#is where I got the round purple cat pin

[ladycalleddella]

Bag!!

finally decorated this one.

[a-soft-housecat]

Hi im back!!! (Catkin anon!!)

I've seen you talk about your gear here... if youre comfortable, could you show the gear you do have?

Hope you've been having a lovely day !

☆ Catkin anon

Catkin anon!! Welcome back! I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that this ask got me attacked by my cat multiple times (joking... slightly lol)

Because I still have master mastered the use of tech these images will probably be huge so I'll be putting them under the cut with some information about the gear itself as well :>

-Homemade pin! I did try to limit the size of some of these by meshing two photos together but this just looks like some kids Etsy listing now.... Oh well its the thought that counts! (Extra info is that while I was taking this photo my cat was trying very hard to attack the pin itself) So actually about the pin itself now haha I made this pretty recently! It's made out of a (1) bottle cap (1) pop tab and (1) small safety pin! I can say that curling the edges of the bottle cap without fully warping the middle is nearly impossible but I think I did a pretty decent job! It's much more of a light purple in real life aand since I don't know what else to say I'll move on

-Ears and tail! I also had to put this in a photo editor because it was flipped the wrong way round... (Extra info! My cat thought the fake fur and real fur looked very much like a fun toy so I had to struggle to keep him from attacking them while I took the picture) Now you'll start to notice is that neither of these look very feline-like! Well that's because I don't actually have a lot of gear for my feline kintype (or theriotype whatever you prefer to call it) I already feel very feline in this body so I don't buy gear for it! These ears and tail are actually for a different kintype but since that kintype isn't a soft fluffy house cat it doesn't get a place on this blog and needs to leave (This is a joke I am joking here! I don't talk about my other kintypes because I have an issue where I make too many separate Tumblr blogs and this kintype already has one specific to it and my experiences with being that kintype) Anyway this tail is my favourite of the tails I own however I've also had it for years and my sisters cat (not the one that attacked me throughout making this. that ones mine) found it a few times.. So its a bit battered and now 'retired' which means I don't wear it and it gets a comfy life on my wall to be admired for its beauty and to pay homage to its life<3

-Necklace! Speaking of not at all feline-ish gear here's the necklace I wear every single day! (Extra info! I took this off to take a picture and my cat did actually manage to pull it off the table and ever since I put it back on he's been looking at me like I'm next)

Now I actually do have a story for this! A few months ago when I was looking through my drawers I found the wolf tag and was brought back to when I was but a child (10-11) and I first got it! At that time I had it on a chain necklace which eventually broke as chains do and I loved it so much I put it away so it wouldn't get lost and then forgot about it! So of course when I found it and had since gotten a mostly rope necklace I knew what I had to do for that little 10 year old kid that lives inside me.. I went to the store and got a dogtag as well because I had been meaning to do that with the necklace anyway! Okay so that's all because I've spent an actual hour making this lol and I don't want it to be too word heavy (it already is and I'm sorry) I'm really glad to hear from you again catkin anon! I hope you also have a wonderful day :>

[arkhampsych]

@funnystvff, 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃. ‘ A package decorated in recognizable purple and green, with a rather obnoxious bow tied around the middle, was left right outside the door of Jon's home. A little tag card hung off the ribbon with a hand written HAPPY BIRTHDAY! on the front, the back bearing nothing but a smiley face and a J. Inside were two black bombs that Crane should recognize, as they were used in his presence not too long ago. BOOM! was still painted on them, but Joker had taken the time to strike a red x through the m's of the words- BOO! The only other thing in the box was a sloppily written note: "I thought you'd find these fun! :) Needles already inside, just crack'em open and drizzle the toxin. Give it a little shake. Putting the pins in will activate them so don't pull them back out until you got victims! Have a good one! Loves of love, from ur bff, Mister J xoxoxox" ’

          Dread has many forms. On this Wednesday evening it materialized as a sickly green   omen   laying silently at the foot of Crane’s door. The thought joker had at some point stood outside his apartment without his knowledge was more than a little disconcerting. Crane assessed the box, debating if he should risk disposing of it himself or contact a specialist. 

          Ultimately, the package remained neglected for over a half hour as he worked to arrive at a course of action. He stared at the back of his door from where he sat on the couch, tapping a glass of Sionis’ fine whiskey to the tempo of his whirring thoughts. Exhaling uneasily, he placed his drink on a side table and   finally  retrieved the box from outside his apartment — of course, checking for any obvious signs of      explosive contents.

         lets get this over with.   Against his better judgement, Crane clipped the box’s eccentric bow with a pair of kitchen shears and carefully lifted the lid — leaning a safe distance away so as not to fall victim to potential hijinks. The lack of activity invited Crane to approach the vibrant package, he stepped towards the counter warily gazing at its contents. He flinched, recognizing the round explosives. Crane would’ve started back had the unfamiliar red     ‘ X ’      caught his attention.      boo.     He closed his eyes and released a long sigh, irritated at how tedious the situation had been.

         The note detailing how to repurpose the bombs looked as if it were scribed by a distressed cat or angry bird. Crane read it as thoroughly as he was able, shaking his head in defeat,  “ add  dysgraphia  to your list of diagnosis. ”

[little-fics]

Curiosity Killed the Cat

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Request summary: you are not happy about your daddies new way of keeping track of you, but maybe you could warm up to the idea of it

Warnings: Age regression; pacifier mention; sort of leashes but its like a baby leash connected to a backpack; baby has hurt feelings; I could have missed something so please read at your own risk.

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: I really hope you like it nonnie, I really enjoyed writing it. love you buggy boos <3

You wanted to look at everything not matter where you went with your daddies. At the park it was every dog, every leaf. At the store it was every fluffy thing you could find, every piece of candy or toy. If you saw something you wanted to look at, you were gone. Steve and Bucky had discussed their options after the fifth time you'd run off from them. It wasn't that they didn't want you to look, but you're their baby and you needed one of your daddies to go with you. The problem with that? You forgot in your excitement; a lot.

That's how you've found yourself in this predicament.

You were ready to go to the zoo, tattered thigh jean shorts and a pretty tie-dye shirt with SpongeBob's crew with cute purple shoes. You were bouncing on your heels at the door, waiting impatiently on your daddies. You know better than to go out the door and wait for them by the car, so you're whining, rushing your daddies.

"Papaaaa, it's time to go! We not gonna get to see eb'ryfin'!" Steve came rounding the corner, Bucky trailing right behind him with a lavender backpack in his hand that seemed a little full. Steve picked you up, balancing you on his hip, "We're almost ready little one," he wiggled his finger on your tummy, "we just want to show you something before we go." Bucky held the backpack up, smiling innocently.

