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aphroditestummyrolls · 4 years ago

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i wrote a fairytale au moment

my country has reached a terrifying level of disarray and i am scared. so i wrote some escapism (literally) for Joe and Nicky. i was even inspired by this to write a whole fairytale au fic!!! it is long-- like, my star wars fics level of long, and im very excited about it. it feels good to be excited about something lol.

Folks that wanted to be tagggged: @ilostmyothersock, @littlerosetrove, @antukini, @sunriseseance, and @polarcell <3333 i hope you enjoy it! let me know if you do.

His heart pounded in his chest, the nighttime’s dewy grass sending him slipping and sliding as he darted between the trees. He didn’t dare take his usual, well-trodden path. Not tonight— not if his father had sent anyone after him.

The gardener’s cottage was on the edge of the palace grounds, where the lush, even lawns, sculpted shrubs and elaborate floral displays gave way to the foothills of the mountains. The ancient groves of chestnut trees were wilder, monuments to the artistry of a natural, unpruned life. Silver blue moonlight shone on their trunks, guiding Yusuf’s frantic steps as he dove deeper into the woods. He had slipped out of his chamber window without a sound that night— just as he had many nights before. There were no guards stationed out this far. He’d left the last of them blissfully ignorant, back by the last of the rose trellises— he knew it, but the urgency of tonight was twisting him into knots. He had to be sure. He had to take all precautions.

He couldn’t live with himself if he accidentally exposed this secret.

Finally, the endless shadowy forest gave way to a familiar clearing. The iron fist clenched around his heart loosened some, and he heaved a deep breath he hadn’t known he was holding.

The cottage was small. The roof leaked when it stormed, and the front door had gone crooked with age, providing a gale-force draft that rattled the windows on windy nights. The stones used to build it were near as old as the trees around it, starting to crack after weathering centuries of snowy winters and sun-baked summers.

It was small, yes. But he knew that the bed was warm, that the verdant rows of growing vegetables smelled like earth and honey under the sun’s heat, and that he felt relaxed there. It felt more like a home than the Palace of Genoa, where he was all but trapped under the constant gaze of gossiping strangers. It was even more comforting than the silks and spices of home, across the sea where his family and his people ruled.

His father had told him that he was accompanying him to Genoa to discuss trade imports between their kingdoms. He had said that they were to spend the year solidifying their connections with the Genoese royal family, drawing up important contracts— it's time you learned a thing or two about compromise, Yusuf.

That was what he said.

Yusuf rapped desperately at the door, a ragged half a sob punching out of his throat when he realized that he was finally there, on the flagstone threshold of someplace warm and safe, and—

“What’s happened? Yusuf?” The door opened to the smoldering orange light of the hearth, the brightest lantern hastily lit by the sleep-ruffled man blinking owlishly at him. “You said it would be too dangerous to meet tonight, while you met with your father…”

Yusuf would have laughed at his sweet face, if he weren’t about to cry from relief.

“He means to marry me to her.” He said, shaping the words outside of his panicked head for the first time. They felt too loud in the quiet night, too starkly horrible against the pristine haven of the trees. “The Princess, she—“ Yusuf choked.

Only now did he notice how his hands trembled, the way his vision was going steadily blurrier— he blinked against the heat building behind his eyes. The summer night was cool, but not cold, yet he still shivered. He shivered until a work-rough hand took pity on him. Nicolo reached out and pulled Yusuf into him, like he had all those months ago, back when everything changed.

He pulled him through the threshold into the cottage, the floorboards creaking and the door swinging shut behind them as Yusuf spun around to immediately throw his arms around his love’s shoulders. The fog of sleep was gone when Nico’s pale eyes locked on his, suddenly and horribly awake. A hot tear broke ranks and burned a track down Yusuf’s cheek.

Nico made a sad little noise. It rumbled from somewhere deep in his chest, a hum and a moan, the quiet syllable of no hidden in behind his teeth— like mourning. He cradled Yusuf’s face, his thumb brushing the wetness away.

“When are you to be betrothed?” He asked, his voice hoarse, like the sentence had to be yanked out of him.

Yusuf just shook his head, the thought of it flipping his stomach. “They intend to announce the engagement by the end of the summer.”

Something broke behind Nicolò’s eyes, and Yusuf knew what he was thinking. They had barely a fortnight left. The arm around his waist squeezed tighter, pressing their chests flush.

He could feel their hearts, pounding in time with each other. Usually it was a comfort, but it was a ticking clock between the two of them now. Their moments together were numbered.

Nicolo shuffled them around after a few tender seconds— breathing each other’s air, stroking over each other’s backs, existing in shared space— and maneuvered Yusuf to sit on the edge of his bed. It was still warm, the covers rumpled.

“I’m sorry to wake you. I just… I had to see you.”

Nico shook his head, “No apologies, Tesoro.” He puttered around the room, stoking the fire from embers to flames before setting the kettle over the highest heat. He settled on his knees, knelt at Yusuf’s feet to study him face to face.

He brushed Yusuf’s tousled curls off his forehead, and gazed into his eyes. His love’s eyes were a pale, silvery green, but tonight, they looked darker. In the dim glow of the cottage at night, they were bluer than usual, contrasted with the amber firelight. Yusuf leaned into his palm as it traced his hairline, down over his beard and jaw. Nico sat in silence, watching him with the gentleness of someone patient enough to watch the flowers grow. He was waiting.

“I…” he didn’t know where to start, what to say, “She’s so… She’s so old.”

Nico’s smile was unmistakably sad, little more than a quirk of lips, but his nod of agreement spurred Yusuf on.

“It has nothing to do with her looks, really. She’s just so old, and so wasteful, and her gaze on me is so… I just… I understand that I’ve put off marriage as long as my father can take. But she’s 25 years my senior. Her children are my age, Nicolo!”

He had told these things to his father— he had begged him not to go through with the arrangement, not to agree to the Genoese king’s proposal for his daughter’s hand. It’s already done, he’d said, it was arranged months ago.

Yusuf had no choice in the matter.

“I suppose it’s stupid that I was surprised.” He groused, his throat feeling tight and his voice thick. “It’s been so long since any of his children were more than bargaining chips to him— I’m not his son, I’m a new trade route.”

The kettle on the fire began to whistle, but Nico was sure to take his hands and kiss his knuckles before standing up to fix their tea.

Left to drift in his mind, Yusuf chewed his lip and floated through his memories, mentally listing the siblings that he’d lost to distant royal families. Only his eldest brother, Farouk, would never leave home. The throne was his, but what about the rest of them? What was the point of having children, of lovingly raising a family, if only to scatter them to the four winds in exchange for trade routes, dowries, and peace treaties?

It would be different if Mama was alive, he thought with a despairing little whimper. She wouldn’t let him do this…

“Yusuf, breathe.” His love’s voice broke into his thoughts, calling him back from the tangle of his mind. A steaming mug of rosehips, mint and honey was pressed into his palm, and Nico took it on himself to mold his hand around the warm pottery. “D’you have it?”

“If I say no, will you keep holding my hand like that?” Will you never let me go? he added silently, sure that his eyes were saying it all for him. Nico’s grip was warm and solid, and the calluses felt rough against him. It tethered him to reality, right there on his love’s bed. His pale gaze was soft and glimmering a little. Like he was going to cry. Like he couldn’t imagine saying goodbye to Yusuf anymore than Yusuf could bear the idea of letting Nicolo go. He swallowed around the lump in his throat, reaching out his free hand to card into his long hair. “Don’t let them take me, Nicolo— come away with me.”

He hadn’t meant to say it out loud. He didn’t mean to spring this half formed, half delirious, half perfect plan on him so soon after waking him up in the middle of the night. The words fell from his lips, unwarranted and chaotic, but suddenly he was desperate to go, run, and be free.

Before he knew what was happening, the hot mug was lifted from his hand and Nico’s were on him, cupping his cheeks to slam their lips together. His waist was wedged between Yusuf’s thighs, his arms slipping down to wrap around him and tug his hips closer while Yusuf twined both of his hands into his love’s hair, desperate and trembling with the need to have him as close as he could be.

He nearly gasped with the need for air by the time they dared to pull away, but he missed his love’s lips the second they weren’t on his. Nico pressed their foreheads together, drinking in deep gulps of air, tear tracks wet on his cheeks and clumping his lashes as he fisted his hands in Yusuf’s tunic.

Yusuf’s hands in his hair slid down to stroke gently along his cheeks, feeling the wetness and studying how it gleamed in the glow of the hearth.

