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itoshi-s · 2 years ago

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@marycorn requested: rin + bathing with him // no lukewarm love v-day event !

wc: 1.7k. cw: fem reader (referred to as woman like, once), fluff, rin isn't all that used to love :,3

"you're feeling more like oat milk and vanilla, or.." you pause, twisting the jar so you can read the label properly, "oh, you like this one- lavender and lemon?"

you hold up the candles, lifting them respectively as you speak, only to find rin - the very one your question is directed at - still staring at his phone intently as he rubs the back of his neck. the little frown etched between his brows and tense stance of his broad shoulders make him seem entirely too stressed for your liking.

"rin?" you ask again, putting one of the jars down on the counter. "you okay?"

it's only the lighter flicking that makes him snap out of his stupor. he glances over, teal eyes a bit confused until they settle on the candle you lit up - his favorite.

(it's hard to call it a favorite when it's actually the only scent he enjoys among all your other gourmand and flowery ones.)

"hm? yeah, sorry." rin sighs and locks his phone, setting it down before reaching to pull his hoodie off. "just some press shit before the season starts. had to catch up." he explains, voice muffled by the thick cotton over his mouth before he fully peels the garment off.

"'s alright." you hum softly, hand dipping into the bath water to check temperature. "i just don't like seeing you all pent up like that."

now, rin doesn't like how it feels, either. perhaps that's why he values his routine so much - the daily schedule he's been following ever since he realized how serious he is about football. morning stretch, breakfast, practice, lunch, gym, going home, dinner, evening yoga, then some meditation to finish the day. sounds like a lot — and it definitely is — but surprisingly so, it doesn’t feel as tiring as it might seem.

rin’s never really thought this tight schedule of his lacked anything, either — at least not until you crawled your way right into his heart, albeit a little too cold but oh, so aching for love still, and made yourself home in the long abandoned space. it's only natural you came with a whole package - all your silly candles, drawers full of various bath bombs and salts, and far too many masks to count, which you always looked so ecstatic to put on his face.

you came with your own little routine - one that fit so perfectly into his, it's almost as if it was fate's doing.

perhaps, this is exactly what he needed at the end of his day - your skin on his, head tilted back to rest on his shoulder as you listen to him speak, so intently and calmly as always. maybe, the feel of your fingers in his hair, tenderly pushing the bangs out of his face as you grin upon the sight - here's my handsome boy - is the little piece he longed for everyday.

(love, he thinks is the right word for it. he needed your love - but despite getting better at voicing out his feelings over the years, it's still far too sappy to admit to out loud.)

snapping out of thought, rin shakes his head. “yeah, me neither.” the man mumbles under his breath, and you need to look over your shoulder to make sure he’s just teasing — voice far too tired to make out the tone. “if they end up calling again, it's better cause someone's dead or some shit. not picking up otherwise.”

you laugh, and rin’s mouth curls into a rare smile.

“wow," you mumble, "that’s not very captain of you." you tease, to which he snorts.

"not very teammate of them to be such idiots either." you'd suppose there would be more of a bite to his tone as he retorts, but it's surprisingly gentle as he allows his gaze to rest on your silhouette, taking in the image of you slipping the silk robes off your shoulders and exposing the soft skin underneath. he sniffs shortly, "whatever. let's not talk about 'em anymore."

you only give a slight chuckle in reply as you slip into the bathtub, followed by a content sigh. the bubbles have grown thick and luscious, nearly covering most of your body once you’re fully submerged in the glittery lilac water, and rin’s cheeks grow warm in time with your own. yours, because the water is indeed just a bit too hot even for your liking; his, because you look so fucking sweet, a sight for his sore eyes.

pulling your knees chose to your chest, you squirm forward to make space behind you. "c'mon, it's gonna run cold-"

"shut up, woman," rin mutters under his breath as he steps in behind your back, lowering himself and pulling you flush against his chest once he's fully seated. the water sloshes over the edges at his sudden motion and you gasp - both at the mess and his jab.

"hey!" you try to turn in his grasp, but the way it tightens keeps you locked in place. rin laughs by your ear as you lean your head back with a pout. "it's the first time in, like, forever that we have time for this, and that's the treatment i get?"

rin gives your frame a squeeze again, paired with a chaste kiss pressed to the crook of your neck. you lean your head to the side, allowing more space, and it's almost muscle memory by this point - merely an instinct and unconscious thought that makes rin's heart jolt.

it has been a while, indeed, rin figures. you've been both way too busy with work to make way for the small things, pieces of your daily routines that in the end made the day feel this much better. now, he's not exactly sure how did all of... this become a regular routine for you two, but it has quickly turned out to be the very thing both his mind and body long for whenever it's time for a break.

maybe the lack of time was the cause of his annoyance spiking these past few days, eyes rolling upon the most minor inconveniences. he's never been the calmest type around the team, but it was truly best to keep your mouth around him lately. (if there has to be one person to ask about it, it's ryusei. as always.)

as rin inhales your scent, mixing with the faint citrus of the bubblebath and calming lavender the candle diffuses, he realizes that he's missed you.

long eyelashes flutter against your shoulder as he closes his eyes, hands starting to roam down your waist and grope their way to your hips where they finally settle.

"i missed you." rin admits, albeit to his own surprise - and it seems like yours, too, if the way your fingers flex on his knee is anything to go by. he noses at your neck and feels his shoulders finally loosen up. "missed this, i mean."

you shift in your seat slightly, back pressing against the firm planes of his chest even further, until you can nearly feel the steady thumping of his heart.

"me too." you say softly, one hand slipping to rest on his bicep instead while the other guides his other arm to wrap around your chest again. you squeeze it tight and turn your head to get a better look of rin's face. "it's not as fun without you anymore, yanno?"

rin must sense your gaze on him, cause as soon as you're done speaking, his head lifts from it's spot on your shoulder and turquoise eyes lock with yours. a small smile breaks across your face as you reach a hand up, pushing back the bangs that already start to stick to his forehead.

"you're telling me i'm fun?" the ravenette mumbles, corners of his lips pulling upwards when you go to mess with his hair.

your chest squeezes with adoration upon the sight - handsome, refined features on show, paired with the dearest look anyone could ever grace you with. sheepishly, you nuzzle your face against rin's neck and nod. "well- sometimes." you murmur and feel his throat vibrate with a laugh.

"took you long enough t' admit." rin snickers, straightening his legs a tad more as he leans back, until the water reaches shy past your collarbones. "you wanna tell me something else while we're at it, baby?" he taunts, head tipping down just slightly to steal a look at your face, still snugly fit in the crook between his neck and shoulder.

"mmhm, i just might." you hum, "i love you, dummy," you sigh, holding back an amused smile as you push yourself up. sitting up straight, you look back over your shoulder just in time to spot the very sight you've longed after for the past few days - teal eyes just barely hooded yet sparkling with so much affection, and a content smile to pair with.

you watch silently as rin rolls his shoulders back, arms moving to rest over the edge of the tub. it's been a little while since you've last seen his body this relaxed, lean muscles all loosened up and frame seemingly even more broad now as he rests.

"i love you, too," the man replies, feeling his smile widen upon noticing your lips curl up in a grin of your own as well. perhaps it's just these silly essential oils you've loaded the bath water with, or maybe it's the temperature and steam in general, cause there's a giddy feeling gnawing away at his chest and a loop pulling at his heart that makes it just a tad harder to breathe properly.

(it's the same sensation that only ever creeps up on him when he looks at you. love, rin thinks. he can voice it out all he wants, bare his heart for you countless times - but he's never getting used to how dizzy it makes him, searing hot in his veins and cotton-like in his head.)

a sense of serenity swirls around the room and mixes with the delicate lavender as silence falls over the both of you, other than the gentle fizz of bubbles and flicker of the candle. you hold rin's gaze as he breathes, chest in a steady rise and fall until he opens his mouth to speak - and you're surprised he's only ever asking for it now.