It was so cute, it was a shade lighter than your shoes to match perfectly. It was plain, other than the pins and small keychain fidget toys your daddies had surely put on. He opened it up and it had a coloring book, a pack of colored pencils, your favorite pacifier and Lincoln the Ram, the oldest stuffie you had. You reached for the ram, and when you'd pulled him out you saw a bag of candy. Bucky laughed when your eyes lit up, "No baby, that's for today, you can have some later." You jutted your lip out and he shook his head, "Nice try, but puppy dog eyes only work on papa."

When you accepted that, Steve spoke up, "This is a special backpack sweetness." Your brows furrowed as you looked at it, not seeing anything about it. Bucky pulled out a stretchy cord that ended in a scrunchy like bracelet. "When you put this backpack on, daddy or papa will put this on." He slid it on his wrist and tugged at the cord close to his wrist, "So you can't go wondering off like you always do." You whined loudly, "Won' run off!" Your face in Steve's neck, letting out another loud whine.

“Oh silly baby,” Steve kissed your hair, “it’s okay, you’re not in trouble for being curious, we’re just trying to protect our kitty.” You let out a heavy groan, “No, don’ wanna wear it.” You clutched to Lincoln, your chin wobbling on edge of tears. “Dollie,” Bucky said softly, stepping forwards to rub your back, “it’s dangerous when you run away from us, you forget in the pretty head to tell your daddies where you’re going and we can’t find you.” You let out a long groan in protest and stayed in the crook of Steve’s neck, Bucky’s hand still on your back, “We can stay home instead of going and seeing all the animals, would you like that better?” Your head rose and you shook your head at him, “No daddy, I’ll wear it.” Bucky felt a strain on his heart when he saw the way your pout still rested on your face. “You won’t hardly notice it baby,” he kissed your nose, “not with all the pretty animals we’re gonna see.”

When you got to the zoo, Bucky unbuckled you in the back. You always sat in the middle because that’s where you were most protected, so he had to drag you out of the car a bit. “Okay baby,” he held the backpack up, “put ‘em in there.” You just stared at him a minute, “What if I pinky p’omise to be good?” He shakes his head, “Baby, you already are good. You agreed to wear it to be safe, we can’t go in if you’re not going to be safe.”

You huffed and put your arms in it, the band already around Bucky’s wrist. “Good girl, now listen to me baby, you gotta keep your backpack on, it can’t come off or it defeats the whole purpose.” You nodded deftly, body now trained on bouncing towards the gate. As you got around more people, Steve grabbed your shoulder and bent down to your face. “Did you hear daddy baby? That backpack doesn’t come off until we are back in this parking lot or you're in one of our arms, understood?” You nodded and Steve raises his eyebrows, “Yes papa, I understand.” He rubs your cheek with his thumb before giving you a quick kiss, standing back up.

It had worked remarkably well, you’d gotten distracted by all the animals as suspected. You were pulling Bucky around everywhere, and of course with Bucky came Steve. You pulled them to the lions rather quickly, jumping up and down, changing positions all over the outside of the enclosure to see them. “Daddy!” You ran to near the end of the enclosure, stopped dead in your tracks by the leash.

Bucky chuckled, but to you it was no laughing matter. “Wha’ you doin?” You pulled on him, shaking your bag roughly, “Baby, slow down okay, we’ve got plenty of time to look at the lions.” You made an angry face at him and continued to pull at the leash, “Come on! Wanna walk wif it!” You stomped your feet until he finally caught up with you. “Dis’ is why I always look wifout you, you too slow.” Bucky ignores your comment, mainly because you grab his hand and intertwined your fingers with his, shaking his arm and pointing at the big cat, “Take it home wif us?” Steve, who stood behind you, laughed in shock, “That’s a no from me bug, come on, let’s go see what’s next.”

With his recommendation you remember that there are so many more animals at the zoo. You squeak out a high pitched okay and take off skipping. Your long legged daddies had no problem keeping up throughout the next few hours, but then you had to potty. Truth be told, you were tired of looking at the giraffes anyway.

You glanced up to your daddy, who's whispering something in Steve's ear and laughing. You tug on him, and he turns toward you, "Gotta go potty." He smiled, nodding his head, "Of course bug, thank you for telling us without trying to run off." You grumbled and started walking to the bathroom, keeping the leash taught the entire time. You started to shrug off your backpack, irritation creeping up your spine before stopping.

You turned around to Steve and Bucky, a frown plastered on your face. You waited until they were dead in front of you, you slid off the backpack and pushed it roughly into their chest, stomping away to the bathroom. Both of them stared at each other for a moment, Steve commenting lowly, "Awfully grumpy." Bucky's mind swirled, you're not one to be outrageously bratty, so when you came back out, he knelt down and grabbed your hand.

"What's going on my buggy boo? Is something bothering you? You not feeling good?" You shrugged, pulling your hand back and taking the backpack with a wobbling lip. He made a clicking noise, smiling and took the backpack from you. "How about papa wears the backpack and I'll carry you, it's about time for lunch anyway, right?" You seem to instantly relax and let Bucky balance you on his hip, kissing your cheeks.

Steve slipped on the backpack, an odd and tight fit on his body but with the straps completely loosened, it had a millimeter of wiggle room. He starts to lead the way and Bucky whistles sharply at him. Steve turns around with raised eyebrows, but Bucky is looking at you with a 'can-you-believe-him' look.

Bucky turns to Steve, grabbing the bracelet part of the backpack and sliding it on your wrist, "You can't go running off either," Bucky looks down to you, giggling into his shoulder, "isn't that right sweetness?" You nod, looking up to Steve, shaking your wrist, "Papa we gots tuh know you safe!" Steve immediately catches on to what Bucky's doing, and smacks his forehead playfully, "How silly of me, huh dovey?" You pointedly nod, a smug look on your face, "Uh-huh, now nommies please!"

You're in a much better mood being carried by your daddy, shaking the leash playfully at Steve when you sit down at the table. He slid the backpack off of his back, laying it down on the table. "I thought maybe you'd like a dum dum while we wait on Daddy to come back?" Steve was bouncing you on his knee, already popping the sucker into your mouth. You laid your head on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering closed while enjoying the sweet lemon in your mouth, too asleep to notice it disappearing from your mouth.

Bucky sits down with Steve, smiling at your tired form, "I told you she'd tucker herself out and we wouldn't be able to get through the whole zoo today." Steve scoffed, "You act as if she's going to be willing to leave." Bucky kissed Steve softly before planting kisses all over your face, rousing you from sleep.

As much as you don't want to be grumpy, you can't help but frowning at Bucky. He just kisses your nose and tilts his head towards the food at the table. Your eyes land on the chicken strips first and your whole body bounces at sight of the large slushy on the table. "I-Buh-'S mine?" Bucky laughs at your apprehension to breaking the rules, don't have too much sugar. "Of course baby, we thought you'd like something sweet, like yourself."