He held tight to Yusuf, fingers flexing in the fine fabric of his sleeping clothes. His jaw worked, jumping the way it did when he was holding his tongue. Everything about him was grim and elegant, as still as a statue.

He was so beautiful, and so sad.

“Why d’you look at me like that, Hayati?” He sighed, his own heart gripped in a terrible vice.

Nico swallowed, lips twisted with concern for a moment before he finally sighed and said, “I cannot ask you to leave your life, Yusuf. You are of such importance—“

“I am the sixth child of the Tunisian King. Farouk is his heir, and he already has three children of his own. I am nothing more than a mountain pass into the north to my father. My people barely know a thing about me— to them I’m simply the handsome, unmarried oddity of the royal family. My love, you know the wealthy trappings of royal life have never been something I need— but I need a life where I am appreciated and loved for who I am! I need simple comforts and a partner to walk hand and hand with through life. I need you, Nicolo.”

The fire crackled, and the cottage was quiet. Yusuf’s chest heaved, and tears streamed down Nicolò’s face. His bright eyes shone with a reverent light, like he had in the early days of falling in love— like he still did, in the pale morning hours when Yusuf was still half asleep by his side. It was as if he was falling in love all over again. Awestruck and grateful, his eyes looking like glimmering, full moons as he beheld Yusuf like a fallen star.

It took a long moment for Nico to find the words. Yusuf stroked his hair, hands still trembling from the adrenaline, even as the knots in his gut began to loosen.

“Yusuf, you…” he trailed off, rose back up on his knees and kissed him like an act of worship— firm, tender, salty with tears and trembling just as much as Yusuf was. Nico pulled slowly back, just far enough to nuzzle their noses and look him in the eyes. “I have never loved anyone the way I love you.”

“Will you come with me?”

“To the ends of the earth. Yes, Tesoro.” He sucked in a breath and let it out long, in a sigh that seemed to clear out all the corners of Yusuf’s cluttered mind. And then, he smiled.

Nicolo was a man of intricate reactions. There was beauty in each and every one, but it was a private, special thing to see that broad, happy grin.

“Drink this while it’s still hot— it’ll help your heart calm itself.” He fussed, pressing the mug back into Yusuf’s palm, and this time, he took it gladly. Nico stood to his full height, standing over him where he sat for a brief moment while Yusuf didn’t dare take his eyes off of him. Looking back down at him with the glow of something divine in his eyes, Nico bent himself down to press a soft kiss to Yusuf’s brow.

“Well, my Prince— where shall we go?”

Yusuf grinned back, something bright and hopeful growing in his chest.

They had planning to do.

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Yusuf gazed up from where he laid in the glen, soft grass and wildflowers under his feet. The sun dappled the forest floor, streaming down into the parting of the trees where the cottage sat. Nico flickered his lips into one of his barely-there smiles as he gazed down at him where Yusuf had pillowed his head on his thigh.

Summer was nearly done. The full, green leaves were burnished gold around the edges by the hot sunlight; the garden smelled heavy with ripe harvests and vibrant flowers; and— on the far side of the palace grounds, beyond chestnut groves and manicured lawns, and terraces— the home of the King was glittering with silk flags and banners for the harvest ball. The last days leading up to the festival were certain to be wildly busy— there wouldn’t be a single moment where Yusuf could slip by unnoticed. Nicolo would be fussing about in the palace gardens with last minute preparations from dawn to dusk.

Usually, Yusuf would be tearing his hair out from the stress. He couldn’t stand the pomp and circumstance, the endless preparations of a ball. He spent hours per day, standing stock still and poked with pins while he was fitted for another itchy, Genoese costume. King Vincenzo was seeking out any opportunity to discipline the palace staff, and the courtiers got particularly insufferable as the long awaited date came to peacock around at the height of their finery. Even back at home, festivals were terrible, but in Genoa, Yusuf’s father had become even more strict. You are representing our kingdom! Act like it! was the most common phrase, hissed into Yusuf’s ear for the most minor infractions. He was constantly watching him, his shrewd eyes looking for any moment to say stand like royalty, Yusuf— shoulders back.

He hated standing on ceremony and the never-ending scrutiny— but, this time was the last time. His escape was in sight. He didn’t complain a single time about the drapes of scratchy, heavy fabric piled on his shoulders, or the way standing with such rigid posture made his back ache. He took each new indignity with a smile so gracious that even his father was smiling back.

Thinking of Nicolo made every pinprick more bearable. Lying there in the sun, eyes closed to bask in the warmth, he thought about the expertly packed saddlebags under his love’s bed. He listened to his soft humming— a tune Yusuf had only heard when he was rearing his most delicate seedlings, or on their quietest, gentlest mornings together— and the way it blended into the sounds of the birds.

Yusuf had never felt so certain of his path.

He was so content that he didn’t notice that the fingers twining their way through his curls had gone until they must have been missing from him for quite a while. He cracked open one eye, peering up at his love with mild accusation. Nico wasn’t paying attention to his pouting lips, though.

Sitting up to get a better look at him, Yusuf found Nico’s deft hands full of colorful flowers. He weaved their stems back and forth, his steady gaze flicking over to Yusuf with a sparkle in them.

“If I didn’t know you like I do, I’d have thought you’d fallen asleep.” He chuckled.

Yusuf sat close to his side, able to look over his shoulder and study the intricate bouquet. “What a beautiful braid.” He murmured, awe in his voice.

Some of the blooms were the small, wild ones that grew in the glen, poking out between the wide circles of bright blue coneflowers and puffs of golden orange chrysanthemums that Nico must’ve pulled up from the garden bed beside them.

“Let me show you how?” Nico replied, phrased as a question even as he handed over his work for Yusuf’s inspection. “It’s not as hard as it looks, I promise.” He said, tiny smile tilting his lips again.

Perhaps it was his imagination, or his own excitement, but it seemed as if Nicolò’s smiles had gotten wider, his eyes gone softer. The rod of nervous tension that always clung to his spine in the days before a ball wasn’t as unyielding and stiff.

Nico was more at peace. He weaved the stems of his beloved flowers in, out and under each other, dutifully guiding Yusuf’s hands as he collected his own flowers. He was right— it wasn’t as difficult as it had looked. The rhythm was steady and relaxing, a balm on the last of his nerves as he tucked flower after precious flower into his braid of grass. The crickets chirped, the birds sang, and the sun fed the earth— Yusuf sat side by side with his love, and it felt right.

“You know, I have been thinking.” Nico murmured, his rich accent nothing more than a purr into the summer breeze.

Yusuf chuckled, knocking their shoulders together, “Dangerous.”

Nico huffed an indignant sound, but his eyes rolled playfully when he met his gaze, “Of course, of course— thinking is only for those supremely educated, princely philosophers. How dare I—“

“No, no no no!” Yusuf shook out his curls, letting out a full, genuine laugh, “Tell me every thought that has ever passed through your head, Hayati— it is my privilege to be your audience.” He was grinning, laughing, cupping Nico’s sunkissed cheek and basking in the light of his eyes. “What were you thinking about?”

Nico licked his lips, swallowing like his throat had gone dry as he maneuvered himself to face Yusuf, sitting on his knees like he had not so long ago. Something about it squeezed at Yusuf’s heart, his smile fading into seriousness as he waited.

He carefully took and set down their braided flowers on the grass, scooping Yusuf’s hands up into his own.

“If we are to truly leave this place, I want to do this properly.” He said, eyes clear and trained on him with an unwavering focus. “I love you, Yusuf, but I can’t promise any royal comforts, or an easy life. I have no ring or dagger to give,” his breath came out long and slow, intentionally calm even while his fingers squeezed around Yusuf’s hands. He let go, then, picking up his circlet of braided flowers to hold in his lap. “I can only promise you the kinds of beauty I can make grow. Would you…”

His voice stuttered, his gaze dropping down to his lap and the blue flowers there, as if Yusuf was too blinding to look at. He could feel his smile splitting his cheeks, bright and unabashed, the cry of yes on the tip of his tongue, nearly jumping from his lips.

But he waited, patiently holding space for his love. He reached out and cupped his hand over his wrist, feeling his pulse race under the delicate skin, just to make Nico meet his gaze again.

“Would you marry me, my Prince?”

Yes. “Yes, my Gardener. I will marry you.” He replied, whispered like a secret, but more resonant and proud than anything he’d ever said. He was grinning, “Though, I’m not sure how much of a Prince I’ll be by the time we wed.”

