#anyway i love my little sugar baby idiot son

[g0blinsprout]

"Got a light...?"

Pecival is my little brat diva and he loves attention, and I love drawing him being completely spoiled rotten 😭 the hands are all of characters that he has interacted with/are part of his story!

Based on that one scene of Skully in X-Files when everyone is surrounding her fighting over who can light her cigarette.

[ap-kinda-lit]

In My Dreams, Everything is Perfect

Rating: T Note: Kawasara fic, takes place years into the future, when they're all grown. Kawaki has become an enemy but that doesn't prevent things happening between him and Sarada

The muffled sound of a tiny whine wakes her up. Sarada blinks away her tiredness and looks around until she spots the tiny bundle in the bassinet next to her bed. She sighs and crawls over to reach in and scoop up the baby boy. "It's okay, Daisuke, it's okay." she coos. Her voice manages to sooth the baby enough to settle his face against her collarbone. Sarada gently caresses the small child's head with thumb, petting the soft whisps of pink and black hair that he was slowly growing. Sarada smiles to herself. Even though her mother says he could probably grow out of it, she's still pleased that her baby has inherited the pink hair that she's always admired about her mother, even if half his hair is pink. He gets that from him. Sarada thought sadly to herself. Having a child in the midst of war probably wasn't the best idea. Having a child with someone who was at fault for the destruction was especially far from being a good idea. A lot would call it stupid, idiotic. A part of her agreed with them. But that didn't stop it from happening anyway. Sarada laid back into the bed pillows and allowed her head to lean back, her arms still wrapped securely around her son who has now drifted back to sleep against her chest. She loved her little boy so much, but she wasn't ignorant to what others would think. What they would do if they knew how he came to be. They can't know. They won't. echoed time and time again in Sarada's subconscious. Fortunately, she had her mother who was more than understanding and supportive. She was fully aware of her grandson's parentage, but she never showed any judgement or disappointment to him or her daughter, no matter how stunned she was by the news. Sakura's support for her daughter went beyond just emotional and physical. Being Konoha's head medic, she had her ways of ensuring their well-being and security. Aided by Sumire, she helped her daughter deliver the baby safely and far away from outside eyes and ears. She took a step a further by making two birth certificates: one for public record, and one to be kept locked away and hidden deep within their family circle. Every word and mark was identical between the two documents, save for the category that named the newborn's father. The corners of Sarada's eyes stung as small tears began to form in them. There were so many times where it simply killed her. Keeping it secret, knowing it, and remembering it every time she looked at her boy, their boy. She rubbed her eyes with one hand to wipe the tears away and tried to keep herself totally quiet so she wouldn't wake Daisuke. It wasn't going to be like this forever, that she knew. Someone would notice the likeness between the little boy and Konoha's feared enemy, he would grow up and soon start asking questions... She could already envision it. He would look up to her with those innocent black eyes and say, "Mama? Who's my papa?" She could see it, hear it, and feel it so vividly, as if it was already happening at that very moment. What will I tell him? What do I say? she wondered. It was a good question, a very good one. One she couldn't avoid. It was inevitable. But that made it even more difficult than it already was. What do you tell a child in Daisuke's place? Do you lie? Or tell him the truth? How do you do it? Do you sugar coat it or tell it flat out, as blunt as possible? How, just how, do you tell him that his father was the man who was responsible for so much of the destruction around him, who had taken his grandfather away from him, who had shattered his mother's heart into a thousand tiny pieces, and who likely had no idea he even existed? Sarada turned her head to look out her bedroom window. The sun was starting to rise and soon everyone else would be awake. Daisuke would of course need to be fed. But, for now, Sarada had time for herself. She settled the still sleeping child back into his bassinet and she lied down on her side, her eyes glued to the bassinet and her child in it. Despite all the thoughts buzzing through

her mind, she felt her eyes grow heavy and it didn't take too long for Sarada to surrender to her impending slumber. Once asleep, she found herself in a dreamworld that, even she knew it wasn't real, she still found comforting. In it, she had her father back, everything was the way it used to be, everyone was together and safe, and he was there with her and their son. She dreamed he was sitting next to her, cradling Daisuke in his arms, and completely at peace. She would hear him say, "Sweet dreams." And she would reply, in a quiet voice, "You too, Kawaki."

[smolbeandrabbles]

Somebody to You - Anders Harris x Reader (The Land of Steady Habits)

Author’s Note: Super Short Prompt request by a dear friend 😘💙 Thank you for requesting! Always happy to take requests if you ever do want to send anymore! 😁

I know I say this quite often these days, but when characters are this easy to write it really is a wonder that I don’t write for them more often?  Instead I spend it on characters that I have to hyperfocus on to get completely right... Andrew!

Disclaimer: TLoSH characters, gifs and lyrics not mine.

Premise:  “It’s too cold to get up and make coffee” 😉

Words: 1438

Warnings: one tinsy-tiny little sex reference. (It’s basically N/A)

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Look at me now, I'm falling I can't even talk, still stuttering This ground I'm on, it keeps shaking I used to run around I didn't wanna settle down But now I wake each day Looking for a way that I can see your face I've got your photograph But, baby, I need more than that I need to know your lips Nothing ever mattered to me more than this

All I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah Is somebody to you All I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah Is somebody to you Everybody's trying to be a billionaire But every time I look at you I just don't care 'Cause all I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah Is somebody to you

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It was certainly cold today. Colder than it had been in weeks. Nobody need tell you that, the fact that you weren’t too hot bundled under duvet and blankets, and tucked up under Anders’ body told you that. Tentatively you snaked your hand out to find your phone or clock – what time…? And almost immediately regretted it, pulling yourself back in – nope! That was ridiculous though, there was heating in this house, right? Having said that, you knew that for this exact sleeping position to work – and Anders was always very handsy – he didn’t like the house too hot in the evening. That better be all it was, or you’d be kicking your retired finance professional out of bed to fix the heating before you so much as put a toe outside the covers. When you questioned the decision to turn the heating down in the coldest part of the day, Anders trying to give you some excuse about bad dreams only had you raising your eyebrow at him and telling him to pull the other one! But he just liked cuddling you, and that was something you’d never complain about. As soon as your hand retracted again Anders pulled you closer. “You better not be even thinking of leaving…” “I just wanted to know the time.” You wound your arms around his, tracing gentle patterns into his skin. “Too early. There.” “Thank God I have such a helpful boyfriend.” “Damn right!” He chuckled, shifting his body from yours to relieve you of his weight. “I was about to say, he’s a little heavy though.” Arms still around you he pulled your back to his chest, pressing a kiss into your shoulder. “Naah…” You couldn’t help but grin as Anders traced his lips across your shoulders and neck, “If he says so.” You weren’t sure if you did drift back to sleep in his arms or not, but Anders was active this morning. Make no mistake, all that kinetic attention was on you. Although you weren’t really talking to each other beyond the occasional two sentence conversation, that didn’t matter too much. You’d been dating long enough to know each other and be comfortable even in complete silence, his head nestled with yours in the curve of your neck, legs tucked up under yours in the shape you lay in: sometimes he’d tangle your legs with his, but not this morning. Anders withdrew his arms from your embrace, running his hands over your arms soothingly as he placed another gentle kiss to the back of your neck. “You’re tense.” “Am I?” “Very.” He continued to rub your arms, graduating to your back – although he tried not to move too far away as he massaged gentle circles into you. “What do you expect, working in NYC?” “God, just give up! I did---! Oh, Baby…” His intake of breath was sharp as he got to your lower back, circles comforting. You wriggled under his fingertips, “Ah, uh huh. That’s good.” “Yeah?” You could feel his smile as his lips pressed into your shoulder again. “Yes…” You breathed, letting Anders work the tension out of your muscles. He was soft with you, wanting nothing more than for you to relax into his morning snuggles. That was fine with you – you had a man who treated you well and took care of you. In his eyes, the longer he got to keep his hands on you the better, no matter what capacity that might be in. Though if Anders moved them much lower, he’d probably get smacked. As he continued to rub these circles into your lower back - they became absentminded waves and patterns as his concentration lapsed – Anders took the opportunity to whisper sweet nothings that made you both beam and turn various shades of pink, eventually burying your face in your pillow, getting him laughing again. When you felt that your muscles may have relaxed enough, you became a little impatient; eventually grabbing his hands back, you just wanted Anders’ arms around you again. Although you didn’t stay like that for too long, and you turned yourself around in his embrace, small pout on your face. “What?” “I can’t kiss you when my back is to you.” “I was fine kissing you.” “Oh my god – shut up-!” You knew he was about to ask you to make him, so you caught his lips before Anders had the chance. He pulled your body closer to his, and this time did thread your legs together, linking his hands behind your back to continue to sooth you; rubbing his thumbs in the same gentle circles with that little love-struck bashful smile of his. You sappy idiot… These slow, sweet kisses continued into a full make-out session, with your arms tangled around his shoulders and then fingers tangled in his hair before you had to let him go. At first Anders was a little confused, until you began to yawn. Immediately his confusion was replaced with a smug grin: “Oh, uh huh, someone isn’t awake yet, it’s certainly too early.” You shoved him playfully, “Nah, I just need coffee.” Anders nodded his approval, “Great, I’ll take mine black… little bit of sugar.” You folded your arms, “Excuse me? You’re not expecting me to get out of bed and make it?!” “I thought that’s exactly where this conversation was heading.” He stretched out, eying you. “Uh, no.” “Well, then I guess you’re not getting coffee.” “Are you kidding me?! You’re not either then.” He shrugged, “I don’t need it – you’re the one who is sleepy.” “You’re gonna make your girlfriend brave freezing temperatures to bring you coffee?” “Yup. Anyway I’m older so I’m WAY more likely to succumb to the conditions…!” You narrowed your eyes at him, but Anders clearly wasn’t about to budge. Instead you just snuggled your form into his, Anders enveloped you in his arms once more, rubbing his hands over your back again. You made your voice sweet and persuasive: “I’m not tired or sleepy, just I’m relaxed and with someone I love and trust…” There was a long pause, and Anders cleared his throat, “Well how am I supposed to be snarky back to that-!” You laughed, almost triumphantly, “You’re not, you’re supposed to get me coffee!” He scoffed, back to his previous argument, “NO chance! I’ll freeze to death!” “Well, someone’s gotta do it.” “What are you suggesting? We draw straws?” “... You got any straws to draw?” You quirked an eyebrow; it wouldn’t surprise you, with his idea of decorating. Anders looked at his bedside table “Uhm. Unfortunately void of late-night binge drinking glasses and tiny plastic straws. Sorry, looks like we’re staying here.” “You’re infuriating, you know that right?” “Well, you’re still here.” He stretched again, and this time it was Anders’ turn to yawn, “No one is making you stay…” He folded his arms, jokingly turning his body half away from you. You whined gently, winding your arms around him tight and lying your head on his chest, smiling at just how warm he really was; “No one has to.”

You cracked an eye open to his next round of shuffling, and found him typing away on his mobile, “What are you doing?!?” You attempted to shift yourself across his chest to see the screen, whilst also keeping track of his heart under your fingertips. Moving your hands in soothing patterns over his skin to reciprocate his own movements over yours. Anders placed a gentle thank you kiss to your forehead as he replied; “Texting Preston.” “To achieve what exactly?” Your eyebrow raised, confused. “Well neither of us want to get up and get coffee, so, I’m sure he’s about.” Anders drew your body as close as possible to his, as if to prove a point once more about the cold air – although you weren’t arguing – “I’ll invite him for breakfast and he can bring the coffee!” “You are unbelievable!” So, he wouldn’t even get out of bed to make you coffee, but he’d make his son drive across town!? Also, wouldn’t one of you have to open the door for the poor guy? “I believe the word is... resourceful!” Anders smiled as Preston came back that it sounded like a great idea! You rolled again, propping yourself up on his chest; “And who is gonna make breakfast, pray tell?” Anders rolled his eyes and sighed, stroking a hand through your hair and traced his fingertips delicately down your back: “Oh... I’ll do it,” He ran his other fingers under your chin to persuade your lips to his, “just give me 10 more minutes!”

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Thank you for requesting! Thank you for reading! 😘💕

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Weekly Recap | March 9-22

Didn’t even realize but I completely forgot the recap for the week of March 9th to March 15th because I was too busy trying to find a flight home from Scotland (fuck coronavirus and bojo!!!) So now you get two weeks worth of fics!

Complete

good on my own (needed me) by mcwho (Modern AU, Teacher Bucky | 12K | Explicit): There are some mistakes that could be made by anybody. Anybody. Bucky taught high school pretty much his whole life, and that was fine, those were kids, and he knew all of them anyway, which meant there was very little chance of him accidentally fucking any of his students during an impulsive post-marital-breakdown Grindr hook-up. Which is exactly what he had done with Steve.

💙 The Conservation of a 17th Century Painting by birdjay/ @bird-jay (Modern AU, Artist Steve | 13K | Explicit): Well. He does live alone, and it’s not like anyone would find out. He could safely stick his hand down his pants right now and not have to worry about it. He’s jerked off loads of times in his own apartment. It’s...healthy to let stress out this way...right? And the fact that it’s to a doctor of art history isn’t weird. Or at least, not super weird. People have masturbated to weirder things. Steve knows that for sure. And it’s not like Dr. Barnes is rough on the eyes or anything, either. He’s quite possibly the most handsome man Steve’s looked at in months. And, well, there’s the whole art side to things, as well. (Part 1 of The Met: Art Conservation Studies)

Re-framing the Canvas by birdjay/ @bird-jay (Modern AU | 4K | Explicit): Steve and Dr. Barnes's first date. (Part 2 of The Met: Art Conservation Studies)

Perfectly Mad by ClaraxBarton/ @claraxbarton​ (PWP, Shrunkyclunks | 2,2K | Explicit): Whoever had decided to seat Steve beside Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes - eldest son of President Winifred Barnes, war hero, recently returned from a three month stay as a hostage of an offshoot of the same terrorist group that had once held Tony Stark - was clearly an idiot. Actually, in Steve’s opinion, whoever had thought Barnes attending the dinner at all was an idiot. Whoever had thought inviting Steve to the dinner was an idiot.

own me, i'll let you play the role (i'll be your animal) by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid​ (Werewolf Steve, PWP | 6,7K | Explicit): He wanders into a clearing, the same one where he stood, almost three months ago, watching the Quinjet while waiting for Steve to come running to him. It was the start of something…educational. It’s one thing to take Steve as he is, another to love it the way Bucky did. He has no regrets. He’s been worse things than a monster-fucker. - Bucky’s not wearing red, but he’s got a big, bad wolf on his tail. (Part 3 of 💙in this story, you have claws)

i look like all you need by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP, Daddy Bucky | 4,9K | Explicit): “Steve,” James starts, voice so low and so deep, a shiver running down Steve’s spine, “Baby, you can either come here and stand in front of me…or I’ll drag you by your fucking hair and put you there. Choose.” (Part 1 of Daddy James Bucky Barnes/Twink Steve)

i'm seein' the pain, seein' the pleasure by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP, Daddy Bucky | 1,8K | Explicit): Steve had barely been able to keep up, gasping and trying to ask what James was doing, his thigh pulled up and hiked around a thick waist, a filthy roll of James’ hips. James had whispered low in his ear, “Wouldn’t be a good Daddy if I didn’t make sure my sweet boy got to bed…” (Part 2 of Daddy James Bucky Barnes/Twink Steve)

💙 No One Else by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (Sugar Daddy Steve | 12K | Explicit): And now here he is, walking up the steps to Steve’s brownstone at 12:03 in the morning on a Thursday night. He’s standing there like a fucking idiot with his tail between his legs, his hand coming up to ring the doorbell and falling back to his side maybe 8 times, and he lets out a shaky sigh. What if Steve wasn’t awake? Was this out of line? Showing up to his house in the middle of the fucking night? Fuck. (Part 1 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)

Never Before by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 5,6K | Explicit): Before Steve, Bucky enjoyed sex, engaging in it frequently with various partners, enjoying himself and the pleasure he could bring others. But when Steve came along his world was flipped upside-fucking-down. Bucky had never felt so desperate, so needy, so pathetic for someone. He had never once been brought to tears during sex or because of sex but Steve brought them out of him almost every time, whether it be from the sex itself or for begging for it. He had no idea what his body and what his mind were capable of during sex until he came along. It was like Bucky had never had sex before Steve entered his life. (Part 2 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)

