#anyway i should stop making tags! enjoy!

[teafangirl]

——☕️

poisonous witch

The Landlady x Supernatural

Summary: human Castiel was heading back to the bunker to meet up with the brothers and ended up going through a small town called bath. It was midnight and would've taken him an hour longer to get to the bunker, but exhaustion got to the ex Angel, he decided to stop by an inn and rest for a bit only to meet a strange old lady calling him “Mr Wilkins”. He might end up needing the Winchesters help because they apparently got wind of a case in the area un known to him.

Warnings: language . Poisoning, mention of stuffing bodies. Creepy old lady, Dean and Sam to the rescue. Supernatural twist to the landlady story, but it's mostly the same except for some additions and changes. You may notice a few lines are directly from the story PDF. Maybe light Destiel

A/N; So this story is inspired by the landlady, as you know it doesn't have an ending. I gave it one for a school project, so I'll be using parts of the ending I created for that project as well as doing my own interpretation of this story. This story takes place in supernatural when Cas is human and after the original story of the landlady, so after billy came to the bed and breakfast. One thing you need to know in my ending for the school assignment billy was stuffed, and the lady was taken to prison so It will be explained why she goes after Cas at all. Basically I make her have gone more insane in prison, and she somehow escaped and got her business back up and running somehow even finding more animals to stuff and retrieving the bodies of billy and the other two victims from the original story let it be a plot hole actually I am going to make her a witch so perhaps that explains it. I hope this is still good it was an idea that came after re-watching supernatural season 8 ep 8 the scene where the elderly lady mistakes Cas for her third husband, Charles. You can read this without having read the Landlady. Also, lastly in this Gadreel is still in Sam.apologies for any spelling errors enjoy!

————☕️

By the time Castiel rode into the town of Bath, it was almost midnight , normally tiredness wasn't something Cas had to worry about but since he became human it was a problem. As an Angel of the divine Cas didn't need sleep but now as he drove his eyes felt heavy he hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in a while just so much was going on, for example he was heading back to the bunker to meet up with the brothers they'd been trying to figure out how to stop Metatron. He still didn't know why Dean had kicked him out of the bunker, but Cas supposed he had a good reason. Cas was pulled from his thoughts when his 1978 Lincoln Continental Mark V started slowing down and soon came to a stop on the side of the road, indicating it was out of gas again.

“Damn it! I thought I filled it up properly”

The ex Angel mumbled to himself as he rested his elbow on the sterling wheel and sat his head august his palm rubbing his own hair as he sighed in frustration that the car had to go out of gas again. Perhaps the “Winchester luck” was rubbing off on the man, he smiled at that thought. He looked over to glance out of the passenger window the street was calm at this time of night, however he could make out what looked to be in inn just across the road from where his car had stopped, the sign on the inn read “bed and breakfast, prepare to be stuffed with sleep and good food!”.

The place looked like any motal he and the brothers might have stayed in before, so Cas thought he could go there to get some rest and see if someone there could help with his car. To Castiel, that seemed like something a human would do, and he hoped the brothers wouldn't mind. He could call Dean and ask him for help, but Cas wasn't sure if Dean wanted to see him, so he decided to go with his first Idea. Cas unblocked his car door and stepped out, the air was deadly cold and the wind was like a flat blade of ice on his cheeks as an Angel it wouldn't have mattered, but as a human he could feel the sharp stab of the cold. He pulled his tan trench coat tighter around himself, eventually buttoning it as he grabbed his phone and wallet, placing them in the pockets, he closed the car door and headed to the inn. His feet clinked on the ground as he walked with purpose, he felt determined being human had been a toll on his emotions and mental as well as physical well-being since he now had to take care of his bodily functions. His vessel was no longer just a meat suit, it was now his body, and it could be effected by toxins, for example poisons. As he got closer to the motel, he noticed There was a vase of yellow chrysanthemums, tall and beautiful, standing just outside the entrance Green curtains (some sort of velvety material) were hanging down on either side of the window.