Nico huffed one of his little laughs, meeting Yusuf with one of his rare, open smiles as he lifted the circlet of blue and orange and braided white to rest gently on top of his curls.

“No, but you will always be mine.” He said, swiping a tear from Yusuf’s cheek, not unlike he had done so recently, for such different reasons. It was more breath than sound, matching Yusuf’s hush.

I’ve never been so proud to wear a crown, he thought.

With his chest feeling expansive and warm, his cheeks hot with a pink flush, Yusuf hastily reached out for his own circlet of flowers. Their wide, fragrant petals and little sun-yellow centers felt silky under his fingers as he lifted it to Nico’s brow.

“If I maintain such royalty, then, my husband must, too.” He replied, voice nearly lost in the birdsong. “King of my heart, my true love.”

Nico’s face had gone soft and slack with a familiar expression— as if Yusuf was the sun itself, as if his warmth and light had singlehandedly brought him to life.

Yusuf let himself be held as Nicolo took his face in his hands and leaned in close. He pressed his lips to his tear-stained cheek, and then the other. He peppered the smallest, gentlest kisses across the freckles on his nose, and Yusuf wrapped his hands around his love’s wrists to keep him close. The last kiss was softly, loving left on the crest of his brow bone, tender enough to bring the forest to a standstill.

#joe x nicky #immortal husbands #kaysanova #yusuf x nicolo #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #the old guard #the old guard fanfic #fairytale au #escapism for the struggling #schmoopy schmoopy sappy fluff and some tears (cuz i always make joe cry-- not sorry)

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inkykeiji · 3 years ago

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Hi Clari!!! I hope you're doing well and had an amazing weekend! I'm sorry if you've already answered something like this before! 😊

I was having big thoughts about the twins, but then I couldn't remember if you'd mentioned the other Todoroki siblings existing in this AU!?!

You may have done and I just missed it, but if the other siblings already do, and if not, did exist in the AU, what would the twins relationship be like with them?

I can imagine Touya being the more approachable of the two, I feel he'd click quite well with Fuyumi perhaps? They both give me those sort of caregiver vibes 😅

Natsuo and Dabi I can imagine being close, not quite as close as in the Touya - Nii series, but I can still imagine Natsuo looking up to both his big brothers because they're so cool! (Dabi is just that smidge cooler to him though 😌)

Would Shoto still be Enji's perfect poster boy, or would Touya have taken that spot?

Would the twins be open to sharing the reader with Natsuo like Touya-Nii did in the Snowman and Me series? Or is it strictly something kept between the twins?

Do the Todoroki family know about the reader and the twins relationship? Do they approve?

There are just too many thoughts for my one track mind 😩😌

It'd be really interesting to know your take! --- The anon who dreamt about living with Dabi on a ranch 🐥

hello sweetpea!!!! oh you’re so lovely <33 thank you bb i hope you had a wonderful weekend as well!!! <3

BUT ANONNNN I AM SHOUTING HAHAHAHA oh my gosh okay first of all you and i have got to be on the same wavelength today bb hehehe because i haven’t mentioned their relationship with the other todoroki siblings much on my blog but i do have (and have had) their relationships with each mapped out in my notebook for months now and i was literally looking it over when you sent this in!! <33

AH SO MANY GOOD QUESTIONS LET’S GET INTO IT WEEEEEEE <3

so first i’m going to link you to this post (which kinda just delves into their relationship with each other but touches upon other relationships in the family) and this post (which discusses dabi’s reaction to yelling and touches upon his trauma related to enji; pls heed the tws!!) but to reiterate and all that:

twin!touya pretty much gets along with all of his siblings in some way. he’s the perfect model of an older brother. as i mentioned in the first post linked above, touya is just really good at playing the part. twin!dabi, on the other hand, barely gets along with anyone other than his twin. he’s extremely difficult to be around about 97% of the time.

natsuo definitely does think both of his older brothers are super super cool, and he follows them around like a puppy when they’ll let him, but he’s actually closer to twin!touya than he is to twin!dabi, simply because twin!dabi won’t let him get too close; dabi’s extreme trust issues get in the way. still, natsuo was the only one there for dabi when touya had been taken from him, and that forged quite a lasting and deep bond, even if it terrifies dabi to this day, even if dabi tries his very hardest to shove natsuo away because of it, even if it’s still extremely complex; a jumbled, tangled mess in his heart. but natsuo understands, and he’s nothing if not resilient, so he kinda just bounces back from it each and every time. but twin!touya has a special soft spot for natsuo, because natsuo was there to take care of his baby twin brother when he wasn’t, and to touya, that means the whole world to him <3 touya hopes that one day his twin will let his guard down enough to let natsuo into his heart, too.

fuyumi is incredibly suspicious of twin!touya. she’s smart as a whip, just like he is, and she can read him like a book and knows when he’s up to something; and he’s always up to something. all she wants is for her family to get along, for god’s sake, and she knows touya’s a threat to that, because he knows how ridiculously manipulative he is, and how he’s planning something against their father—fuyumi is the only of the todoroki siblings that actually has sympathy for their father. thus, even though touya has told her time and again not to worry about it, that everyone will be happy in the end, she knows ‘the end’ does not include their father in any way, shape, or form. still, with that being said, they get along quite well, and they’re constantly throwing teasing quips each other’s way <3 when it comes to twin!dabi, fuyumi’s heart positively breaks for him. he shoves her away, too, because he doesn’t know how to deal with her overwhelming love, but that does not deter her in the slightest. she was there, she witnessed what happened to him, she helped natsuo take care of him in every way she could; in fact, fuyumi took care of that entire family after her mother left. but she has such a soft spot for twin!dabi in her heart, a special type of unconditional love and sympathy for him, and she’ll always be there for him, no matter how many callous insults he spits her way. she views him akin to a terrified animal, and she understands why he lashes out, and sometimes—very rarely, but sometimes—he will let her take him into her arms and hold him, hug him, shush him. she was pretty much the mother he never had for those years when he was without his twin, even though she’s a little younger than he is. so there’s a very interesting, very complex bond there as well.

shouto loves both of his eldest brothers so much. twin!touya loves him back, thinks he’s an absolutely brilliant kid and such a kind, beautiful soul, but he can’t help but feel some resentment towards him; residual feelings that have been transferred from his twin to him. still, he tries to bury them, because he knows none of this is actually shouto’s fault, and that their father is the true villain here, the true one to blame. as i mentioned in the first post linked above, twin!dabi hates shouto with a fierce passion, because he feels betrayed for his twin, betrayed by the way their father so quickly found an (inferior, in his opinion) replacement for touya—to mold into the perfect puppet—and he himself feels a little slighted, too, angry and offended that their father didn’t even try to mold him in replacement of his twin and just went straight to the next ‘perfect’ child, because twin!dabi was too much work, he’s sure. shouto is terrified of dabi, but he looks up to touya with absolute stars in his eyes <3

rei feels incredibly guilty. she likes to pretend that she doesn’t know why she took only twin!touya when she really should’ve taken them both, and will regret for the rest of her life seperating the two of them for a few years. it was incredibly selfish of her, to snatch touya up only because she knew it would hurt her husband the most, and to leave twin!dabi and the rest of her children there with such a brute for a father. dabi hates her for it, and she doesn’t blame him. she hopes one day he can find it in his heart to forgive her for such a horrible mistake, but she knows it’s a slim possibility. she is very, very close to twin!touya though.

i have already touched upon their relationship with enji in the posts linked above, but basically twin!touya IS still enji’s favourite, and enji only latched onto shouto after rei took touya away (during the divorce). touya is still first in line for the family business, and shouto acts as more or less of a back-up, in case touya fails. he’s also easier to control, which is quite appealing to enji, too.

and then, as you can tell, the twins themselves have a very, very unhealthy codependency on each other; they can barely function without one another now <3

ANYWAY LOVELY, THOSE ARE THEIR RELATIONSHIPS WITH THE SIBLINGS + THEIR PARENTS!!! to answer your last few questions:

would the twins be open to sharing the reader with natsuo like touya-nii did in the snowman and me series? or is it strictly something kept between the twins?

no, they absolutely would not share her with natsuo, this is something very special and sacred and kept strictly between them <3

do the todoroki family know about the reader and the twins relationship? do they approve?