Slumber by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP, Daddy Steve | 4,1K | Explicit): “Bucky, honey. Can’t get enough even when you’re sleepin’, huh?” (Part 3 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)

Mad With It by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 3,9K | Explicit): “Bucky, come here.” Fuck that. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t move and he finds himself gritting out, “Make me.” He knows he’s being a brat, knows he has been all damn day. He knows Steve is being as sweet as can be, trying to be supportive, but he can only take so much. (Part 5 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)

Cyclone by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 4,9K | Explicit): “Listen to those manners, baby, so good. You can have all of Daddy’s cock you want but you better fucking work for it.” (Part 6 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)

Delirious by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 2,8K | Explicit): “Fuck, honey you look so good takin’ it for me. That little cock has come twice already and look how hard it is for Daddy. Said you couldn’t come and look at you about to come all over my cock.” (Part 7 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)

I Just Wanna Tell You Somethin' by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 1,4K | Explicit): Bucky had been so preoccupied at the library studying with Natasha that he hadn’t even realized his phone had been ringing. Or that he had missed quite a handful of text messages. Luckily it was only one missed call, but his stomach clenched nervously when he saw that there was a voicemail. A long voicemail. (Part 8 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)

Lately You've Been on my Mind by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​  (PWP | 1,8K | Explicit):  As soon as Steve’s office door is closed behind him, he lets out an incredibly deep sigh, his tense shoulders slumping, his eyes falling shut. Meeting after meeting after meeting had consumed his day and most of them had unfortunately been arduous with difficult clients and a test of patience. Steve needed to go home for the weekend and it felt like he needed it more than he needed to breathe. He slips his phone from his pocket and immediately curses. He missed a call from Bucky. (Part 9 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)

💙 Gym Day by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 19K | Explicit): He sits up and rolls his neck, hands planted on either side of his hips on the wooden bench beneath him, focusing on his posture, and looks over at the man sitting with him. Oh shit. (Part 1 of Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Solider Bucky Barnes| Shrinkyclinks)

Easy Like Sunday Mornin' by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 3,2K | Explicit): Today is a Sunday and the universally-accepted laziness of the day may be why Steve finds himself wanting it slow and sweaty and deep. Bucky didn’t ask questions. (Part 2 of Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Solider Bucky Barnes| Shrinkyclinks)

💙 Right in my Space by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 9K | Explicit): Fuck. Steve’s head falls against the door with a gentle thump that he knows Bucky has to hear from the other side. Bucky was the absolute best and the absolute worst thing he could have seen on the other side of his door, especially with his slightly muddled red-wine-filled brain. He has worked so hard to avoid this moment, has hurt himself over and over again, and here he is feeling vulnerable standing at his door at midnight while the guy he definitely doesn’t want to date and definitely might not be in love with stands on the other side. (Part 3 of Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Solider Bucky Barnes| Shrinkyclinks)

life is but a dream by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 2,3K | Explicit): “Beg for it.” The phrase bounces around in Bucky’s brain like a pinball, off different sides, rolling around the curvature of his skull. His eyes are open, but his vision is a little hazy, can make out Steve’s slim backside as it hovers over Bucky’s angry erection, his amused but hot facial expression. Steve lets go of Bucky’s dick, smacks his hand down hard on his stomach instead, “Gone on me already, honey?” (Part 4 of Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Solider Bucky Barnes| Shrinkyclinks)

Edging Closer by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)/ @leveragehunters​ (Modern AU | 1,4K | Teen): Bucky had an apartment of his very own (okay, technically he co-owned it with the bank) and a neighbour of his very own: Steve Rogers, tall, blond, built and ridiculously kind. Sure, Bucky had accused said neighbour of being a butt-pic snapping pervert, but amazingly enough he'd been forgiven. In fact, he'd been more than forgiven, but even after dating Steve for not-quite-a-year, Bucky's eyebrows shot up when Steve dropped down next to him on the couch and casually asked, "Do you want to try edging this weekend?" (Part 2 of Two Men and a Single Entendre)

WIP

💙 Like it's the Only Thing I'll Ever Do by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (ABO AU | 3/4 | 22K | Explicit): When Steve opens the door, Bucky feels like he’s been living in clouds for the past few days, maybe even his entire life. Steve is life, Steve is happiness, Steve is the sun. He has such a visceral reaction to seeing the Alpha that he feels his knees go weak, feels his body draw tight towards the other man, pulled in. Or big Alpha Steve moves into sweet little Omega Bucky's apartment building and a roller-coaster build of a romance ensues.

💙 the reverie was not of me, you never saw nothing (so good for you and good for me) by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid​ (Canon divergent | 2/? | 15K | Explicit): S.H.I.E.L.D and the Red Room throw Captain America and the Winter Soldier together for yet another mission. Serendipity is a tricky thing. (Part 2 of lay your heart into my perfect machine)

The Mnemosyne Project by onymousann (Post-WS | 2/? | 4,5K | Explicit): Someone's trying to talk to the Winter Soldier. Steve intends to find out who. (Part 2 of ocean eyes)

Paradise Lost (& Found) by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel​ (Modern AU | 28/? | 62K | Mature): Meeting at a tropical resort AU where Steve is there on a 2-week honeymoon package after his fiancee left him at the altar, and Bucky is there for his sister’s destination wedding but doesn’t have a room because there was a mix up with the reservations in the system.

💙 Whip Crack by Quarra/ @quarra​ (Tentacles AU | 109K | 13/? | Explicit): Tentacle Monster Steve is captured by Hydra. They send in the Winter Soldier with a bull whip to break him, but as far as Steve's concerned the most beautiful creature he's ever seen walked in to his cell and started waving a sexy black tentacle at him. It's love at first sight.

Re-read

wild at heart by spacebuck/ @spacebuck​ (Shrunkyclunks, Soulmates AU | 11K | Explicit): Steve's volunteering when he meets his soulmate, and the cheetahs Bucky's responsible for make pretty good matchmakers, too.

[merakiaes]

Happy Christmas - Arthur Shelby

Pairing: Arthur Shelby

Requested: Yes. 

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: This is a bit quick and not so Christmasy as I would have wanted it to be but I hope you like it anyway xx (NOT PROOFREAD)

Wordcount: 2195

Summary: Spending Christmas with Arthur and your children. 

Last year, Christmas dinner had been hosted at Tommy and Lizzie’s house, but this year, it was yours and Arthur’s turn to host, and you had been up and at it at since seven this morning to get everything ready until the rest of your extended family would be arriving.

As Arthur hadn’t gotten home until late the night before after having been out with his brothers, you let him sleep in and took care of your three children while preparing the Christmas dinner.

You didn’t ask him to get out of bed until around twelve when you noticed your oldest daughter had drunk all of the milk that you needed for the chocolate cake you were planning to bake and had to send him off to get some more.

He made it to the market and home with the milk, but somewhere during the ride, the car had started acting up, and he had been outside trying to fix it ever since while you kept working in the kitchen, keeping your children occupied by setting them on gingerbread duty.

It had taken a good few times to finally get them to stop eating the dough, however.

You were just taking the turkey and roast potatoes out of the oven when the front door slammed open in the mudroom, followed by the sound of Arthur’s heavy footsteps against the wooden floors.

You spared him a glance as he entered the kitchen, watching as he removed his hat and pulled a hand through his hair, the light brown strands now greasy with sweat and getting even more so when he pulled his dirty hands through it.

Still, even though he was covered in dirt and grime and was wet with snow, the mere sight of him brought a smile to your lips.

You turned your attention back to the potatoes as he walked into the room, scrambling them around to make sure the salt and pepper was evenly divided.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Arthur’s voice broke through the air as he walked over to your children sitting at the table behind you. “What’s going on ‘ere? You’re supposed to make biscuits out of the dough, not eat it.”

A sigh left your lips when hearing his words and you wasted no time in abandoning the potatoes, wiping your hands on your apron and turning around to join Arthur over by the table.

“I thought I told you not to eat the dough raw.” You told your son and daughter, Jonathan and Isabel, forcing the dough out of their hands and putting it back into the bowl in front of them. “You’re going to get a tummy ache.”

Isabel looked at you with sheepish expressions. “Sorry, ma.”

But Jonathan only ate the rest of the dough from his fingers, giving you a big, cheeky smile, showing off the three gaps where he had lost his teeth the week before.

You grabbed the bowl with the remains of the dough, realizing they probably wouldn’t be making any cookies at all, and ruffled your son’s hair before going back to the kitchen counter while Arthur moved along to your youngest son where he sat in his baby chair munching on a carrot.

“How you doin’, Billy boy?” He greeted, putting a hand on his little head and crouching down to his height. “You being good for your mother?” He questioned, without a doubt referring to the endless crying that had been going on for the past few days, without a doubt caused by teething.

You rolled your eyes at the fact that Arthur didn’t seem to care in the slightest that you had been up all morning cleaning the children up and making them look nice, just putting his dirty paws on his freshly clean hair like it was nothing, but still couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips.

“He’s doing good.” You told him, going back to the food and sparing your husband a glance over your shoulder. “Hasn’t screamed all morning. His tooth must have finally broken through.”

Arthur brought his hand down from Billy’s head and squeezed his cheek playfully, smiling when he let out a gleeful laugh. “Only twenty baby teeth to go then, eh?”

You chuckled at that, turning your attention back to the food as Arthur came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his head into your hair, placing a kiss on your neck.

You should have probably shoved him away at once, knowing he would without a doubt mess up your clean hair if you let him rub his grimy and sweaty face against you for long, but you couldn’t help but to melt into his touch, your head falling back against his shoulder.

He hummed, pulling you tighter and causing you to stop what you were doing with the food. “Smells good.” He mumbled into your neck and you smiled.

“Well, I would hope so.” You chuckled. “I’ve been up since seven getting everything ready.”

He grumbled, pressing another kiss to your neck, tickling your skin with his mustache. “I wasn’t talking about the food, love.”

Your smile widened and your stomach fluttered, but when he brought his hands away from your waist and started moving them up your body, and up your clean, Christmas dress, you instantly broke out of your trance and slapped his hands away, turning around in his arms and giving him a stern look.

“Go bathe, you’re filthy.” You ordered him, pushing him back by his chest lightly.

He raised an eyebrow, giving you a teasing look. “Is that the thank you I get for being romantic?”

You snorted, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back against the kitchen counter. “You’re an idiot.”

He let out a low sound, bending forward to give you a chaste kiss. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

“Go clean up and get dressed.” You smiled, brushing a few strands of hair out of his eyes. “Your brothers are going to be here in less than two hours.”

He gave you a smile in return, leaning in to give you another kiss, before wordlessly leaving the kitchen to go to your bidding, leaving you to the food once again.

Jonathan and Isabel kept minding themselves back at the table, having brought in a few toys to keep Billy happy so that you could do everything you were supposed to do.

You put the turkey and potatoes back into the oven on low heat to keep them warm until the others would be arriving and moved on to bake the cake. 

You measured the flour, cocoa, sugar and the rest of the dry ingredients and mixed them together in a big bowl, before adding the milk and starting to crack the eggs open and mixing them in one by one.

The batter was heavy under the whisk and caused your arm to start aching pretty quickly. Making dinner for your entire family all by yourself was a real struggle.

Both Arthur and Tommy had tried telling you the night before that they had people for cooking and cleaning and everything in between but you refused it. Having people doing everything for you around the holidays took the charm and spirits out of the whole thing, in your opinion at least.

And you knew Polly, Lizzie, and Esme would help you when they arrived, so it would all be okay in the end.

Twenty minutes passed and you had just put the cake in the oven when Arthur yelled from upstairs. “WHERE’S MY TIE?”

You chuckled, yelling back while moving on to make the frosting of the cake. “ON THE STOOL IN THE RIGHT HALLWAY!”

He was quiet for a moment, a for a few seconds you thought he hadn’t heard you, but then he yelled down again. “WHAT THE ‘ELL IS IT DOING THERE?”

You could hear him walking across the floor above you, and shook your head slightly while pouring more cocoa into a clean bowl. “YOU PUT IT THERE WHEN YOU CAME HOME DRUNK AGAIN LAST NIGHT, REMEMBER?” You yelled back, but there was nothing but humour in your voice.

He didn’t answer anymore to that, but you could hear him grumbling to himself as he passed the staircase, causing you to chuckle under your breath.

“Muuuum.” Isabel suddenly whined from behind you, and you turned around to face her, humming.

“Yeah?”

“Can I get a glass of milk?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” You smiled, wasting no time in going over to the cabinet and bringing out a glass.

“I want milk, too.” Jonathan pitched in. “And biscuits.”

“The biscuits are for later, darling.” You told him, bringing another glass down from the cabinet and going over to the counter, pouring some milk up for the two of them.

“But I want them now.” He whined, and you just smiled, turning around with the glasses in hand and going over to the table, setting them down in front of them.

“You can wait for another two hours.” You answered, ruffling his hair before turning around at the sound of Arthur’s footsteps coming down the stairs.

He was now completely free of dirt and grime, dressed nicely in the suit you had laid out for him earlier that morning, his hair clean and hanging down in his face slightly with water still dripping from it.

He walked over to the counter, starting to scope out the biscuits and bowl of frosting, and you instantly read his mind.

“Don’t lick that whisk yet, I still need to use it.” You told him quickly, watching as he looked up from the frosting to look at you with a cheeky grin, eyes squinted in mischief.

“What, you want me to lick something else?” He asked, and you rolled your eyes as an automatic response, but still smiled.

You turned away from him for a second, placing a few more pieces of carrots down in front of Billy so that he wouldn’t get jealous of Jonathan and Isabel getting milk, and upon turning back to Arthur, you found him doing the exact opposite of what you had told him.

“I told you not to lick it!” You exclaimed, hurrying over to him and janking the whisk out of his grasp, throwing it back onto the counter.

He wasn’t fazed at all by your quick and sudden actions, though, only smirking and grabbing a hold of your hips, pulling you into his chest. “It’s either you or the whisk, love.” He drawled, smirking down at you.

You playfully glared at him.

“Why would you lick mummy?” Isabel asked from her spot at the table, causing you to turn around to face her.

“Yeah, dad, that’s weird.” Jonathan agreed, scrunching his nose up and licking his lips, a thick layer of milk now dripping off the top of it.

You put your hand up to Arthur’s chest, giving him a ‘look what you did’-glare before turning back to your kids, putting on a smile. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

A pout settled on Isabel’s face. “I want to know now!”

“Me too!” Jonathan agreed, glaring and crossing his arms over his chest.

“You do, ay?” Arthur raised an eyebrow. “Well, when a man and a woman love each other, the-“

You wasted no time in slapping his chest, hard, instantly shutting him up. He gave you a bewildered look, only being met with a fierce glare, and turned around to your kids who were still waiting eagerly. 

“You’ll understand when you’re older.” He told them carefully, copying your earlier sentence and causing them to ‘aw’ in disappointment.

They didn’t get much time to complain about it, however, as there came a knock on the front door only a second later, indicating that everyone had arrived. 

The kids instantly shot out of their seats, running off with such force and speed that their chairs fell to the floor.

The sounds of John’s and Polly’s voices greeting your kids cut through the air from the front door, and you turned around in Arthur’s arms, getting to fixing his bow tie, straightening it out and folding down the collar of his shirt.

He gazed down at you as you moved your fingers around his collar, never taking his eyes off of you. 

Once you were done, he moved to go to the front door, but you quickly stopped him, a snort leaving your nose at the sight of chocolate batter in his mustache and on his cheek.

“Come here, you mess.”

He grumbled under his breath. “Who you callin’ a mess, woman?”

But still, he stood still as you brought your thumb up to your lips and licked it lightly, and allowed you to clean his cheek and mustache. Once you were done, you smiled, giving him a quick kiss.

You held the front of his suit in your hands as your lips moved together, smiling through the entire kiss. His hands were on your hips, rubbing gentle circles over your hipbones.

You broke apart and pressed your foreheads together, smiling.