"wash my hair, please?" rin speaks - quietly and meekly so, as if you ever denied him the thing - and you roll your eyes, hand already reaching towards the stand to fetch the shampoo bottle as you smile, feeling so lovesick your chest hollows.

"thought you'd never ask."

#୨୧ 𝑁𝑂 𝐿𝑈𝐾𝐸𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑀 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 #✧.* zaria writes #thank you for requesting luv !! & for your kind words as well < 3 #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #rin x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock x you #bllk x you #itoshi rin x you #rin itoshi x you #blue lock imagines #itoshi rin #blue lock

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chu-diaries · 4 months ago

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140 days of productivity: day 20/140

The day went by so fast! How many hours did we have today? I felt like I woke up, blinked, and suddenly it was 9 pm.

I worked and studied a lot today. I struggled with my scent and coconut wax suppliers — unfortunately the scent of one of my candles was discontinued and now I will have to find another similar scent. I also managed to practice yoga during the day and to do some household chores. It was a great start to the week. Even with a headache and tired eyes, I can't turn off work. I will probably go to sleep thinking about scents and candle jars.

💥: day 13/29

💧: 1,5 L

🏋🏻‍♀️: 🚫

🧘🏻‍♀️: yoga practice (1 h)

🕯️: studied a bunch of classes about packaging, shipping logistics and sales (2 h) + I started developing my catalog for souvenirs (6 h)

🪘: 🚫

🇰🇷: revision session (1 h)

📚: hp and the deathly hallows

🎧: lotto - exo

📺: 🚫

🛑: 🚫

💊: vitamin c, omega 3 and iron supplements

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wintervalewritersecond · 2 years ago

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witchy woman - rowan laslow

requested: yes! requests: open! hii can u make a rowan x witch fem!reader fic about him feelings inscure being her bf because the reader is a popular girl in nevermore. thanks before head!

A/N: i dont know a lot about witchcraft, so please let me know if i got anything wrong! i love rowan though, so i wanted to write it still :) thank you for requesting and i hope you like it <3

wordcount: 2,905 warnings: incorrect witch information, rowan doesn't go insane, insecure rowan </3, she/her pronouns, mean character, might be ooc, cursewords

When Rowan overhears some conversations and gossip, he gets insecure about your intentions.

You had said goodbye to Rowan, heading into the woods to clear your head and collect some small plants and other greens to use in your spell bottles. Sure, you could have gone to Jericho to try and find what you needed, but finding it in the woods was more fulfilling. You believed that being in the open air not only helps you to find yourself but also the ingredients that you need.

Rowan decided to stay in the Quad, working on some of his homework while waiting for you to return. It is still early, and some classes are still going as small groups of students walk through the Quad, sitting down to enjoy lunch or also do breakfast.

None of them sit with Rowan though.

Rowan has always been the outcast of outcasts. He didn't really excel in anything. Fencing wasn't his strongest suit, and though he did get good grades for other classes, but it wasn't like Bianca at Botany. No one really hung out with them, especially because they think he is going insane.

Word had spread about his mother that attended Nevermore years ago. Telekinesis had driven her insane as she destroyed her own dorm, luckily being stopped before she could do any more damage. But the word had already reached the others.

"Rowan!" You cheer, running up to the table he is sitting at.

He looks up from his laptop, a smile on his face.

You are unlike the others. Though you are extremely popular amongst the students and teachers, you never treated him any differently. Not in a bad way, that is. You had been paired up with him once for a project, and ever since then you never left his side. No matter how many times he insisted that it might have been better for you and your reputation if you just distanced yourself from him.

"You will not believe what I just found," you open your tote bag, pulling out a small fabric package.

In it are different flowers and other herbs, most of them unfamiliar to him. He has seen some of them before, but the names are hard to remember.

Even if he does not understand anything, he is still happy to see what you find. You can talk to him about any kind of spell or potion you made, and he will listen with all his attention. He would drop anything for you, just like you would do for him.

"Now I only need to buy some small bottles, candles, rosemary," you nod. "What are you working on, Rowan?"

"Nothing big," he awkwardly laughs. "Just some homework."

You smile at him, watching him as your head rests on your palms. He is so mesmerizing to you. The way his glasses slide off of his nose, the freckle underneath his eye, his face when he looks focused. You could go on for hours.

"I might join you," you pull the journal out of your bag, "I don't have too much homework left, but I will stay here. We can maybe even get some drinks at the Weathervane afterward?"

The journal is one of your prized possessions. It is filled with spells you have done or want to do, some important ingredients for spell jars, and sigils that have been drawn.

After making homework in the Quad, the two of you decide to just get some dinner before just hanging out in Rowan's dorm. He would often allow you to mix up all sorts of potions or try out new spells as he would watch or read.

Two hours had passed of the two of you just messing around, taking some small breaks in between to drink, eat, or kiss. A knock on the door before Xavier comes into the room, dressed in his workout clothing.

"Hey Rowan, hey Y/N."

You greet him back before closing your journal, placing everything in your bag before standing up.

"Hey, Xavier," you smile as you turn to Rowan. "I will see you tomorrow?"

Rowan nods with a big smile on his head, pushing his glasses back on his nose. You look at him for a second before taking hold of his cheek, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Good night, Rowan."

"Good night, my love."

Rowan is so head over heels for you. Even if you have been dating for close to a year, he often still can't believe that you are his girlfriend. He tends to get a little bit insecure, especially during the beginning of your relationship. He would think that you weren't serious when you said you liked him, or when you thought he was attractive. He had been told otherwise his entire life.

You were sitting next to him in class, your left hand on the table as Rowan scribbled some random shapes on it. He would often feel a bit nervous, and the drawing distracts him. Plus, it gives the two of you a reason to hold hands.

"Oh, Rowan," you suddenly remember. "I have to show a new kid around."

Not that you were looking forward to it too much. Normally, Enid would be the one to introduce everyone, but as she had classes longer than you today, you have been tasked with showing the new Nevermore student around. You were popular among the rest of the students, so Principal Weems found you the obvious choice.

"That's okay," Rowan smiles, still focused on the small scribbles on your hand. "I can wait for you in the Quad when you're done?"

"That would actually be perfect!"

The bell rings, a signal for you to go to the Principals office, and a signal for Rowan that his day has ended. A quick kiss on his cheek and a 'goodbye'.

Classes have ended for him, but that did not mean that he didn't have any plans. He asked Xavier to let him use his bike to go to Jericho so he could pick you up some small gifts. The boy would often buy you small presents; you could say it is his love language.

Though he wouldn't admit it, he keeps a list on his phone with all the things you ever said you liked, wanted, or needed. He would carefully pick some items to buy you, even if you insisted that he didn't need to spend any money on you. But he wanted to.

"Where is the rosemary?" He mumbles, a shopping basket in his hand which is already filled with different items.

Snacks and drinks, but also some objects that he has seen you use for spell jars. Cinnamon, matches, bay leaves, and a bouquet of roses. A smile is on his face just thinking about giving you everything.

Finally, the rosemary has been located. After paying for everything at the register, he puts it in his backpack before leaving for Uriah's Heap. It was the only place in Jericho that sold... strange items. He only needed some incense and thin candles, but it was the perfect place for it.

Once back at Nevermore, he packaged each and every little thing, making sure to put a little note in it as well. He always felt too nervous or scared to say things out loud, and a note was a perfect way for him to express how he was feeling. You never blamed him for it though, you love him exactly for how he is. He is deeply grateful for it; you have never pushed him out of his comfort zone, and instead helped guide him to what he wanted himself.

"And this is the Quad!" You smile.

"Wow," George laughs. "And everyone is some type of outcast?"

You nod, leading him around the Quad to walk past the different tables.

"There's werewolves, vampires, sirens," you count on your fingers. "We also have gorgons, faceless people, telekinesis, visions, spells. You name it, and Nevermore probably has it!"

