,” Your giggle turned into a moan as he sucked on one of your nipples, rolling the other between his fingers just how you liked it. “Javy, our mamas-”

“We’ve got time,” He kissed up your neck, careful not to leave any marks. The pretty sundress you had put on while your mamas visited for dinner discarded on the floor next to his uniform. When he had come home from work you had already taken care of setting the whole apartment and dinner up, there was a roast in the oven and mashed potatoes in the Instapot warming. You had been putting the finishing touches on your makeup when he had pulled you in for a kiss and you had quickly ended up naked in bed beneath him. 

“We so don’t,” You replied but you didn’t stop him as he found his place between your thighs. Javy loved the way you looked spread out beneath him, on the bed you made him buy, on the sheets you had picked, in the apartment you had decorated. He loved the way you had blown back into his life a month ago and had taken over.

“You let me worry about the time, you just lay there and focus on cumming around my cock.” You moaned, arching your back as he pushed into you. It was heaven feeling you stretch around him, knowing that you were finally his. After years of wanting and wishing, the two of you were finally together. 

“More, baby,” You whined, digging your fingers into his back, urging him on. “You feel so good.” Javy groaned, feeling your walls flutter around him. 

“Play with yourself, sweetheart,” Javy increased his pace, your moans and whimpers of pleasure spurring him on. You felt so good he had to start running through his pre-flight checklist in his head to keep from cumming too early. Your phone started ringing, spooking both of you. Javy looked over, blanching when he saw mama on the screen. “Your mama’s calling.” 

“Shit, do you think they’re here?” Javy didn’t stop thrusting into you, not willing to stop until he heard knocking at the door and even then, he wasn’t sure he could. Not when you felt this good.

“Answer it and find out,” You grabbed the phone and answered it.

“Mama, hi,” Your voice was thin and trembling. Javy slowed but didn’t stop, focusing on hitting you deeper, lifting your hips for a better angle. “You can’t find the street?” You clamped a hand over your mouth, smothering a moan, glaring at him. “Oh, you passed it. Just um,” You flipped Javy off when he ran his thumb over your clit. “Just go around the block and look for Subway and turn right, that’ll be the street.” 

Javy hoped you hanged up before you moaned or else both of your mamas would have had a heart attack. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” A few seconds later you fell apart, milking his own orgasm from him. Javy swore he’d never get tired of this, of you, of the two of you together. “I lo-” He stopped, those three words were not something he should say for the first time while he was buried inside of you.

You chuckled, bringing him down into a kiss.

“I know, me too,”  How did he get so lucky with you? The girl who had been beside him his whole life loved him back. “Now get off of me and get dressed.” 

Dinner was going well. Your mamas were under the impression that the two of you were temporary roommates while you searched for an apartment of your own. Everything was going great until Javy decided to help you clean the dishes, leaving your mamas unattended. 

“Why is there only one bed in this apartment?” Javy’s mama shouted and the two of you turned to face each other, eyes wide.

“Shit.” 

What the two of you didn’t see were your mamas exchanging money, Javy’s mama won the bet.

[gottalovetumbler]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 11

ᵖʳⁱᶜᵉ/ⁿⁱᵏᵗᵒ/ᵏᵒⁿⁱᵍ/ⁿⁱᵏᵒˡᵃⁱ/ᵏʳᵘᵉᵍᵃʳ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Info: Pt2 of day 9, cussing, confusion, 1 use of Y/N, that’s about all, Hope y’all enjoy!

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‘Thanks.’

‘Of course Jack, tell Laura and the kids I say hi!’

 

He shoots you a thumbs up as he walks away, apple shoved in his mouth. The soup vat you’re serving out of is getting low, the ladle is barely able to scoop without scraping the bottom. Just as you're about to turn around and grab more, Chase slides in beside you and swaps them out without a sweat. Now that you think about it, Chase isn't even glistening or flush cheeked. You, on the other hand, feel like an ant trapped under the light beam of a magnifying glass some psychopathic 4 year old is holding. 