“Happy Christmas, my love.” You told him softly, and he smiled, bending down to press another chaste kiss to the corner of your lips.

“Happy Christmas.” He answered, before taking you under his arm and leading you out of the kitchen to greet his brothers and their families who had all now retreated into the sitting room.

[nerianasims]

Billboards #1 1965

Under the cut.

Petula Clark – “Downtown” -- January 23, 1965

I love this song to bits. I don't entirely know why. Petula Clark obviously sings it wonderfully. There's that little bell that sometimes chimes in. There's a pattern to the song that makes it feel like Broadway, which is, of course, downtown. It's a fantasy version of a downtown in a big city. One thing I love about fantasy is a sense of place, and that's what this entire song is dedicated to. It's an unusual subject for pop music, and it's great.

The Righteous Brothers – “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling” -- February 6, 1965

How does one even talk about this song? It feels somehow eternal. This is Phil Spector's production at its best. But Bill Medley's singing is the point. This song is one of the greats.

Gary Lewis And The Playboys – “This Diamond Ring” -- February 20, 1965

Gary Lewis is Jerry Lewis' son. Unlike his father, he does not consist entirely of annoyance-producing molecules, but the song's not good either. In it, the guy's fiancee dumped him and he's selling the diamond ring. A boring, bland heartbreak song that belongs three years or so back.

The Temptations – “My Girl” -- March 6, 1965

My mom used to sing this song to me when I was a little kid. I think a lot of parents sing this song to their little girls; it's that kind of love song. Yet it's not irritatingly antiseptic. It's about true love. True love can be a lot of things. This song is every superlative you can think of. Brilliant in every aspect.

The Beatles – “Eight Days A Week” -- March 13, 1965 

It's a good, but not great, Beatles song. Very fun, with a lot of interesting things musically, like the bassline (as usual) and whatever George Harrison does with his guitar.

The Supremes – “Stop! In The Name Of Love” -- March 27, 1965

Finally, Diana Ross actually sounds kinda pissed off. It's also got more of a rock edge. She's still begging, and not threatening to leave the guy's cheating ass. Yet, though there is no explicit threat, I feel like there is an implied ultimatum here.

Freddie And The Dreamers – “I’m Telling You Now” -- April 10, 1965

It sounds like this guy is exaggerating his English accent. Considering the British Invasion, probably. He cackles like a monkey on acid, which is the only interesting thing about the song, which is otherwise a bland love song. Though the cackle is interesting, that doesn't make it good. It's creepy. I don't like this one.

Wayne Fontana & The Mindbenders – “The Game Of Love” -- April 24, 1965

"The purpose of a man is to love a woman, and the purpose of a woman is to love a man." Whoo boy. Dated. But the song is 55 years old. Attempting to put that aside, the music is good. The lyrics sound pushy, though. Also it gets terribly repetitive at the end. Meh.

Herman’s Hermits – “Mrs. Brown, You’ve Got A Lovely Daughter” -- May 1, 1965

Was it once usual for guys to go to their ex-girlfriends' mothers to talk of their heartbreak after the girlfriend dumped them? This song is painfully "look how English I am! You Americans like to throw money at English pop singers, right?" It wears out its welcome quickly.

The Beatles – “Ticket To Ride” -- May 22, 1965

It's interesting how the Beatles seem to have matured five years in one. I can't imagine this group having performed "I Want to Hold Your Hand." The harmonies and rhythms in "Ticket to Ride" are far more complex, the sounds are more varied, and the lyrics are much more mature. His wife/girlfriend is absolutely determined to leave him, and he seems taken by surprise. Yet there are hints he shouldn't have been: "She would never be free when I was around." He goes on, "My baby don't care." Yet underneath there's the suggestion that she simply hasn't got it in her to care any more, because he's exhausted her. Layers of harmony and layers of meaning. It's an intelligent heartbreak song, and those are rare.

The Beach Boys – “Help Me, Rhonda” -- May 29, 1965

I know Brian Wilson was a musical genius but I usually don't like the Beach Boys. It's the lyrics. The narrator was dumped, now he's begging Rhonda to be his rebound. Lucky Rhonda. Then they sing "Help me Rhonda/ Help, help me Rhonda" about five dozen times. Not for me.

The Supremes – “Back In My Arms Again” -- June 12, 1965

Urgh. Don't listen to the Supremes' #1 hits close together. She's got her man back because she stopped listening to her friends' advice. In isolation, there's nothing wrong with that. After all the songs about rotten cheating assholes whom the narrator is desperate to keep, though, it's super uncomfortable. Also using the names of the two backup singers as the friends who give bad advice is in poor taste. And "Flo, she don't know, cuz the boy she loves is a Romeo"? You solely date Romeos! Taken alone, without the context of the other songs, it's good, though I still don't like the strange insult toward the backup singers. Taken with the rest of the Supremes' hits, though, I'm not happy. Especially considering these were all written by men.

The Four Tops – “I Can’t Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch)” -- June 19, 1965

The Supremes weren't the only people in Motown singing about being hopelessly in love with someone who treated them badly. That's what this song is about. I like it, though the line "I'm weaker than a man should be" is a bit wince-inducing these days. But it's an honest sentiment about how men often feel they're not allowed to be idiots over love, though that's a near-universal human experience. Anyway, good song.

The Byrds – Mr. Tambourine Man -- June 26, 1965

The original version of this song was by Bob Dylan, but the Byrds didn't like it, so they changed the sound and ditched a bunch of the lyrics. The lyrics they were left with don't matter at all. This is all about the music, especially the guitar. It's mellow without being soporific, groovy without requiring drugs to understand. It's nice.

The Rolling Stones – “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction” -- July 10, 1965

The Rolling Stones were almost never nice. They went straight for the gut -- or gonads -- found all the nastiest things that people are afraid to say and embarrassed to feel, and hung them up on the front porch. "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" sounds kind of silly today, since it's been played and overplayed so much. But that beginning riff still goes straight to the back-brain.

Two years before, pap like "Hey Paula" was clogging the airwaves. Funnily enough, it's the same subject matter: Goddamn I want to get laid. (The idea that Mick Jagger had trouble getting laid is pretty ridiculous, but anyway.) And then there's the critical bit about hating advertisements. They managed to stick a cultural criticism into a song that's about wanting sex. When you can't get no satisfaction, everything is annoying, and things that were already annoying to begin with start to feel unbearable. The Stones go harder in every way than any #1 before them.

Herman’s Hermits – “I’m Henry VIII, I Am” -- August 7, 1965

And here's the opposite. This song must be meant to be annoying, right? One of my friends and I used to sing it at our parents to drive them nuts, and that was before Ghost. It was their fault for exposing us to it in the first place.

Sonny And Cher – “I Got You Babe” -- August 14, 1965

Cher with Sonny is eternally confusing. Though their marriage didn't last, their love was real, and Cher was heartbroken when Sonny died. But anyway, the song. Sonny saying Cher has a "little hand" is goofy. Actually the whole song is kinda goofy, especially the beat that seems to be made of kazoos. Cher's got this powerful, deep voice, while Sonny has a squeaky little thing, but somehow they mesh. The sentiment is sincere, and a good picture of what it's like to be in a happy relationship. It's good.

The Beatles – “Help!” -- September 4, 1965

John Lennon was only 25 when he sang about being "younger, so much younger than today." But for the Beatles, that could have been two years before. They got so famous so fast and so young, I don't know how any of them lived through it. And that is what this song's about; Lennon called it a "public freak-out." But it's still universal. I love this song, and it helped carry me through some tough times.

Barry McGuire – “Eve Of Destruction” -- September 25, 1965

I remember when I first heard this song on the radio in the car with my mother, I asked her what "Old enough to kill/ But not for voting" meant. That's when I learned people used to not be able to vote until they were 21, though young men could be drafted at 18. I was absolutely stunned, and obviously it stuck with me. When you're a little kid, you tend to think the people in charge are generally fair. Then you find out that's not true at all. That's what this song is about, to me.

The McCoys – “Hang On Sloopy” -- October 2, 1965

Speaking of fair, I'm about to be totally unfair. I hate this fucking song. I had to play it endlessly in middle school band, and then I had to play it AGAIN in high school marching band. And the flute part in the arrangements was the most boring thing that has ever been conceived. I hate this song and I will not be listening to it or thinking about it more than this.

The Beatles – “Yesterday” -- October 9, 1965

Why do people in songs lose their significant others so often because they said something wrong and they don't know what it was? That can't be common. Anyway, this song is beautiful and sad. I'm kind of tired of all the covers of it though.

The Rolling Stones – “Get Off Of My Cloud” -- November 6, 1965

I'm listening to the original mono version of this, and mono sounds very strange these days. I keep wanting to check that my speakers are plugged in. Anyway, thanks to Jagger's marbles-in-mouth singing, I can't understand a word of this song except "Hey! you! get off of my cloud!" and I've never known the lyrics until now. And they're not important. Even the chorus isn't that important. This is all about the beat and the music, neither of which I find interesting for the entire length of the song. Not for me.

The Supremes – “I Hear A Symphony” -- November 20, 1965

A thoroughly happy Supremes song! I think Diana Ross is more suited to happy lovesongs than what she had been singing. She has a lot more emotion in her voice than she has before. The violins are lovely. I love this song.

The Byrds – “Turn! Turn! Turn!” -- December 4, 1965

I have always found this song slightly annoying. The Bible verse set to light pop thing doesn't do it for me. The music isn't anywhere near dramatic enough. This should be operatic, or heavy metal, or something else with serious weight. This is thin.

The Dave Clark Five – “Over And Over” -- December 25, 1965

This song is a bit of a throwback to three or four whole years before. It would have been good then. At this point, it's pretty boring. It's about going to a party he didn't want to go to, hitting on a girl, and getting turned down. The snare drum beat is very repetitive, and so is the melody. A big meh.

BEST OF 1965: "My Girl", with stiff competition.   WORST OF 1965: "I'm Telling You Now"

[ethelphantom]

perhaps the worst of timings and ideas (but I’ll still do it ‘cause I’ll do it with you)

Uh yeah I know this is day late but it’s still the prompt fill for day 22, wedding because well. It was meant to be a drabble but then seemed to decide that no, it wanted to be an actual, almost 3k oneshot. Maybe you’ll survive. The first almost 1,5k are just some people making Jon and Adrien’s life insufferable.

Ao3

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So, perhaps they should have thought it through before all… this.

Whether that meant Marinette and Damian or Adrien and Jon, well, no one was sure.

If it was Marinette and Damian, then this would be about how much they regretted agreeing to help with the wedding, that they both promised to be the Best Woman and the Best Man of their respective best friends. The stress the organisation caused was endless, and that on top of their hero work and university was a lot to handle.

But, as it is, talking about how stressed someone is is rather boring, so no. Maybe we should talk about why Jon and Adrien regretted ever asking their best friends to do any of this instead. They should have just asked them to attend the wedding and perhaps do a short speech.

Not that they didn’t do the speeches anyway. Marinette simply didn’t make a short one and Damian, well, Jon was wishing he had explicitly told his best friend to just keep his mouth shut. To make matters worse, the two of them were doing the speech together, because how else.

“Dear everyone here, it’s certainly lovely to see you all here celebrating these two dumbasses who only took three years to ask each other out after mutual pining and our suffering. It’s certainly a little surprising that after seven years of telling them they actually like each other and goddamnit Adrien yes Jon is genuinely in love with you alright, now can you please propose to him so we’ll be done with your worries, we’re finally here at their wedding reception,” Marinette had said at the very beginning of their speech, earning groans from the happy just married couple and laughs from most of the audience. That, and a “moan all you want about how unfair this is, Adrien, but she’s right, we did have to suffer for years!” from Chloé, along with affirmative nods from Kagami who sat next to her.

Yeah, the only ones invited there who were from Paris were Chloé, Kagami, Marinette, Luka and Félix. Everyone else had at last announced out loud they weren’t friends a few years back, and neither Marinette or Adrien had looked back. Alya was definitely going to call them once she heard Lois Lane was at the wedding as well, but neither cared. It wasn’t like they were going to even answer to her.  

“I’m honoured Jon made the mistake of letting me speak at his and Adrien’s wedding,” was how Damian had started. At that point, Jon had already looked like he was ready to run away from his own wedding, or perhaps it would work better if he just threw Damian out.

Not that either of those actually happened.

“As my lovely girlfriend already said, we indeed had to spend years watching these two dance around each other before they even asked one another out. It took us less time to start dating, and we actually met through them — which reminds me, perhaps I should thank you, Jon. If you hadn’t tried to break through my window and hurt yourself at the process when you wanted to moan about how he brought his ‘cute girlfriend’ with him to the States, I might not have ever met the love of my life you at the time thought was dating her very much platonic best friend.”

Dick started laughing (“so that’s why little D asked us to replace his windows with something unbreakable while muttering something about idiot best friends from under his breath”) and couldn’t stop before Kagami threatened to drag him out by his ear to calm down. It was clear the happy couple wanted the Earth to swallow them alive, preferably right that second.

Then the two ended up giving yet another set of shovel talks to their respective best friends’ husbands, and perhaps the only reason they hadn’t been dragged off the stage and away from the microphones one and half minutes into it was probably the fact neither Jon or Adrien were capable of standing up from their embarrassment and both the Paris Crew and the Batfamily and Conner, Clark and Lois were having too much fun listening to it.

Well. If that wasn’t all, once they got out of the main hall they were using as the dining room, the wedding reception started to look more like a chaos than anything. Nothing bad happened, really, but it was bemusing and a little frustrating, the least to say.

One of the main halls was filled with fake rats, as a very confused Clark tried to explain to his son and son-in-law, and by saying “filled”, he really did mean filled — even Mar’i could only barely fit into the room what with all the stuffed toys in there. Dick was absolutely baffled as he dragged his baby brother (“I’m not your baby brother, you dick”, Jason had yelled as he was being pulled by his collar towards the toom) to help him empty the room.

There were supposed to be filled water glasses in the cafeteria area of the mansion ready to just be taken and drunk. Instead, over half of them were upside down — yet filled with water — along with a computer written note “Have fun cleaning up! Or, try to turn them around without spilling any water. Love you!”

Needless to say, the mess that followed was enormous. Adrien wanted to fling himself off a cliff or maybe a window, but Jon stopped him just in time.

Then there was the area just in front of most of the toilets. Filled with plastic cups full of water, all of them.

Adrien buried his head in his hands, resigning to his fate.

Once they did get to the toilets, some of the soaps were coated in dried clear nail polish. The only reason they figured it out was because Chloé was there and she was able to recognise it without missing a beat.

One of the smaller dining rooms was covered with rather embarrassing pictures of Adrien and Jon. Chloé, Luka, Dick and Tim were all immediately able to find some that they had taken in the past years. It threw Bruce completely off because then who was the culprit?

By then Jon was ready to follow Adrien to jump down from the highest room in the mansion.

Alfred sat them both down, gave them two glasses, a bottle of champagne and a box of chocolate and tissues.

Conner found out some of the caramel apples were replaced by caramel onions.

Neither Adrien or Jon were ever told about it to save them from more chaos.

No one knew who to blame for all of this.

By the time they got back to the main dining hall, two of the biggest tables were covered in post-it notes — and it seemed that all the leftover post-it notes had been attached to the windows lazily once the culprit got bored. Cass took one look at it before she turned around and simply left to breathe some fresh air, dragging Stephanie with her.

Turns out, that was rather impossible since all their jackets were taped to the ceiling — which was rather high up there — and only Kagami and Cass could really get them since everyone else that was a superhero or a vigilante had to play normal nothing-to-see-here to the few non-superheroes in the entire celebration.

And finally, in the very back cold room they found a gorgeous wedding cake — more beautiful and definitely bigger than any of them had ever seen — waiting, which Tim approached with high alert. It was suspicious as it was not supposed to be there, but well. It was a cake. Then again, considering everything else that had happened, it was still far too dangerous to go without being careful. There was a note attached to the wall next to it.