The tall boy nods, leaning against one of the pillars as he looks down at you with a smile.

"And you?"

"Oh," you didn't expect him to ask that. "I do witchcraft. Spells, crystals, candles. All that stuff."

George hums, it's different than his power. He doesn't fully control it just yet, but from what he knows, he can control water. He had told you at the beginning of the tour, but never thought to ask you about what you did.

"Does everyone usually stay grouped together? Based on skills, I mean."

"Sometimes," you admit. "Bianca Barcley is one of the most popular girls. She is a Siren and most of her friends are as well. A few exceptions, including me and Yoko. Mostly, people stick together. There are some smaller groups with different powers, but it's not like the Normie schools. No nerds versus popular people."

He lets out a laugh.

"Good to know. I was actually popular at my old school," he grins. "Where do you fall? Popular, or not so much?"

He surely knows how to ask awkward questions.

"At Normie school? Not that much. But here it's a bit more to the popular side, I guess," you shrug. "I just try to get along with everyone. That's it."

George pushes himself off of the pillar, looking around the Quad again. Something about him feels off. It almost seems like he is looking around for prey. Someone to pick on.

"So, a popular girl then?"

Then, his eyes fall on one person in particular.

"I thought you said there were no nerds here at Nevermore," he snickers, sneakily pointing to something across of the Quad.

You frown, looking at where he was pointing. Through one of the gates walks Rowan, a goofy yet nervous smile on his face as he holds a small basket in his hands.

"Who layers a checkered button-up underneath a zip-up hoodie?"

If looks could kill, then George would have now been dead and buried. He should really watch what he is saying.

"And the glasses- He knows contacts exist, right?"

Rowan gets closer and closer, slowly picking up more from the one-sided conversation.

"George-"

"I know you are more of a popular kid here, but I didn't think Nevermore would stoop this low. I have seen the website, and I thought they only let special people in."

"George, I swear-"

Your tone gets a bit more aggressive every time you have to say his name. Rowan thickly swallows, looking from you to the taller guy. George, as you called him, might be right.

"I don't think studying for eight hours a day is a superpower. Makes you more of a freak-"

"Stop it, George. I'm serious."

Rowan is standing too close to you already, if he turned around now, it would only make him seem weirder. He taps your shoulder softly as your murderous gaze changes into a soft, loving one when you see him up close.

"Rowan!"

With an awkward smile he holds out the package to you, his hands shaking as he tries to avoid George's gaze.

"I uh- Is this a bad time? I have something-"

George suddenly stands behind you, hovering over you as he looks at Rowan, a smirk on his face. He is only a few centimeters taller than him, yet Rowan feels intimidated. It's not like he talked shit about the poor guy earlier.

"I don't think you should talk to her, man," he raises an eyebrow. "You don't seem like the type for a popular girl-"

Your face morphs back into a hateful one as you aggressively throw your elbow back into George's chest. He stumbles back, clutching his chest as he looks up at you with a shocked look on his face.

"What the fuck?!"

You grab his collar, pulling him down to you as you glare at him, your eyes almost on fire. The tables close to you look at you in shock. They have never seen you this aggressive.

"You better watch out," you grit your teeth. "Say one more word about Rowan, and I will make sure you leave here with more broken bones and curses than you can count."

The second you let go of his shirt, he stumbles to the ground. You turn back to Rowan, who is staring at the ground, now shaking more than before.

"Hey, are you okay?" you whisper, stepping closer to him before placing your hands on his upper arms. "Rowan, come on. Let's go."

The two of you walk away to your dorm, leaving behind a confused George and a surprised Quad. Xavier lets out a laugh as he walks past the guy on the floor.

"That was a bad move, man."

"I will make sure he has a horrible time at Nevermore," you groan, rummaging through your drawers to find ingredients for a new spell jar. "I am serious, Rowan, if he says one more word about you I will actually kill him."

You turn around to face your boyfriend, but he hasn't moved an inch. He still sits on the edge of your bed, staring at his hands as the small package is placed next to him. Your shoulders slump as you immediately place everything you were holding onto your desk, sitting down next to Rowan.

It is silent for a second before the boy finally speaks up.

"Do you think he was right?"

You turn your head to face him, your eyebrows creased. His voice was shaking and his eyes are full of tears.

"Maybe he is," Rowan whispers to himself. "I-I... What if I am not really your type? George could be- He is taller and more popular-"

"Hey," you look at him, your heart sinking into your stomach. "Rowan, that is not true at all."

He slowly looks up at you, his lip trembling as he blinks to try to keep the tears at bay. What if George was right?

"You are the most loving, the most caring, the most beautiful, and the most perfect person I have ever met," you smile. "You are the only one that I ever want to spend my life with. I don't want anyone like that asshole."

You press a kiss on his forehead before wiping away some of his stray tears.

"I want a boy with telekinesis who just so happens to look extremely good. Especially with glasses."

A small laugh escapes his lips as he nods.

"Okay," he whispers, nodding before looking at you. "I love you."

You pull him close, pressing a soft kiss on his neck before running your hands up and down his back.

"I love you too, Rowan."

He slowly untangles himself from your grip before placing the small package on your lap. The insecurity had gotten to him, totally forgetting that he was going to give you the gift.

"I uh- I got it for you," he sniffles, though a smile is on his face. "I knew you wouldn't have any time to go to Jericho this week, so..."

Your eyes grow big as you slowly unpack the items.

"What?" You exclaim excitedly, gasping as you look up at your boyfriend. "Rowan, I can't believe this!"

You jump up with the small basket in your hands. Everything you were planning to get, was now in your hands. Small bottles, candles, incense, even roses! You retrieve the small note which sits at the bottom. Rowan would often write you notes or letters, and you kept each and every one of them. Some of them were stuck in your journal, others were placed on the whiteboard in your room, and there were even some you kept in your wallet.

"I have the best boyfriend ever!"

After trying out some new spells, you had finally fallen asleep. The incense had to wait for later; you knew Rowan was quite sensitive to it. You didn't want to risk anything happening to him.

It was time for breakfast, which means that most of the Nevermore students collect in the Quad. A knock on the door catches your attention and as you open it, you are faced with a smiling Rowan. He would pick you up from your dorm so you could get breakfast together in the mornings.

"Good morning," you give him a kiss before fixing his tie.

"Good morning," he replies before taking your hand.

After a long talk yesterday, he finally felt a bit more relieved. You assured him that he had no reason to be insecure, but that you did understand him. You aren't going to laugh at him for being insecure, not at all.

Rowan and you sat down with Xavier and you couldn't help but let out a laugh. Next to the fountain sat George, all on his own.

"So much for being a popular kid, huh," you giggle as Rowan looks over.

"Watch this," he whispers back, quickly moving his hand.

The movement makes George fly off of the bench and into the water. Your hand flies to your mouth as you try to hide your laughing, letting your head fall onto Rowan's shoulder, hearing George scream in the background.

And though Rowan does sometimes feel insecure, he does have something he can hold onto. Your hands, your words, your reassurance. You are his as he is yours. Besides, if anyone else ever talked bad about him, you were quick to react. Be it by a spell, or by your fist.

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https-witch · 6 months ago

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More Actually Simple Witch Tips! 🎐

🫙Shop for products in sustainable packaging that you can reuse for witchcraft like spaghetti sauce in glass jars. They're not more expensive, I swear!

🌿Oven dry or air dry fresh herbs & fruits that might go bad or just chop them finely to use in a spell.

🕯️Melt the bottom of you candles when it doesn't stay lit anymore & pour in a smaller container (post coming up on how to do so!)

🃏Keep cards by your bed to pick a few everyday. This will help you learn & also know what your day will be like!