When you are done eating lunch, Bucky tries to help you put your backpack on, but you run away from him, around the table. "Nuh-uh," you cross your arms over your chest and look to Steve with puppy eyes. "Baby," he starts, coming over to you, sitting on the metal seat, "what's going on? Don't you like your new backpack?" Your bottom lip wiggles again, tears in your eyes, "'S ugly." Steve looks shocked, "Honey, you love purple, what's really going on?"

That's when the damn broke, tears falling from your face and broken sobs coming out. Steve's holding his arms around you, and Bucky's found his way to rub your back. "Shhh, dove, tell papa what's got your head going so fast." You're hiccuping, letting out broken coughs with small gags, unable to form coherent words. Bucky grabs your chin, holding your straw to your lips, "Here baby, take a drink of your slushy." Somehow you listen to him, sugar is always a good bribe for you.

"Dollie," Bucky pulls you onto his lap, "what's wrong?" His eyebrows are raised, forehead against yours, noses almost touching. He's waiting for you to regain a normal breath to press harder. He doesn't get the chance, because you start talking before he can ask again. "J-jus- 'nother reason tuh ignore me."

Bucky's heart breaks, Steve's expression matching the hurt Bucky feels deep inside him. "What on earth are you talking about honey?" Your eyes start to tear up again and Bucky scolds you gently, "No, no more of that you hear me?" You nod and let Bucky wipe away one of your stray tears. "Honey, we bought the backpack because we were so worried, not so we could ignore you. You run around and poke at everything, you forget to tell your daddies what you're doing and it scares us. You understand baby?" You shrugged and Bucky sighed, kissing your cheek. He's about to say something else when Steve picks you up from Bucky's lap.

"Bucky, put the backpack on, let's go," he's gentle about it, but you're still upset. "No! Wanna see more pets!" Steve tries to lightheartedly chuckle, but it comes out dry, "Oh dove, we're not leaving the zoo, we're just moving on." When Bucky has the backpack on he puts the leash on your wrist, just as it was when Steve wore it.

Steve catches you shaking the band around your arm, and a lightbulb goes off in his head. "You see baby?" Steve starts, and you're confused, so he continues, "You're constantly playing with it, that means your eyes are on daddy at all times." You furrow your brows, a pout still resting on your face. "Go on Bucky," Steve nods in an opposite direction, and Bucky starts walking. When the leash reaches the end of its rope, your arm is pulled until Bucky turns around to face you.

You're hesitant, eyes flickering between Steve and Bucky, "No forgettin' me?" You're looking up into Steve's eyes, swimming with love, "Dove, you're everything on our mind every second of every day. We got it so if anything happened, anyone tried talking to me or Bucky, or we argued over dark or milk chocolate, we'd never be too distracted for you." You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, cuddling closely to him.

You can feel the leash pulling on you, and it takes your attention away from Steve. Steve doesn't move his feet though, Bucky playfully moving side to side to pull at the cord around your wrist. "Papa, daddy's tryin' to run off!" You could hear Bucky laugh as Steve caught up to you. "Whatdya say we get some of that ice cream you love so much Dollie, before we go see the rest of the animals?"

You beam at Bucky, a genuine smile crossing your face that lights up your eyes. "Dippin' Dots!" You shake and dance in Steve's arms, "Lemmee down, lemme down! Dippin' Dots! Dippin' Dots! Dippin Dots!" Steve lets your feet hit the ground, and you pout a little, glancing to the backpack. Steve seems to pick up on your hesitation, "How about daddy wears the backpack, you wear the bracelet and hold my hand? That way everyone is kept together and safe?"

You happily take his hand, all wariness thrown to the wind when you started skipping. "Dollie," Bucky stops, making you and Steve stop in place. He looks stern for a minute, but then breaks into a laughing fit, pointing to the righthand turn at the intersection. "You were so excited," he kept laughing, moving you to see the stand with many balloons and a sign that says 'Dippin' Dots', "that you ran right by it!"

You take off running, Bucky and Steve quick to follow. They didn't bother trying to gently reprimand you, they didn't care if you were excited and couldn't contain yourself. In fact, they loved it, as much as they needed a way to keep track of you with the leash, they wanted a way to make sure they never miss your bubbling excitement.

When you've made it to the stand, you are tugging on Steve. He looks down to you, watching your eyes flicker to the balloons. He smiles at you, adding your favorite color balloon to the order. Once you'd all sat on a bench, he starts to tie the balloon around your free wrist but you jerk away. "Daddy," you turn to Bucky, "we switch." You starting pulling the backpack off Bucky without waiting for a response, causing him to struggle to shuffle around his dippin' dots while laughing at you.

You've safely switched who holds what, now chowing on your dippin' dots in your hand and a y/f/c balloon on your wrist. You're starting to think the backpack isn't so bad, maybe you can convince them to buy you more of the things you want if they see you so excited over them.

Or you could always pout about the backpack and get what you wanted any ways.

[soft--dragon]

Let Us Revel In Today, Tomorrow Can Wait

Inspired by this ask here and the world this is set in is from this fic here :D

Word Count: 1,931

Warnings: Just some threats on life but this is the Dream Team we're talking about so it's pretty common for them

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU”

“YOU’VE SAID THAT TWENTY TIMES! I’M STILL LIVING BITCH!”

“GET YOUR ARSE HERE RIGHT NOW!”

Dream sipped at his thermos of coffee while George chased Sapnap with a sword, screaming death threats at the top of his lungs while Sapnap laughed maniacally.

“Idiots,” he muttered, blowing the steam off his drink. “Can’t believe they’re about to make me use the Dad Card.”

Patches, the small purple cat that had turned up a while ago was nested into his palm, purring happily at the attention being given to her. Dream had no idea where she came from originally, but she seemed content with him every time they arrived so he let her be. 

“So sorry about this Patch, gonna have to shout for a moment,” he murmured, rubbing the sweet spot under her chin before lifting his head. “BOYS!” he yelled sharply. 

George and Sapnap immediately froze in place, George’s sword lifted above his head and Sapnap moments away from falling over with how quickly he had paused. 

“Stop trying to kill each other, we’re here to relax,” Dream glared, “and you’re upsetting Patches with all your banshee impressions.”

Patches, who had not cared less about the two loud minecrafters, was offended Dream had stopped paying attention, batting at his hand to keep petting her. 

“Sorry dad,” Sapnap rolled his eyes.

Dream flipped him off. He received a similar response from the bandana wearing man. George however, did not give one damn about annoying Dream. He lunged for Sapnap while he was distracted, the screaming from both of them rolled around the grassy plains. 

Dream sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose as his two friends tousled in the grass, screeching insults at each other and trying to land a good smack. George’s sword had thankfully fallen out of reach for both of them. 

“Jesus christ.” The hoodie cladded man got up off the boulder he was leaning on and approached the two scrapping men. He leaned down and yanked them away from each other, holding them both by the backs of their collars. 

“Can you two go three minutes without trying to murder each other?” He asked genuinely.