The chrysanthemums looked wonderful beside them. He went right up and peered through the glass into the room, and the first thing he saw was a bright fire burning in the hearth. On the carpet in front of the fire, a pretty little dachshund was curled up asleep with its nose tucked into its belly. The room itself, so far as he could see in the half-darkness, was filled with pleasant furniture. There was a baby-grand piano and a big sofa and several plump armchairs; and in one corner he spotted a large parrot in a cage. To Castiel, it all looked comfy, he tried not to focus on anything that might have seemed weird and went to the door placing a hand on the knob and twisting it the door gave way as a bell rang from above. Before Cas could take the room in or even step into the room a little old woman was rushing into the room catching him off guard it was as if shed been watching from the top window or something. Cas didn't know how to react he felt frozen, oddly perhaps it was shock from the thought that the woman probably had been watching him. This woman seemed like a jack-in-the-box, not that Cas knew what that was, he didn't.

She was about forty-five or fifty years old, and the moment she saw him, she gave him a warm welcoming smile.“Please come in,” she said pleasantly and before Cas knew it he had walked fully into the little house and the door slowly closed behind him. The woman smiled again and came closer, Cas watched her with observant eyes as she gestured to a coat rack.

“Here let me hang your coat, you'll be staying won't you.”

It seemed odd she worded that as a statement, not a question, but Cas was indeed staying for one night so he supposed hanging his coat wouldn't be a horrible idea he was tired and itching to get to bed. However, he remembered the matter of his car and as he slipped his coat off he thought what to say.

��My car broke down, and I need a place to stay for the night, do you know of someone who could fix my car?”

He removed his phone and wallet from the coat before putting it on the coat rack, the woman gave him a knowing look then a sheepish grin.

‘Oh Don't worry your room is already ready for you, and yes I will call someone about your car for you…well get it taken care of once you are all taken care of”

She seemed nice.

“How much does staying here cost?”

Cas asked as he caught the woman looking him up and down with blue eyes that were lighter than his own as he felt her eyes roam over him, he felt a tad uncomfortable.

“The cost is ten per night including breakfast, you can pay me when you leave tomorrow!”

Cas nodded, he likely had the right amount in his wallet.

“You take a seat in the living room I'll get you some fresh tea Mr Wilkins”

Castiel was caught off guard by the name, and before he could correct her, she had run off to the kitchen. Castiel who was now just in a white shirt and black pants decided to take a look around the living room he had suppressed his tiredness and let his curiosity wander he was curious why this woman had called hm this Mr Wilkins when he hadn't given a name yet nor had she asked what his name was. Cas walked sound the living room as he approached the bird in the cage he found it odd that it didn't move or make a sound when he approached it strangely didn't seem like it was even breathing Cas also saw a few signs of rot on its wings Cas reached a finger out to gently touch it. Oddly the bird didn't react one bit once his finger touched its wing it felt cold he moved his finger onto its body and was shocked to find it felt cold as if it was dead and had been dead for a long time. As he went to inspect more, he heard the woman walk back into the room and looked to see she was now in a white dress with a Vail and had a tray in her hands. Moving away from the cage and feeling a little on edge, Cas took in her strange appearance the dress looked vintage, and it looked fit for a wedding he watched her closely as she sat the tray down and sat on the sofa.

“Mr Wilkins, why don't you come sit with me, I've made us some fresh tea!”

The woman was now looking Cas right in the eyes, he looked over to his trench coat which was a ways past the couch he felt the urge to leave it was a human urge he had now , instead he kept standing maintaining his distance from her.

“My name is Steve…. Steve Smith, who is this Mr Willkins?”

Castiel had thought up a quick fake name he knew, “Smith” was a fake name the brothers used sometimes. The old woman seemed shocked, as if she hadn't expected to hear his name and was content with calling him what she wanted. However, the woman seemed to mask her expression with a pleasant smile that seemed apologetic.

“Oh, I am terribly, sorry… Mr Smith Willkins is my dead husband…I loved him so much I……”

The woman wiped her eyes with her dress as if she was crying and Cas felt sorry for her he knew that grief was a horrible thing jimmy his vessel had a wife who'd gone through such feelings after Castiel had taken jimmy as his vessel and left he always felt he could have handled that better but back then he was a solider he didn't understand humanity like he had come to he'd come to love humans that was thanks to the Winchesters. He felt himself wanting to go over and comfort her, perhaps that's what she needed, so he did. Cas walked over and sat in front of her on the couch by the tea and put a gentle hand on her arm.