EHEHEHEHE this is something i’m really really looking forward to exploring in the future of the series!!! because the angst potential is totally insane hehe <3 the answer is, it’s extremely complicated. enji doesn’t approve at all. like, at ALL. he hates to think what the press would think, if this ever got out, and he knows dabi would be more than willing to leak it; anything to hurt his father, right? natsuo thinks it’s SO awesome and super hot, fuyumi thinks it’s quite cute how they share everything, but worries for the poor sweet reader since she knows how her brothers can be, and shouto can’t even think about it without blushing and getting super embarrassed; he isn’t really sure what he thinks yet, but he feels like it’s more their business than his own. rei is on the fence; she wants her boys to be happy, but is this really the best and healthiest way to do it? does she even have a say in it at all? is it really her place or her right to step up and say something? she isn’t sure.

i hope this answers all of your questions bb!!!! thank you so much for asking aaaah i LOVE talking about stuff like this and i am super super excited to explore it deeper within the series!!!! AH EHEHE I REMEMBER U AND UR DREAM <3333 aw such a cute lil chick emoji 🥺🥺 i hope you’re doing wonderful my friend and i wish you many more touya dreams in the future <3

#SUCH GOOOOOOD QUESTIONS!!!! THANK U SO MUCH #SORRY MY POST IS SOOOOOO LONG HAHAHAHA i have pages upon pages of this in my journal so i tried to condense it and not give too much away <3 #i just wanted to capture the essence of each relationship and let u know <3 #if u have anymore questions pls let me know!!!!#have an amazing week sweetpea!!! <33 #i am sending u lots n lots of love and health!! as always pls stay safe!!#inky.bb #FARMER TOUYA DREAMER #LMAO <333 #clari gets mail #inky.twins #todoroki twins dabi and touya

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ajokeformur-ray · 5 years ago

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C’mere, love // Patrick Verona x Reader // period comfort

Summary: The gates of hell have ascended upon you this day. Painkillers aren’t touching your cramps. Chocolate isn’t helping you with those feel good hormones. You are grouchy, sore, achy and tired. Frustrated with your body to the point of tears does Patrick work some of his magic on you in the form of cuddles. <3

Warnings - mentions of blood, cramps, nausea, painkillers... all the usual period stuff. “It’s a gift from Mother Nature/God/whomever” - yeah, well, have they got a receipt? I have some complaints and I want a refund on this shit lmao. My uterus is never gonna be used anyway so may as well remove it pffft.

Written for @jokershyena - ilyyyyyyy~ <3333 I hope you like this!!! It’s more than fine if you don’t ksksks I’m happy to write you smthn else instead <3

If you’re new here, then I write Patrick to be 19 - 22 years old; you can change this as you see fit.

Word count: 1, 137.

Appropriate gif is appropriate... I, too, feel stabby during that time of the month skskskk J’s so proud of him <3

It may have only been four thirty in the afternoon, but you were already in your pyjamas and tucked up in bed. Your duvet perfectly shielded your body from the room and though the curtains were shut did the room seem just a bit too bright, and so your head was beneath the duvet, too. Only the crown of your head was visible to the room, curled up were you in the foetal position.

Oh, but your body ached. The painkillers you had taken had only barely grazed the surface of the iceberg, the sharp stabbing pains which started low in your stomach spreading like wildfire throughout the rest of your body. You breathed in deeply through your nose, doing your best to not move too much, even with how uncomfortable you felt right now. The darkness which surrounded you was comforting, and you wished that you could sink into it forever; to sleep until your period was over. You would wake with it all over until next month.

Please?

You sighed, feeling drowsy even with the pain which was wracking your system, and thoughts of Patrick crossed your mind. You hadn’t seen him for a few hours; he was off doing who knew what. You loved him, you really and truly did, but right now you couldn’t bring yourself to care; so great was the pain that it took over all other conscious thoughts.

From threshold consciousness were you ripped as your bedroom door slammed open and you heard the heavy muted thudding of booted footsteps. “Hey, Y/N. What’d I miss?”

You groaned, long and hard as you squeezed your eyes shut against your rising irritation. You flipped the duvet back with a dramatic whining of your boyfriend’s name. “Paaaaat, I was almost asleep!”

“Whoa,” A chuckle to mask his confusion, “Someone’s got her panties in a twist.” With his face scrunched up did Patrick come around to where you were lying, peering down at you. “Why are you in bed? Are you okay?”

A hand came up to brush your hair away from your face and you leaned into Patrick’s careful touch. “Ye-ah,” The affirmation was broken up with a sharp inhalation as a sharper stabbing ran through your lower abdomen, making you wince.

All sarcasm dropped away as Patrick bent at the waist to peer down at you, his chocolate gaze intent with worry. “What is it?”

You shook your head. “Nothing I haven’t dealt with a thousand times before.”

Patrick nodded slowly before his eyes brightened in understanding. He toed off his boots and then clambered carefully over you to get to the other side of the bed. He got comfortable beside you, shuffling up behind you with measured movements. Oh, but he was so good to you, even and most especially when you felt like you didn’t know what you wanted or needed. Right now, you just wanted to sink into his touch and go to sleep, to forget the world and your own body.

“C’mere, love.” Patrick peppered kisses to the back of your neck, his careful touch moving your hair out of the way. His full lips lavished as much love on your as he could as one arm wrapped carefully around your waist. “Where do you want me, Y/N? Let me help you.”

You grabbed his hot hand, like a heater was he, and slid it just beneath the waistband of the loosest bottoms you owned, pressing his hand gently against the dark strip of skin there. Immediately did Patrick press his lips to your neck, holding them there as his fingers rubbed slow, tender circles into your skin.

“Did you take something?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Didn’t help much though.”

Patrick wasn’t stupid. He knew what periods were and he knew how difficult they were; he paid attention in biology, even if it didn’t look like it. He knew that there was nothing he could say, nothing he could really do to help you. He could only be there for you in all the ways you needed him to be; which mostly came in the form of cuddles.

The apex between your thighs was throbbing in discomfort, your entire body full of pain as you pressed back into the solid heat of Patrick’s body. Patrick hummed in sympathy and bestowed upon your neck a series of slow, full lipped and tender kisses, his fingers soothing across the surface of your skin. He was careful, delicate, as if you were made of glass and you would break.

Even so, you kept your hand atop his and pressed his touch down, wanting something firmer, more solid against your skin. Patrick followed your lead, easily figuring out what you needed, and the front of his legs were wholly pressed against the backs of yours, the duvet molding itself to your bodies.

“Thank you, Patrick.”

He hummed against your skin, the entire vibe of him full of sympathy and of so much love that he almost didn’t know what to do with himself. Almost. He didn’t speak, he didn’t have to. You could hear those two words as easily as if he had spoken them aloud. Instead did he speak his deepest and most satisfying truth. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, pretty boy.”

You turned slowly, slowly, in his arms and burrowed your face into the warm crook of his neck. Patrick gave you the time to get comfortable before he fit himself around you, like a protective cage between you and the rest of the room. He pulled the duvet up and over the both of your heads, and the two of you stayed like that until long after the sun had dipped back below the horizon; who cared that you would likely be up for most of the night because you had slept for so long in the early evening?

“You think I’m a pretty boy?”

“The prettiest.”

A quiet but genuine chuckle rumbled through Patrick’s chest and you smiled at the sound, closing your eyes to savour it even more. Nothing mattered more than moments like this. Moments in which Patrick would dip his head to press kisses to your forehead, one arm carefully draped over your waist and the other rubbing down and down your back in fluid, soothing motions, his scent filling your nostrils as all that he was became all that you knew.

It was the two of you against the world and you wouldn’t have it any other way. No matter what you went through, within yourself or the world, no matter who you became or what you did, Patrick would always be there to look after you. He had been through so much and suffered a lot, as had you, and the two of you could and would conquer anything and everything.

Patrick Verona @jokershyena @loveletterstoledger @itsthejoker@royaleclownx @tsukiakarinobara @arianatheangelworld

#patrick verona #patrick verona imagine #patrick verona x reader #10 things i hate about you #10 things i hate about you imagine #10 things i hate about you x reader #heath ledger #heath ledger x reader #heath ledger imagine #tw; periods #tw; cramps #tw; painkillers

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johobi · 6 years ago

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Let me preface this by saying I'm team JK all the way! Let me tell you why my dear JoJo (can I call you JoJo?). I don't blame Tae for having sex with OC. It was a heat of the moment thing. Def not a good decision in the long run bc it really just IS a heat of the moment thing. She was hurt and feeling nostalgic so she went back to the one thing back then that made her feel better. She clearly needed more time to process everything that happened and you said it yourself, JK is still 1/? -SK

You can ofc call me Jojo (just don’t add Siwa pls my hairline isn’t that pressed)!!!! It was definitely a heat of the moment thing, but the question is, was it a heat of the moment thing that allowed emotions to surface that needed voicing?! Would it have happened any other way? If it ends up playing out that it was, indeed, right for both of them, then it was worth it. If it wasn’t what they needed… maybe it could still be good? Maybe those feelings needed airing anyway? Or perhaps it will all be one, big catastrophe?!