Sorry. Maybe this compensates for all the other stuff. No pranks this time, I swear. Just a delicious cake baked by yours truly. Your favourite flavours. Sorry again. We just needed a getaway plan. Love you, and Adrien, do not try to find us or you’ll find your apartment in less than perfect condition once you visit it again~

You two must be baffled by now, but I have to say I do not find myself too apologetic right now. You’ve caused us enough suffering in the past few years, this is merely a simple payback of equal value, is it not? Have a lovely rest of the evening, Jon. You may want to keep your husband from trying to race to wherever we may be in approximately ten seconds, and it would be preferable if you didn’t try to do so as well.

A beat.

Then, a confused whisper full of suspicion echoed in the dark room, “…where are Marinette and Damian?” It was soon followed by two loud, irritated and frustrated screams of “Marinette! Damian! Get back here!” which could be heard throughout the mansion they rented and the forest surrounding them.

⬷۵⤐

“Thanks Kaalki, here are some sugar cubes for you as thanks,” Marinette said smiling tiredly and yawned. Then her eyes landed on the flowers she had taken with her and she laughed.“I wonder how long it will take them before they realise I stole Adrien’s bouquet before he can throw it over his shoulder.”

Marinette leaned against her boyfriend and let him pick her up to carry her to the bedroom. It had been a stressful and tiring few weeks, and considering it was past midnight in Paris already, she decided that it was completely reasonable for them to go sleep already. Even if they had just spent the past two weeks in Gotham and Metropolis and her internal clock should correspond to theirs instead of Paris’.

They had first gone to The Seine to calm down and to breathe for a while. Damian had searched up the exact coordinates of their wanted location before simply taking the Miraculous from Marinette and transforming himself. There was no way he could have let his far too exhausted girlfriend to handle this — there was a good chance they’d end up in The Seine instead of next to it.

After that, Damian had transformed once more to take them to Adrien’s apartment, and the only reason they ended up in front of the building instead of inside it was because Marinette had insisted she wanted to open the door with the keys Adrien had given her the previous summer. Both could have bet he was regretting doing that more than anything right now, but that was fine.

Damian set her gently to the bed before helping her change into her pajamas so that they could just go to sleep. He had plans for the day that his best friend had almost ruined for him by deciding he wanted to get married the day before, and now that Damian had a chance to go through with his plans anyway, there was no way he was going to let his Angel exhaust herself even more. He needed her awake for the morning.

Once he was sure Marinette had fallen asleep, he took both their phones and simply turned them off, knowing that soon enough they would be blown up with messages and he would rather not have his Father or Drake to hack their phones to turn up the volume again. After all, there was a real chance they would do just that. Harder to do it to a phone that’s just simply off.

⬷۵⤐

“Good morning, habibti. I hope you slept well. I made breakfast, please dress and get to the kitchen,” Damian said, waking her up from her peaceful slumber. He kissed her forehead gently before turning around and leaving to give her some space.

Marinette buried her face to her pillow before smelling the amazing scent that came from the kitchen. Damnit. Now she really couldn’t just continue sleeping. Damn her boyfriend for being a sneaky bastard and making sure she wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep.

So, Marinette opened one of the luggage, not really caring which one of them owned it, and took the first sweater she could find and pulled it over her head. Then she stood up and walked to the kitchen, following the wonderful scent in favour of ignoring the need to brush her teeth.

“Good morning, mon tresor,” she said, leaning against the door frame and watched her dear boyfriend cook them something to eat. Once he turned around, he simply stopped in his tracks, staring at her. “What is it? Did I dress up in something dirty?”

Damian shook his head and smiled at her. “No, it’s not that. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes,” he replied, taking a few strides across the room to get to her. He swept her up into his arms and squeezed her. “You’re too adorable for your own good,” he told her as blush crept to her cheeks.

When Damian finally returned her back to her feet, she pulled him down by his collar and pressed a kiss on his nose, only then letting him return to whatever it was he had been doing. Marinette rubbed her still sleepy eyes, yawning before she slumped on the chair closest to her. Burying her head to her arms, ready to fall asleep at the table again, she sighed happily as Damian reached out to comb her hair a little. It was nice and comforting. Well, up until he found a tangled area and had to use a little more force to untangle it. Marinette winced and stiffed, only relaxing when Damian kissed her head.

“I apologise, love. I did not mean to cause you pain,” he said, his hands never leaving her hair.

“It’s alright. Just, please, be more careful.”

“I will.”

Damian continued for a short while more before declaring he was done and went to get her a plate full of food. She sighed happily at the delicious smell of it all. Without thinking, Marinette put a forkful of the scrambled eggs in her mouth, only to then realise it was still hot. Damian laughed at her as he went to fetch her a glass of cold water.

As they ate, they talked about the previous day. Marinette wondered why she hadn’t gotten any messages from them — they should have realised she was a part of the scheming, unless they hadn’t found the cake — but then Damian told her it was because he had turned both their phones off. But, perhaps there weren’t that many messages from everyone waiting for them. Hopefully, anyway.

“Isn’t this our third anniversary already?” Marinette suddenly asked. Damian nodded.

“Yes. Isn’t it strange how time flies?”

“Yep, definitely. Especially since it feels like we’ve been together forever. I honestly cannot get over how a few years back I wanted to learn your name and now I’m having breakfast with you in your sweater,” Marinette said chuckling and leaned against her palm. She watched how he stared at her before digging something from his pocket.

Damian walked around to her and cleared his throat. “I understand the sentiment,” he said, playing with a strand of her hair. “Personally, I can not believe how miraculous it is I got the first date and even the first year, let alone these wonderful three years I’ve now had with you.”

Then he dropped on one knee and showed her what he had taken out of his pocket. A beautiful silver ring with a sapphire and a double halo. Marinette gasped and felt tears prickling in her eyes, all of the exhaustion gone from her. “So, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, habibti, my dearest angel, will you do me the honour and stay by my side until death do us part?”

“Yes! A thousand times yes!” she breathed out and launched herself at her boyfriend — fiancé? —, tackling him to the ground as she embraced him.

Damian returned the embrace, squeezing her tight against his chest as she kissed his forehead, hair, eyes, nose, anything she could easily reach.

Her fiancé had a horrible sense of timing, but that was fine with her. So what if they ended up getting engaged the day after their best friends got married? They would live.

A few hours later, they finally turned their phones on to tell their families of their engagement. As they had guessed, they had hundreds of notifications, both worried and frustrated messages. And about three hundred missed calls each. Oops?

If they had hoped telling them of their engagement would have helped them calm down, they were horribly wrong.

The messages that followed that absolutely flooded their phones.

Maybe the akumas could wait a little until Adrien was less done with her, and the villains in the states could wait until Jon was ready to face Damian without wanting to launch him directly at the sun and his family was ready to not start a screaming match about him proposing to her somewhere they could not see it happen.

Perhaps they should stay away from all of them for the next few days… or weeks.

Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

Headcanon of overhaul s/o throw a surprise party for overhaul without him knowing only baby kaito, kim and chrono are the only ones that know 🥰

Daww so cute i hope you didn't mind if its a scenario

It's not that he despised his birthday, he just didn't saw anything good or anything to celebrate about it. Its just a day where he was bringed to this word, simple as that... nothing special.

His biological parents never were a good for him, and as much as he looked up at Pops the man was so busy that he couldn't exactly provide a 'decent' birthday for Chisaki... So he just grew up a habit to say he didn't need those childish things at only by the age of 8...

Although when he met you then it was another story; ever since the moment you discovered his date of birth you insisted in at least doing something for him; even if it was only to bake a cake or to take him to a place that he liked.

He didn't stop you from doing those things for two reasons: one, you seemed happy on doing that so he just shrugged off, telling himself that this was at least for your enjoyment; and two, he felt a bit of warmth everytime you smiled at him and offered him even a sweet kiss on his cheek whispiring a soft 'happy birthday my handsome devil'.

So when he woke up today without you to congratulate him it was quite a... dissapointment. He made his way to the living room and found his son and daughter on the carpet watching cartoons while you read a book on the couch.

He announced his presence clearing his throat while adjusting his black mask.

You looked up from your book to him and smiled shortly before returning your attention to your story.

"Morning hon."

The children greeted him as well, but didn't even tried to broke their attention to their stupid cartoon.

It was just a mouse running away from a cat. What's so interesting about that?

"So. What day is it again?" He tested as he picked something to drink already pressuming your shock or some gleeful reaction of your or his children.

"Saturday" You answered giggling, still glued to your book "Why?"

...what.

"Nothing in particular." He answered, hidding his small disappointment while he drinked.

He didn't even know why he was felling this way, maybe because he got so used to your actions on this day that he missed a little. Especially his two little defiants that also didn't even acknowledge.

A knock catched the attention of everyone one and they saw Chrono on it.

"Good morning Kurono." You acknowledge burrying yourself in your book further.

"Hi uncle Kurono!" Kaito gleamed as Kin waved shyly.

Seriously? Chrono catched their attention from that show but not him?

"Hate to interrupt the family moment, but we have some issues on the center of the city, Kai I think we need you to go."

Chisaki lifted his eyebrow at him, looking for a second at you, not even expressing a hint of sadness for jis absent.

"Can't you and Mimic handle thi-"

"You can go Kai, there's nothing really we will do today. So don't worry." You interrupted smiling sweetly at him and his friend.

"I see." He nodded felling a bitter feeling on his chest. "Just give me a second, I will be outside." He announced to Chrono as he made his way to his bedroom.

As soon as Chisaki left, Kaito picked a cushion to muffle his laugh as Kin tried to contain her giggles.

"You guys are evil." Chrono mocked as he made his way to your smiling figure.

"Maybe. But you really think you can do that? Keep him busy at least until I send you a message?"

"Who do you take me for?" You rolled your eyes.

While Kaito was still tried to smutter down his laughter Kin looked up at you with shiny golden eyes as she smiled.

"It was so difficult to not laugh mommy!"

"Did you saw his face?!" Spoke Kaito still laughing a little "Dad was so gloomy after this!"

"Geez you two, not even a single of pity towards your dad? Let me remind, you two had this idea." You poked Kin's nose.

"Alright I see you guys in a few." Chrono said, putting his mask on and leaving the room.

You looked at your babies before smiling sweetly at them. Kin and Kaito since yesterday were planning to pretend to forget Kai's birthday to finally catch him off of guard, and while doubting that you three could lie to Chisaki, since he was so good at reading faces, you accepted anyway.

But it seemed that your husband fell straight on the trap that your little half angels and half demons created.

"Okay both of you. Let's make Daddy's surprised birthday party."

The two children yelled in glee which made you flinch a little. Sometimes they were too much like Chisaki or too much like you that always were shocked.

~

Chisaki growled when he finally saw his home and eargly entered... He lost count of how many disgusting and stupid human yrash he had to deal with it.

"Everthing alright Overhaul?" Chrono asked before looking at his cellphone.

Chisaki merely glared daggers at his friend while both of them arrived the gates of the yakusa home.

"Such a tiring and despicable day to be honest..." mumbled Chisaki in irritation as he pushed the front door, finding weird the fact that all the lights were off.

It wasn't that late for both his children and you to be asleep already...

"Have to go now Chisaki. Have a good night." Chrono said before turning in a hallway.

Not even his childhood friend huh?

He sighed irritably while he took his shoes off before as well his jacket... what does it even matter anyway right? It's just a dumb and useless day of the year.

He quietly made his way to the living room to eat something before going to bed.

When he reached for turn on the lights he felt a pair of hands coming up to cover his eyes. He flinched but immediately recognized the sofy skin on his, since it was one of the kost he was comfortable with touching his own.

"Surprise." You whisper before a blow of confetti was heard and blowed into both of you. You laughed as you saw his wide golden eyes as he finally stared at you.

"Huh?" You laughed at his confusion and gave him a kiss on his cheek, just above his plague mask.

Before you could even respond Kaito and Kin knocked Chisaki out on the floor with their crushing hugs.

"We know you don't like these things but we don't care!" Said Kaito while he tighten his hold on his dad chest as Kin giggle and nuzzle onto her father chest.

"What is the meaning of this?" Asked Chisaki almost breathless as he lifted himself from the ground to be at least sitting.

Kin picked a small amount of conferri kn the ground and threw in the air while shouting sweetly 'Surprise!'

"Me, Kin and mommy were waiting for you to come back to gave you this!" Kaito said as he helped along with his sister lift his dad from the ground, who immediately latted his chest and legs as he even rubbed at some places.

"Disgusting..." he mumbled to himself before he glared at you. You lift your hands up in defence while you giggled.

"Hey! That was their idea! We wanted for once to surprise sweetheart!"

"... surprise me?" He uncrossed his arms as he stared in disbelief, not much evident due to his poker face, at his children and his wife.

"What? Don't tell me you really thought we forget, especially me." You approached your husband.

"Well it seemed like you three didn't even care or were on your knowledge. How did you even do that? It seemed-"

"We are your kids Dad we ended up learning somethings with you." Giggled Kaito before he receive a weak pinch on his ear by his father.

"Come on." You clapped your hands together getting the attention of your three most loved ones "Let's celebrate daddy birthday then right?" The children nodded vigorously while Kai stared at his wife and kids smilling so brightly at him.

Huh... this was nice. So they didn't forget him at all...

He felt his eyes starting to burn before he rubbed them with his gloved palm to prevent of any of you to see it.

You noticed though. And hugged him tight, noticing the way he relaxed and slowly hugged you back.

Not even much before you could sing Chrono appeared with his daughter on the door along with Pops.

Ah come on you guys wanted to kill him.

"You were a part of their plan weren't you damn idiot?" He said as Chrono laughed.

"Couldn't help myself. It's a shame that I didn't saw your surprised face though." Chisaki glared at him while lifting his hand in threat, making Hari shut up pretty quickly.

"GRANDPOP!" both Chisaki's kid yelled before running straight to the grandmaster.

"Hello you two." Said chuckling the elder while he manage to lift each of them in one arm "You both are growing too fast jesus."

"Pops. Don't spend too much strengh on this. You might injury yourself." Said monoustly Kai as he picked uo Kaito, since he was the oldesr out of the two.

Pops asked for the childrens to cover their ears before glaring at Chisaki.

"Bullshit." You laughed along with hari as Kai merely lifted his eyebrow up at the both of you unamused.

Stupids.

While the kids stayed playing the adults were separated to have a small chat after the 'happy birthday to you'; which Chisaki swears that he didn't want it but his oh so sweetly children begged him to, the brats even blowed his candle which you scolded them and Chisaki only chuckled.

After sometime Chrono had to go; picking his daughter like a bag of potatoes over his shoulder as she laughed that she didn't want to go; while Pops excused himself to his own room, not before bringing you and Chizaki for a hug and patting his back wishing a happy birthday as well, which leaved your husband shocked but not displeased either, and hugged the children.

Both of Kaito and Kin were knocked out, due to their sugar high had finally over; you and Kai thanked the heavens; while you and your husband were settled on the couch.

You both sighed while you rested your on Chisaki shoulder.

"You know you own me one." He suddenly said in a serious tone, making you lift your head in confusion.

"You and those two tricked me, and before that I had to deal with a huge amount of sick people." He growled, making you shiver at the way he was looking at you.

Like a predator looking at his prey...

"W-What do you have in mind then?" You asked nervously.

He didn't even sayed anything, opting to grab on your legs and lift you up from the couch, making you yelp and wrap your legs around his waist as your arms envelop on his neck.

"Time for me to corrupt this angel." He growled, making already his assault on your neck.

"We had two children and you still think I'm not corrupted?" You laughes at the irnoy of the situation before stiffling any sounds you could make agter he bited down on your neck.

"Pure but sassy angel still."

"Is it too late to say that maybe one of your presents I'm wearing it?" He looked at you dumbfounded befire his eyes darkened again.

"Naughty too..."

[lumiolivier]

The Good Old Days Chapter Three:  Abuela’s Food Truck

Chapter One:  Rich Broads are the Worst

Chapter Two:  Step Into My Office

A/N:  Hi, friends!  So, here we are.  Another week for a little more exposition into the life of a future mafia boss.  Well...A Frankie, anyway.  Are you ready?  Because I am.  And this week, we’re introducing a very important someone in this man’s life...Possibly one of the most important.  Let’s go. x

The phrase, hell hath no fury like a woman scorn can take on many a meaning. But…Whoever said that has never seen a Spanish mother after her sons come home late from work without a warning. That’s something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemies, no matter how badly they’ve fucked me over.  They could’ve cut my foot off and shoved it up my ass and I still wouldn’t wish Mama’s anger on them.  It’s not a pretty sight, kids.  It’s not a pretty sight.