“Sorry for your loss, I assure you he's happy in heaven, he's at peace!”

Since he was no longer an Angel he didn't know where her husband was, but he had seen Dean and Sam lie to make people feel better, tho he did hope what he had said was true and if one day he did become an Angel again he would check for her.

“Oh don't worry Mr Smith, he will be with me soon enough”

He was caught off guard by her words once more but didn't have time to think because she pulled out a box and opened it to reveal a golden ring, it looked old rusted. He noticed she had a matching one on her left ring finger, however the one she wore looked like she hadn't taken it off in years Cas wondered how he hadn't noticed that before nor had he noticed the smell coming from the tea cup it smelled off and now that he thought about it was effecting his body weirdly making him feel dizzy.

“Oh don't worry Mr Smith, all you have to do is put his ring on for me… and say I do… Can you do that!”

It was an order, not a question Cas quickly pulled his hand away from hers and moved off the couch he was a little off balance because of the smell that had been coming from the tea Cas figured she was likely a witch and amplified the smell he knew he needed to get to the blade in his trench coat, but he was unsure if he'd make it. If he was an Angel, this poison wouldn't be effecting him so badly. Backing into the nearest wall and knocking the bird cage over he quickly grabbed his phone from his back pocket clicked it open before the woman caught on to what he was doing, his fingers moved fast as he clicked the call button under Deans name and soon enough he answered.

“Cas, what's wrong…we are in the middle of a case!”

Deans voice filled the room laced with concern and, catching the woman's attention, and she looked at Cas angrily. He had just enough time to put the phone on speaker before she got up and started walking over with a murderous look in her eyes.

‘Hay…you don't look so good Mr Smith…let's get you up to your room, you don't need to be on the phone right now!”

Cas saw that the woman had brought the tea cup with her, which made the smell so much worse he wanted to fight, but her magic was pretty strong or at least whatever shed put in that tea cup Cas imagined it would have worked a lot faster if he had drank it he felt his knees buckle as Deans voice came through the phone again.

“Cas! Can you hear me….?”

Walking could be heard on the other end, it was clear Dean was getting Sam so he could track the call. Cas couldn't answer as the woman moved the tea cup closer he felt his body go weak and numb, he wished he was an Angel again, but at the moment that wa not what he was. The woman's voice is the last thing he heard.

“Don't worry, Mr Willkins will find you as a very fitting host!”

Everything went black for Castiel he felt himself being dragged, he could hear someone yelling cus words that was likely Dean on the other end of the phone cursing out the woman. Soon his body shivered as he felt hands undressing him and the woman's voice cutting through the silence.

“My husband will love this tuxedo on his new body…the three stuffed men will be perfect sacrifices, and I collected all their blood when I cut them open and sewed them back up I do love stuffing all my pets… Oh, how well my plan is going…a perfect older man just happened to walk into my inn…well going to jail was a setback, but that's never stopped me, dear Mr Willkins. The spell will work…this time, I promise! I did what you said…”

It's unclear who she's talking too, maybe her dead husband's ghost, or perhaps the trapped ghost’s of her other victims. those ghosts would likely be freed by her death, Cas didn't know more so he didn't feel like letting her know he was awake. He felt cold metal under his body binds on his wrists and ankles he felt cold and shivered as the woman brushed her hands over his face and hair hastily. Then he heard her leave, and he opened his eyes to find he was strapped to a table there was likely a ruin under the table, he noticed three chairs around the table each had a teenage looking boy on it and they looked dead and where likely stuffed. He then looked to his other side to see a table with bottles of blood and some other tools including a bowl. He tried to break the binds, but then he noticed the same tea cup was placed out of reach above his head and he quietly cused and looked down at himself, noticing he was wearing an old looking tuxedo and the golden ring the woman had tried to force on him earlier. Soon the woman walked back into the room with a few other items but Cas couldn't make them out, the woman saw he was awake and walked over.