George kicked Sapnap’s leg. Sapnap kicked back. 

Dream pressed his eyes closed for a moment then opened them again. “You two are so annoying. Feels like I’m dealing with children half the time.”

“All the children we know would bite someone for fun,” Sapnap raised a brow. “Why can’t we?”

“Tommy is not part of this discussion- wait, have you been biting people-?”

“And what about Tubbo? He throws people just because he can.”

“George, shut up, you don’t have the strength to throw someone.” 

“I’ll throw you out a window if you aren’t careful.”

Dream, despite trying to stay stern, felt a smile twitch at his lips. “Right, sure.”

George glared darkly. “You don’t believe me?”

“Well, not really-”

“That’s rude Dream,” Sapnap suddenly rounded on him, giving him an icy stare. “You can’t say that to my boy George.”

Dream spluttered at the fast change of sides. “You were trying to snap his neck ten seconds ago!” 

“Yeah, and now you’re dissing his strength and making him sound weak. That’s fucked man.”

“I wasn’t-” 

“George, do you want to beat him up or should I?”

“WHAT?”

George’s glare hadn’t shifted. “Let’s both do it, he’s been a prick to both of us.”

Dream’s grip on their collars was lost when Sapnap grabbed his knees and yanked them out from underneath him. Dream went crashing to the grass with a scream, losing his hold on their shirts and letting them go.

“What the fu- guys!”

Sapnap shoved his shoulders down and George slung himself over Dream’s waist, keeping his arms down to the ground.

“Pinned,” George stated. Then just to be a salty prick he added on, “Say I’m strong.”

“You tag teamed me!” Dream yelled, becoming a complete hypocrite to himself about the noise. “How is that fair?!” 

Sapnap squeezed his shoulders a bit. “Wow, someone’s bitter about losing to someone weak.”

Dream’s cheeks puffed out in a splutter of outrage. “I never said-”

“Gogy, I think he deserves some punishment for forsaking you,” Sapnap ignored his friend, finding it rather amusing how Dream was trying so badly to explain himself while getting annoyed. 

“I agree,” George tutted, “he called me feeble and decrepit, like I was some kind of a sickly Victorian child.”

“To be fair you do kinda look like-”

“Sapnap I will rip your throat out.”

The shaggy haired man snorted, grinning at the brunette who was glaring daggers at him. “Relax plague boy,” he winked teasingly, “I was just messing with you.”

Dream subtly tried to sit up while his friend’s were distracted but their hold tightened on him the second they felt movement. 

Sapnap's hands tightened on his biceps. “And where do you think you’re going?” 

Okay, that shouldn’t have sent a chill down Dream’s back as badly as it did.

“Nowhere by the looks of it,” came George’s hum, “absolutely nowhere at all.” 

Dream shrank back into the grass at Sapnap and George’s matching grins, they were far too familiar to him. “Guys, come on, I said I was sohohorry-” Giggles started to slip from Dream as the grass flicked and brushed over his neck, the softness of the strands unbearably light for his sensitive skin. 

And judging by how the other two’s eyes lit up, they knew that too.

“Oh Dweam~” Sapnap purred, chuckling. “Is something a bit tickwish? Is the gwass ticking you~”

The babyish cooing made Dream flush, gritting his teeth and trying to stuff down the giggles building in his chest. “No,” he growled, “fuck off.”

George and Sapnap gasped overdramatically and Dream mentally started digging his own grave, carving his headstone as well while he was at it.

“Fuck off?!” Sapnap repeated, completely and utterly affronted by such an insult. 

“He’s being rude again!” George cried, his smile ruining his angry façade but the silliness of the situation was getting to him. 

“That’s it! He’s gotta apologise to both of us now!” Sapnap declared, quite rightfully too. “George, get his ass.”

Sapnap’s feet landed on Dream’s forearms to keep him pinned, his hands slipping under Dream’s shoulders to scribble at his ribs and pits. The speed runner practically howled, jolting so badly he almost knocked into Sapnap’s chin. He flailed wildly like he was shocked, mad cackles bursting free as his ribcage was attacked by an onslaught of wiggling fingers. 

“Dihihihickhehehead!” Dream gasped, “st-stohohohop ihihihit!” 

“Another insult?! Jesus Christ Dream, you’re really asking for this aren’t you?” Sapnap glared, his lips twitching into a playful smile. 

The hoodie clad man whined in the back of his throat, hunching in on himself when his friend gave a particularly mean swipe to his back. “Ihihihim nohohot! Ihihihim nohohohot!” he protested through frantic laughter. That laughter suddenly jumped up octaves and Dream arched his back with a squeal as something soft and light trailed over the exposed skin on his stomach. 

“Aw cute, you squealed like a little kid,” George hummed, a coy smile on his face as he twirled the object in question that had made Dream go wild with breathy giggles. A Fluff Frond from one of the large trees around the area. 

Dream’s ears were bright pink as he stuttered out protests, his laughter bubbling out of him rapidly. The mirthful sounds only got more squeaky as George meanly curled the soft foliage over his ears and neck, and even though Dream tried to shove his head into his arms to hide, the Fluff Frond followed right behind. 

Sapnap chuckled close to his ear, his fingers idly tapping at the bones of Dream’s ribs and relishing in the wriggles from the man in response. “Goin’ very red there Dreamie boy, this a bit too tickly for you? Can’t handle that fluffy leaf brushing over your neck over, and over again? Aww, that sucks, cause I don’t think George is gonna stop any time soon~”

Dream shoved his cheeks into the crook of his arm desperately wishing the flush in his cheeks would disappear. He whined again, scuffing his boots into the grass. “Sahahahap p-plehehehease-” he begged, wishing the ground would just eat him. Or Patches’ family would arrive and eat Sapnap and George. That would work too. 

“Naww look at him George, he can barely get a word out he’s so giggly,” Sapnap grinned, pressing his nails into the grooves of his ribs and brushing his fingertips against his back. 

“Yeah, I wonder what he’s saying.” George smirked at Dream’s annoyed and flustered groan, taking the Fluff Frond from his neck and pulling it back to his stomach.  

Dream’s hiccupped in laughter, clenching the grass in his fist as he felt George take the hem of his shirt. His stomach trembled and goose bumps raced along exposed skin as George dragged the material up to his ribs. 

“G-Geohohohorge- Geheheheorge plehehehease-” Dream giggled hysterically, watching the Fluff Frond twirl and spin in his friend’s hand. 

The brunette’s smirk widened and he laughed a bit himself. “Awww why? This is my favourite spot, and I think this little guy wants to say hello~” he teased, lowering the soft leaf closer and closer to Dream’s stomach that was sucking in on reflex. 

“Nononononono- ihihit dohehehesen’t!” 