 “DÓNDE DEMONIOS HAS ESTADO?!” Mama screeched at the top of her lungs, beyond pissed off.

“Lo ciento, Mama…” I took that bullet, “We stopped for drinks after work.”

 “PODRÍAS HABERME DICHO!”

 “It was a last-minute thing, Mama,” Tony tried to calm her down, but Mama only got angrier.  Or so we thought.

 Instead, she pulled the three of us in, “You had me worried…”

 “We’re sorry, Mama,” César spoke softly, hoping that would help lessen the blow a bit.

 “At least call next time,” Mama dropped it, “Please.”

 “Si, Mama….”

 “All three of you,” she ordered, “Bed.”

 And heaven forbid we went against that.  Tony and César took off like bats out of hell, but I stayed behind.  I had to tell her.  We worried her enough.  Since she brought us here all those years ago, she always worried about us. Whether or not she’d be able to keep food on the table.  Whether or not we weren’t growing up stupid.  Or that she was raising us the right way.  And she had to do this all on her own.  I knew it exhausted her and there was no one on the face of this earth that deserved a break more than her.  

 “Mama…” I kept my voice down.  Our neighbors had heard enough from us tonight, “Puedo hablar contigo?”

 “Of course, mijo,” she and I sat in the living room, her arm around me.  The way it’s always been, “Que es…?  Tu bien?”

 “Si, si, si,” I calmed her down, “It’s just…A man came into the restaurant tonight. He’s the one we went for drinks with. He said he’d be able to help us out.”

 “How?” Of course that would put Mama’s radar up, “And why is he so concerned with us?”

 “He’s not really concerned with us,” I explained, “It’s more like he’s concerned with me.  He sees potential in me, Mama.”

 “I’m not surprised,” she took my hands, “There’s always been potential in you, Francisco. Your father saw that in you.  I see that in you.  Even though they’re too stubborn to admit it, your brothers see that in you.  You need to see that in you, too.”

 “I know,” I nodded, “But he told me I was a natural born leader.”

 “You are!”

 “Mama,” I hushed her, “He’s willing to take care of us if I come work for him.  He even wants to take on César and Tony, too.”

 “Dios le ayude…”

 “Mama…” I giggled a bit.

 “Look, Francisco,” Mama explained herself, “I love your brothers more than anything, but…Sometimes, they don’t make the smartest of choice.  That’s what they have you for.”

 “You’re very right,” I confirmed, “But I couldn’t ask for better guys watching my back, you know?”

 “Why would you need someone watching your back?” she worried, “Who is this man?”

 “He’s a good man, Mama,” I promised.

 “Would you bring him here for dinner?”

 “I don’t see why not,” I thought it over.  That was always Mama’s test of someone’s character.  If I’d allow them a spot at our table, they’re good enough for her.

 “Then, it’s settled,” she decided, “You bring this man to me.  You let me meet him.  Then, you decide if you work for him.  Now, go to bed, Francisco.”

 “Si, Mama,” I kissed her cheek, “Buenos noches.”

 “Buenos noches, mijo,” Mama sent me off to bed.  Wait…Did she just tell me to bring the Old Man to dinner?  Because as much as that’s definitely on brand for her, it’s kind of sudden.  I mean, I just had drinks with him tonight.  I didn’t think I’d already be bringing him around to meet my mother.  Why does this sound like we’re dating?  He’s possibly my new boss, not my date.

 “Where have you been?” César put out the end of his cigarette in the ashtray by his bed.

 “Talking to Mama,” I climbed into bed, ready to pass out.  It’s been a long night and tequila works like fucking NyQuil on me, “I thought I’d let her weigh in on the Old Man.”

 “And?” Tony wondered, “What did she have to say about him?”

 “I’m supposed to invite him over for dinner…” I stared up at the ceiling.

 “And where are you registered, Frankie?” César teased.

 Without missing a beat, I reached over the edge of my bed, grabbed my boot, and threw it at my idiot brother across the room, “Fuck off.  That’s not what this is about.  You make me sound like his sugar baby.  He said I’d be working for him, not fucking him.  Big difference.”

 “Maybe one of us should get into the sugar baby racket,” Tony joked, “At least we’d be able to get out of this shithole.”

 “You’re not wrong,” I agreed, “But we’re not that desperate.”

 “Desperate enough to let a mob boss meet our mother,” César rolled over.

 “Mama insisted,” I backed off, “And far be it for me to tell Mama no.  Think about it.  If Mama likes the guy, how bad could he be?”

 “That’s true,” Tony took my side, “But what if he’s not nearly as good of a guy as you think he is?  Then, he’ll not only know where we live, but he could easily get to her.  Is that really a position we need to be in, Frankie?”

 “Have you ever seen Mama go all out?” César peeked over his shoulder, “I was with her once when someone tried mugging her.  Needless to say, the guy’s attempt did not go over well.  I’m pretty sure she can protect herself, if it came down to it. She’s ruthless with a knife.  Slit the guy’s hand wide open and threw tissues on it from her purse.  Don’t underestimate her.”

 “Why didn’t you do something about it?” I wondered.  César has always been the great protector of the family.  I’m surprised Mama had to handle that on her own.

 “Because we were still living in Spain,” he remembered, “I was…maybe six?  I know it was before you two were born.  Hell, she might have been pregnant with Tony.  It was right around the time when we found out Papi was sick.  Not exactly a stellar month in the Mendoza household.”

 “Ay…” I winced.

 “Now, both of you,” César ordered, “Get some sleep.  I’m tired as shit.”

 “Me, too,” Tony rolled over, “Good night.”

 “Night…” But I don’t think I was going to get much for sleep that night.  The thought of inviting the Old Man to dinner still hung over my head.  I didn’t even know if I was going to take the job yet.  I wasn’t a hundred percent sure on what I’d even be doing.  Yet, Mama seemed to think it was a good idea.  I mean, it still hung in the balance of her judgment, but…I don’t know.  Something tells me she’d be less enthusiastic about it if she knew he was mafia.  

 “Frankie…” I felt a hand on my cheek, doing its best to wake me up.  Because the blinding sun wasn’t doing a good enough job, apparently, “Frankie…Wake up, hermanito.  We got shit to do today.”

 “Not until tonight,” I pulled my blankets over my head and rolled away, “Fuck off.”

 “It’s one o’clock, Frankie.” I loved my brothers, but César was about to be short one hand.  And I’d gladly shove it down his throat at this point.

 “And?” I groaned, trying to go back to sleep, “We don’t have shit to do until tonight, César. If you value your life, you’ll back the fuck off.”

 “I do value my life,” César sat next to me, “But get up.  Mama needs us to go to the grocery store for her.”

 “Alright…” I couldn’t say no to that.  As much as I wanted to.  As much as I wanted to go back to sleep for the next hour or so. I couldn’t say no to Mama. Besides, it’s either have César being an asshole when he wakes me up or have Mama wake me up and seethe the whole time. I’m good with the first one.  I pushed myself out of bed and pulled myself together.  All because Mama needs a few things from the store.  The shit I do for her…And I’d do it all again on an endless loop if that’s what she wanted.

 I wasn’t going to complain, though.  The three of us left unattended in the grocery store was always a delight. Especially when we just got paid. It wasn’t necessarily the grocery store that got me all excited.  It was the food truck that sat outside the grocery store that knew us all by name. And the woman that ran it was an absolute sweetheart.  She treated us like her own grandchildren.  And no other place in the city had better food than her.  

 With the prospects of breakfast on my mind and Mama at work, my brothers and I headed down the street and over a few blocks.  There she sat.  Abuela’s food truck.  And damn…I could smell it down the block.  I felt a five in my jacket pocket from the tip jar last night.  It burned a burrito shaped hole in my stomach.  And in my heart.  While César was left to babysit Tony in the grocery store, I gladly turned on the charm and walked up to the open window.

 “Francisco!” Abuela sang out, “Hola, cariño!”

 “Hola, Abuela,” I melted inside, sliding a five-dollar bill on the window ledge, “I think you know what I’m looking for.”

 “I thought you weren’t going to show up today,” she awed, my tortilla already on the flat top and my horchata in her hand, “You had me worried.”

 “Slept in a little,” I chuckled to myself, “I’d love to stay and chat, but I need to make this quick before César and Tony get done.”

 “What?” she jabbed, “You need to get rid of the evidence before they find out?”

 “You know me all too well, Abuela,” I loved this woman.  She understood me in ways no one else could.  Except for maybe Mama, but even she’d be yelling at me to get something for César and Tony, too.  Abuela? She got it.  

 Then…There she was.  My beautiful silver baby.  She was the size of my forearms and stuffed to the fucking gills with carne asada, rice, beans, a little bit of chorizo, jalapenos, and cheese.  And all with a little dash of love inside.  Few things in life made me feel so complete. This…This definitely put me in a good place.  My big ass burrito, my big ass horchata, and I still had a dollar fifty left.  It’s a good day.  Abuela passed it through her window, “Aqui, niño.”

 “Muchas gracias, Abuela,” I swooned, already tasting that magical combination in my mouth. And she always made it just right without fail.

 “De nada,” she gave me the sweetest little smile.  If the burrito didn’t warm me inside, that did.  But then, the moment was killed.

 “Hey, Frankie!” César came up behind me with Tony close behind him.

 “What?” Tony threw an arm around me, “Didn’t think to get any for the rest of us?”

 “Hey,” I held my horchata straw away from César’s lips, “It’s my once a week guilty pleasure.  Let me have this!”

 “Hola, chicos,” Abuela greeted them, “Did you want something, too?”

 “Por favor, Abuela,” César nodded while I pushed them both the fuck off me.  They don’t get any of my burrito.  This was mine and mine alone.  Besides, burritos aren’t exactly sharable.  Unless we split it, but I don’t think so.

 The three of us took lunch away from Abuela’s truck and started heading back home.  I didn’t care what kind of night I was going to have at work.  I didn’t care about what pain the ass customers were going to be a monumental case of hemorrhoids tonight.  I had my big ass burrito.  And all was well.  My brothers and I sat around our kitchen table, indulging ourselves in only the finest of cuisine Williamsburg had to offer, enjoying our brief moment of zen.

 “Those rich assholes have no idea what they’re missing,” Tony swooned, just as wrapped up in Abuela’s cooking as the rest of us.

 “Preach, brother, preach,” I agreed, “You really think any of them would be caught dead scoring from a food truck?  Hell no. The food’s too good for them. They don’t deserve it.”

 “Amen,” César tipped one of his taquitos to me.

 “Hey, guys,” Tony threw his head back, “I don’t think I can eat any more.”

 “Do it…” I teased him, “Come on, Tony…I believe in you.”

 “Unless you want me puking all over this table,” Tony sighed out, “I can’t do it.”

 “That’s what you get for ordering nachos, cabrón,” César kicked the man while he was down, “You know how Abuela does it.  If it’s not big enough share with four other people, you probably shouldn’t attempt to eat it alone.”

 “And it’s so damn good,” I drooled.

 “Someone else can finish them,” Tony shut his eyes, “Because I sure as hell can’t.”

 “Pussy,” César gladly took the end of Tony’s nachos.  Good.  Because I don’t think I would’ve been able to do it.  And César has always been a bottomless pit.  

 However, something weighed a bit heavier on my mind, “Hey, you guys don’t think getting in the Old Man’s pocket is a bad idea, do you?”

 “Terribly,” Tony groaned.  Oh, yeah. He overdid it.  He’s about to go into a food coma.

 “I don’t know,” César admitted, “I got to thinking about it.  If there’s someone willing to help, who are we to slap that kind of hand away?  I mean, I know we’re not exactly living the high life here, but maybe it might be nice to live it a little.  Or at least pretend we do.  When you were talking to Mama last night about it, did you tell her he was mafia?”

 “No, no, no, no, no,” I shook my head, the room stopping about ten seconds after I did. Holy shit…Bad idea, “I couldn’t. I just said there was a good man wanting to help us.”

 “You sure about this, Frankie?” Tony worried, “I’m sure there’s a better way.”

 “Ever the optimist, Tony,” I gave him a pat on the shoulder, “If there is a better way, I’m not seeing it in the immediate future.  This is an opportunity being dropped in our laps.  And a fucking golden one, if I do say so myself.  What do we have to lose?”

 “Each other,” Tony pointed out, “If we fuck up and cross the wrong person, Frankie, someone’s getting taken out.  I don’t know about you, but I like you guys.  I like Mama.  I don’t want any of us getting hurt over this.”

 “Worse than we’ve already been hurt?” I argued, “Tony, there has to be something better than this.  And it’s staring us right in the face.  I’m not saying we’re desperate, but we’d be fucking stupid to throw this away.”

 “I mean…” I could see it all over Tony’s face.  He didn’t like this.  At least César was willing to give it a shot, “I’m not going to abandon you, Frankie. You know that.”

 “Me either,” César promised, “Todos o ninguno de nosotros.”

 “That’s right,” I nodded, “I don’t know.  We’ll see how tonight goes.”

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

“Why are you lying to me?” And “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!” with John Wick from @moonlit-raven-haven

A/N: short but sweet. (I hope)

“You said to be honest, Stop hitting me!” John laughed as your small fists connected repeatedly with his arm. You weren't trying to hurt him. You were proving a point.

“You brought this to yourself.”

“So if I would have told you that your cookies are disgusting...”

“I wouldn't have to hit you, yes. Why are you lying to me in the first place you idiot? Imagine if I packed them for my first day back at work.”

“I don't want to hurt your feelings.” His hands came around your wrists, to stop you from landing another punch.

“My feelings? John I accidentality switched salt with sugar. In sugar cookies. How were you able to eat 2 of them?” You shook your head and laughed.

“I have eaten worse you know.”

“Not really helpful.” You pouted.

“Babe. As long as you don't try to poison me I'd eat anything you cook or bake.” You were still pouting as he tilted your chin up so you had to look at him.

“I would have told you, if I knew you were taking them for work. I'm sorry.”

You got on your tiptoes and kissed him quickly.

“You know I can't be mad at you for to long.” You sighed.

“Anyway... Because you want to be a good husband, and you're home for the whole week, you're on diaper duty.” As soon as these words were out of your mouth, the baby monitor went on.

“I guess someone's awake.” John whispered, kissed you, and got up to look after your son. A couple of minutes later, you were in the middle of mixing the ingredients for new cookies, John emerges from the hall, little Felix in his arms. The sight of your husband with your 4 month old son in his arms always made you feel like the happiest person on the planet.

“There are my two favourite men.” You smiled as John walked over to you. Felix had Johns black hair but your eyes. He would be quite the ladies man once he grew up. Like his father. You kissed him on the forehead.

“I'm thinking about going on a walk with Dog and taking Felix with me.”

“Sure. I need to concentrate on the cookies anyway.” You glared at him, but laughed.

John shook his head.

“I love you. I'll be back in an hour or so.”

“Love you two too.”

[hellstcnes]

look what the cat dragged in. my name is bb, i'm a little idiot who loves iced peach tea and dumb hockey men. i'm my own sugar daddy and someone someday is gonna be lucky to marry me. anyWAy enough about me, on to my mans sire ! 

sire hellstone is the second son to a happily divorced ex-couple randall and wynonna hellstone.  his older brother riordan hellstone was born five years before he was. he originates from long island. there isn’t like, too much to say about his childhood aside from the fact that like he was the charming little boy with like big cartoonish eyes who would always ask for mint ice cream. he remembers going to leafs games with his dad and brother and it’s all very golden and fond.

he was actually lowkey a genius who tested for high school level in elementary. he excelled in science and english, loved reading books with his momma at night before bedtime and actually made it to a local spelling bee. he was a bit of a nerd ? in elementary. 

he may or may not have photographic memory, he just has to close his eyes and he’ll see something he looked at briefly. 

actually honestly worshipped riordan, there was no wrong that rio could do and he wanted to be just like him. 

sire was genuinely a sweet, good boy who wanted to bring goodness to the world. he charmed the pants off of any adult, enjoyed interacting with them and loved to play hockey and play with the local neighborhood kids. 

his music taste is a mix of his mom and dad, so like 70′s-80′s rock, little bit of 80′s hits and lots of r&b and trap. his playlist literally leaves ??? over anyone who listens’ heads. 

in high school he managed to get 4.0 gpa, was a popular boy who played for the high school hockey team and literally had lots of admirers, both male and female. 

his parents got a divorce when sire entered grade 9, riordan was already in college and it was all weird and bizarre and sire had some personal feelings he had to see the counselor about. this kind of warped his personal views on relationships and love. he gathered that love was only for a little while and eventually it would fizzle out. kind of resulted in him not really interested in relationships.

which was why he never bothered to get a significant other. just figured hard work and focusing his energies on school and hockey would fulfill him. 