‘Don't worry, Mr Smith, I'll remember you as the one who gave my husband life again… Your plush lips will be so fun to kiss once he's in your fine looking body’

A shiver ran down Castiels spine at her words she was clearly insane she had clearly gotten past the stage of grieving now she seemed like a true sociopath who had likely gotten past the simple stage of grieving a long time ago Cases thoughts were cut off as he heard the downstairs front door being kicked open which made a loud thudding sound erupt throughout the building.

“I'll be back Mr Willkins I'll see what the new guests want!”

And with that she left again, Cas took a deep breath,trying to calm himself somewhat, wondering if this was how Dean or Sam felt when one of them got captured by a human monster, not a supernatural one not that those instances probably didn’t scare them a little too. however Cas would call That woman a human monster even tho she was a witch, soon the door to the room opened again and Cas tensed but quickly let out a sigh of relief when he saw Dean standing there.Cas was happy to see Dean who quickly rushed over to him and broke the tea cup, sending it onto the floor which in turn ruined the ruin, rendering the spell useless. Dean put a grounding hand on Case's shoulder as he looked into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Cas buddy, you still with me?”

Deans voice was soothing , it seemed to calm his bodys racing heart, he hadn’t realized he’d been sweating till just then, he didn’t feel like admitting it to Dean right then but he’d been afraid.. felt fear more than he ever had before he took a deep breath to study himself focusing on Dean and nodded to Dean. Dean got him off the table then informed him that he and Sam had killed the witch.

‘Good…. I think she'll be going to hell!”

Dean nodded in agreement with Caes statement, Dean then revealed that the case he and Sam had been working on was that they had been trying to track down the witch that Cas just happened to stumble into the lair of. Cas leaned on Dean as they left the house and left an anonymous tip to the cops, Dean pulled Cas close to him, perhaps he knew Cas needed him right then! .

“Thanks for the save, Dean!”

Cas voice came out a little weak. Dean smiled at Cas and pulled him into a tight hug as he grabbed Case's coat and wrapped it around him as they left the house.

“Anytime Cas, we always have your back no matter what buddy!”

Cas smiled back at Dean, tho he knew Dean probably wouldn't let him go back to living in the bunker with them, but he wouldn't bring that up now. Somehow Sam had fixed his car and filled it with Gas meaning he could drive the rest of the way to the bunker , did he feel like doing that ,no so he was glad when Dean told Sam to take Case's Car to the bunker and Cas would ride in the Impala with Dean.

Cas ended up falling asleep in the passenger seat of the Impala as Dean drove, and he felt right at home and safe, his mind forgetting the events of this crazy night! Dean looked over at Cas and smiled as music played in the background and the Impala rolled down the road, he decided to go a little slower…taking a little or a lot longer to get back to the bunker just so Castiel could sleep and he could think. And if Sam or the Angel riding him whose name was Gadreel if either of them was mad at Dean later he would deal with that when it happened! Right now Castiel was peacefully sleeping in the Impala Dean was the calmest he had ever been, more so with the ex Angel there at least he could block out the other problems for a while. He was happy he had been able to Save Cas because even tho he might not admit it, the ex Angel held him together sometimes in more ways than one!

The End ☕️

——————

🌹

Ps: read tags if u want ! also i’m still writing Assets and Angels chap 4!

[deoidesign]

just wanted to say that I absolutely LOVE your comic I am so inspired by it and it’s so lovely and I wanna buy the physical books (I’ve never done that before) I just AUGGHHH EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS SO 💙💙💙

do you allow fanart? And is there anything not allowed? I wanna draw adam and steve so bad 😭

Of course it's allowed! Fanart fanfic fan music fan dubs whatever!

I like to think I'm sort of "building a playground" when I make a story, have fun on it! I made it for you!