((more under read more))

in her head space. Her feelings for him haven’t left she’s just pushing them aside so she can be comforted by Tae. So that explains why them fucking wasn’t a good choice for them but what redeems JK? Nothing. BUT. He so earnestly wants to fix things and is so dead set on hearing him out that it’s hard to not want to. What he did was bad real bad but he genuinely seems like he wants to fix it and even from an objective standpoint it’s best to here all sides of the story. I’m not saying 2/? -SK

I’m actually really glad that most of you guys want to hear Kook out. It would be hard to pull off the rest of the story if it were a case of you being like ‘whatever his reason, I don’t care. I don’t want to hear it’. That kind of potential reaction to the fic was nervewracking. If your readership reacts waaay differently to how you’re expecting, how the hell do you salvage a fic that late in the game?! wljwalkj Well, I guess you finish it regardless, and hope people just find some merit in the journey somewhere. I’m going off on a tangent, but, yes, there’s something in the way that Jungkook pursues her relentlessly and with sincerity that wants you want to hear him out. And we will!! Next chapter. :)

him hiding his engagement was ok but if OC does talk to him maybe she could get some closure. She seems like an insecure person by nature and immediately blamed herself (only a little) for JK’s actions so she really should talk to him. Also! I refuse to believe JK is a bad person! He’s helped her so much with her depression and general sadness and if he was able to sway OC once from Tae, he can do it again. Plus another anon made a good point in the fact that JK is her future and Tae is -3/? SK

Definitely, definitely, she needs to talk to him if for nothing other than to realise that it wasn’t her fault. Still, the notion of being cheated on will likely always sow a seed of inferiority. Even if his reasons are pure, will her trust in him recover? It’s taken her so long to open up to him.

her past. Tae may be her past home but JK is her present. Even when smth happens in your present home you don’t go back to your past. Even if it’s vacant. Bc the life around that home has changed and moved on and the only reason you’d come back is to reminisce. But there’s no reminiscing when nothings the same. You’d just make yourself sad wishing things were how they once were. So, the only thing you can do is hope that you can have a better and brighter future. Even if it’s bleak rn. 4/? -SK

I’d actually argue that Tae is her past and present, and Jungkook is also her present. Tae very much exists in the present for her, though perhaps not as idealised. They both have the potential to be her future. It’s just a matter of whether Y/N and Tae’s relationship can bloom into something new, because it can’t survive in the mold of their past relationship. Their platonic connection has been snapped now.

But it is a huge point that Y/N is very reliant on escaping to the past when troubled, and not engaging with her present (and especially her future). I think she wanted to bring the comfort that Tae provided back then, into the present, and in a more intense form. At first, without knowing his feelings, she just wants to ‘forget’, and therefore seeks to at least have the comfort of his body. When he reciprocates, tho, it totally catches her off-guard and she’s able to find comfort for her heart as well. omg i’m rambling and this probably doesn’t make sense. I wish I could be more succinct about this haha!

But yeah, home, past, childhood - these are all things of comfort and safety (for her, at least). Whether it’s unhelpfully circular/stagnating, we’ll just have to see.

Ahh sorry to get faux deep on you! But anyways TEAM JK ALL THE WAY. Also I don’t why I find the idea of Jimin sitting alone and bored in Tae’s apartment so funny. Realy excited to see THAT interaction. Also excited to see JK reacting to the hickeys and the JK and Tae confrontation. I love torturing myself RIP. ALSO ALSO that last line GOT ME. I don’t undertand how you can set up an entire 18k chp. to put so much emotion and narrative behind ONE LINE. WOw you’re such a great writer. Ily💜 5/5 -SK

Not at all hun!!! I loved reading your thoughts on it all :D! AND YES JIMIN SITTING ALONE IN TAE’S FLAT IS A HILARIOUS IMAGE. They’re gonna trundle in all lovebitten and tousled and he’d just gonna be watching shitty daytime TV (sober) like, ‘..tf you been?? ARE THOSE HICKE–’ you get the idea haha.

Thank you so much love, for your lovely asks and your unfaltering support/encouragement!!! I appreciate you sm!!!

#wylei #jo asks #sk anon #anonymous

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aharris00britney · 7 years ago

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ASKS 06

Ummmm stuff I’ve ignored and let build up ;-; MM hairlines, a pic of me, default replacement hairs, donation stuff, using my hair conversion meshes, a male hair wip, recolor requests, and other stuff UwU

Anonymous said: face reveal?

lmao this is from October but I never take pics of myself besides snapchat so UwU

@wildfire607 said: I love your content for the game! I have my notifications on for you. Much love from Texas. ♥️

omggg thank you!!!! literally I don’t feel like people would have notifications on for me ;n; again, thank you so much <3

@standardheld said: Hey there! I know you don’t take requests so take it as an idea. Maybe you’ll like it. Otherwise, please don’t feel forced to do anything! So here’s the idea: I haven’t fount an adult’s version of you YeoJin hairs with big pigtails. Remember Cassandra Goth from The Sims 2? It think it would look beautiful and I know you’ve got the necessary talent. If you like the idea, please let me know :)

Hello!!! Lmao I am kinda swamped rn to start ‘new’ things BUTBUTBUT I don’t mind if somebody uses my conversion meshes like YeoJin Hair since all it is is a conversion. So if u wanna do it or wanna ask some other people, feel free!! <3

@pxelsquid said: The WIP hair in your play list post is so beautiful! I can’t wait for it!

Thanks! Planning to get it out in the next week or so

Anonymous said: What do you use donations for?

(answer in bold) lmao I actually don’t get many, at least not enough for them to go towards anything. But I do get a few dollars every couple of months (and that still makes me super happy to see ty to anyone who has donated ever UwU) lmao so I don’t really know what the donations go towards though I guess packs?? which rn I prob wouldn’t buy a pack w/donation money bc irl stufffff but I would think donations on a sims account should go to more sims stuff if you don’t need to money for personal life situations :)

Anonymous said: Hello! Would you ever consider some of your hairs for male sims?

You should be able to disable to masculine filter and see them?? If not go in S4S and edit the tags to let it be seen

Anonymous said: about your last hair: NOPE.

all night all night all niiiiiiiight ✨

Anonymous said: I’m so happy you made the Jennie Hair without headband! I really like it so far. Good job!

Yay!! I’m glad you like it. Thank you so much <3

Anonymous said: When will you be releasing the braids on your post /post/168877609911/ ?

Yeah!! They’ve been done a while, hopefully they should get posted soon. Here is a link if u want early accessssssssssssss UwU

Anonymous said: why did u and yoshi break up?

Richard ( @cas-fulleditmode ) shares the same fetish as me (M*** P**f) lmao im kiddingggggg UwU me and @ayoshi are married in Korea still

Anonymous said: BOOOOOI! HAVE YOU HEARD “BLACK DRESS” BY CLC? IT. IS. LIT

i dont think u get…. my k-pop obsession ;-; lmao I literally keep up with like every girl group and watch the album teasers/everything UwU I still prefer Where Are You? to Black Dress though.

Anonymous said: Are you friends with grimcookies?

to an extend I think so, yes. We have only messaged a few times in the past week or so bc of memessssss

Anonymous said: Can you please post some eyes or tell me where I can download cc eyes? I hate the eyelashes that sims has.

My resource page has the eyes I use and the no EA eyelashes mod link :)

@saurussims said: Pass the happy! 💛 When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications!

My birthday is this month so I’m happy about that lmao

Loona

my pug UwU

my friendssss

getting new clothing

Anonymous said: aghhhh your sim style is so nice! Have a nice day!

Thank you so much!!