Sapnap cooed, his fingers rubbing against the edges of his ribs and making Dream squirm and cringe into himself, giggling madly. “You don’t think so? Why not Dreamie?” He asked, “I think that fluffy, fuzzy frond would love to nuzzle all over your belly~”

Dream whined, his flustered brain going into overdrive as heat flushed his cheeks more. “Shuhuhush Sahahahap,” he gritted out, trying to speak through bubbly laughter.

George took the opportunity while Dream was looking up at Sapnap to bring the Fluff Frond down and trail across the scarred stomach. A wild squeal tore through the air, Dream’s whole body spasming and loud laughter pouring out from the speedrunner. He yanked at his arms and kicked frantically, tossing his head to the side and screwing up his face when the soft pink grass brushed lightly at his cheeks and nose. 

“GEOHOHOHORGE!” He shrieked in laughter, his legs kicking up again and almost knocking George forwards with the force of his bucking. “NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIT- IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!”

George and Sapnap laughed loudly at Dream’s reactions, the hoodie clad man lost in his mirth as his stomach was mercilessly attacked with the fuzzy frond. The tingles rushing across his lower belly and sides were practically unbearable, sparks shooting through his nervous system and leaving him squirming. 

He’d tickled his friends with Fluff Fronds before, but this was the first time it had been done to him. Good god, how could they stand this for so long? Dream swore if George continued, he was going to die. 

“G-GEHEHEH- GEHEHEORGE C-C’MOHOHOHOHON-! OHOHOHO MIHIHIHY GOHOHOHOD!” 

Sapnap snickered and brought his fingers up from Dream’s ribs to brush his nails on the nape of Dream’s neck, giggling when the man scrunched away with a squeal. 

“D-DOHOHON’T SAHAHAP!”

Dream’s wild, hearty laughter rolled around the peaceful world, brought about by the two tickle monsters on either side of him. It became a rather common sound for this particular world, occurring alongside George’s squeals and Sapnap’s cackles just as much. It was a nice server for them to relax, even with how much George and Sapnap fought and Dream had to deal with them. It always ended in laughter, and that was something they all found comfort in.

[harveywritings92]

Bnha Mafia AU Scenario: You need a new bra

[Summary: Busty reader! the last of your bra hooks break while lifting boxes at work! Leaving you in a bit of pickle, so, you text your friend telling her to go your house get you another bra... At least you though you thought it was your friend...]

"Goddamn lazy sons..." You huffed bending down getting another box of the floor, Naoki your male co-worker was supposed to be doing this but he decided texting on his phone and flirting with Mei from accounting was productive then doing his job! you huffed lifting a box full of text-book up when you felt your bra loosen..*Crap, one of the hooks must've snapped...oh, well I still got two more." then you felt your bra start to slip off did you realize your mistake...

This was the bra from last week! the one that had a broken hook after playing with your cat, you felt the second one snap this when you were putting on your jacket this morning...  Your face was on fire as you awkwardly looked around making sure you were the only person in the storeroom before unbuttoning your blouse and and taking off your broken bra to examine it to see if may the hook didn't break, maybe it just bent and you could fix it! Nope, it was definitely broken... How embarrassing you huffed grabbing your phone and texting your friend telling her it was an emergency!

{My bra broke, I need you get me another at my house! and please hurry my supervisors gonna be here any minute! I'm in Storeroom 13} 

[seen a 12:45 ✔✔]

Twenty minutes later...

"Y/n I got your text open the door"

You blinked bemused that didn't sound like your friend it sounded like... 

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Shigaraki Position: the big boss: You open the door to see Tomura standing outside in the hall, You stared at the mob boss incredulously, before registering what he said *he saw my text...*, You looked down at you phone and saw his name on top of the screen...Your face felt like it was on fire as Shigaraki cleared his throat, you looked at him and saw he was blushing as he held out a bag from a very every expensive lingerie brand which looked at bemused did he buy her a new bra... "Y-you Didn't have get m-" He cut you off "Just take it!" You blinked and took the bag from the white haired mob boss, who waited outside thinking about the embarrassing situation at the lingerie store... 

He got that text and went to ask Kurogiri to bring the car around as he was going to attend to your wishes, until Dabi got a look at his phone and snorted. "Well, no shit it broke, she's not even wearing the right size!" the hit man noticed his boss eying him suspiciously. "And how exactly would you know that?" the scarred man just smirked knowing Shigaraki doesn't have a lot experiences with women.

"Boss I'm hit-man, it's my job to analyze people right down to what brand of socks they wear, You think I wouldn't notice a chick with {y/cup} size boobs in a {not y/cup} bra? it pretty obvious, especially when she does that little squirmy shrug thing with her shoulders."  

Shigaraki seemed to take this to heart as he didn’t like the thought of you being uncomfortable, So he had Kurogiri to take him to a lingerie store instead of your home, needles to say the staff were all on edge when the notorious head of the Shigaraki group came waltzing into their shop, looking around nervously at the various styles and varieties of underwear and sexy sleepwear.

One of the sales ladies finally mustered up the balls to approached and asked if he needed help. Shigaraki explained the situation and the lady put on a tight smile and helped him with obvious reluctance, before setting on a sky blue bra, but then Shigaraki paused when he saw a couple of other sleep sets he figured you'd like and one that he liked that was made to look like a game controller bought those too. 

He heard the door open and saw you walk out, Tomura cheeks were pink when he noticed that your chest looked like it had gotten perkier, that extra padding really was worth it, he'll have to have Kurogiri send those ladies at the Lingerie store a card or something... "D-does it fit alright?" He stammered scratching his neck while looking a you nervous about your reaction. "Yeah, actually it fits nice..." You said surprised that you're boyfriend got your size right. 

"That good! that's nice!...um I have to go I see you after work" he said kissing you on the cheek and walking out the back door, just as your worried boss rounded the corner asking why the head of Shigaraki was here? and where had he gone, yeah forgot to mention your company in under the Shigaraki's protection, but that was long before you and Tomura were a thing.

Needless to say when you got home that evening you were very surprised to find at least four more bags of Lingerie waiting for you on your coffee table, your face felt like a furnace as you read a note from Tomura detailing his high hopes that you'll be wearing at least one of them, and what he plans to do with you when he comes over to play later!~ 

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Dabi Position Hitman/Enforcer: There stood Dabi dried blood on his jacket (at least you think it was dry, the jacket too black to tell.) with a pervy grin on his face as he held up a bag from a lingerie store... your eye twitched and went close the door in his face when he wedged his foot in the door to stop you. "Easy there Fairy~ I'm just answering your distress signal!" he said teasingly causing you look at him oddly.

"What are you on about?" He put his hand in mock hurt. "Oh that text wasn't for little ol'me?" Again you looked him like he'd grown six heads, before looking down at your phone and saw that, yes. You had texted Dabi instead of Abbi, oops... "Actually that text was meant for Abbi. " the hit-man took then shrugged. "Well then I guess I'll be goin.." You grabbed his arm. "h-Hold up!, hold up lets not be hasty now!" he looked back at you with a smirk as he handed you the bag.