In my general opinion, it's not my business what my "fandom" does... It's on you and also me to curate our own spaces! If you're inspired by my work in any way, that's the greatest honor I could imagine and I want you to feel fully free to explore that. If someone is being weird, I know where the block button is and they can keep being weird where I don't have to see it haha

Just don't like... sell it... it's messy legally with webtoon and I'm one person making the story and it's my whole income so the few sales I get are kind of huge for me ;_;

[kyouka-supremacy]

Mmmhhh

[frostbite-the-bat]

talked w/ a friend about this and wanted to post something similar yesterday after a convo i saw also

about people criticizing ttcc / ttcc fans for just... being cog fans? being cog centric? usually coming from people who only like the toons.

and everyone likes what they like! it's okay! but saying that people who like the cogs are horrible and support the bad things they do, is just blatantly wrong. i thought we knew that enjoying villainous and morally Bad / grey characters is... okay? it doesn't mean you support what they do. it's interesting to explore these topics.

i've seen many people just... paint anyone who likes the cogs as horrible because they're "apologists of x and y" and... i dunno. rubs me the wrong way! you do have a point and recognize the cogs do bad things, but liking them as characters means nothing about who you are as a person.

and this is not to say that people who are in toontown for the toons are bad. hell! they are right this IS toontown. i may be on the cog liker side but i like the toons! maybe ocs more than the npcs - mostly because i like my friends and the sheer creativity the toons can bring out!!

SO what i wanna say... i dunno. let's not point fingers...? let's have fun in a goofy cartoon game together??? also complaining about people liking VILLAIN ROBOTS on TUMBLR is kind of funny to me. do you realize where you are. but then again a lot of this i see on discord and in-game as well since i avoid things on tumblr... i am a sensitive little fella i avoid misty fight bc of One Really mean "Critic" guy i saw there and i have been shivering in my bootsies since. so you get me

but like yes ttcc is more cog centric but... that's okay? things could be written better and i still wanna speak on it, and i do thing the toons deserve attention and better writing... but the fact it focuses on the cogs isn't... bad? if you don't like how con centric it is you can go play ttr...? god forbid people have fun and explore the villain's side of things...? i'm not saying either toontown server is better or worse than the other... and everyone can like their own things!!

but like... people will just like the cogs and that's okay and it doesn't make you bad. let's all be friends okay? both sides may be going at each other's necks in-game and the cogs in fact do horrible things - but it's what makes them fun, and it gives the toons things to do in the game!! but we don't gotta !!!!!!!! i may be really sarcastic and sometimes mean in private but like that's me just privately sassing, deep down i think people should just... y'know..? enjoy things.

so yea that's the guzma / cathal thought of today. toon people cog people both people are all awesome as fuck and you keep doing what you're doing i love you toontown isn't toontown without you

[redgearsmovin]

man .

[abyssembraced]

Making You the Patron Saint of Something

Patron Saint of Creation

Patron saint of explosions. Patron saint of More. Patron saint of something new entirely. Something unfamiliar, something you can't recognize. Was Frankenstein's monster an abomination or had his like just never been seen before? You're the patron saint of all those new, beautiful things. You're the patron saint of the monsters, too.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Patron Saint of Bones