Anonymous said: Hello! ^_^ I just dropped by to tell you how much I appreciate your hard work in making hairs. I don’t know how much time it takes you to make such wonderful creations, but they definitely made my sims better-looking for your CCs are amazing and they are of matching lengths and styles that really made planning my sims’ hairstyles easier <3 Sorry I’m too broke to donate, and all I can do is THANK YOU :( But please know that you deserve all the praises you get. More power to you and your blog! <3

omggg this is so sweet ;-; thank you!!! I really really really appreciate stuff like this. <3

Anonymous said: Would you consider making more hairs (preferably a long, casual style and maybe a ponytail?) with the Candie/Maja bangs? They’re soooo cute!

I have made another hair with those bangs. Hopefully it gets posted soon :)

Anonymous said: Can you please make the laundry day hairstyles base game compatible?

I actually didn’t buy laundry stuff lmao college/senior payments are taking all my money rn so I prob won’t get any packs anytime soon :P

Anonymous said: all i want in life is curly maxis match boy hairs ahhh :((((((((

aweeee I am really bad at male hairs or I would try :( this is a male hair I did the other day and it is super super basic but like I’m surprised it wasn’t super fucked up ;-;

@jacazul said: ✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you’re amazing inside and out 💛✨ <3333

Thank you!!! <3

Anonymous said: how do you get all your sims to look so cute??? every time i think i’ve made a super cute sim i see one of your sims on my dash and i’m like WHOA NEVERMIND THEN. seriously tho what are your secrets

ummmm I use all my sims and then just do ‘make twin/sibling’ and then I get a clone to mold like clay wedgfhv

Anonymous said: which recolor palettes do you recommend for hairs? I like the EA colors but I would like to try some others.. especially after seeing the hair color you put on your sim with the jennie hair in your latest post

Obvi I like the anathema palette bc I put my hairs in that, but the saccharine (?) is really really good and there are tons of hairs in that. and the WMS palette is so so so good there are just too many swatches for me to do that palette tbh

Anonymous said: Are you going to make more hairs that are ombre accessory compatible?

Maybe! I am not sure tbh, it depends on the mesh I use and abunch of other factors :)

Anonymous said: Question, I love your Jisoo hair, it’s well done, but the ombre part, what’s the file name and how do you download it? I’m a noob when it comes to this. Sorry to bother you.

file name -> JisooHairOmbreNaturals[AH00B].package

just put it in your mods folder like you would normal CC. It is in accessories :)

Anonymous said: I’m legit falling in love with you and all these cc’s ❤❤❤

<3333 Thanksssssss UwU

Anonymous said: not to rush you but are any male sims coming out soon :0

My male sim has been in my drafts with all the CC links and everything the past MONTH but I haven’t had the motivation to export his download file omggg. He is on my gallery @ spotharris if u really really want him right now

@bob10112006

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I love you and thank you for your cc and can you make not so berry cc?thanks!

People have made recolors of my cc in not so berry colors :) check my sideblog @aharris00britneyrecolors

Anonymous said: Hi! Are you planning to make the Go Won hairs into a bob? the same hair and all but shorter. I just think it will look really nice as a bob.

Maybe?? no plans as of right now though

Anonymous said: please upload your red-ish haired sim! :) x

Already did, check my sim download page

Anonymous said: damn, those new hair really sucks. sorry… but. yeah.

well maybe if you stanned LOONA then you would like them UwU

Anonymous said: I checked out your sim page, they’re so gorgeous! I remember at some point last year you mentioned maybe sharing Briella after you stopped using her, and I haven’t seen her in a while in your posts. Have you considered sharing her or is she just officially retired? She was a very cute sim and is iconic!

Briella wasn’t actually my sim! Her original download post is here

@ayoshi said: Are you gonna tell your followers why you didn’t give me a valentine gift or…???

Me and @cas-fulleditmode were too busy to take a stop in korea sorry UwU

Anonymous said: heey :) could you maybe put the hairlines your were talking about in the latest post for download? i use hairlines myself and i really like your hairs in tge palette you are using and i can’t find any hairlines in it soo? could you do that? :)

the hairlines I made are actually in the saccharine palette bc so many clayified hairs come in that palette lmao. They are kinda messy rn but if I eve use them on a sim download ill link them there :)

Anonymous said: Could you please recolour some of wild-pixel’s hairs in the palette?

Anonymous said: can we give you recolor requests?

Idk if I will do recolors that often but when I do I kinda just do what hairs I find myself using at that time :P

Anonymous said: Will u ever upload girl from “tell me why, why i’m so lonely” post?? Please consider it, she is soooo cute 😍😍😍

I didnt save her :(

@investedwheat40 said: Would you ever consider uploading your joy hair as a default replacement for that one hair Zoe Patel wears?

Prob not since it uses different textures/shadows and stuff, it would be the same size and stuff as the normal Joy hair

Anonymous said: Is there any way to download you models? Because I live how they looks and really want to use them.

I got this before I made my sim download page, but lmao here is a link to my sim download page :P

#asks

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aroihkin · 7 years ago

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Also, I wonder how you got bugs? It can't be because you hoard food wrappers and dirty dishes all over the place, can it? No, of course not. That's ridiculous. It couldn't possibly be because you're a slob. Oh, and for the sake of those poor cats, I sincerely hope you actually go to class and throw out all your useless shit - they don't deserve to live in those fucked up conditions, and btw, ammonia is toxic. Clean the damn litter boxes before you make them ill or worse. Protip.

Oh, we’re doing this? Cool beans.

Let’s ignore for a moment, re: cleaning, that I was one out of three people involved. Let’s pretend it was, by all rights, my responsibility to clean everything for them and that they, helpless butterflies that they were, could not lift a hand due to the conditions of the house that totally… happened… all at once.

Let’s go with that.

Every time I tried cleaning while they were living here Dwyn just spilled shit all over what I’d cleaned within a day, so every time, I invariably gave up. It making them ill didn’t even come up until after Dwyn’s trip, and then I was told they were going to put baking soda down and vacuum it up… and it didn’t happen.

Faun worked full time, I worked off and on and am not able-bodied. All Dwyn did the entirety of the time we lived together was sit on the computer at home and make messes in the kitchen, throw trash on the floor, and insist on us using litter that couldn’t be scooped because she’d rather just throw it all out every time than deign to scoop it. There is scoopable litter I can use, but it’s expensive because when it’s scooped it lasts forever and makes up for the price. But it can’t make up for the price when it’s being chucked in the trash like that. The cheap shit that isn’t scoopable? I can’t touch it because it lets the piss all just slough to the bottom of the box and the ammonia builds up so fast and strong.

So. I just kept my litter box in my room and scooped it, and let her do what she wanted with the ones in the kitchen. Cue three years across two apartments of the boxes constantly being left to turn into ammonia bombs. I’m sure they show great solidarity over it now, as with all things that they can now claim was on me, but those two even fought over that shit at a few points.

I couldn’t even get the two of them to stop throwing cans of tuna on the floor for the cats and then leaving the empty tins laying around collecting more trash. It’s aesthetic.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrsabzSnfH4

See the video for the apartment’s full glory the morning they left, as my photos have mostly only been while fixing it is in progress. A correction on the video; other than my using the wrong month at the start; they did leave the key. A+ effort! Nearly every single plate, bowl, tupperware, or bit of silverware in the house was on Dwyn’s desk, caked in food and in a few cases, mold. But sure, their tales aren’t projection at all. I was, as is the case in all their problems, the cause of all misery.

…Though if you’re pretty sure it’s just as much of a shithole as it was before, then what are you mad about me cleaning for? (Oh, right… right, liars love liars. You guys will get along great!)

When I cleaned off and then flipped ‘Dwyn’s desk’ to try to fold the legs, I discovered four different items underneath had been caked in so much cat piss that they were now solid. Much scraping was had, and more trash bags filled. But sure, I guess I was supposed to do that for her while she lived here, too. I wasn’t aware my physically-able roommate who worked maybe two weeks total over the course of three years was somehow my responsibility to clean up after to the degree I used to clean up after my old quadrupalegic roommate. (I mention his condition because HE HAD A REASON TO NEED THE HELP.)

As the video shows, very little of my shit was in the living room or kitchen. My stuff in the other room is stacked in a tower in the corner that takes up less than a quarter of the floor space and none of the closet. The twelve contractor bags worth of trash I’ve taken out of the living room and kitchen that they put there, and the four contractor bags and counting of scattered clothing and underwear all over the house, surely had nothing to do with the space constraints. It’s not like there was three dressers and a half dozen plastic drawer units here for anything to go into. It’s not like Dwyn had furniture she could use.

But Aro, I can hear already, that’s your mess too! Those two are perfect angels and you, you are the source of all their ails!