The goal with these is to make things as affordable, cheap & doable without going out too much. Hope it helps 🎉☁️⛅

Tip me if you want idk

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ghostbeam · 1 year ago

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Hewwo :3c

For ur ask game gojo and moonlight 🌙✨

-yours spookily, mint <3

My beloved mint happy (late) Halloween I hope u like thissss<333

Gojo satoru + moonlight

Words: 400

“Just a little bit further.” He tells you, pulling you through the lines of trees, the only form of light being Satoru’s phone flashlight and the moon above you.

“We’re gonna get lost.” You point out, “and I’m cold.”

He stops, turning back to look at you. He slides his coat from his shoulders and legs you climb in, the thing completely engulfing you.

“I promise we’re close. I remember that tree.” He tells you, taking your hand again and leading you once more.

“Oh, you remember that tree?” You scoff. “What about that one over there? Or how about this twig on the ground?”

“Have I ever gotten us lost before?” He asks, looking at you over his shoulder.

“Yes.” You glare.

“Name one time.”

“I can name like five!” Staring at the ground as you walk, you don’t notice when Satoru has stopped in front of you, causing you to bump into his back. He doesn’t move an inch, just reaches behind to pull you around to the front of him. With his arms around you, he shows you the scene in front of the two of you. There, in a small clearing of trees sits an extremely bright halloween themed blanket covered in various picnic foods and electric candles.

“I actually thought you were gonna bring me out here to scare me, or force me to do a ouija board, or meet the Blair Witch.” You tell him, still shocked at the kind display.

“Well, the night is young.” He shrugs. You swat at his chest with the back of your hand and move forward to sit on the blanket.

“Oh! These are my favorite!” You gasp, picking up the packages of candy sitting in a pile. You unwrap it and place it in your mouth, looking over the rest of the spread. Realization hits you, “oh, these are all my favorites.”

“I know I haven’t been around as much as I used to be.” He says, fiddling with your discarded candy wrapper. “And you’ve been talking about this full moon all month. I wanted to do this for you.”

His vulnerability shocks you. It’s not that it’s uncommon for him, but the admittance without jest is a little jarring. You don’t care that he’s been gone more often. You know he has a responsibility. He still comes home to you.

You reach up and brush your fingers against his forehead, moving his hair from his eyes, “thank you.”

The faux candlelight bathes him in a warm glow, from the the tops of his criss-crossed thighs to the line of his jaw, but you’re all moonlight.

#sorry for making gojo lure u into the woods he just wanted to surprise u🫶#sorry this is late!!!!!#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #ghost.writes #ghost.drabble #ghost’s halloween drabbles!

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literateowl · 2 months ago

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R 😭 I did it!! I am an ABSENTEE voter so I get no sticker. Thus I took a picture of the ballot drop off sign for you.

My request, if you choose to accept it, is: Paul, TK & Carlos go to Ikea to shop for a housewarming gift for Marjan 🎁

Paul & Carlos are a little overwhelmed, but TK knows EXACTLY what to get her…

Hiii Lemon thank you for voting! I hope you love the ficlet and it brings you joy 💜

“I can’t believe you’ve both only been here once before,” TK says and pokes Carlos’s side as they walk into the store. “And you were a kid.”

“Yep, just when my sisters first moved out.”

“I only needed a lot of stuff when I moved down here. Everything else I can get at Target,” Paul says. “Which would be perfectly fine to shop at now by the way.”

“Ikea is an experience though.” TK gestures with open hands as the sliding door parts for him. “Do we want food now or after?”

“After. And we only need like two things for Marj.”

“So we’ll find her the best things,”

Paul gets a cart and they spread out throughout the marketplace. Carlos sticks pretty close to TK because this store seems a little crazy.

Paul waves them over eventually and points at some food storage jars with a geometric looking design. “Do you think she’d like these?”

“She probably would, there’s gotta be something more fun around here though.”

“Where? This place is a maze.”

“Let’s skip the rest of the kitchen stuff,” TK suggests.

“This place is too much when you don’t know what you want,” Paul complains. Carlos nods in agreement.

Carlos and Paul look through the packages of throw pillow covers. “What about this floral one?”

Paul shakes his head and goes back to looking while Carlos gives up. They’ll never find a house warming gift for Marjan’s new place at this rate.

Carlos spins around the store scanning for his husband. “Do you see TK? Did we lose him?”

“There’s only one way through the place,” Paul reminds him. “We’ll catch up eventually.”

Carlos sighs, of course TK would insist they come to Ikea, which Carlos has basically never been to before and finds very overwhelming, and then get lost almost immediately.

“I don’t know, man. All of the stuff here is good but nothing screams ‘Marjan’ yet, you know?” Paul complains.

“Also this place is huge,” Carlos agrees.

They don’t catch up to TK until they’re almost at the exit, he and the now full shopping cart are nearly concealed by the palm leaves and thick ferns in the plant aisles.

TK grins at them. “I found the perfect things. Look at these plant pots, so she can grow more herbs or something.” He gestures to the four light green and pink pots that he’s picked out.

“I also found some drawer dividers for us and a pomegranate candle, babe.”

“And stuffed animals?” Carlos asks.

“The octopus is for Jonah to go with the shark we sent him for his birthday last month. And the little bee is for Charlie. Isn’t it adorable?”

“Yeah, good job, man. Are we done here?” Paul asks anxiously.

“Sure, let’s check out and then go up to the restaurant. You can’t come to Ikea and not get Swedish meatballs or something with lingonberries.”

Carlos frowns. “What the heck is a lingonberry?

#r's election day show and tell #ficlet #tk strand #carlos reyes #paul strickland #I'm sorry it took so long to finish 😭#my real job had mucho work to do this week and it was exhausting #if you see typos or inconsistencies no you didn't #i typed some of this on my phone at work

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archer-kacey · 9 months ago

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Homewarming Analysis: Eddie

There are LARGE sections of info in the latest Welcome Home update, but none as strikingly out of place as the last clip in the compilation on awayfrompryingeyes. And what a coincidence! I like discussing puppet trauma.

First thing to note- Poppy is noticeably just gone from the Homewarming celebration. This is especially weird seeing as she was still included by name in the Cookbook, appeared in one of the technical difficulty segments, and was also on Eddie's delivery list for Homewarming. Hell, the narrator of the holiday special insists that everyone had joined in for the festivities.

Yet nobody else seems to notice her absence. More on this later.

In between the other commercials, there are several live-action instances of Eddie showing frustration at the fact that nobody has contacted him all day, and that there are no packages to be delivered.

At the beginning of the holiday special, Sally explains to him pretty breezily that everyone helped out with deliveries so Eddie wouldn't have to do it, meaning he has the day off for Homewarming.

I do think the Neighbors had all the best intentions by trying to surprise him, but unintentionally crafted a pretty perfect hell for Eddie.

There are some recurring themes in Eddie's "about" section- overall forgetfulness, his dedication to his job and by extension his reliability in that regard, the fact that he's often up and about (usually around the Neighbors), and that he works hard.

So not being contacted, not having anything to do for most of the day, and not even seeing anyone walking by outside VERY understandably drives him crazy! And for someone with memory issues already, having a huge disruption like that in an otherwise pretty standard routine has got to be not only jarring, but downright scary as well!

After Sally brings him in for Homewarming and he gets settled in, the narrator insists that Eddie was indeed happy like the rest of the cast. We quickly see this isn't the case. Instead, he seems to be having some kind of derealization, which is shown via live-action shots spliced in with the normal 2D animation.

While Eddie is in crisis, Home is the only other character in frame. Everything else is either extremely dark, or a random sequence of shots. Home stares down at him the whole time, and the whole time Eddie is incredibly aware of this.

There are quite a few abstract shots that either come off as something burning or melting- an ornament dripping yellow liquid onto the floor, a red screen with subtle changes in the lighting and shadows, a live-action shot in a red-lit room with a moving shadow, Eddie sweating profusely (possibly crying), and an actual candle burning and melting.