Patron saint of frameworks. Of structures. Of solidity. Patron saint of things that break. Patron saint of things that are left behind. The bones survive long after the body, the building: what is there left for them, when the rest is gone? What do bones do, with nothing to hold around them? Who holds the bones?

~~~~~~~~~~~

Tagged by: @distrxst (thank you!)

Tagging: Back at it again with tagging Everyone <3 And again, if you have multiple rp blogs, absolutely feel free to do it for one other than the one I tagged!! @bladesfromthedark , @legalbrats , @tazmilyxfamily , @pri-rp , @hopeful-hugz , @quillheel , @musescfmusic , @interdimensional-ship

[longagoitwastuesday]

*reading a thesis about the evolution of the concept of infinity in China with a large amount of tabs open with diverse articles or word combinations to further look for information, all the while seething, blood boiling* I wish Satoru Gojo would fucking cease to exist

[anarcho-masochist]

Okay, I thought this was universal but maybe my last three therapists were right that it is not:

Is it normal for boredom to be truly unbearable?

As in, worse than anything else, would rather get eviscerated while fully conscious, will do anything to escape it which might actually include suicide if no satisfactory options are available?

[threadsun]

So many of y'all are so endearingly shy about your kinks and like... always worry that you're requesting stuff that's too out there for me and... okay, so like here's the thing. I've been part of my local kink/bdsm community for years, I studied the sociology of sex and kink as part of my degree in uni, and most importantly I'm a sex worker and professional erotica writer.

So like... a short and vague list of things I've been paid to write about and/or video myself doing specifically for someone's sexual pleasure:

Blowing up a balloon

Teeth brushing

Diaper hypnosis

Bunnyboy to dragonboy transformation

Brain slugs

Ear fingering

Eating crackers

Reading aloud the back of a soap bottle

A detailed description of furry social media

Knee massage

And those are just the more obscure ones. There's plenty of stuff I could list that's considered far "grosser," "weirder," or more "fucked up."

I actively enjoy exploring new things and indulging other peoples' kinks, even when they do nothing for me personally. I promise you anything you might send me will not be the most out there thing I've heard. And even if I can't figure out how to write it, I'll never judge anyone for asking.

So y'all don't need to keep apologising for asking me to write kinky stuff!! If I wasn't having fun, I wouldn't keep doing it!!

[curiosityjams]

*

[autism-disco]

i can’t believe for a brief amount of time when i didn’t like requiems holy shit they’re so good??? i mean some movements can be boring but like if you listen to dies irae from mozart and don’t somewhat explode i do not understand you, also verdi’s dies irae it’s really the fucking song ever

[cinnabeat]

i should relisten to season 1 of the magnus archives

[neverendingford]

.

[sttoru]

⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. a relaxing day at the beach w/ toji ‘n little megumi, accompanied by their usual bickering and precious moments

tags. dad!toji x wife!female reader. fluff. honestly just the beach episode toji deserves w his family t_t not proof read!

the beach is a beautiful place to rest after a tough week. toji lays on the towel besides yours, bulky arms resting behind his head as he enjoyed the gentle breeze, the smell of the sea mixed with his wife’s perfume.

the peace is quickly disturbed when he feels a small fist claw at his mouth.

“‘gumi, don’t feed papa sand,” your muffled laughter echoes through the busy beach. you watch your husband attempt to fight off megumi’s tiny hands as they pry his lips apart.

toji grunts and moves his head multiple times, but the toddler is determined to get what he wants. “brat—” the dark-haired man scoffs while his hands wrap around megumi’s torso, lifting the little boy in the air as his final resort, “what’s this all ‘bout? wanna kill y’r daddy or sum?”

your son pouts and furrows his brows. “no, i made papa food. burger,” he defends himself and kicks his legs while being held up at arms length. megumi’s tiny fist full of sand manages to reach his father’s lips again, “now papa eat!”

toji lifts megumi up higher, as far away from his face as possible. he takes a second before realising that he indeed had made a request for a burger just moments ago, when his son asked him what he should make out of the sand.

toji totally forgot to play along with megumi’s pretend restaurant game, thinking the boy would halfway forget about it anyway. children’s attention spans are short after all.

seems like his kid is an exception.