‘Here ya go, fresh and ready to serve,’ beaming, he turns to you and his smile drops, ‘you ok? You don't look too hot.’

The air is harder to breathe but you're also standing over a steaming pot of soup so it's not like you're breathing the freshest air. It's hot steam that's rolling through your nostrils as you inhale causing your head to go fuzzy. Your temples are throbbing and your eyes feel tight but that's just because of the steam, right?

‘Y/N you should really go take a break or at-least sit down. If I looked like death earlier then you look like death reincarnate.’

‘Gee thanks Chase, you really know how to flatter a girl don't you?’

You turn to Chase, about to reassure him you're perfectly fine but when you open your eyes you see…… Nikolai? What is Nikolai doing in the kitchen? What is Nikolai doing near you? He hurt your feelings. Bleary blinking turns to a tired glare and downturned mouth. 

‘Ere she is. Follow my finger luv.’

Captain Price? What is he doing in the kitchen? He also hurt your feelings. Why are the two men you dont wanna see in the kitchen with you? Turning away you feel your hair catch and slide on a soft texture. Since when were the lights in the kitchen a warm yellow? Why…. why are there pillows in the kitchen? Whatever interior decorator did this needs to be fired asap.

‘Luv, come on you gotta follow-’

‘Shhhhhhhhhhhh.’ your finger smushes his lips.’I don’ wanna talk to you or you,’ said finger gets about 1 cm from stabbing Nikolais eye out. ‘Why are there pillows in the kitchen? Did you bring them Nikolai?,’ Your head moves as you look around the room. ‘You seem like the kind of persson to put a pillow in a kitchen, fucking psycopath.’ 

Whatever Nikolai tries to say is halted as Price grips his arm, they begin murmuring. Whatever, if they wanna have their secrets then they can have them. The more you look around the more you see, obviously. Wow, they must have renovated the kitchen while you were distracted by the soup. Sneaky bastards, they even painted the walls differently. Not sure why someone would want a bed in the middle of a kitchen and no counters but you're not one to judge. Hey, they even renovated your clothing at the same time. Sitting up you slide your legs around to truly feel the soft texture of the gray sweatpants that replaced your plaid pjs.

Price and Nikolai are still talking and other than the few concerned glances, they don't pay you much mind. Judging by the size of this room, they must have put up walls and sectioned off the kitchen so…. time to go EXPLORE. Gracefully flopping onto the floor there's a scuffle behind you but you're too busy taking off out the door to care. Your body immediat;y meets a wall that you bounce off of before scurrying right. Seconds later the door slams open again and both men are right on your ass. 

That's where the counters are! The warm yellow light has turned cold white, which kinda hurt your head, but damn are you excited to see the counters. And oh my goodness, Konig and Nikto are sitting at the counters, how exciting! You wanna stop and talk but something tells you to keep running. It is pretty fun, even with burning in your chest and throat but whatever!

‘Hello Konig! Hello Nikto! The….. the kitchen looks cool huh? Can't believe they put a bed in it, how silly!’ You shoot past them so fast their clothing jostles. Before they can reply you're out the front door with Nikolai and Price just exiting the hall. 

‘Shes go’ a bad concussion, doesn know where she is.’ Is the quick explanation they get before they join the chase.

Your nose meets fresh air and your eyes meet a gorgeous sunset lit base. Grass paddens your footsteps as you run and oh look, a shed! Pretty sure you've seen that in a dream or something, how fun! A shadow separates from the shed as you grow closer and oh, he must really like the shed. Pretty sure he was in your dream about it, he helped you with the hoses. What a nice man.

 

‘Hello hose man!’

You assume his eyes follow you as you pass, not like you can see them or anything but his head moves so his gotta even if they don't want to. The soft grass turns to hard black pavement, this stuff hurts your feet as they slam into it. Huh, they must have renovated your shoes to socks without you noticing also. The renovators have to be ninjas or something, sooooooo sneaky.