I don't think the derealization scene is meant to only encompass one thing. Eddie is becoming aware of his surroundings and realizing that the world he lives in isn't exactly real, and Home is scaring the shit out of him. But I don't see a lot of people touching on the fact that this could represent burnout as well.

Eddie is often held up on a pedestal as the hardest working neighbor, the one who likes to help problem solve and the one who physically takes on heavy loads. It was shown between commercials that when he's not fulfilling his normal duties, he literally doesn't know what to do with himself. His passion for his job and his fellow Neighbors is a strength, but if he's been inadvertently neglecting himself, then he's pretty susceptible, maybe even blind, to the fact that he's burnt out. And unfortunately, I think burnout is hitting him in tandem with other things. Home seems to be fully aware of the fact that Eddie is starting to crack, and judging by that stare, I don't think it's going to be handing out mental health services any time soon.

Eddie starts to come back (albeit in a bit of a confused haze), and there are only two characters in front of him- Sally and Frank.

Their two opening lines in the conversation really summarize the difference in their awareness to Eddie's distress.

Frank immediately opens with "this bitch told me you've been doing too much, what's that about?" and Sally responds with "yeah it's not easy being the hottest bitch in town </3"

Okay, maybe not exactly that. You get my point- Frank is immediately sus, Sally isn't.

It isn't until after Sally leaves that Frank tries to get through to him more insistently, and after some coaxing, Eddie seems to start coming back with more clarity of his surroundings.

Also noteworthy that despite still being a little out of it, he can see Frank pretty clearly when he leans down.

Now, the logical part of me says that he's closer with Frank than the others, therefore he might act as sort of an "anchor" when his mental state starts spiraling.

The sappy part of me says that Eddie tends to remember things he's passionate about better. AKA his job, AKA Frank.

Anyway, I mentioned Poppy earlier, and there was a point to that.

We've seen how Eddie's memory can be dodgy at times. He was already in crisis when he arrived to Homewarming, and then he immediately had to go home.

And again, let's not forget that Poppy was cited to have been at Homewarming, and by all other accounts seems to have been included to some degree, even if not front and center.

Maybe she was actually there.

Maybe Eddie just forgot.

#either that or poppy's dead both are plausible tbh #welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show #eddie dear #archer writes

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futureplayboibunnie · 2 years ago

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‘Ravenous’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

- i love the idea of domestic Stephen but this one has an obvious smutty twist. this one is one of my most fkn dirty and filthy so be warned sluts <333

- BRO IS SO FINE HOW IS HE REAL.

Your mind was doing backflips and your heart was nestled in your throat with every moment that passed since Stephen asked you out for dinner. It only took him 8 months to finally have the balls to ask for a clandestine meeting. You were happy go lucky for the entire day, thoughts constantly straying to Stephen when you should be focusing on getting rid of potential threats but you were so damn giddy over this man and it made your chest cave and your thighs squeze together. You were subconsciously chewing on your lower lip and the mere thought of him and in all honesty you were acting like a teenage girl getting asked for homecoming.

Stephen was never really known for letting his guard down, he was all hubris and hard features, never letting anyone get close and a massive misunderstanding of relationships. He couldn't remember the last time he wanted someone else this bad, but he did. He wanted you. You teased out a lightness, an ease that he never let himself experience and it just felt right to spoil and lavish you. You were funny, sexy, smart, seductive: the whole package that he wanted to unwrap like an impatient kid at Christmas. It was extruciatingly painful to sit and twiddle his thumbs but Stephen wanted to take his time with this, even though he wanted to pounce on you and fuck you until mornings end. He was feigning his desire for you but he wanted to impress you so bad, it was as if his testosterone was being exposed tenfold. It was instinct.

He ushered everyone out of the Sanctum, no rhyme or reason when telling all the other sorcerers and Wong was too tired to argue with him. Now it could be just you and him alone, in the warmth of each others company.

He wasn't really much of a cook but he was willing to try. Stephen was given a duck by Tony, he said it was a sure shot way of impressing any woman but he wasn't sure. He didn't even know how to get started with a fucking duck, though he did know how to work with some spices- saffron was a class of it's own.

It was getting dark and you would be here in a few hours. Stephen wasn't really much of a romantic, darkness consumed all corners of his life and relationships were never on the cards for a guy like him but he found himself lighting candles in the kitchen. Stephen was a hardass and most individuals were intimidated and terrified of his authority and the sheer power he held, he would alienate himself but he let himself melt into you. He would be as bold to say he hated everyone else in the world but you. He really didn't know how you got him like this, how you got him to do this. Stephen began setting the stove and getting the stupid fucking duck in preparation for a honeyed glaze, he had no idea how any of this was going to turn out but he was letting it all slide through his fingertips, laid back in his ensemble. Whatever happens, happens; as long as you were in his company that's all that mattered.

Stephen was lost in all of these thoughts of you whilst the steam of pots and pans and the overwhelming scent of spices hovered in the air, when he heard the Sanctum door creak he was yanked out of his headspace.

Before he could get down to greet you, you were already here in the kitchen in front of him. Stephen looked up from his cutting of vegetables and caught your gaze.

He was ravenous at the sight of you.

You made even the most casual clothes mannequin like, so light on your steps as you sauntered over to him. Tight shirt, tight jeans; your body was fucking surreal. You threw your bag on the floor and got behind the kitchen island where he was. Stephen's eyes were fixed on you and every slight movement you made, it wasn't the pinnicle of safety since he had a knife in his hand. Seeing Stephen in casual clothes will always be jarring to you, you've known him as the most powerful sorcerer of all time for so long and not just human like the rest of us.

‘’You're…early.’’ Stephen's face brightened in surprise.

‘’I wanted to help you.’’ You half smiled obviously being sincere but he so graciously caught that wicked gleam in your eye. ‘’God knows what you're doing with...a duck?’’ You laughed when your eyes wandered to it.

Stephen laughed and it was such a freeing thing to see, him all warmed up and letting lose for once.

‘’Don't ask.’’ He chuckled but he couldn't tear his eyes away from you as you inspected the spices he was planning on using.

You on the other hand were trying to kill time, you wanted him so badly and you couldn't help it. You weren't in the mood for food, you weren't in the mood to cook. You've been trying to quell the ache between your thighs the entire afternoon, you thighs were tingling at the thought of him doing the things you only ever wanted in your deep rooted fantasies. You wanted his hands on you, you wanted him to fuck you so hard you could feel him for weeks after.

‘’Where's your wine?’’ You turned your head and asked softly, eyes meeting with his when your pupils darted from them to his lips. It really wasn't helpful not looking at what he was doing, the knife in his hand cutting up vegetables could slip at any moment and cut his finger clean off; but you were a beacon he was drawn to.

‘’Red or white?’’ The tension between you two was heating up already, long lingering stares and dense air.

‘’Red.’’

‘’Cabinet behind you.’’ Stephen smirked as he gazed down at you, finally turning to the task at hand when you grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle of Merlot. You poured it out into the glasses and brought one to him. He muttered a soft 'thank you' before taking a few sips and sitting the glass right down to get these fucking vegetables done.

The sizzle of the pots and pans were the only thing that could be heard in the delicious pining silence. Your twisted mind was coming up with ways to tease him, you felt so evil. Your eyes were boring into his skull but he was just keeping to himself.

You put your hair up in a ponytail and Stephen was intoxicated with the scent of your shampoo

‘’Excuse me.’’ You said sweetly. You finally made a move and contorted your body around him, slowly brushing his hands to get something from one of the draws. Teasing fingertips slowly being registered by him.

Stephen was trying to conceal his smirks and exhaled breaths but he couldn't help letting a few slip out.

He knew what you were doing.

‘’Sorry.’’ You bit your lip as you bent down to look in one of the cupboards beneath the kitchen counters, fingers briskly brushing the small of his back. Stephen was reigning it all in even though he didn't want to.