Dabi waited outside the door when he heard you muffled "What the fuck?" then you angerly yelling at him. "Get in here right now!" the hitman resisted the urge to burst of laughing at your face, as you held up a cupless bra for him to see. "If you seriously think I’m gonna wear this I'm cutting your dick of right now!" you hissed as Dabi feigned innocence. "What. what wrong with it?" He eyes watched you reach for a shelf where they store the extra blades for the Paper-guillotine, and he put his hands up.

"Okay, okay I’m just kiddin' with ya!" he took the bag from you and pulled out a dark purple bra with teal polka dots the inside of the cup was also teal, you hummed before putting it on and were pleasantly surprised that it fit you! "That feel better than that [not y/cup] size rag you've been wearing?"  You gawked at him bemused "Wait...I was wearing the wrong size? How did you notice?" Dabi said you squirming your shoulders and walking around like the hunch back of Notre-Dame was a dead giveaway.

You hummed putting your shirt back and Dabi with this little smirk on his face seeing the improvement that bra. "Looks like Patty and Selma are safe and snug in their new home.~" he purred watching them puff up when you crossed your arms. "I still don't get why you named them after the aunts from The Simpsons." You say as you watch him check his phone. "Because!" He kissed you on the cheek before going to the window. "...They're always smokin~" he winked before hopping out the window and running into the foggy afternoon, just as you boss cam in asking if you were done with inventory? And where the hell was your male co-worker?! that night Dabi was pleasantly surprised to find you trying on the cupless bra; checking yourself out in the mirror let's just say the Hitman was definitely buying you more underwear if he gets to come home that every night!~

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Hawks position smuggler/police informant: You were confused seeing your boyfriend standing in the hall "Hey Dove." he greeted smiling coyly and holding a sparkly bag from a Lingerie store, you looked at him oddly. "Uh...Hi?" you looked to see if your friend was hiding behind him, nope just his wings... "Why are you here?" you asked. "I got your text, see?" he took his phone and showed you his phone, your face felt warm as you saw your text staring you in the face.

You must've mistaken Keigo for Kaiko "Oh... That wasn't for you. " You hummed embarrassed Keigo didn't seemed to mind as he held out the bag to you causing you heat up realizing he bought you underwear... Which you were reluctant to take. Now it's not that you didn't trust Keigo it's just his track record buying you clothes isn't very good... but then you looked at your options and sighed taking the bag from the blond; not seeing the sneaky smirk Keigo was trying to hide.

 before he heard you go "what the hell?" he snorted and walked in the storeroom to see you holding up this, ugly neon yellow mesh bra littered with green sequins in the shape of peacock feathers that covered your nips, You looked at the bra then him at almost scared. "Dude..." You murmured in disbelief that he actually expected you to wear this! he burst out laughing you pouted and started hitting him. "Ow...ow, haha! Okay!...heh, Okay!" He snorted as he checked the bag he gave you and under all the cray paper he pulled out this red bra with little gold stars on it, it looked cute but you were skeptical as you put it on. 

"Holy crap, it fits...."You looked at him suspiciously as you were putting your shirt back on. "Who helped you?" You asked watching at he stiffened up "I don't know what you talking about..." he smiled coyly as you crossed your arms and cocked a brow, before watching Keigo's smile drop, your brows furrowed as you watched one of Keigo's feather's shot out through a gap in the door and you heard a yelp!

You both went outside in the hall to find your co-worker Naoki pinned to the wall by Keigo's feather his cell phone laying at his feet, the blond's eyes narrowed as he picked it up and looked through it, Keigo growled when he found photos of you changing on it. He looked at Naoki in disgust before crushing the phone much to your co-worker protest and hawks pocketed the memory card, then turned to Naoki. "I'd keep my mouth shut about this if I were you bub.”

Keigo hissed as brought another razor sharp feather up to nervous man's face and pressed it against his cheek. "Or else you'll learn the meaning of “”Snitches get stiches””... Ya get me?" Naoki nodded and Keigo put him down and watched him run, The blond then turned to you with a cheeky smile. "Wanna go the lunch?" You agreed and hastily left with your birdbrained boyfriend.  

[uwuwriting]

Todoroki, Shinsou and Iida protecting you

Request: Hello can I request todo, shinsou and iida protecting their girlfriend from cat callers or something like that? Basically her being in a really uncomfortable situation and even though she is a fearless hero in the field because of past trauma she freezes up in these situations? Thank you - anonymous

This post might trigger some people since they might have experienced something similar both in the cat calling and past trauma department. I’ve never really written anything so serious and triggering before so this might suck. I’m sorry in advance. So TW beware. Love yaa.💖💖💖

rules

warnings: trauma, PTSD, semi non-con but not explicit, cat-calling, harassment, ends in fluff

Todoroki Shouto

-Shouto is really protective of you. 

-Not an overbearing type of protective, he just wants you to be safe and sound. 

-Also he knew about your abusive past.

-When he shared his family background you shared your own trauma and history with physical abuse. 

-It hurt him to hear you saying that someone you trusted, someone who used to be in his place, betrayed you like that. 

-If he could find your ex and beat him to a plump because of how he scarred you, he would. 

-But you reassured him that you were alright now, that he showed you what being loved felt like even though he himself didn’t really know how to love and that your past is what pushed you to be a hero. 

-Your relationship lasted even after high school and now, one year into the adult world, you two lived together. 

-It had been a tough day for your boyfriend at work, having to fight three major villain attacks and a mountain of paper work to tackle. 

-Fighting along side you was the highlight of his day. 

-He was the first to arrive at your apartment and had gotten to preparing dinner for you when his phone rang. 

-You smiled back at him from the screen as he accepted the call. 

- “Hey, love. I making so-”

- “Sho someone is following me.”

-He heard the panic in your voice and immediately turned off the stove walking to the door to put on his shoes. 

- “Y/N where are you?”

-You gave him your location and he was out the door in no time. 

-He kept you on the phone, talking to you, trying to restrain your panic. 

- “H-he was outside of the pharmacy near the a-agency.” 

-You never stuttered, oh god he was going to kill the man. 

- “I walked past him and he grabbed my arm a-and pushed me on the w-wall. Shouto he tried to t-touch me.”

-He was running now, his rage making his quirk go crazy as flames rose from his left shoulder. 

- “Baby I’m almost there, go into the convenience store on the corner and wait in there.”

-Your weak okay from the other line pushed him further. 

-He knew how certain acts reminded you of your ex, even after all these years. 

-They would send you into a small panic and even though you were one of the top upcoming heroes , you were still human at the end of the day your own past haunting you. 

-He was always there to chase those fears and memories away, never letting them get to close to you. 

-And now that’s exactly what he has set out to do; chase away the man who tried to hurt you. 

-Rounding the corner he was met with a sight he wished to never ever witness again. 