Following the center line is quite fun as you run, sometimes it turns into shorter lines and then you semi hop on them. The game is cut short as the lines become light and lighter. The yelling behind you grows louder even though you get further from the sources. How odd. Turning your attention back to straight you are blinded by two large glowing eyes. Whatever animal this is, it's got a loud screech. So loud that you skid to a stop and plug your ears, eyes closing automatically from the sheer brightness. 

White floors your eyes and stays, burning your retinas though your lids. Muffled noises grow louder and louder. Shouting back and forth as they all gain distance. Some sounded angry, some worried. Ringing starts up as soft hands grip yours and remove them from your ears.

‘Ye guys need tae shut th' fuck up!,’ the pretty mohawked man turns back to you, ‘Ye a'richt lassie? Did ye git hurt anywhere? Dae ye ken where ye are?’ You know him right? Maybe. You feel like you do, his name is on the tip of your tongue.

‘Hello……. your pretty. Wait… were you riding in on that animal? It's really loud and it's got bright eyes. How'd you ride it?’ He turns and looks at the animal before looking back at you, smile never faltering.

‘Thanks bonnie, ah think yer pretty tae. Dae ye ken whaur yer richt noo?’

‘Oh yea were in the kitchen. How crazy right!,’ you wave him closer as you lean towards his ear, ‘Ninjas renovated it and they are pretty sneaky so i never noticed.’

‘Ah..... Ninjas ye say? They're quite sneaky yer richt. How aboot we go back tae bed 'n' lay doon. Ah heard if ye lay in bed lang enough, they'll even come 'n' visit ye.’

‘Really? I wanna see the ninjas, let's go!’ You grip his wrist and start walking back the way you came. 

‘Oh, I didn't realize you had so many friends. Did they also ride on the animal with you?’ Four men were standing and watching the interaction, occasionally sharing looks. ‘Don't trust those two,’ Johnny snorts as you whisper yell into his ear and point at Price and Nikolai.

‘Is that richt? Weel ah bet thay wont mynd traivelin back whin ye 'n' aye take the car back.’

Your feet planted firmly into the ground as he tried to pull you toward the scary animal. He gets the hit immediately and pivots, pulling you back toward the group of men.

 

‘Ye don lik’ cap 'n' nik so thay kin take the car back. What aboot th' ither three, dae thay git tae join us on our walk?’

‘Yea! Nikto and Konig are nice, if you don't feel good they bring flowers. Super nice, but him,’ you point at Kruegar, ‘I've only seen him in my dream so I'm not sure. But he was nice in my dream so he's gotta be nice in real life too.’

With that, the five of you make your way back to the kitchen bed. The animal was able to go way faster than all of you so it went ahead. The sun dropped below the horizon long ago and the chill is starting to crawl up your legs through the thin socks. The two mean men aren't your friends but everyone else, they are basically your best friends. And best friends don't let their friends grow cold right? So if you're cold they must be cold too. 

Your silence gains a few glances as the men quickly talk, all of them have gloves but three, including you. Without much thought you grab the hands. Sure enough, they are chilly just like yours. Good thing you were here to warm them up, who knows how many fingers they would have lost in this cold if you didn't help warm them up. It's obvious when their cold hands warm up, their stiff fingers growing lax and curling around yours.

The animals asleep as your group approaches the house, it must be tired like you. The mean men are waiting in the kitchen's kitchen, standing when you enter. Gravity itself must be attacking your eyelids, it's almost impossible to look around as you're guided back to the kitchen bed. The socks are slid off your legs by someone you can't see, eyes too heavy to open. Must be those damn ninjas. The want to see them is overpowered by your want to nap. You'll only nap for 10 minutes then you'll open your eyes and see the ninjas yourself. When you do see them, youll be sure to ask them how their so fucking sneaky.