Your movements were slow and so deliberate. He had to stop himself momentarily to just revel in your tease, his tongue flicked his front teeth to stop his scoffs from escaping.

‘’Mind if I..?’’Your voice was breathy and honeyed, you were attempting to bend across from him but this was the straw that broke the camels back. Stephen caught onto your wrist with his free hand and tugged you into him, you let out a small gasp when you realised how close you were to him. He stared down at you.

‘’I know what you're doing.’’ Stephen said deadpan and serious as usual.

Although before you could respond, he let you go and turned back to face the counter and continue chopping the vegetables: he was onto onions now. You were surprised with his lack of reaction and the way he had an impossible amound of self control. Going about his business as if you haven't been discreetly feeling him through his clothes.

‘’If you want me you can just ask.’’ Stephen's voice was gruff and husky and almost reassuring. Fucking hell, he was hot and so goddamn cocky. He knew you wanted him this bad and to add salt into the wound he was acting so casual about it, as if none of this has been eating you up all day.

Your mouth couldn't even come up with a reply, you just brushed your hand on the skin of his arm. Stephen let go of the knife in his hand and let his eyes dart from where your hand was to your face. He finally turned to face you.

‘’You hungry?’’

‘’Ravenous.’’ You whispered, eyes full of desperation and obviously not in concern with actual food. Stephen took your face in his hands and cradled it, bringing you closer to him in the process. Too close.

‘’Then tell me you want me.’’ He muttered, eyes completely fixated on your parted lips, slow sensual breath filling the air around you. It was happening so fast and it felt so insanely right.

You were as stubborn as he was, you weren't willing to tell him you wanted him this bad. You couldn't risk your dignity for him becasue you knew he would use it against you. Your silence told a thousand words. Stephen was slowly closing the space between you now.

‘’Come on...tell me you want me and I'll give you what you need.’’ He was full of obnoxious hubris and you were sure you were about to break with how much you wanted him to take you.

You still didn't respond.

‘’You know I can make you cum without touching you...you want me to touch you or not?’’

You stifled an exhale but you still weren't willing to say anything.

He let go of you and ultimately left you aching for more. Shit. Fuck.No.

‘’What..’’' You said meekly, trying to find the words to describe the gaping hole he was leaving.

‘’I'll make you dinner then I'll make you cum.’’ Stephen wasn't even looking at you, he was just picking out the spices he was going to use.

Your mouth popped open slightly at his vulgar words, you couldn't possibly wait that long.

‘’No!'’You immediately grabbed his face to look at him again. Stephen smirked at your reaction, so compliant when he made you wait for something you couldn't have at your beck and call.

‘’I want you now...Right now...’’ Your lips travelled to the space under his ear so you could whisper into it ‘’… I want you to fuck me so hard I feel you for weeks.’’ You kissed the skin of his neck as your fingers ran hungrily in his hair.

Dear Lord, you reeked of desperation and he was more than willing to give it to you.

Your lips collided with his like a smattering of fireworks, Stephen's hands wrapped tightly around your waist- your kiss was magnificent, the laziness is what made it all the more hotter, the neediness surpassing the need to have any finesse. Tongues feeling tongues and teeth clashing against teeth. It was a design for roughness. His fingers wrapped in your ponytail and tugged, messing it up to mimick the kiss. He'd been wanting to do that since you put it up. Your moan really did it in for him. He bent down and grabbed the backs of your thighs and you immediately wrapped your legs around the small of his back- lips still connected.

Stephen needed you in his room, he needed you in his bed. Sprawled out and defenseless. He marched you to his room and threw you on the edge of the bed, him still standing over you with his mouth devouring yours. Your fingers went to his belt buckle and popped open the first button be he gripped your hands.

‘’No, no, no. None of that.’’ He tutted at you as if you were a child. Stephen's hands immediately went to your shirt and ripped it open with the bare might of his hands, you couldn't contain your gasp when your tits fell free. Stephen gripped onto your ponytail and let the hairtie flow out of your hair harshly. Your mouth was pried open in surprise as he discarded his tee. He was right: your body was fucking surreal, he couldn't wait to grab at your ass, the way you kept swaying it in his peripheral was a mindfuck but you always were a cocktease.

He pushed you down and a yelp let loose, his massive body hovering over you as his lips met the curve of your neck, Stephen's fingers met with the button and zip of your jeans and underwear in a quick swift move he tugged them down. Your hair was casting a halo like effect in your manufacture.

‘’Ruin me Stephen. Make me make a mess for you.’’ You panted, your plea was almost a harmony, a song that he couldn't stop listening to. Fuck you were beautiful.

Stephen's hands perched around your neck, squeezing tightly but not enough to cut off your airways. Your guileless eyes looked into his darkened ones, face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath heat your cheeks. Your mouth was open to let out the silent gasps and your eyebrows were tensed in need, your knees were buckling as he settled between your thighs.

‘’Baby you're too good for me...I've always wanted to have this much fun with you.’’ He bit his lip and gave you a slight grin before devouring your mouth and nibbling your lips. All you could do was moan in response.

Stephen discarded of his jeans and all remaining clothing and all you could feel was how hard he was against your thigh. Sweet Lord above, you could quite literally feel it pulsate. This was like the sweetest dream even your deepest fantasies couldn't conjure. He was getting way too exicted for his own good, he left dark bites all over your neck and jaw. He wanted to leave his print on you to let everyone know that you were his, when you wrapped your legs around him Stephen thought he was about to lose his mind.

Your fingers gripped at his roots while his cock was smothering your pussy. He couldn't handle how wet you were. It was almost too generous.

It was easy to push himself inside of you but you had never had anyone as big as him before, the stretch of him hurt and he didn't give you time to adjust when he began setting the brutal pace. There was a war between the sound of your wetness, skin slapping against skin and your impossibly loud moans.

‘’That hurt?’’Stephen grunted as his eyes remained fixed on that perfect face of yours.

‘’ Mhm.’’ You stifled.

‘’Good.’’ Stephen rutted into you faster when his hands gripped onto the skin of your waist.

‘’Stephen. Right there...exactly there...Fuck.’’ You blasphemed and he swallowed your words with his lips.

‘’I'll stuff you so full you'll be leaking with my cum for days.’’ Stephen gritted with his teeth clenched, you could practically hear the bones crunching together in his jaw. It was a promise and you were sure he would fulfill.

You couldn't respond, your mind was warped in the pleasure of him aching inside of you. Stephen was revelling in the sight of watching his cock disappear and appear in and out of you, greedily taking his cock as if it was all yours to have. Well...it was now. Your pussy was like heroin to him.

‘’Stephen!’’ You called out his name in a perpetual whine, you didn't know what you were begging for but it was something.

"Cum on me...you deserve it.’’

The image of you at the edge and begging for that final push from him was making him lose it. He could feel himself twitch inside of you but when he saw your chest cave and the immediate feeling of wetness gush onto his cock, he beamed at the fact he made you finish that swiftly. A groan ripped out of him and that's when he knew he was about to empty himself too. He was right: you were leaking.

Sweat fell from his brow. Your eyes widened. And all he wanted to do when he rolled off of you was to do it again. He wanted to go all night with you. Stephen has never been this aroused before, he was sure you were a siren of sorts. You were both staring at the bleak ceiling trying to catch your breath.

‘’I think.. you broke me.’’ You breathed, your lungs still heaving with a mind of their own and your heart rate still rapid.

'I wonder how.' He retorted sarcastically.

‘’I can still feel you...fuck I can still feel you inside me.’’ You whined.

‘’Well, isn't that going to be difficult to ignore during your meetings.’’

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please lmk what u think hotties! x <33

#dr stephen strange #dr strange angst #dr strange fluff #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x y/n #stephen strange smut #dr strange smut #stephen strange

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panda-of-the-trash · 1 year ago

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Drabble 2: curiosity

It was early in the castle, very early. The halls basically abandoned aside from a few guards patrolling or kitchen staff waking up to make breakfast. The big heavy curtains in the halls were still draped over the windows, making sure no light or cold could seep in. Most doors were still closed and except for some snoring, it was eerily quiet.