…Again, my attempts to clean could never keep up with their shit.I don’t expect you to believe me, and I don’t really care about that. You coming to my tumblr to send me two different asks with varying degrees of thinly veiled insults tells me all I need to know about who’s more pissed off about all this. I ain’t let any previous fuckers ruin my life; I won’t let any of you do it either. Ya ain’t that special, sweet-cheeks.

By the way, despite some food containers in my room, I wipe them clean at the time of use and there are zero bugs in my room. No gnats, no fruit flies, no ants, no beetles, no regular flies. No mold, either. Gasp! All the bugs were in the kitchen inside unsealed bags of baking shit left open, enjoying the buffet of spilled sugar and coffee and crumbs of who knows what on the counters, swarming the open cans of tuna they left to pile up on the floor… and in the powderpost beetles’ case, eating the cabinets.

As a side note, my germophobic ass has been using the same two plates and one bowl, one fork, one spoon, and one knife, since Bush was in office. All them dirty plates you’re coming at me about? I didn’t touch a one of em.

But thanks for that bonus protip on keeping my poor cats in happy, healthy conditions! I know you have lots of experience with your eleven cats all jammed into one house.

Maybe the lot of you ought to just stay off my tumblr. It’s been a month, the stalking is kind of… sad.

Shoo.

#mah askbox #mah replies #and now I'm bored #exxal #I wasn't going to put up video and shit of what this house looked like before but fuck it lol it's not like anyone else is being polite here

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batmaniskpopaf · 8 years ago

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THAT’S NOT MY NAME!

BLESS YOU MY DEAR CHILDREN FOR REQUESTING <3333….. NOT GONNA LIE LOW KEY SO WHIPPED FOR JUNGKOOK … LIKE THAT LITTLE COCONUT HEAD NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED AND SPANKED LIKE GURLLL …..

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH THAT I’M SCREAMING XD…

A/N:ALSO THIS IS THAT ONE SMUT WHERE THAT BOY WHO CALLED ME A MONSTER GETS STABBED #NO REGRETS

SO I DECIDED TO COMBINE BOTH OF THESE REQUESTS BC I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUNNY AF …ALSO AFTER TALKING TO MY MAIN JUNGKOOK TRASH FRIEND @teasemekookie

TYPE:HELLA SMUT/FUNNY BC I’M A JOKE AND A SLUT FOR JUNGKOOK CALLING ME BABY GIRL BC LET’S BE HONEST MY BOI IS FINE AS FUCK…

CHARACTERS: JUNGCOCK I MEAN JUNGKOOK X READER

SUMMARY: YOUR FRIEND INVITES THE GUY SHE TRIED TO HOOK YOU UP WITH TO THE PARTY YOU’RE GOING TO TONIGHT. THERE IS ONLY ONE PROBLEM,YOU’VE ALREADY INVITED YOUR CRUSH AND FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD COCONUT HEAD JEON JUNGKOOK P.S. I SUCK AT SUMMARIES

“Did you have to invite him?” You ask your friend… “Well, I mean no. But you invited some kid you used to babysit so can you really be mad?” … “First of all I did not babysit Jungkook! And second he’s a longtime friend not some douche bag we met a day ago at the bar!” your voice has gone up a few octaves and your friend winces… “Easy Tiger! You’ll scare the poor boy away" your friend adds… you turn to your left and see Jungkook emerge from the crowd… a familiar warmth spreads throughout your body as a large pair of dark chestnut eyes lock with your own… “Y/N you didn’t tell me coconut head was ripped!” your friend’s eyes widen at the sight of him…he walks towards you with a purpose but before he can make it halfway an iron grip tugs at your waist and you’re trapped under 175 pounds of tanned skinned and way too much Axe body spray… “Y/N!” Carlos presses you closer to his chest once more before letting you go and placing a sloppy kiss to your cheek… you shuffle from foot to foot away from him …by this time Jungkook has already reached you ,his chestnut eyes clouding over … “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend” he whispers… “She doesn’t!” your friend is at your side instantly….”Carlos is just a friend!” she exclaims… before Carlos can protest your friend is dragging him away in the complete opposite direction… “That’s right. Y/F/N invited him two weeks ago when she was drunk” you explain… Jungkook nods …and as if on cue your friend is back at your side…

“So it’s nice to meet you Jungkook! Y/N has told me so much about you! I’m glad you waited until you were of age to come chase after her!” she adds…You glare at her… “You were gone five minutes! How are you already drunk? you ask… “I’m drunk on the atmosphere” she replies…”Well go get drunk with Carlos or whatever it is you have to do to keep him away from me” you demand…. “Yes ma’m! God you’re hot when you’re angry! Right coconut head?” she adds before sauntering towards the other side of the large courtyard… you look at Jungkook and he lets out an amused chuckle… “she seems fun” he comments…"she is a hoot but sometime she makes me want to do bad things” you say… “Oh” Jungkook replies…you look up at him trying to explain yourself… but instead you take in his appearance for the first time and your mouth dries… he’s wearing a thin white and brown button up shirt and dark wash jeans…his timberlands looking out of place in this setting but so fitting on him… he looks rugged … the color in his cheeks rising as he scans down your body…. “She’s right” he says almost to himself… “Hu?”…”You are hot when you’re angry. In fact, you’re hot all the time” he says closing the distance between you two … your eyes widen but your feet are rooted to the ground… “Well you’re not so bad yourself” you reply feeling light headed already … his proximity only riling you up more… but before Jungkook can reply a familiar smell fills your nostrils….. Jungkook pouts attractively and you groan in frustration as Carlos makes his way to you… “There you are babe” he says… but before he can close the distance between you all Jungkook wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you to his side… the smell of fabric softener and cologne soothe your anxiety…. Carlo’s eyes asses the situation before he’s putting on his best bitch face…

“I didn’t know we were babysitting tonight” Carlos sneers at jungkook… you giggle a little and jungkook’s attractive pout turns into an outright frown… his grip on your waist faltering slightly….“you’re right. Jungkook do you think you can give me a hand with Carlo’s booster seat?” you say turning to face the younger man… his crestfallen face lights up like Christmas and you can feel your chest tighten and your cheeks pink at his downright melancholy expression… “sure thing y/n” he replies light heartedly … Carlo’s jaw locks and he crosses his arms in agitation “hanging out with brats is rubbing off on you” he snaps… “well it sure beats hanging out with a dick” you clap back.. “oh wait you wouldn’t know, would you?” you tease him… Jungkook watches intently his stance changing into one you’ve never seen before…” Whatever, if you ever want to hang out with a real man you know where to find me” he adds before turning on his heel and running into Namjoon who is holding out a bottle opener rather carelessly… “FUCK” Carlos cries out… Namjoon blanches … all of the color draining from his face as … Jungkook and you stare wide eyed … “Oh Man Holy Shit!” Jungkook says… you can’t help but laugh lightly… at his expression… he’s quick to act ,tearing a piece of cloth from his shirt and wrapping up Carlo’s wound… a few other people have begun to gather and the thumping music has stopped playing altogether….you take this opportunity to grab Jungkook by the sleeve of his now red stained shirt and pull him away from the crowd…

“Let’s get out of here before the fireworks start” you explain to him as you lead him away from the lanterns and towards the open field which is being utilized as a parking lot… “I really hope that guy’s okay” Jungkook says… you walk down the path for a few more minutes before reaching your car and leaning against the cool metal… “He’ll be fine, it was just a flesh wound” you say pursing your lips… “True, I guess I just feel bad for him since I stole his date for the night"… you gasp in mock offense… “Who says you stole me coconut head” …Jungkook juts his upper lip out pouting attractivity at your remark… “Oh come on you’re a big boy” you tease him further… standing on your tiptoes to ruffle his chestnut locks… “In more ways than one” Jungkook quips adding a wink … you giggled at his moot attempt to sound grown up… “Boi if you don’t” you tease him…Jungkook laughs wholeheartedly and you feel the obvious crackle of electricity morph itself into a comfortable buzz … you continue to tease him further …until Jugnkook’s ears are ringing red and his fingers fiddle with the handle of your car… “Hey! I’m joking” you explain lifting his face up to yours… his skin feels so soft between your thumb and forefinger… “I’m glad you’re still single” he whispers… his voice barely audible to you over the thumping club music which has resumed in the background….“Me too” you reply huskily… the heat radiates from his body and warms your skin in the most soothing and arousing way… his breath is fanning across your cheeks and your fingers are still cupping his chin… Jungkook’s eyes are trained on your red stained lips and you want so badly to close the distance and feel his petal soft lips mold to your own…. The moments drag out and you’re lost in your own reverie …the blood rushes to your face… and you can see your own desire reflected in his glossy eyes… before you can act on impulse you hear Carlos call out your name in the dark…