“i ain’t eatin’ shit, boy,” toji grunts and turns megumi away, putting the boy back down in the sand between the two beach towels. you’re about to reprimand your husband for his behaviour before your child interrupts.

“this not poo poo!” megumi jabs a finger at his father’s chest, his voice a bit louder. he’s taken great offence to the comment about his imaginary burger, which was now but a cluster of sand particles.

toji snorts and gently flicks megumi’s hand away, “yeah, it is. bet it tastes like ‘poo poo’ too.”

“no! not poo poo!” megumi’s voice rings out before a frustrated whine leaves his lips. his little hands land on toji’s abs, physically punishing him for saying such mean stuff about his hard handiwork.

your husband sticks his tongue out childishly at his sulking son. “‘yes! yes ‘tis poo poo!’ keheh,” toji mocks megumi’s high voice, snorting as he laughs about his own joke afterwards.

the father-son duo bicker for a few more seconds before you sigh and speak up. “can you two just get along for once now? we’re in public, so behave,” you scold them as their voices seemed to get louder. you then glare at your immature husband. he could be such a man-child when it came to arguing with his son, “and you— you’re an adult, so act like one.”

the two of them instantly shut up and their heads turn towards you, their hands that were wrestling with each other also stopping mid-air. megumi pouts and stops attacking his father with his tiny fists. the little boy knows better than to not listen to his mother.

in turn, toji huffs and grumbles something under his breath before grabbing his son to make it up to him.

neither does the grown man dare to defy his wife’s demands.

“yeah, yeah. c’mere, son,” toji responds and places the toddler on his chest, letting the kid rest against him. megumi surprisingly doesn’t pull away and instead curls up in toji’s warm embrace. as much as the two love to (playfully) fight, they also get along extremely well.

you smile and relax back on the palms of your hands. “much better,” you hum in content. your heart swells with affection for your two favorite people on earth. megumi is a carbon copy of his father and it’s the cutest little thing ever.

they both have that subtle pout on their lips as they accommodate to being close and cozy with each other again.

toji runs his callused fingers through megumi’s hair, sighing as he closes his eyes. he doesn’t admit it out loud, but he cares for his kid. if he had to make a choice between either saving his own life or megumi’s, toji’d instantly draw his last breath.

“he’s still a brat,” your husband grumbles to you, sharp eyes watching the way you coddle and coo over the toddler. megumi’s chubby cheek is smushed against toji’s chest and it was an adorable sight. you giggle and capture it on your phone.

toji scoffs, but can’t help the grin tugging at the corner of his scarred lips. he gently rubs the child’s cheek with his knuckles before continuing, “but he’s my brat. ain’t that right, boy?”

megumi lets out a small, soft grunt at his father’s words. the kid is completely silent, content with the way things had played out. perhaps this is what he secretly searched for as well— to receive toji’s attention and a glimpse of his affection.

“aww, how cute!” your smile is beaming as you snap another picture of your family. toji’s soft look is perfectly captured on your phone, with him gently touching megumi’s chubby cheek as the boy laid on his bare chest. pure domestic bliss.

you sigh and look away for one second to change the lockscreen on your phone. humming, you go to your settings and instantly put the picture of your husband and son as your wallpaper on nearly everything.

you tilt your head back only to find toji grinning from ear to ear now, going from gently rubbing megumi’s cheek to full out squishing them between both his hands, amused at the way the fat moves. “kehehe, look at ‘em,” he chuckles.

the little toddler eventually gets fed up with it after squirming and grunting. megumi brings his little fist up—the same one that still had some sand stored from before—and lets the content fly all over toji’s face.

megumi giggles and scrambles off toji’s lap with a victorious grin. he points at his father who’s struggling with getting the sand off his face, the man sputtering and grumbling. he sticks his tongue out, “tha’s papa’s burger.”

you watch as your son waddles over to you and hides into your arms, muffled laughter echoing in your ears. seems like megumi won the battle in the end; successfully holding onto the sand he was planning to feed his dad one way or another.

toji spits out a bit of sand that flew into his mouth from the kid’s surprise attack, “you little shit—”

well, there goes the peace again. you shake your head, but let the two play and fight it out on their own.

. . . just another day in the fushiguro family.

[rainingincale]

.

[5sospenguinqueen]