Save for the quiet pitter patter of little feet.

Save for the little wobbling of a certain little inhabitant.

Even though the castle halls were nearly pitch black, the only traces of light being found in the dimly lit blue candles, the little princess wasn’t deterred. In fact she made her way around like she could see everything, which she could thanks to her dadda.

She walked wobbly but very determined to a big heavy door, slowly pushed it open and looked at her first challenge, the stairs.

She didn’t like stairs, they were big and she always had to sit down on her butt and go down that way. And it made her diaper so very itchy!

A big frown appeared on her concentrated face and within a flash she was down 6 floors.

Quickly recovering from the sudden teleport, she slowly resumed her journey.

Passing guards smiled as she passed them and gave her a little bow. So very polite they were, she liked that.

After passing some kitchen staff and rounding a few corners she finally arrived to her first destination, the kitchens.

She slowly pushed the swinging kitchen door open and waddled to where her coveted price was. In a rather clumsy way, she started climbing up the kitchen cabinets, putting her hands and feet on the handles.

When it became clear she’d never get on the counter that way, she flexed her little back muscles and out came her small tentacles that helped her climb the rest of the way.

There she finally saw at least one of her targets. The chocolate bars. Happily she waddled over to it and grabbed a milk chocolate one and a dark chocolate one in her tiny hands.

Granted they were the size of her face, she still held on to them tightly and began looking for her second target.

Luckily she didn’t have to look far as it was on the same counter. With love in her eyes she slowly stumbled over to the glass jar filled with golden brown cookies with little pieces of chocolate in them. So big, so ommy nommy!

She slowly grabbed it, but it was so heavy and it caused her to drop the chocolate bars!

With a big pout she sat down on the counter, crossing her little arms.

A big shadow fell over her and she looked up in curiosity. It was uncle Horror!

“Hello princess, yer looking for treats?” He smiled at her. He was always so nice to her.

She nodded, pointing at the bars and the cookie jar. Horror chuckled softly. “Too big eh? I’ll help ya get em upstairs.”

She gave him a big smile, half of her teeth still missing. They were coming though! Papa said she would grow into a big girl and it made his eyes all shiny and wet.

Horror gently picked her up, along with the bars and cookie jar and began walking back upstairs. On their way there they got a lot of curious stares and smiles, cooing at the little princess.

She gave them all wide eyed looks back, so curious as well about the big big world around her. Annoyingly her hair kept falling in front of her face, making it so she couldn’t see anything! Luckily uncle Horror adjusted the bow that held her hair back for her.

Once upstairs Horror knocked gently at the door which behind her papa and dadda slept. She excitedly kicked her feet.

Still half asleep, Nightmare opened the door and raised a brown, blank stare melting into a gentle smile when he saw exactly who Horror was holding. “Got a package for ya boss.

“Mhh I can certainly see that. Thank you Horror.” Tentacles longer than her own picked up the cookie jar and chocolate bars while his big hands gently cradled her.

Horror bowed and started walking back to the kitchens. Nightmare closed the door and walked over to the bed where his currently very pregnant husband was waking up.

“Mhh? Whas happening?”

Nightmare smiled, sitting down with their little starling in his arms. “Seems our princess got something for us.”

When Cross woke up a bit more and noticed the chocolate bars and cookie jar he gave a soft chuckle. “Oh Incubux, pumpkin, you got dadda and papa some chocolate?”

Crawling over to him she gave a big happy nod. “Ommy nommy!”

Cross chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Ommy nommy.” He agreed.

#panya writes crossmare #crossmare #crightmoss #nightcross #incubux #this was so selfindulging

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dark-ambition · 4 months ago

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@out-of-heaven-and-hell

Pentious was not expecting to detect a scent such as this while on his afternoon shopping. He had barely even sensed anything out of the ordinary at first as he made his way across the creaking wooden floors of the apothecary, past the plastic of finely packaged medicinal herbs and tea leaves, past the jars containing severed eyeballs and newt’s tongues that were advertised as consumable sleep aids and pain relievers, the smell and scents of freshly lit candles, freshly made tea and coffee with fresh baked bread filling the air. The dark walls decorated with cobwebs and flickering candle lights led much to the atmosphere of the place, as did the glowing sigils that lined the walls, the strings of growing vines growing out from the cracks in the foundations that laid curled across surfaces, thorny and yet always shifting out of the way should Pentious reach for something close, as if enchanted to never prick a customer’s hand. There were shelves of noxious poisons, neurotoxins and caustic flesh eating agents, of preserved and pickled body parts of creatures of other rings said to clear up coughing or colds if ground into one’s morning coffee, of dried herbs and plants hanging from racks up over the ceiling, so many attractive draughts and tonics and tinctures within the shops that filled Pentious’s senses that he almost didn’t even notice it.

That was, until he flicked his tongue out, passing by a seemingly dark and empty section of the shopping area, supposedly made as part of a briefly closed cafe, and smelled something that made him stop in his tracks. The smell of webs, of a musty earth-like scent that reminded him of the wet rich soil of dirt just after it rained, of the kind of fresh dirt that clung thickly to one’s claws after it was freshly dug up, with just the faintest hints of spearmint, and old blood. It had his hood twitch up ever so slightly, and he is quick to turn his head back toward that patch of empty darkness, eyes narrowing, as he tries to peer deeper into it, to figure out what that source was.

#all of hell will learn to fear the serpent! (pentious ic)#out of heaven and hell

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midnightfire830 · 1 year ago

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I found an old little narrative blerp from my notes and I decided to make it a one-shot for my Royalty AU. I am in no way a writer. So don’t expect a whole lot. But I thought it would be fun to share how I see these characters interacting.

TW: Manipulation, Gaslighting (?)

Cuphead slowly crept around the kitchen as quietly as possible. His feet were careful to avoid tripping on any stray objects and boxes strewn across the ground. Shaky hands fingered through wooden bins and brown clay jars of food, each tightly packaged to keep any unwanted bugs and pests from getting to it. The dim light of his candle doing little to help him pick out the details of the dark pantry.

Eventually his eyes pick out a barrel of apples set in the far corner of the room. Around it were similar bins of other produce: potatoes, carrots, pears and some imported goods from other countries. He snatched an apple from the top of the barrel and grabbed a small loaf of bread off of one of the shelves as he slipped out the pantry door.

Hurrying to get back to bed before the guards realized he ever left, cup walked around the island towards the door clutching his candlestick and the food close to his chest. If cup’s memory served correctly, of which it oftentimes did, the guards on their nightly rounds should be just down the hallway, another set of guards several paces behind the first. The tricky part would be getting past those guards. Then he needs to cross the courtyard and climb the trell-

“Going somewhere?” A deep voice crooned behind him.

Cup let out a (very deep and very dignified) shriek, as he whirled around to meet the voice. With his harsh movements he began to fumble with the objects in his arms, barely managing to keep his candlestick upright while keeping a hand on his food at the same time.

It took a little time but eventually cup managed to not drop the candlestick, at the sacrifice of dropping his food. If someone later asked why he had a mild burn on his hand from the melted wax, well that was his business, thank you.

Once he had his candlestick under control, he slowly looked up to see Dice. The older man leaned against the doorway of one of the kitchen entrances, arms crossed, dark eyes glinting in the dim light, a sly smirk spread across his face, like a younger sibling that had just caught the older doing something wrong. (Which, let’s face it, what else is new?)

“Now, what’s a sickly, little prince like you doing here with stolen food after bedtime?” The man chuckled darkly and pushed off the door he was leaning against, sauntering around the island table that separated the two of them.