HOWEVER he was very sweet with people when they would confess to him. it wasnt very often but once in a while someone would get brave, poor sire would smile sympathetically and pat their head. 

sire graduated and kind of ? just lost himself as he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with himself forever. sire didn’t particularly have any goals and kind of just worked part-time jobs here and there but nothing really inspired him.

tragedy struck and altered sire’s life two years ago. when riordan and his girlfriend skyla were struck by a drunk driver when they was coming home from work. it absolutely broke him. what made matters worse? they left behind a one year old baby girl.

sire was only twenty one at the time, however his life took another turn when he found out that riordan had put sire down as rosemary’s guardian. it was all a blur, sire barley remembers what happened due to his grief, but he does remember picking rosemary up from child services, does remember moving her in to his mom’s house, remembers how much he relied on his mom to help make sense of what the hell just happened. 

around the same time while he was waiting for the court hearing, sire decided to become a paramedic as well. he wanted to save lives. his mom and dad supported him and would help with rosemary for the next year and a half as sire studied.

he graduated, because of course he did. sire excelled in all of his courses and exams. sire packed him and rosemary up, said his parting words to his mother and father and thanked them for their help, and went to live in the big city where his job posting was. 

that was several months ago and the adjustment period was a little taxing on rosemary, though sire was patient and tender with her. sire loves her like she’s his own daughter. 

headcanons : 

sire has troubled eyesight, it isn’t so bad that he was a risk to his program, but he does require glasses or contacts. sire is saving up for laser eye surgery.

as a single dad sire isn’t on the social scene much, he does have a drink here and there when he gets home.

rosemary is three turning four, she is a brilliant little girl who does talk though mixes her learned words with babble talk. she’s got riordan and sire’s bright blue eyes and her mom’s curly brown hair. an absolute doll. she is in pre-school. though sire has a babysitter for her as well who lives in the building (perhaps a wc?)

she does sometimes go to grandma’s on sire’s days off, though he hates to be away from her. 

sire’s work schedule is 7 days on and 7 days off. 

some wc’s i really truly need is sire’s best friend who is also an emotional support. i need someone who does try to be his ‘bad influence’ and by that i mean like urging him to get a babysitter and go out but sire is just too #protective of rosie. 

also ??? there’s this girl who was truly whole heartedly in love with sire and he broke her heart because he wasn’t ready for love then. it’s all dramatic and sad and sire does have feelings for her but he was in a weird place and it all went to hell and this is def my most wc. 

alSO ! if you have a plot as you read this please let me know just tell me. i wont mind. im so excited to write with all of you ! 

[xehanortsreport]

99 for that xigsem parenting riku and vanitas au......

as soon as this came into my askbox i was transfixed, SO HERE WE GO....i got a little carried away, whoops

“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”(owie)

Birthday morning. Vanitas struggled to keep his excitement down as he clambered out of his bed; Riku had already left the room, it seemed, and he couldn’t help but be glad that he had. This was Vanitas’s day, after all, and he didn’t need his too talented younger brother hogging up the moment from sunrise to sundown this time too. Ten...finally ten. Double digits. A whole decade. He hastily pulled on his oversized hoodie and jeans, ruffled his hair in place of a comb, and sped into the kitchen, wanting to look cool, calm, collected, just like a preteen should in his head.

He peeked around. Riku had probably already been dropped off to his special before school program, but the sight of Ansem, who usually joined for breakfast, was nowhere to be seen. His other father, Xigbar, was already up and ripping open a new package of sugar, squinting at a measuring cup on the counter with his good eye. The moment he caught sight of Vanitas edging around the corner, he gave a cheerful finger gun and clicked his tongue in greeting.

“Morning, little man. And more of a little man today than ever, right?”

Vanitas rubbed his nose to conceal his grin and slid over to the table, where a small plate of scrambled eggs was waiting for him.

“Morning, Appa. Where’s Dad? Did he already leave?”

“It’s his day off, remember? You already know he’s in the workshop.”

“Oh yeah...I kinda forgot it fell on my birthday this year.” Vanitas looked off to the side, and pouted. “But he’s still not here, so I guess it doesn’t make a difference. Wonder if he’d show up for Riku.”

“Please, the man’s a workaholic no matter what day it is. Anniversaries, birthdays, I dunno...lung transplant surgeries on his grandma? No matter the occasion, he’ll find a way to be busy.”

Xigbar’s rich black hair swayed back and forth as he busied himself whipping up pancake batter: Vanitas’s favorite breakfast, especially when loaded with chocolate chips. The hair and golden eyes: Vanitas had inherited both. Though the eyes also ran on Ansem’s side of the family, deep brown skin and broad nose were the more obvious signifiers of what he had inherited from his other father. Still, he felt closest to Xigbar, whose chaotic sense of humor and wickedly chill attitude (and cool stories about being the governor’s most trusted bodyguard) appealed more to a young boy than the stern, sometimes condescending cool of the respected scientist.

“Dad always looks like he likes Riku more, though. He’s always helping him with his homework and talking with his teacher and stuff.”

Smoke started rising from the pan, and Xigbar cursed under his breath, clearly trying, and failing, to censor himself around the kid.

“Your brother is talented in all the same ways your Pops was. He’s probably just trying to guide him around the same pitfalls he made as a kid,” he said, trying to scrape up the burnt pancake. “People like you and me, we gotta work a little harder, but the pain of being a ‘gifted’ kid is that it hurts more when you fall. I think he’s tryna protect that from happening to your brother.”

He let out a low, disappointed whistle at the burnt mess in his pan, snatched it up, and flung it into the nearby trash bin.

“You’re a genius too, though. The teachers are always talking about how I shouldn’t have any trouble with the material, ‘cuz my dads are some of the smartest people in the city.”

Xigbar let loose a throaty laugh, edging the new pancake side to side to make sure it wasn’t burning.

“Nah. Your Pops? Definitely a genius. No doubting that man’s mind works in ways the average human can’t comprehend. But me? No, I just learn fast.”

With a flick of the wrist, the new pancake sailed through the air and landed expertly into the pan on the other side, as if Xigbar had merely been playing at incompetence earlier. The burnt smell of the earlier pancake slowly gave way to a gentler, breadier scent, and Vanitas found himself melting in his chair, impatient to start shoving stack after stack into his mouth.

“At practice, teacher said Riku was a natural,” he muttered, nudging around eggs with his fork. “I wonder if I can learn so fast that he won’t be able to catch up…Hey!”

His father had bumped the plate out of Vanitas’s path with another plate, sending the first one dangerously close to the edge and catching him completely off guard. The stack of pancakes had been completed faster than he had thought, and each of them was a golden brown that made the first pancake’s failure look even more and more like a freak accident.

“Persistence’ll get you places natural talent couldn’t dream, kid. Think of that as your free Birthday Wisdom.”

“‘Birthday Wisdom’? That’s a thing?”

“It is now. And it’s free! Happy Birthday, isn’t life just great?”

“That better not be my gift.”

“As if,” Xigbar said, and began to slice open a melon, peeling and cutting it into floral shapes with ease. “I’m the cool dad, remember? Check by the TV before you catch the bus, I left you something there.”

Vanitas didn’t answer, but shoved the pancakes into his mouth to avoid showing the growing smile on his face. Xigbar snorted knowingly, and set down the fruit in front of him. Golden eye catching golden eye as Vanitas suddenly piped up.

“I want to switch to somethin’ else. Boxing, or...taekwondo or...maybe Dad could actually teach me some of his science or his bookmaking or something…”

“I know what you’re tryin’ to do here, Van,”

“I mean, at school, all the class already thinks I’m too girly, and that’s without the ballet...because havin’ two dads, and one of them is,”

“Continue with that line of thought and I’ll kick your butt along with the kids who said that crap in the first place,” Xigbar sighed, and plopped into a chair beside him, rubbing his temple.

“But you know what I mean! ...I’ll just...leave it to Riku. He’s prettier, too, so I guess I can’t even compete with him on that...hah.”

“Prettier?” With a frown Xigbar chewed on a piece of melon before continuing. “He’s not, number one, number two, this isn’t a competition. By all means, whoop the other kids’ behinds, but not your baby bro’s. You two should be teaming up to take the other losers down, not turning on each other.”

“You don’t think Dad isn’t constantly comparing us in his lab notes or whatever? Y’know…’subject V has a really big head and a small brain compared to the smaller and more compact subject R’.”

“Alright alright, you got his nerd talk down, I won’t deny that, but trust me, that’s not how he sees you kids.”

“You sure?”

“‘Course I’m sure, every mad scientist needs an assistant, and that’s me.” Xigbar winked as best he could with only one eye, and laughed. “The man is an absolute idiot when it comes to emotional intellect, but he does know well enough to keep the lab in the lab. Kinda.”

“Huh...well...I mean, you shouldn’t say that in front of your kid! Aren’t you supposed to be all, ‘Son, you can’t be mean to your father’ and stuff?”

“I told you, I’m the cool dad,” Xigbar said with a smirk, and sipped at his orange juice. “Anyway...if you’re sure about the switch, and you’re not just doing it because you think you can’t do ballet, I guess I can make it happen. Taekwondo sounds good. The only condition is that you use your newfound powers to try and see if you can take me on in combat later.”

“No problem. You’ll go down easy, old man.”

“We’ll see about that,” Xigbar mused, and slid a slice of cake, hidden somewhere Vanitas hadn’t noticed, in front of him while the kid let out a huff of surprise. “I’m pretty tricky.”

That night, as the brothers sat across from each other in separate beds, Vanitas’s hands curled angrily above his knees, balling his sheets into wrinkled messes. Riku was already nose deep in some beginner’s chapter book, devouring stories of pirates and treasures, risky adventures and fantastic worlds...ideas Vanitas found sickening as he grew older. At some point, he couldn’t even see himself playing hero, couldn’t trick himself into believing the magic fairy dust sprinkled on the page anymore. Riku’s dreams soared higher and higher.

Vanitas believed Riku was the only one who could reach them.

“Hey,” Vanitas said, voice a cacophony against the now shattered silence. “What if Dad’s evil?”

Riku paused, eyes flickering from his page to Vanitas and back again. Then, slowly, he folded the book shut, thumb still marking the page, and laughed. Vanitas’s lips pulled into a disappointed sneer.

“What’s so funny? You don’t think he is?”

“Of course he isn’t,” said Riku, brimming with confidence. “I mean, he can be cranky and stuff, but that isn’t the same thing as being evil.”

“But what about that workshop, huh?” Vanitas pressed forward, physically and verbally, voice dropping dangerously. “He locks himself in there all day, and always with the lights off. He’s using candles! Who still uses candles?”

“That’s evil?”

“‘Course it is.” Vanitas huffed, and his golden eyes burned with challenge. Cry, idiot, he thought to himself. Be weak already. Be scared. “Maybe the reason he spends all his time with you is because he wants to size you up and feed you to the dog and make a clone. I bet he doesn’t really love you at all!”

The last word was a shout. Riku’s breath hitched, body locked tight, and Vanitas thought, at last, all those barbs and jabs had landed a significant blow.

But when he locked eyes with Riku, he felt his stomach clench. Riku shone with preternatural wisdom, beautiful, ocean blue, almond shaped eyes narrowing knowingly, thin smile shaky but self assured, a feeling of challenge reverberating with nothing more than a cocky “heh”. Silver locks...Ansem’s hair...shook around his shoulders.

“Yeah, well...maybe Dad’s gonna replace you, then, too.”

Vanitas’s jaw immediately clamped shut, wired by the jolted, struck nerves. Riku, though intelligent, was still seven, and remained ignorant of the bleeding gash he had struck deep into Vanitas’s heart.

“It’s almost midnight...hey, did he give you a present, yet?”

Whatever Riku was saying was immediately lost in the trample of Vanitas’s feet as he threw himself off the bed and ran down the hallway, hoping desperately that the tears spilling down his face had been lost in the dark. They slowed eventually, after what felt like hours, and his legs began to feel like they were pulling him through mud. Almost midnight...almost midnight, and that man was still cooped up in his workshop. Tears turned caustic as they streamed, teeth grinding in a way that he was sure would earn some sort of lecture. Good. Let him be lectured. That would be enough to show Dad still cared about some part of him.

He paused in front of the open door leading into the workshop, feet stopping just short of the threshold. Contained candlelight was all that lit the room, deep oranges and browns driving back the encroaching darkness. Hunched over beyond the frame, leaning over an ancient looking wooden desk, was that man. Silver hair fell elegantly about broad shoulders in shimmering sheets...almost Elven, magical...a stark contrast to the furious flurry of his arms and hands and fingers working mechanically, this way and that, grabbing oddly shaped knives and tools that Vanitas couldn’t have made up even in a particularly vivid daydreaming session. His stomach swam, and for a moment, he was prepared to believe his own lies...what if his father really was just some mad scientist, who would carve him up to the bone and throw the scraps to the dog?

“Dad?” His voice was weak, faltered the moment it left his throat. All it did was push out more tears, mourning how pathetic he sounded.

He thought he saw Ansem’s movements pause, but they quickly resumed his work. Anger boiled over in his stomach as he threw out his voice more wildly, it cracking in his emotion.

“Dad!” Vanitas stomped his foot simultaneously, and snot dribbled down his face. “Arentcha forgetting something!? ‘Happy Birthday, Van’! ‘Happy Birthday’! How could you forget your own son’s birthday?! I bet you wouldn’t forget Riku’s! Riku...Riku’s your…”

His voice fell out completely, head hanging, unable to look up as the wooden chair creaked and the solid footsteps of his father quietly approached. Hiccups tumbled out of his mouth, and he couldn’t help how his shoulders trembled even as a strong hand cupped around them.

“Vanitas.”

How strong and confident and unwavering that voice seemed; how kittenish Vanitas’s own sobbing seemed compared to that deep, lionlike roar.

The tears barely left enough room in his eyes for him to notice the gilded corner of a leather notebook, pushed gently under his nose, offered.

“I’d never forget my proud, eldest child.”

Vanitas’s breath seemed to vanish. His head swam with confusion as he hurriedly swiped away the tears clouding his vision, growing cold on his cheeks, and shakily grasped the book. A few second for his eyes to refocus, and it soon became clear what he was holding: a hand bound journal. Elegant carvings decorated its cover, its face stamped with some sort of symbol Vanitas had never seen before.

“This is what is called a ‘sigil’. This one was made with your name,” said Ansem with a sigh that suggested he too had been holding back some worry. Worry? “It is imbued with your will, your spirit...and my guidance.”

Vanitas thumbed through the journal; mostly blank pages greeted him, though there was a hand written appendix in the back detailing simple charms and spells for luck. The occult and science seemed to be at odds to each other, but his father had a vested interest in both, one that he had apparently noticed Vanitas picking up. And now...he had made this, a journal..a grimoire? Welcoming Vanitas further into that world, by his side.

Was that why it had taken so long? Was he waiting until he had finished the gift?

“Happy Birthday, Vanitas.” Ansem’s eyes tilted downwards, and it seemed he was hiding some emotion from his son. “For ever letting you think I did not care...I am sorry.”

“Dad…,” Vanitas’s lips couldn’t seem to focus on becoming a smile or a frown, and wobbly flopped between both. He threw his arms around Ansem, pressing his face into his torso, and let out an ugly, primal shout. “Say it sooner, next time, jerk…!”

“Noted,” Ansem replied primly. “I heard from your Appa that you wanted to give up ballet. Is this also because of how you see Riku? How you think I see him?”