-It seems that you hadn’t made it into the store when he hang up and he slapped himself for not keeping you on the call for longer. 

-He heard your sobs as the man had you pinned to the wall his hand trying to unzip your jeans. 

-Shouto was fuming. 

-Without a second thought he grabbed the man by his jacket and shoved him to the ground, grabbing your elbows to steady you before pushing you gently behind him as the man stood up. 

- “Want a taste of her too boy?”

- “Get the fuck away from her!”

-Shouto kept one of his arms behind him pressing you onto his back as the other activated his quirk frost forming from his elbow to his palm. 

-He could feel your trembling as you clutched onto his shirt, on of your hands grasping his own squeezing it. 

-The man backed away at the sight of Shouto’s ice raising his hands in the air admitting defeat. 

-Shouto however had other plans. 

-Freezing the man on the spot he growled as he fished his phone out of his pocket and called the police reporting what the man had done and his location.

- “If I ever see you again anywhere near her I’m not going to be this kind got it?”

-And with that you two left as the police sirens sounded in the distance. 

-Back in your apartment, Shouto helped you get undressed and then ran you a bath, wiping away the man’s touch and leaving small kisses were his hands used to be. 

-He helped you get dressed in one of his hoodies and a loose pair of sweatpants before setting you down on the couch and ordering your favorite food.

-He heard your small sniffles and sat down beside you, bringing you on his lap and letting you cry it out, rocking you back and forth as he kisses your hair.

-You calm down after some time but Shouto won’t let you leave his embrace.

- “I won’t let anyone else hurt you ever again. I don’t care where I am you will always call me when something happens. I love you.”

-For the next month or so Shouto was at your beck and call, never leaving your side and even going as far to take some days off to spend as much time with you as possible.

-He kept his promise as he kept you safe for the rest of your lives. 

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Hitoshi was there for you when he found out about how one of you family members had hurt you. 

-He was there when you would wake up with nightmares while sleeping in his dorm. 

-Or when you had panic attacks after someone came at you in a way that seemed all too familiar. 

-He was there every step of the way. 

-Hitoshi was really amazed at how you zoned in on your work and those thoughts never held you back. 

-PTSD was hard to battle and even harder to deal with in a work place such as yours. 

-After high school your panic attacks fell in numbers, leaving you to rest peacefully at night.

-Shinsou was sure he had chased your demons away, that you felt completely safe with him and that he would never see your trembles of fear ever again.

-But he was wrong. 

-You two were out on a date, walking along the beach on a sunny day enjoying each others company. 

-Shinsou went to buy you two ice cream leaving you to wait for him on a bench.

-You were minding your business, checking up with your agency to make sure everything is alright; after all it’s not everyday that your main two heroes are out of commission for the day. 

- “Damn girl where’d ya get all that ass!”

-It came from a group of man behind you who were staring at you like a piece of meat.

-You tried to ignore them switching to your messages ready to text Hitoshi.

- “Those shorts look so tight on you sweetheart.”

- “I bet it’s not the only thing that’s tight about her.”

-You had frozen up at the nickname.

-It brought back everything you and Shinsou had managed to scare off, pushing them down your throat making your insides twist in disgust. 

 -He isn’t here it’s just some awful cat callers, Y/N calm down. 

-You tried to calm yourself down using your common sense, separating the two situations and pointing out the differences, a  technique Shinsou had taught you while you were still in high school.

-You were so lost in thought you hadn’t noticed the three men hovering over you, one of them reaching down to grasp your thigh. 

-That’s when you started to tremble.

- “Aw look at her, she’s so excited..”

- “Let’s go have some fun pretty girl.”

- “We’ll make you feel so good you won’t be able to walk home.”

-You shoved the man’s hand away and went to get up only for an arm to snake around your waist  pulling you back down on the bench. 

- “Now now sweetheart don’t be naughty.”

-You wanted Hitoshi. 

-You wanted your Hitoshi so bad right now.

-And as if you had summoned him, purple hair could be seen above the men’s heads. 

-Shoving them off of you one more time you pushed through hitting Shinsou’s chest as he wrapped an arm around you. 

-He pushed you behind his back before scanning the three men, leveling them with a glare so sharp it could slice right through them. 

- “You better leave my girl alone before I get really angry.”

-The men scrambled to their feet before running off, terrified from Hitoshi’s structure. 

- “Kitten! Kitten are you alright? Did they hurt you? Please kitty talk to me.”

-Tears ran down your cheeks and Shisnou just pulled you gently into his chest before telling you that he was taking you home.

-This man will do everything in the house after that. 

-He undresses you and helps into the shower to clear their touch from your skin, then he dresses you in one of his large hoodies and lays you on the couch. 

-He can see you are still trembling so he comes back and takes you into his arms before going back to doing whatever he had in mind. 

-Now this is a scene to behold. 

-Two of Japan’s strongest heroes are walking around their house cosplaying a panda and its bamboo stick. 

 -He orders take out and then lays on the couch, still having you on his lap drowning your sobs in his chest as he says over and over again how sorry he is for leaving you alone and how much he loves you. 

-He knows you haven’t had an episode in what felt like ages. 

-It really shook him seeing you so helpless and terrified again. 

-He swore he would never see that petrified glint in your eyes. 

-That was his new mission. 

-And he was willing to do anything to accomplish it. 

Iida Tenya 

-Iida is well aware about how your ex had forced you to do certain things with him. 

-He also knew how you believed that what had happened had been your fault. 

-He had reassured you that nothing was your fault,that your ex was to blame and to never see yourself other than the victim in this situation. 

-It hurt him to see you suffer so much. 

-He had provided you with a shoulder to cry on and soon enough you two were together.

-When during your last year of high school, his comfort and words didn’t really cut it he encouraged you to see a therapist. 

-And that helped you a lot. 

-It untangled the parts Iida couldn’t reach on his own and coupled with his support you managed to pull yourself fully out of the whole that your ex had dug. 

-Now Iida knew that somethings still triggered you. 

-He knew what he should and shouldn’t do while you two are being intimate and what he should watch out for. 

-So when you two are taking the train to visit Deku in his agency for his birthday and he feels you squeezed his hand a little too hard he knew something was up. 

-You had buried you face in his shoulder, something he wouldn’t allow if you had asked, squeezing his hand as your breathing became uneven. 

-Iida looked around expecting to see your ex somewhere thinking that he was the reason for your small attack. 

-But he found no one he knew in the crowd. 

-Then his eyes fell back down to you and from the corner of his eye he caught movement under your dress. 

-Following the source of the movement with his eyes he was met with the lustful eyes of a grown ass man, his hand under your skirt groping and squeezing you. 

-He saw his hand trying to separate your thighs and that’s when he fully snapped. 

-Grabbing the man’s hand he shoved it in his chest before placing himself between you and him. 

- “How dare you touch her like that? You should be ashamed of yourself!!”