“I-I’m just here for a snack, Dice. I’m not bothering anyone,” Cup stuttered. His confidence quickly left him with each step that Dice took. The boy slowly shrinked in on himself as he tried to look anywhere but Dice’s preparatory gaze.

“Now, now, young Prince,” Dice tsked. “You and I both know that your physician put you on a very strict diet, yes? You can’t go aroudn going against doctor’s orders, now can you?” Dice’s heavy hand grabbed Cup’s shoulder in a tight, nearly bruising grip. A sly grin spread across the older man’s face. “Besides, what’s the point of eating if you can’t even keep it down in the first place? Why waste perfectly good food?” Cuphead frowned, offended.

Dice looked down at the fruit and bread now on the floor in disdain. “Well, you’ve wasted it now anyways,” he grumbled. Cup looked away from the ruined food in slight embarrassment. Dice DID have a point on that one. He did drop it. Maybe he could just make it up to Granny later for ruining her food? Maybe he could arrange a way to replace the old food? Or perhaps she’d prefer he find a new book to read to her? More knitting needles and yarn? Maybe he could knit her something new?

Before Cup could go down that rabbit hole Dice clapped him on the back and began to guide him out of the kitchen.. “Come, let’s get you back to bed, boy. All this excitement can’t be good for your poor health.” He didn’t even spare a glance at the food left on the ground when he responded with, “We’ll leave the food there. The staff will pick it back up in the morning, yes?” Cup silently nodded as he let Dice push him towards the door.

Barely even a step in and a loud voice echoed in the mostly empty room. “What’s with all the ruckus in here?!” Granny’s voice demanded. She must have been asleep before because she was dressed in a simple nightgown, brandishing her wooden cane and a half melted candlestick attached to a crudely fashioned iron grip for light. Cup felt a little pang of guilt when he realized that he must have woken her up.

Cuphead began to stutter through a response before Dice interrupted. “The Prince was just headed off to bed, Mrs. Gopher. We’ll be lea-“

“I wasn’t asking YOU.” The old woman interjected. Calmly she turned her expectant gaze to Cuphead who, at the moment, wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else. His guilt was slowly and thoroughly eating away at his stomach, and his mind whirled with dark thoughts.

Biting his lip and stuffing his hands in his pockets, Cuphead stammered out a response. “I j-just came down here for a snack. It-it was just some fruit and bread and I dropped it on the ground. I’m really sorry for sneaking out and taking the food without asking, Granny. I shouldn’t hav-“

“All you wanted was a snack?” Granny sighed, effectively cutting off Cup’s apology. She shuffled further into the kitchen, rolling back her sleeves and setting her candlestick down on the table. “You should have said so. I would have made you something.” She began to pull out some ingredients from the pantry and set them down on the table.

“N-now see here, Mrs. Gopher,” spluttered Dice as he walked around the island table to stop the older woman. “The head physician made it VERY clear tha-“ Dice cut himself off as a wooden spatula, from stars knows where, was suddenly shoved into his face. The old gopher woman glared at the taller man, her face twisted in a scowl.

“I don’t give a flying LEAP what you or that kook Oddswell says. If that boy is hungry, then dammit he’s allowed to get something to eat.” She barked with a stomp of her cane. “Stars knows he doesn’t get enough as it is. So, if he’s up to it, then I see nothing wrong with giving him something to snack on.” Dice’s eyes narrow in a challenging glare. The two stubbornly lock into a glare contest for a few moments before granny decidedly whipped her spatula to point at a startled Cuphead.

“Cuphead! I am putting it on the record that you are allowed, at any time, to take anything from the kitchen to snack on. If anyone says otherwise then they will have to talk with ME. Understood?”

Cuphead squeaked out a small “Yes, ma’am,” before Granny went back to work cutting up some fruit and plating in a small glass bowl.

“I’ll escort him to bed, Mr. Dice. You can leave now,” she dismissed, not even looking up from the fruit she was cutting up.

Dice looked like he very much wanted to both argue and strangle her while also looking remarkably baffled. Though he mostly achieved a very constipated expression. At some point he managed to steel himself, he smoothed out the front of his deep purple tunic and straightened out his ridiculous mustache. “Very well, Mrs. Gopher,” Dice grit between his teeth. “I’ll be going, then.” He gave a small strained bow to Cuphead and a polite nod to Granny before briskly walking out the kitchen entrance.

Now that Dice was gone the kitchen was plunged into silence, the only thing breaking it was the occasional chop of Granny’s knife and the sound of footsteps down the hallway.

While Cup appreciated Granny advocating for him, he couldn’t help but still feel guilty. He shouldn’t have assumed that just because he’s the prince that it’s ok to take food. It’s not his to begin with. How could he be so stupid? And dropping the food? Now Granny won’t be able to use it in the meals she and the cooks prepare! Maybe he should try to apologize to her? Make it up to her somehow? What do people normally do in these situations?

A glass being pushed into his vision knocked him out of that thought process. Granny offered up a glass of water and a bowl of cut fruit and slices of bread in his face. Her expression was softer than the one she had when Dice was in the room, this one was kind, understanding, and slightly worried.

Cup took a hold of the offered glass and bowl softly, taking a small sip of water and began to nibble on an apple slice as Granny worked on putting the leftover food back in the pantry.

They sat in comfortable silence as Cuphead watched Granny shuffle around the kitchen, tidying up little things, wiping down countertops and making sure food was secured away for the night. He did, of course, offer to help her, but that was quickly shot down and she demanded he sit and eat his food while she cleans up a bit. So. He huffed. And he sat. And he ate. Silently.

“Best not to let what he says get to you,” Granny’s voice suddenly rang across the room at some point. When Cuphead didn’t respond she looked up from what she was doing and their eyes met. Something akin to doubt must have been in his expression, because Granny put down what she was doing and hobbled over with a very serious expression. She leaned against the counter with a sigh. “I’m sorry that man treats you the way he does. He has absolutely no right to.”

Cuphead shrugged half-heartedly as he turned his attention to pushing his snack around inside the bowl. Anything to not look at Granny’s very serious expression. “It’s not that bad,” the prince muttered softly. “He’s just trying to look out for me. I get it.”

“What he’s doing is not looking out for you,” Granny softly argued. She idly ran her fingers along the head of her cane. Feeling the groves in the old wood. “He’s being a bully. Especially to you. Don’t let him take advantage of you.”

Cuphead only gave another half-hearted shrug as he shoved some fruit in his mouth, not wanting to talk on the subject anymore. Granny sighed, slightly disappointed, as she realized that the prince didn’t want to talk. She placed a small hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze as she went back to work.

Despite what you’d think for a woman of her age, Granny finished her tasks quickly and before Cup knew it, the pair was making their way through the grounds to the Prince’s room.

They were stopped a few times by some guards on occasion, mostly them asking what the prince was doing out at the time, why Granny was with them, that sort of thing. But generally Cuphead and Granny were left alone to travel to the Prince’s room.

Cuphead, as soon as he walked into his bedroom, set the bowl and glass on the nightstand by his bed, and climbed underneath the covers of his bed. Granny shuffled to sit in her usual rocking chair that sat in the corner of the room, right next to Cuphead’s bed.

She rooted through a large wicker basket Cup kept next to the rocking chair. In it held several balls of yarn of different colors and textures and extra knitting needles. He always kept some in his room for moments like these when she decided to stay in Cup’s room.

“Are you staying here tonight?” Cup asked as he finished off his snack and water and pulled up the covers to his chin.

“Just till you fall asleep,” Granny replied simply as she quickly settled on a ball of a light bluish-gray yarn, grabbed the extra needles, and began a new project. Something for her to work on absentmindedly.

“Thanks” Cuphead responded as he tried to shift to a much more comfortable position. Granny only hummed in response as she continued to work on her little project.

Cuphead fell asleep to the sound of the chair rocking, granny’s occasional singing, and the clack of knitting needles.

So ye. That’s all I have. Hope y’all like this lil’ thing. 👍

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