“Fuck me!” you groan unlocking your car door…You and Jungkook both duck into the back seat of your car… the confined space making you hyper aware of his presence… his body heat is pressed to your arm and you feel the world fade to the back ground as Jungkook leans somehow closer to you in the dark …. “Is he gone?” he whispers… “I think so but I should go check ” you whisper back to him as if it’s a secret …”Or you could stay?” he suggests… You take a moment to consider his proposal….and turn to face him…. the moonlight cascades through the front window and you feel that familiar ache naw at your insides…before you can be interrupted you close the dimute space and connect your lips to his… Jungkook’s hands wrap around your waist pulling you onto his lap without breaking the kiss… the two of you continue to kiss until you start to feel light headed….you pull apart for breath and kiss along his jaw and the tops of his exposed collarbones… Jungkook is quick to remove his shirt and you scoot back …. Your eyes taking a moment to survey him… he’s filled out since you last saw him and he’s grown at least a foot… the baby fat being replaced with muscle… the only thing that’s left of your kookie is the bowl haircut that extenuates his high cheek bones and pink pouty lips…. you bite your own, not sure whether to crack a joke or nod as he continues breath heavily.. “Why did you pull away?” he asks tilting his head to the side … Jungkook watches you intently as the emotions go to war on your face…”Is it because I’m younger than you?” Jungkook asks breaking the ongoing silence…You don’t reply…instead you continue to stare at his unclothed state…. committing every dip and mole to memory….

“Maybe if I was older you would see me as a man” Jungkook sighs… his broad shoulders slouching in defeat and that attractive pout is once again adorning his handsome features… you bite your lip looking at his exposed chest once more … the defined muscles on display only for you to enjoy… you lean in closer….your noses brushing and your breath fanning across his high cheekbones before connecting your lips to his… the kiss starts off tentative and languid… but soon grows heated and hungry… the heat pooling in your stomach and the glistening ache collecting at your center… Jungkook’s fingers weave their way into your hair and your hands trace small patterns across his toned upper body.. . your fingertips tracing every curve and dent of his overheated skin… “Noonnaaaaa” he drags out the words and something in you snaps…. For whatever reason the heat of the moment or the ache between in your legs… you push him further into the seat so that you’re straddling his upper thighs… your crotches only centimeters from each other…”Shut up and fuck me you coconut head” …Jungkook growls lowly before raising his pelvis to yours and you suppress a moan… his hands gripping your hips harshly and bringing you down to him once more…you moan loudly unable to control your arousal … your lower half squirming as he repeats this action once then twice more … “You sound so fucking hot when you moan baby girl” Jungkook says huskily… his whole demeanor changing as he pulls you to him.”But you would sound even hotter screaming my name as you cum around me”… his hands make quick work of removing your crop top and bra in one swift motion …. your buds stand at attention just for him… his mouth wrapping around one aroula while he tweaks your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger…. “Jungkoook-ahhh” you whine… Jungkook growls lowly his agile hips bucking into you deliciously deep…. “I thought my name was coconut head?” he says extenuating every syllable with a sharp thrust of his hips…. you’re a whining mess and he wears a shit eating grin …..

You’re already feeling light headed and needy… his hot mouth being the only thing that can sooth your ache and satisfy your want… Your hands tangle in his hair before traveling down his chest and toying with the waistband of his dark wash jeans… “Is this all for me? You ask palming his prominent bulge”… “Fuck” Jungkook curses through gritted teeth … his pelvis raising involuntarily further into your hand… You continue to palm him before he stops your hand and brings it to his lips…kissing from your knuckles to the tips of your fingers before he is back into character …..Jungkook maneuvers his body so that he can unbutton the top button of your shorts … the denim popping open… he lifts you up and you shimmy out of your shorts before he literally tears your silk undergarments from your body…"Fucking coconut head!“ You whine… Jungkook laughs lowly before plunging his long digit into your tight heat… you yelp in surprise… “That’s exactly what I plan to do” he whispers into your ear biting your lobe gently…. you moan….the discomfort soon giving away to an immense pleasure… you grind your hips against his agile finger in an effort to increase the euphoric feeling that’s already rushing through your half dressed form… Jungkook adds a second digit… the stretch causing you to cry out … “That’s right baby girl! Who’s making you feel this fucking good with just his fingers?” Jungkook asks…. you cry out a slurred version of his name, too far gone in the lust and rhythm that your body has created… Jungkook nips at your collarbones…his slightly chapped lips leaving a trail of blossoms on your collar bones and down the valley of your breasts… you repeat his name over and over like a mantra as he continues to delve into you…the curl of his fingers hitting that spot that’s pushing you closer towards the end…Your hot skin feels like it’s on fire when you finally reach your peak… the eagerness in which he swallows all of your moans with his mouth arousing you even more…

“I need you!” you whine unbuttoning his jeans with deft fingers… “You’re so eager” Jungkook replies in awwe… His lenght finally breaking free from the confines of the tight denim…. “You weren’t kidding” you say biting your lip as you continue to stare at the angry red tip of his thick lenght…precum dripping from the tippy top like a stray tear… You run your thumb over the head… planning to tease but Jungkook is having none of that… his giant hand engulfing yours and halting your ministrations…”As much as I would like to see your insulant little mouth around my cock I would rather cum inside of you” he explains before guiding your hand to his base and giving himself a few pumps…the anticipation and need for of him to fill you to the hilt clouding any sense of sobriety … Jugnkook guides his lenght…his tip running along your slit collecting your wetness while his fingers tease your clit….You both let out a guttural moan in unison as his lenght stretches you deliciously…. “Fuck Baby girl” Jungkook breaths into your neck… he begins to move instantly…his expert hips bucking into you at as many angles as he can manage… the car shaking as he continues to penetrate you… you whine and mewl into his hot skin… your mouth enclosing around his nipple and tugging lightly with every soft heave of his chest…the feel of him filling you up almost too much for you… the screams come all at once… the tender skin of your breasts being abused once more as he continues to thrust… your nails dig half moons into his milky skin as he speeds his ministrations…the wet muscle of his tongue caressing the inside of your own as he claims every nook and cranny of your body… your body wrapping around him like a vine as he continues to chase after your highs…

“Noona” Jungkook mewls his dominant persona finally crumbling as his thrusts began to deepen…his lenght pulling out before delving all the way into you… his plump upper lip captured between his teeth as he continues to drill into you… you raise your hips and begin to meet him thrust for thrust in search of your release. .the feel of him filling you up deliciously as his strong thighs press against your own naked flesh have you seeing the fire works for the second time tonight… “Fuck” you whine into his broad shoulders as you pull him flush against your chest … your lips connect with the pale scream skin of his shoulders which you soon adorn in pink and purple blossoms… his pants are at your ear and you tighten around him every time you feel him getting closer to his own release… Jungkook moans lowly and kisses that spot on your neck in time with his shallow thrusts … his hot seed is spilling into you as he continues to hump into your shallow heat… “You feel so fucking good around my cock” he praises as you milk him dry…. your own body succumbing to his fully… Jungkook’s thickness stays inside of you a bit longer…when he finally comes to a standstill above you… your sweaty limbs still intertwined as the two of you try and regain your breaths and some sort of composer…. “Noona?” Jungkook is the first to break the comfortable silence …”Yes?” you reply propping yourself on your elbow… Can we do that again?” he asks…”Sure thing Coconut head” you say winking at him… Jungkook’s eyes cloud with lust and defiance as he hovers over you once more… “That’s not my name baby girl” … “I think I need to remind you once more don’t I?”Jungkoook muses before he’s pinning your arms above your head with one of his own…

I’MMA NEED HIM TO RESPECT ME!!!!! SOMEONE TAKE AWAY MY KEYS BC MY HOE ASS IS SWERVING LANES AND RUNNING STOP SIGNS FOR THIS BOY.. LIKE I’M SO TRASH FOR KOOK I HONESTLY WENT ON A 20 MINUTE RANT TO MY LANDLORD ABOUT HOW HIS COVER OF “WE DON’T TALK ANYMORE” SAVED MY LIFE… PLEASE SEND HELP…

LIKE JUNGKOOK-AH STAHPPPP…WAIT NO KEEP GOING !!!

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