Vanitas flushed, heart pounding, and he was grateful his face was hidden.

“Mm….mmhm…”

“I went ahead and booked you a private tutor earlier, after I heard. You’re skilled, Vanitas, and I don’t want to see your passion fall away. You’re both valuable to me, equally. Perhaps it’s best to let you boys start being separate more often…” Ansem mused as Vanitas backed away, face and tears brimming with surprise.

“Really?”

“Unless you still wanted to do taekwondo. I heard your Appa is quite excited about the possibility of you flipping the children in your classroom around,” he said, chuckling. “I’ll admit, if they’re saying the things I think they are, I’m inclined to agree.”

“Sweet! Uh...wait,” He paused, clutching the journal to his chest and awkwardly scratching his hair. “Can I do both?”

“My, a multidisciplinary. You truly are my son.”

“...Van?”

A voice lilt up from the doorway. Vanitas, eyes barely losing their redness, turned, and immediately he shrank back towards Ansem, who caught him in a ready arm. Riku, eyes wide, hand lifted up nervously to his chin, stood in the threshold.

“I uh...I followed you here…um.” The smaller boy cleared his throat and closed his eyes, and when he spoke up, it was with a courage that steadied the tinniness of his small voice. “I’m sorry, for hurting your feelings. I didn’t know what I said was bad, I just wanted to tease you back. And, um…”

Riku inched forward, traded a glance with Ansem, who nodded down at Vanitas, and wrapped his arms around his older brother, melting into the embrace. Vanitas stood stock still, surprised but unwilling to move, as if afraid to dismiss the warmth of the moment altogether.

“You’re smart, and talented, and a really cool brother,” Riku said, muffled by Vanitas’s chest. “Love you.”

Vanitas finally managed to break his hesitation and placed a hand on Riku’s hair, gently ruffling it.

“I guess you’re not bad yourself.”

“Van.”

“...Love you too.”

[fenweak]

2018 pat/jon fics!

In keeping with tradition, here are some of my favorite fics that came out in 2018. Technically, it’s easier to sort through ao3 now to see all these for yourselves, but anyway! i love lists, and i love listing wonderful things so. :3 Do check the list out if you missed out on any and give these authors some love. Happy New Year, all! :D

Canon Divergent

when the clock strikes twelve by crystaljules - T | 6,508 | friends to lovers in new year's eves

Pop Your Corn Like A Champ by mending_fences - E | 2,065 | rookie year pwp

Big Spoon, Little Spoon by aseaofwords - G | 765 | gasp, there's only one bed!

Patrick and the Lucky Potato by Bittersweet - G | 794 | hockey superstitions

In The A.M. by SecondCitySavage - E | 613 | established relationship pwp

I Thought It Was A Floating Door by Mullsandmutts - 3,211 | rookie initiation of sorts

No, I Never Told Lies To You by fourfreedoms - E | 3,033 | celly realizations

The Future Is Bulletproof (the Aftermath Is Secondary) by CitrusVanille - T | 2,422 | marriage proposal

Five Times Jonny’s There to Back Patrick up (And One Time It’s the Other Way Around) - T | 3,521 | what the tin says

Throwing Rocks at Your Window by Linsky - M | 2,267 | getting together

Into You by hatrickane - E | 4,531 | friends with benefits

Same Old - 1,900 | friends with benefits with angst

This is awkward by writingintothevoid - M | 2,244 | masturbation getting together

Shitshow by AnythingThrice (WIP) - E | 16,297 and counting | relationship negotiations, porn with feelings

Hockey House by aseaofwords - M | 20,476 | pat helps jonny raise a baby

The Scars That Words Have Carved by Linsky - E | 15,964 | soulmates AU

A How-To Guide for Idiots in Love by lucky1  (WIP)- E | 12,462 and counting | Cosmo-based wooing

Transverse Velocity by fourfreedoms - E | 2,236 | Orbital Resonance h/c timestamp

A Certainty I Envy by hatrickane - E | 15,015 | time travel, friends to lovers

Eyes on the Horizon by heartstrings - E | 35,380 | future fic

Baby One More Time by fourfreedoms, sorrylatenew - E | 7,981 | first time, internalized homophobia

a bulletproof bond by thirteentorafters - T | 1,791 | summer fluff

Beg for it by Clever_grrl - E | 1,524 | pwp

running across the meadow by ishybishy - E | 2,219 | fluff and angst and smut

nobody does it like juliette by thirteentorafters - T | 4,323 | established relationship plus dogs!

Bruises on My Knees for You by Linsky - T | 2,529 | getting together

On This Day (February 27, 2018) by AnythingThrice - T | 2,191 | angsty introspection

Fortune Says by artanis_aman - E | 63,360 | BDSM pwp

Light by Bittersweet - G | 283 | short domestic fluff

I'mma need two hands - E | 1,563 | pwp

The One with the Sex Bet by Linsky - E | 11,621 | friends with benefits to lovers

Don't Forget To Breathe by fourfreedoms - E | 13,513 | friends with benefits

For Science by Linsky - M | 2,600 | first time

Light as a Feather by WolvesoftheBlueMist - T | 1,595 | marriage proposal

finished, yet by thirteentorafters - T | 1,426 | grief over death

Project: Thanksgiving by windsthatwhisper - G | 1535 | established relationship fluff

Streets of Chicago by TheNorthRemembers - E | 79,749 | h/c, friends to lovers

Operation: Christmas Gift by windsthatwhisper - G | 1,166 | future fic

There's a Ghost in My Home (And It Just Won't Go) by crankyrage - T | 11,616 | depression

I'll Be Your Detonator by CitrusVanille - M | 17,645 | marriage of convenience

Shawty With You by allthebros  - E | 5,279 | 5 + 1 mistletoe kisses

we live in the memories(of the season of light) - 1,437 | holiday season h/c

On the right side of too much by Sail_On - 4,518 | established relationship pwp

AUs

Fathoms Above by aseaofwords - T | 14,451 | mermaid!jonny

Muscle Stim by sahiya - E | 7,672 | physical therapist!jonny

Make You Crazy Over My Touch by liveinfury - E | 26,757 | porn star!jonny, fluffer!pat

Ignite My Fire, Object Of My Desire by ThalassicThedes - 6,939 | college theater acting au

it's only you and me by crystaljules - T | 2,489 | college au angst

All It Ever Was by hatrickane - E | 8,249 | fraternity AU

Let's Ride The Vibrations by FallingOutOfTouch - T | 10,303 | barista!patrick

a love to burn by peeks - E | 2,916 | college au pwp

Who Knew by themistrollsin - G | 2,434 | college AU

soft hands by Caivallon - E | 10,337 | ballet-dancer-turned student!pat, hotelier!jonny

forever only by gasmsinc - E | 3,621 | 1940s established relationship AU

(Shut Up and) Sing It With Me by CitrusVanille - T | 6,152 | model!jonny, followed by

Let Me See Your Jazz Hands by CitrusVanille - T | 2,669 | established relationship model!jonny

Little Demon Goes To College by fourfreedoms - E | 2,423 | established relationship installment of the Accepted Practice series!

bonnie and clyde by gasmsinc - E | 3,576 | 1920s mob AU

The Future Is Ours To Seize by PensToTheEnd - E | 27,878 | former rentboy pat au, established relationship

the road less traveled by thundersquall - E | 12,374 | farmer!jonny

Between the Pipes by sorrylatenew - E | 4,206 | a/b/o

Eternal Ice by NightfireRed - G | 9,119 | regular office guys AU

broadcast by Pinkmanite - E | 3,250 | cam guy!pat, established relationship

The Full Monty by CoffeeKristin (WIP)- E | 22,849 | professional Dom!jonny

trace your path between the stars by thundersquall - E | 15,859 | space military a/b/o!

One Wedding Too Many by hockeyhawk - M | 5,850 | four weddings and a funeral AU

I'm asleep dreaming that I'm awake wondering if I'm dreaming (and it’s the best dream I ever had) by Caivallon - G | 1,162 | Ladyhawke AU

Ashes, Poison, and Thorns: a fairytale by allthebros - T | 1,950 | Cinderella AU

In Every Corner by hatrickane - E | 7,518 | Miss Congeniality AU

look me in the face (hold my gaze) by Pinkmanite - T | 9,296 | CMBYN AU

we're never done with killing time by liveinfury - T | 6,026 | soulmates au

Handsome, Clever and Rich by CoffeeKristin - T | 12,017 | Edwardian Period obliviousness

Hard liquor with a bit of intellect by huntersandangels - G | 5,745 | drunk texting proposals

Soothing ruffles feathers by candy_belle - M | 2,022 | wingfic!

Drown me sweetly by Caivallon - M | 1,476 | doctor!jon, mer!pat

Greenhouse Effect by allthebros - M | 1,888 | fuckbuddy realizations

Got Your Back by Prialee (WIP)- T | 39,768 | friends to lovers, 50/50 AU

That Feeling When by fourfreedoms - E | 4,612 | military AU

immigrant song by gasmsinc - E | 4,338 | 1988 is thorki

No Capes by sorrylatenew - T | 3,797 | The Incredibles AU!

Summer Changes by CoffeeKristin - G | 1,272 | summer camp love

Expected Result timestamp by hatrickane - E | established relationship

If you like pina coladas by CoffeeKristin - T | 2,621 | meet cute in a Jimmy Buffett concert

Somebody To Love by ThalassicThedes - 7,852 | 1960s AU, first time

efficacy by thirteentorafters - M | 12,014 | rookie year mpreg

God Only Knows by Linsky - E | 26,512 | mormon!jonny

The Care and Keeping of Your Kitten by Celly1995 - T | 5,564 | kitten kaner!

A Little Nip in the Air by Celly1995 - E | 12,030 | kitten!kaner tries catnip

Tell the Stars I'm Coming Home by allthebros (WIP) - E | 15,817 and counting | apocalypse angst

You gave me home and I lost myself by Caivallon - E | 4,823 | coffee shop in Thailand AU

A Healthy Dose of Vitamin Sea by Celly1995 - E | 16,137 | established relationship, part of the kazer dick cake fic of shame and glory series

Bigger on the Inside by Linsky - E | 25,671 | doctor who fusion

take a walk on the wild side by tazernkaner - T | 3,045 | college frat party AU

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[marsmoonqueen]

Confessions and Advice

Archangel!Michael x Reader

Warning: Michael acting rude, and I think that’s it.

Prompt / Summary: Michael loves the reader, but he does not know how to act around her and ends up usually hurting her with his words. But what are brother for, if it is not to help?

Note: There is a second part called ‘A Divine Help’, but is not necessary to read this one to understande the other or viceversa.

Researching was an extremely important part of a hunter’s life, but it becomes an annoying work when is not the only thing you do.

Y/n was the Winchesters best friend since she was 16 and they helped her with a vampire nest; after that they were inseparable, they took her in and gave her not only a place to call “home”, but a family too.

Being part of the Winchester family had its cons and its perks; being a bookworm as the girl was, she decided that she wanted to finish her studies as a perk, and the boys agreed; thanks to them –especially Sam- now she was proudly going through University.

Anyway, this night was one of those she hated the most. Everybody was doing research: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Bobby, even Balthazar, Lucifer and Michael. But it was a waste of time, for anybody had luck.

The clock announced 3.15 AM to Y/n’s dismay: she had classes the next day and a quiz, rest was necessary, but there she was, reading a lore book in the bunker’s library next to the brothers and Cas, while the other three angels were out.

The 3 humans in the bunker were half sleep, ‘Finally’ she thought ‘Some sleep’ she was relaxing and was about to drift off when a light wind and a too familiar sound of wings alerted her; in front of her there were Lucifer, Michael and Balthazar in that order, standing.

When the eldest archangel saw her, his expression changed. “What are you doing here?  Go to sleep now.” He told her as soon as their eyes met.

‘Ouch. Low Blow.’ She sadly thought, ‘Why does he have to be a bloody jerk?’ Now the anger overtook her. ‘I should be used to this rude behavior of his after all this time.’

Giving him an angry glare she said “Well, my time is up, Sam Dean, let’s go to sleep.” The girl stroked Sam’s hair and gently moved Dean’s shoulder, waking them up.

The brothers followed her out of the room and only when the door was closed Balthazar snapped.

“What the hell was that?!” He yelled at Michael.

“What do you mean?” The archangel questioned him trying his hardest to look careless.

“I think he’s talking about how rudely you talked to your pretty crush.” Lucifer intervened.

“What?” He asked defensively. “She has school and a very important quiz tomorrow.  I don’t want her to fail just because she was doing research, when I-we can do it.” He honestly replied.

“Why don’t you just told her that instead of sending her away?” Castiel spoke for the first time.

“She made me nervous okay?  She just kept looking at me with those eyes of hers and I… I got nervous and said the first thing that I thought of… which was that she should be resting to pass her test.”

“Well, you will have to defeat those nerves if you want her to fall in love with you, idiot.” Balthazar replied, rolling his eyes with annoyance.

“How can I do that?” Michael asked, becoming anxious for once in his ‘life’. “How can I make her fall in love with me?”

“Maybe if you were more kind and nice with her, she would fall for you.” Castiel stepped closer to him and patted his left shoulder.

“Well, what can I do?” The eldest archangel wondered, gazing from Castiel’s hand to his eyes, then traveling to Lucifer’s and finally to Balthazar’s eyes, Y/n’s best friend.

Balthazar tried to ignore his pleading eyes, but failed. “Aggh! Fine! Stop looking at me with those eyes… Why don’t you just… do nice simple things to her?  Like… passing her the top shelves’ cups, or serving her coffee, you can even wake her up in the morning like Sam, Gabe, Luce, Dean, Cas and I do.”

“Sounds… fine.” Michael answered, a little more relaxed.

“Yeah, yeah, baby steps bros, if Michael wake her up tomorrow she is going to break his nose because of what he just told her, so, forget that for a while.” Lucifer intervened. “And yeah, yeah, all of that is nice but you have to do something else, something to make her know that you are hopelessly in love with her… like I dunno… Buying her the books she likes or… cooking food for her, you can do that ‘Netflix’ thing with her.”

“Okay, okay” Michael said, trying to memorize the information.

“What about flowers? Humans seem to like them.” Cas contributed.

“Y/n is not the flower type.”

“Of course she is!”

“Well, what about chocolates?”

“Who do you think she is?  Gabriel? No! That’s too easy, he has to do something bigger!”

Michael’s head was literally rolling, what should he do? He always acted like a selfish jerk to her. Who was he kidding? She would never love him.

He walked out of the room without his brothers noticing. When he got out of the bunker, and ten minutes of intense self-blaming passed, he found himself in a beautiful park. His first thought was ‘Has Y/n ever been in here? I bet she would love this place.’

“What is disturbing your mind big bro?”

The archangel turner around to find a busy Gabriel eating a chocolate bar. Michael didn’t speak a word.

“C’mon, tell me.” Gabe insisted, trying to make him say what he –among other angels- already knew.

“Y/n.” The eldest mumbled.

“Y/n what?”

“I… I like her but-”

“Just like her?” The trickster interrupted him with a serious expression painted in his features.

“No. I love her, but she hates me!”

“Why would that be?” He asked rolling his eyes. “Maybe because you are a jerk with her or maybe because you act like a selfish bag of dicks every time she is near.”

“Keep your comments to yourself Gabriel.  I know I’m a… son of a bitch? With her… and I know there is no way in hell, heaven, earth or purgatory to make her love me. But that does not mean that I’m going to stop wishing she was mine!”

Gabe inspected his brother, he looked hopeless and desperate, but more than that, he seemed truthfully in love with the girl. His eyes had that spark, his cheeks were crimson red and… and his expression was a true love poem; if he could just put those words he spoke into actions, damn, Gabriel was sure the girl would fall head over heels in love with him.

“Maybe there is a way.” The younger archangel thoughtfully said. “C’mon big bro, we have some planning to do…”

  Hours later Y/n woke up with her alarm’s help, after her initial concern about why nobody came to wake her as they would usually do, she figured out that the boys should be sleeping and the angels researching.

After stretching, getting up from bed, and doing her morning ritual; she took her books-filled backpack and went to the kitchen for a well-deserved breakfast.