——— 🍲 🛏️ 🚗 ———

[moonsrune]

Tyler doesn't believe her when she says she's not jealous. He knows she is because that's exactly how he felt when he walked outside and saw her with Leo. That was the reason he started drinking and snorting Grim with Gia. Now he regrets that because she's supposedly affiliated with his grandfather — a man who didn't want anything to do with him until now. Why is that? Shaking those thoughts from his head, Tyler steps away from the wall and moves closer to where Brooke is standing. He's so much taller than her that it forces him to look down just to meet her eyes. He can tell she's not playing stupid. She's honestly confused by his accusation. Leo leaned in after he put the lei around her neck. It was dark outside despite the decorative lights, but he knows what he saw. While waiting for her to explain, he crosses his arms again. He's patient even though it doesn't look that way. Every muscle under his black tshirt is hard and worked up.

When Brooke finally chokes out her explanation, Tyler takes a step back. He was stunned into silence. It was like making a wish and then having it come true right before your eyes. He's made a million wishes throughout his life and not one of them has ever come true. Therefore, it doesn't feel real. No, he's still asleep and will wake up any second now. Any....second. Except he doesn't. And he fears he's been standing there for far too long without uttering a single word. "You think I don't want to be with you?" A breath gets caught in his throat as he takes a step forward and places his palm against the side of her face. His thumb caresses her cheek and he smiles where words fail him. "I do," he whispers and then places a second hand against the other side of her face. "Brooke, I want you." He leans in and presses his mouth against hers in a soft but meaningful kiss. Because of their height difference, he stumbles forward. But before they can topple over, he catches her waist with his arm and lifts her up onto a desk sitting behind her. Now he can focus on rolling his tongue past her lips and into her mouth without worrying about knocking them over. "Brooke," he whispers against her cheek after breaking the kiss, "I ended things with Nina..." his lips brush beneath her ear and he kisses her neck, "You're all I want."

Although this new position makes it harder to keep recording, Nina does it anyway. And in the process, she moans loudly the second Noel enters her and begins fucking her from behind. The raunchier it sounds and looks, the better on camera.

---

"I'm NOT jealous." Her argument is futile though, because it's already obvious she is. She'll be damned if she admits it though. He's not even hers, so it makes her feel like an idiot for even thinking he could be. "I just---" She's flustered as she brushes her hair out of her eyes and tries to focus on something other than how hot he looks with his arms crossed over his chest while he's leaning against the wall, staring her down. The position makes it harder for her not to notice the way his muscles flex and his tattoos grow taut around them.

"What are you talking about???" Was he delusional or just projecting his relationship trauma with Nina onto her by accusing her of doing something she didn't actually do behind his back? "When did he---" she tried to think back to the last twenty or so minutes and doesn't recall a kiss happening. Except... oh wait. But, it wasn't like that. "I don't know what you think you saw but, he kissed my cheek. It was awkward and uncomfortable and only got weirder after that. But, nothing happened and I left. I told him I didn't want to hook up with him because I---" ugh. Every part of her wanted to refuse the truth. Because, she didn't want to be the first one to say it out loud or acknowledge it. When as far as she still knew... he was in a relationship. "I want to be with you." Only, she didn't name him specifically because she couldn't. "And I don't know why I said that or why I'm even telling you any of this because CLEARLY it's not mutual and nothing can happen between us and I just feel so.. STUPID." She was rambling now, but she didn't know what else to do. He made her nervous.

[crxzytogether]

The one way sign pointing to his closet is actually so ridiculous- like they couldve used ANYTHING else absolutely anything else to fill that space or even left it empty- or hell they couldve flipped the sign to have it point to the left which actually nvm it would be just as bad bc wtf is that buff dragon thing

[wyvernity]

sss day my favorite national holiday WOOOOHHHH

bonus

[literaila]

okay but like do you think gojo and oc would ever have a baby of their own, giving tsumiki and megumi a sibling, or are their adopted children enough?

sometimes i like to think oc would agree to become a teacher just to feel like all her students are also her babies.

i am personally of the belief that satoru wants a million children. and he says this, verbatim, when you get together.