Princess Party | Lando Norris x Best Friend! Reader

Summary: Lando enjoys participating in all night life has to offer, particularly with his best friend. When Y/N falls pregnant after one drunken night, he panics. After all, why should he trade a club party for a princess party?

Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Baby fever. Loss of friendship. Pregnancy. Lando is not great in this.

Blonde female reader with various faceclaims. Pics found on Pinterest.

Main Masterlist

next.

━━━━━━ ༻𖥸༺ ━━━━━━

YourUserName just posted

liked by mclaren, lnfour and others

YourUserName a podium for my favourite boy 🍾🧡#AustralianGP tagged: landonorris

5,778 comments

YourUserName and another huge well done to my other papaya pookie @ oscarpiastri for p4 🥳

→ oscarpiastri i thought we agreed you’d stop calling me that

→ YourUserName WE agreed to nothing

→ landonorris um i should be your only papaya pookie

→ oscarpiastri disrespected in my home town

georgerussell63 excuse me, why don’t you make posts like this about me

→ YourUserName when was the last time you were on a podium

→ alex_albon hahaha

→ georgerussell63 @ alex_albon hey, i’m closer than you are

→ YourUserName now, now, children, behave

User1 is this his girlfriend?

→ User2 no, just his childhood friend. she comes to most races to support him as she’s been there since his karting days

→ User3 and she’s really close with the the grid, but particularly the 2019 rookies

danielricciardo well done, mate. well deserved

carlossainz55 always nice to share a podium with you

User4 i'm sorry but i can’t believe her and lando are just friends when she takes the most boyfriend-coded pictures of him

mclaren petition to hire y/n as lando’s full time photographer

→ alex_albon no, because i need her to be mine considering she actually managed to make lando look good

liked by YourUserName

→ landonorris oi!

YourUserName posted a new story

landonorris posted a new story

maxverstappen1 posted a new story

━━━━━━ ༻𖥸༺ ━━━━━━

User5 i KNEW they were more than friends

User6 oh so now she realises her ‘feelings’, now that he’s winning trophies

→ User7 bitch she’s been by his side since baby karting days

User8 you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me (the asylum being tricked into thinking y/n and lando were nothing more than friends)

User9 not max deleting his story after waking up and realising the consequences of his drunken actions

User10 y/nlando shippers rise! we’ve been waiting YEARS for this day to come

User11 what a gross invasion of privacy from that staff member. i hope they find out who it was and fire them

alex_albon @ LandoNorris awfully cryptic of you

danielricciardo @ LandoNorris how are you still alive

→ LandoNorris ‘cause I’m not old like you

User12 @ LandoNorris mr norris, tell us what you did

→ georgerussell63 more like who

(this comment has been deleted)

━━━━━━ ༻𖥸༺ ━━━━━━

A month later

━━━━━━ ༻𖥸༺ ━━━━━━

User1 looks like she removed everyone she didn’t personally know and made her insta private

User2 lando no longer follows her either

User3 what is going on in the house of commons

User4 maybe they truly weren’t dating but sleeping together screwed up their friendship

User5 looks like the rest of the grid still follow her tho?

→ User6 guys guys. GR63 isn’t following lando anymore either?!

→ User7 at least we know which side he picked in the divorce

→ User8 i'm worried this means lando did something wrong because whilst i love him, i can’t look past him screwing up their friendship just because he was thinking with his dick

User9 good, she wasn’t good enough for him anyway

→ User10 relax, he’s not going to shag you

━━━━━━ ༻𖥸༺ ━━━━━━

YourUserName just posted

liked by zbrownceo, flonorris and others

YourUserName me and you against the world. little bean coming soon tagged: yoursister

1,200 comments

YourUserName i think aunty @ yoursister might be more excited to meet you

francisca.cgomes can’t wait to meet little y/l/n

georgerussell63 me and carmen are so excited. She’s buying baby clothes already

lilymhe i call godmother

→ francisca.cgomes nuh uh

→ alex_albon get in line

→ yoursister we all know i win this battle

→ georgerussell63 whoa whoa whoa, back off, you already get aunt

charles_leclerc so excited for you, y/n/n

carlossainz55 congratulations

danielricciardo heck yeah! i can’t wait to meet the bean

maxverstappen1 do i see a red bull onesie in the baby’s future?

→ charles_leclerc try a ferrari one

→ alex_albon we all know it’ll be williams

→ oscarpiastri racing baby!

━━━━━━ ༻𖥸༺ ━━━━━━

Baby Fever Angst Series

Tag list

@lav3nder-haze @minkyungseokie @callsignwidow @luvrrish @fall-bambi @evans-dejong @sadsierra2 @justdreamersdream @spookystitchery @dark-night-sky-99 @elijahslover @hc-dutch @mxdi0 @buckybarnessweetheart @ironmaiden1313 @dreamercrowd @yourbane @glow-ish @reguluscrystals