She could hear voices but as she stepped closer to the kitchen’s door, the voices became whispers, until she was in it and the five angels stopped talking at all.

Castiel was in the farthest head of the table, talking to Balthazar who was at his right side; after an empty seat besides Balthazar, Gabriel was sitting eating a chocolate bar as he read a gossip magazine. Lucifer passed in front of her with a warm smile and a cup of coffee in a hand, while with the other he petted her hair as a greeting.

“Hi Cas, Balthazar, good morning Gabe and Luce.” She said with a tired smile looking at them as they reciprocated it and continued with their doings.

“Good morning Y/n.” His voice made her look at her left side, there he was standing next to the coffee machine with a cup for himself in hand.

Suspiciously raising one brow she responded “Good morning Michael.”

He smiled shyly “How did you slept? Would you fancy a cup of coffee before heading to school?”

“Yeah, please. I slept fine, thank you.” She skeptically responded, walking closer to him.

Michael’s smile got wider and happier as he opened the top cabinet and took her favorite cup, pouring the caffeinated substance in it to then prepare it to her liking, with half sugar and some milk.

“Here it goes.” He said as he turned around and gave her the cup. “That’s the way you like it, right?”

“Yeah… am yes, this is how I like it, thanks… again.” She responded, traveling her eyes from the cup to his eyes, getting lost in them with a frown but visibly relaxed.

“It’s okay.” He mumbled as he enjoyed the moment, exploring her eyes as it was the first time he had ever seen them.

Suddenly she realized the quiet of the room and turned her gaze to the four other angels who were intensely watching the scene, before pretending they weren’t.

Clearing her throat, she said “Well, thanks for the coffee, I better get going if I don’t want to lose my test, bye guys, have a nice day.”

The hunter tried to pass next to Michael, but unconsciously, his hand traveled to her arm in a gently movement.

“Hey Y/n… I know you don’t need it, but… good luck.” Then he placed his lips in her left cheek, making her blush at the contact.

“Thanks Michael.” Was the last thing she whispered before running out of the kitchen to get to her car.

Only when he heard her car start, he turned to his brothers who were wearing proud smiles and nodded their approval.

[headoverhiddles]

The Gift (Part 2) - Nice Guy Eddie x Reader x Mr Blonde [Smut]

The Gift (Part 2) - Nice Guy Eddie x Reader x Mr Blonde [Smut]

Synopsis: Eddie takes you and Vic to Vegas with his dad for a meeting before the job Vic is supposed to pull. An accident is not so accidental.

Tagging: @this-is-mysuperwholockd-design @cocoawaltz @mysticaltimemachinewench @neganrpblog @ford-brosnan-spader​

PART I 

The Cabots' private jet hums, the tray in front of you vibrating ever so slightly from an air pocket. You're draped over Eddie's arm as he finishes off his second Old Fashioned, and Vic lays across from you both on a sectional seat.

"Thanks a lot for bringing me out here with you guys," Vic mentions, smoke between his fingers and a rum in the other.

"Hey Vic, you know how it is," Eddie replies, lighting his own cigarette, "You're pretty much family at this point."

From across the jet, Joe sniffs.

"Certainly a better son to me than you are, Eddie. Right hand knows what the fuck the left hand's doin'."

Eddie places the hand he had over your hand over his heart, turning back playfully. He's a little tipsy, you can tell from the slight flush in his cheeks, and he's having a good time. "Daddy, that hurt. And right in front of my girl, too."

Joe cracks a bit of a smile. "The dame's alright. She's just with you for ya money, anyway. Or, I should say, my money. Ain't that right sweetheart?"

"You know that's not true," you giggle, and walk your fingers up Eddie's exposed chest, "Well, not anymore, anyway."

Everyone chuckles, and Vic stretches out for a nap as Eddie orders you a Manhattan from the guy they've got working for them. You watch Vic, and find yourself rubbing your thighs together while you glimpse his biceps and exposed tattoo.

---

Once the jet touches down, you all take a car that brings you directly to the hotel-- you're staying at the Mandalay Bay.

"Should we really be staying in plain fucking sight like this?" Vic asks, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. Eddie slings an arm around his buddy.

"Vic, Vic! Prison's made you too fuckin' cautious. Meeting or no, we've gotta stay in style, just like old times, c'mon!"

"Life's been too good to you, Eddie," Vic smirks, "You oughtta get your ass busted, then you'll see how much of a spoiled little brat you really are." Eddie grins, and tries to deck him, but Vic's too fast, and gets Eddie first, the pair ending up in a tangle of limbs and struggle until Joe turns around, growls, and stomps up to them.

"Every time I turn around, you boys are makin' fools out of us all. What's the little lady gonna think?"

"Oh, I'm used to it, Mr. Cabot," you reply.

Joe snorts. "With my son? I guess. Watch over these grown ass idiots, will ya?!"

You salute playfully, and turn to them. You pout, tugging on Eddie's sleeve to get up to the room, and Eddie laughs.

"Speaking of spoiled little brats..." He stands up, and his eyes flicker down to your lips as he growls playfully, dragging you in for a kiss. You moan against his lips, deepening it, and Eddie's hand finds your leg, lifting it up to back you against a wall as you both moan and make out. Vic ducks his head, and smiles.

"I'll be going now."

When all of you are finally finished checking in, you get up to the rooms. Eddie unlocks suite 364, and Vic is next door in 365. Joe got a suite up a floor, because he wanted to be as far away from the "shenanigans and debauchery you three are bound to get up to". His policy was always: if I don't know what's going on, I don't have to worry. Unless it's about a job, in which case, somebody better fucking tell me what's going on, or bullets will find some skulls.

After dumping everything out on the bed and in the bathroom, you get changed into something a little sexier, and put on a ruby necklace Eddie bought you last month. You saunter out of the bathroom, fixing your hair, and Eddie looks up from the bed. You notice he's got his fly undone, and he's jerking off lazily as he looks at you.

"Hey, you look swell." He sighs, giving his hard on another stroke. "Got somethin' ready for you."

"Uh huh," you say, pretending not to give it a good look as you out some lipstick on.

"Mmmm... baby, is it wrong that I just wanna tear all that off ya, bend you over this bed, and fill that tight little pussy of yours?"

"Yes," you admonish, planning on teasing him to no end tonight, "I'm hungry, and I wanna do some slots. Then you can fuck me as hard as you want. Later."

Eddie runs a hand through his hair, squeezing his already throbbing dick. "Got myself a sugar baby to fuck me on my terms. Only fucks me on her terms. Fuckin' unbelievable." He shakes his head, still smiling at you, and you blow him a kiss. He heads into the bathroom, jerks himself off quickly, gets into some nicer clothes, and comes out, taking your arm.

"Let's go then, princess."

You go downstairs and out to the Bellagio buffet, then to the hotel casino. You wonder what Vic's doing... probably getting laid or hanging out at some dive bar on the strip with dancers.

You think back to when Vic fucked you, how good and rough he was. You're wet already thinking about it. Then you look over to your sugar daddy, how his shirt is unbuttoned, and think of his cock that he had just been touching. Fuck, just the idea of your situation got you beyond excited-- passed between two sexy men, who loved to make you feel amazing.

"You thinking about something in particular?" Eddie asks, focused on the slot machine.

"Why?" you mutter.

"When you stare at my chest that intently, I can only assume you're thinking about something pretty specific."

You smirk, and lean in. "On second thought, I'd rather the rest of the night we stay in. If I have to wait another minute, I'll need to go to the washroom and take care of myself."

Eddie looks over at you, and shakes his head. "What do I always tell you? Horny all the time, it's a damn miracle."

You bite your lip, and he cashes in, guiding you upstairs. You both get undressed, and Eddie's already half hard again, just from you rubbing him in the elevator on the way up. Your thoughts are racing, and tour blood is rising as you shimmy your panties down, a wet spot already prevalent in them.

"Fuck, love that body," Eddie murmurs, welcoming you onto the bed, and you force him down into the pillows, turning around and spreading your legs. Reverse cowgirl feels really good, and Eddie always seems to cum extra hard with this position.

"Yeah, baby, fuck yeah, do it," Eddie nods, and you sink down on him, moaning and arching your back as you finally make it down to his hips.

"You're so..." you gasp, "S-So big, daddy..."

"Daddy loves feeling his girl's tight little cunt," Eddie breathes, "That's it, sweetheart... fuck daddy's cock good..."

You start to whine and whimper, working yourself back onto his dick as he spanks your ass repeatedly, and just as you're approaching your first orgasm, the door beeps, and in lumbers--

"Shit," Vic smiles. "Wrong key card."

"Your room's next to ours," Eddie sighs, and you come to a halt on him. Vic eyes you, and Eddie sighs. "Take a picture asshole, it'll last longer."

Vic keeps staring, and you make eye contact with him, shuddering. Eddie notices how turned on you are being stared at by his friend, so he narrows his eyes.

"You busy?"

"Me?" Vic shakes his head, already dropping his coat, "Nah." He closes the door, and stops, hands on his belt. "Eddie... I understand if this is crossing a limit. I can go jerk off in the shower, I know you shared her with me once, but that was a one time thing, I mean..."

"Hey. Like I said," Eddie smirks, twirling a lock of your hair, "What's mine is yours." Vic and Eddie both look at you for approval, and you nod fast, suppressing a groan, so Vic takes his belt off, beginning to undress as well.

"Oh," you moan, and Vic climbs onto the bed, that domineering gaze back in his dark eyes.

"Alright. How the fuck are we gonna do this?" Eddie mutters, and you climb off of him. Vic takes his pants down, pumping himself a few times, and Eddie blinks. "Holy motherfuck. No wonder she gets wet every time she sees you, you're fucking hung!"

"You like it, Eddie?" Vic teases, "You want a taste? You want a little taste?"

"Shit, I might just take you up on that someday, buddy," Eddie laughs, and goes in on you from behind, kissing down your neck hard. Vic takes the front, tracing his hand down between your breasts, down to your belly, and to your throbbing arousal. You moan a little, and gasp suddenly as Eddie pushes three fingers into your wetness from behind.

"You snooze you lose, pal," he grins, and Vic smirks, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He moves down to your nose, and then tentatively kisses you on the lips, softly and with feeling. Your cheeks are flushed from Eddie fingering you, but the action makes you blush even more.

"Eddie," Vic says slowly.

"What?"

"I'm not just gonna jerk off watching you two go at it, I'm not a fuckin' pervert. I wanna fuck (y/n)."

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with my dick, shove it up my own asshole, Victor?" Eddie snaps, and Vic sets off into giggles as you grin.

"Let me suck you off, daddy."

Eddie suddenly looks interested again. "Yeah? You wanna suck daddy off?"

"Mhmm," you nod, and Eddie nods, moving around to the front of you. You get in between his legs, bending over, and you nearly choke as Vic thrusts into you from Eddie's former position. You lower your lips, and start to suck Eddie off as Vic pounds in, the stimulation of Vic's big cock inside you with the progress you and Eddie had made prior to his "accidental" entry working you toward a mind blowing climax.

"That's so fucking good, baby girl," Eddie praises you, "Daddy's gonna cum sooner than he thought."

"Cum in my mouth, daddy," you breathe, and go back down on him, moaning as Vic finds your clit, rubbing and massaging it just right.

"Oh, oh, oh," Eddie stutters, shoving his hips up into your mouth, and Vic starts to grunt behind you, fucking you so hard you're being pushed forward into Eddie.

"Cool it, Vic, she's gonna--" Eddie is suddenly cut off as he cums in your mouth, hot and thick down your throat. He grabs your hair, holding on as you whimper and moan in pleasure around him, and when he's all finished, he looks down at you.

"Have I told you lately that I love you?"

"About a billion fucking times, Edward," Vic shoots back, and thrusts again. You cry out, and Vic brings a hand down on your ass. Now that you're done sucking Eddie off (and Eddie is laying on his back, sated), Vic takes the opportunity to flip you around, lifting your legs high to rest on his shoulders as he watches his cock go in and out of you. Almost sobbing now, you repeat his name, until he pounds one more time and leans down.

"Such a dirty little cockslut. Loved getting fucked by two cocks tonight, honey? You made us both cum, from fucking your mouth and your pussy. How's that feel?"

"Mmm, amazing," is all you can moan.

"Yeah?" Vic asks, "You like that? 'Sat good, that hit the spot?"

"Vic-- Vic, Vic--"

"Alright. Cum for me."

You climax hard, your voice going hoarse from the screaming. Eddie watches you come apart in awe, and Vic pulls out and cums on your stomach.

You lay there in a heap, the three of you, and finally, as usual, Eddie breaks the silence.

"I haven't felt that good in my entire life."

You have to agree.

---

Joe sits at the dinner table the next night, sipping some wine.

"Meeting went well, Joseph?" Vic asks.

"Sure did, Vic. Sure did. Eddie was in a strangely good mood, didn't threaten the other guys once. Can't explain it." You smirk, and Vic ducks his head, holding in a laugh. Eddie has to fight not to laugh as well, and Joe just rolls his eyes. "I don't wanna know."

"No," you smile, "You really don't."

[winterdvst-blog]

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ introduction.

hello, friends ! admin fox here again with another character because i have literally no self control.... anyways if u wanna plot ( with either of my muses, really ) please like this post or message !

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ chris hemsworth + cis male + he/him — have you met frank carter? they are a thirty-five year old known around town as the reveler. they’ve been in the gang life for five years, and currently work for the gang as a bookkeeper. they are a bisexual scorpio, which means they are loyal + friendly, as well as careless + childish. open silk shirts, unruly hair, sculpted back muscles.

frank was born in valdez to a mother who was a solider and an assassin father, but he moved away when he was just eighteen to live in los angeles and try his hand at acting.

he’s been back in town for five years now--- his dad died about ten years ago, but his mother recently discovered she has stage four cervical cancer, so he moved back to take care of her and try to be the loving son he never was while he still can. 

remember that acting career i mentioned? yeah, didn’t go so well. frank had plans of becoming a big action star, but in the end after not getting any roles and nearly starving, he ended up in porn. 

porn was very profitable to him, and he made a shitload of money from it in the twelve years that he was in the business. he’s still rich as fuck, though he definitely makes a tenth of what he used to. 

he’s like.... super smart ? at least when it comes to numbers. boy can do math like no one else and he probably should’ve been a physicist or something instead of going for the arts. 

100% sugar daddy, has so much money from his pornos he doesn’t even know how to spend it.... so sex and booze and designer clothes it is. 

big headed idiot, probably thinks he’s the hottest man to ever walk the earth. 

doesn’t take anything seriously ? life’s a damn party and he’s here for it.

big dick energy lbr

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ wanted plots.

a best friend --- more like a confidant, the one person that gets to see frank with his guard down; probably one of the few people in town that doesn’t underestimate him. 

a childhood friend --- frank left town at eighteen, and he also left this person behind. maybe they had a lot of plans of moving away together, of escaping life in a small town and becoming somebody together in the big city; instead, frank walked away in the first chance he got and abandoned this muse without second thought.

a confidant --- this character is a medic, or works at a doctor outside of the gang ! but basically, this muse would be frank’s mother’s doctor; in the five years since they discovered her cancer, this person also became frank’s personal rock, the only one he trusts to take care of his mother and, as a result, the only person he trusts with his personal issues. 

a groupie --- someone who has seen frank’s movies, and admires his work maybe a little bit too much; frank probably thinks it’s endearing, even if it creeps him out a little that this character might have a collection of his own porn stashed somewhere. might treat them like a little pet, might toy around with their emotions a little bit, we can plot more !

a sugar baby --- again, frank loves spending money. he, above all, loves spending money on pretty things. five star hotels, designer clothes, jewelry, whatever; he’ll give this character anything they ask for as long as he’s getting something in return. 

an ex --- they dated for around two years after frank came back into town, maybe even lived together for a while ? either way it ended horribly because frank was just so miserable that he had to move back to valdez and he was definitely a little bitch baby about it. 

a friend with benefits --- frank doesn’t do exclusive relationships very well, but he’s great in the sex department; this character would know that well, since frank is constantly hitting them up for some fun with no strings attaches. 

an enemy --- maybe they had beef before frank moved away, maybe they just met. either way, frank and this muse are constantly butting heads, maybe even brawling a couple of times.