“oh, just by the way we’re having ten kids, kay, love ya!”

but then there’s the fact that he doesn’t care where they come from. biological children, adopted children, curse wombs, mahito’s silly little transfigured humans… you got ‘em, he’ll take them.

you, on the other hand, have always been… wary about kids. i mean there’s no doubt that you adore them, think they’re precious little angels to be bestowed on only the best of beings—i mean, really, the reason satoru sought you out to help with megumi and tsumiki is because he knew you liked kids.

still… there’s that doubt, that worry that you could never be enough for a child. that you could never give them a childhood that you wanted and deserved.

teenage you is the gloomiest of them all, and if you asked her, she’d probably say no.

but then a stupid man brought home two children unannounced and swore he was going to help with them (he does… occasionally).

so, without warning, you gets the kids you’ve always (secretly) dreamed of. and who could ask for more than megumi and tsumiki, really? who even could?

(so obviously that fear is quickly washed away. i mean, there’s days, weeks, months of doubts where you’re sure that you’re doing everything wrong. sure that megumi is never going to be able to live in society as a normal human being, and that tsumiki is going to suffer from her soft, easygoing heart.

luckily satoru is also there to prove that if you think you’re doing anything wrong, he’s doing it ten times worse.

and sometimes he sweet talks you. but only for the rewards, of course.

you both learn that parenting is less about being perfect than adapting to the needs of the tiny beings, bending at their every will…)

still, even though you love megumi and tsumiki like they’ve crawled into your veins and strained all livelihood from you, having your own biological kids is a bit different.

satoru is all for it, no doubt, but he doesn’t push. he understands your hesitation—especially with how difficult everything’s become as the kids get older. the increase in curses, the rising fear that the world isn’t a safe place as is, and could never be a safe place for another baby.

(but don’t expect him not to stare at you when you’re helping a lost little girl across the street. or holding the baby of a friend. really, he’s just reminiscing… he’s not planning anything… probably…)

though, it doesn’t help either of you that satoru teaches the first years. in hindsight, you shouldn’t have let him make that decision, but it’s too late now.

satoru tries to bring every student home. even if they’ve got two healthy, loving parents—he’s calling a lawyer to draw up legal paperwork the moment yaga tells him there’s a new student about to come to jujutsu high.

what? the house is big enough for a guest, isn’t it? why do you think satoru was so pushy for all of those extra bedrooms?

(and you’ll scold him when there’s a another place set at the table. you’ll ask megumi to show the new student around the house, pointedly, and then you’ll make him recite the lengthy list of things he’s not supposed to do with every kid he meets (again)

but really, you don’t mind.

you’ve always thought that hearts were rather expandable things, and your son and daughter have only proven that fact.

and there’s a little part of you that can’t deny the admiration you have for satoru. his need to coddle every student of his, to comfort them endlessly, even if they don’t want it.

if you had to guess, you’d say that satoru’s heart is the stretchiest.

so you only tug on his hair a little. and then you’ll sit right next to him at dinner, letting him hold your hand under the table).

and there’s been a couple of times where you bring someone of your own home. just as a little payback, of course. no other reason….

[linddzz]

A bit of a What I've Been Up To (and the latest thing getting in the way of writing Audacity). I've been saying i wanna rip the carpet out of the whimsigoth plant/book for almost three years now and finally went "fuck it I'm doing it" and have been riding that impulse. Things I learned:

-carpet is the devil and it was GROSS under there

- whoever put carpet over oak flooring AFTER letting white paint spatter all over the floor, I hope you lose every left sock

-sanding is hell especially if you go "pfff I don't need to rent a floor sander, I'm just gonna use my random oscillating sander" and you're cresting past 35

- yeah I get why professional wood floor refinishing is expensive now

I'm doing the other changes I've wanted (getting more bookshelves on the wall, raising all the sconces/art higher up to make room for the Last Unicorn tapestry) and still getting it put back together, but it feels like I'm in the final draft version of the interior design of the room!

[a-cakehound-or-critter-a-day]

9/8/2024 A cozy space!

[granny-griffin]

listen I don’t think easter was a pagan holiday but if it was then like, so what?? it’s christian now?? let’s do halloween next