-The whole train was looking at the man at this point and Iida could see how the vein on his forehead popped. 

- “Being an adult, you should know better.”

-Others chimed in insulting and shaming the man while others asked you if you were alright. 

-At the next stop the person got off a chain of angry comments following him out. 

- “Y/N honey are you alright?”

-You buried your face in his chest and he let you stay there for the rest of the ride. 

-He placed on hand on your back rubbing soft circles over your sweater and talking to you not allowing your thoughts/memories to creep further into your mind. 

-He kept your hand in his for as long as you were away from your apartment. 

-You would squeeze his hand every now and then, grounding yourself. 

-Once at home late that evening he pampered you. 

-He ran you a bubble bath and cooked your favorite food. 

-He made a small pillow fort on your couch while you were in the bath and he waited for you to finish. 

-The rest of your day and night was spent in your boyfriend’s arms never letting you go once. 

-He provided his warmth and comfort. 

-Just like when you were in high  school.

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oh dreammmm. Shut up Tommy.

Okay so I was watching Tommy's stream today and it gave me this very out of character idea for my crime au.

The pilot episode: 2 & 4

Masterlist

Its a few days after the dream teams public execution that terrorized the city. 

Dream, George and sapnap are hanging out in a backstreet bar that's notoriously know to be one of the many criminal friendly bars around the city. Even though all of their faces were partially revealed to the public, nobody seemed to bat an eyelid at the trio. They didn't even look like criminals at all to be honest

They were all laughing and joking and just having an all round good time

Until dream heads home early to feed his cat, and feels a presence behind him as he walks through the streets to his apartment.

He turns round and pins the person to the alley wall just as he felt a hand near his back pocket

“Woah-o-ho okay okay” Dream swears he hears the guys voice crack

“Hey man, that's my bad. I’m sure we can work things out, just please don't shank me, my mum wants me home by 11.”

Dream furrows his eyebrows and looks the guy up and down.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, he looks more like a kid

He’s got a thin frame and straggly hair that he cant tell weather its light brown, or just dirty. His face is red but mostly pale with a few cuts and a large purpling black eye on the left side of his face. The kids facial expression takes dream by surprise. He doesn't look like someone whose being pinned to the wall by, basically a mass murderer. 

In fact, he looks like someone he knows.

“Tommy?”

This is the kid that used to follow techno everywhere.

“Well I mean yes but, h-how do you know that if you don't mind me asking big man.”

Dream releases Tommy and steps back from the wall, the kid looks confused but he follows closely behind when the taller of the two motions for him to join him out of the alley.

Tommy smirks for a second until dream turns back around

“Wallet first.”

Tommy sulks for the rest of the walk

Its a few months later and Tommy looks a bit older, he’s still covered in bruises and his hair is still dirty. He’s sat on top of one of the larger buildings in the city, swinging his legs over the edge and looking down into the street below 

He knows Wilbur will be worrying where he’s gotten to, especially since tensions in the city are so high right now, but he needed to get away. He needed time to think.

He looks up to the stars and thinks of how alone he felt when techno disappeared without a trace. Remembers feeling so upset with the world, so worthless and lost. He still thinks it was his fault the kingpin of the city went away. Maybe he had finally gotten fed up with Tommy, maybe he’d annoyed him too much, he knows he was defiantly being too clingy. And he thinks a part of him will always deem himself to be a burden to others.

But then he met dream, and life changed.

( Or rather, he pickpocketed dream and suddenly this strange man he tried to steal from wanted him in his life )

And suddenly he felt less alone

He learnt very quickly that the man he tried to pickpocket was in fact the masked man he’d been watching all over the news, and man did he annoy the hell out of the dream with the amount of questions he asked.

He didn't know why the older man wanted to keep him around, especially since he knew of his close connections to his ( former ) rival technoblade, but he was very grateful for the friendship regardless.

Dreams friends weren't as quick to trust him, and tommy didn't blame them. ( He did try to steal a number of there possessions )

He remembers the first heist dream ever brought him on. He was supposed to be on crowd control with sapnap, but one of the hostages lunged at Tommy when sapnaps back was turned, wrestling the startled kid to the ground. Tommy was never the best at winning fights, he usually just let his opponents get a few hits in and then they would usually walk away with whatever possessions he had on him, but this guy wasn't backing down. 

He hit Tommy a few times before taking the gun from his hands and pointing it in his face. He remembers this as one of the only times in his life he showed how truly scared he was infront of other people.

The guy tried to use Tommy as negotiation to let everyone out of the bank unharmed, neither sapnap nor George knew how to handle the situation, but as soon Tommy saw Dream re emerge from the vault pistol in hand, he didn't feel scared anymore.

Tommy smirks at the memory and looks up from where he was watching his feet swing back and forth, in the distance he sees the rubble of the bank and he almost wishes he could go back to that day just to see if he could tell if Dreams worry was just another ploy for the public .

The young boy hears the creak of the metal door behind him and he knows its Dream. He doesn't turn around to look at the man, he doesn't even really want to have this conversation, but he cant pretend like there's nothing wrong forever. Dream knows him now, knows his queues and quirks and even through the stress of an incoming war, he knows that Tommy's upset.

“Shouldn't you be in l’manberg”

Dream doesn't join tommy on the ledge 

“You know its not safe for you here.”

Tommy doesn't look at him

“Tommy”

“What dream!”

“Oh so its dream now is it.”

“Yeah its fucking dream”

“What the hell Tommy, what's you deal man .”

“What's my deal? I’ll tell you what my fucking deal is.”

Tommy stands up from the ledge and pushes himself into dream space. “Why were you so persistent to become my friend ay. You knew, you knew I had connections to techno, pretty fucking close connections dream. And even when the people you trusted with your life told you over and over again that I was gunna fuck you over, you went against them to keep me, fucking me in your life. Why the fuck did you want a scrawny ass, shit for brains, worthless fucking kid in you life dream? Was it to get back at techno? Was it ! Because I cant think of any other fucking reason dream!” Tommy was so caught up in his own anger he almost didn't hear dreams reply.

“He asked me to!”

Tommy's breath hitches and he feels like times stood still, for a second he forgets how to breath, how to think. He doesn't know how to feel.

Tommy watches Dreams facial expression, only just notices that he hasn't got his mask on. He watches Dream furrow his eyebrows and then soften as he try's to put his hand on Tommy's shoulder, but the younger boy just swats his hand away. “Don't touch me.” Tommy try's to be aggressive but Dream sees how tired tommy is and he notices the tears building up along his waterline.

Its a while before Tommy speaks again

 “What do you mean, he asked you to.”

“He didn't do it in person, probably would have shot him otherwise. He sent me a letter, few days after everyone realized he’d gone for good. It was smart, sending something that wasn't digital, probably would have been hacked by some shitty fangroup by now. Told me he was going, and that he probably wasn't going to come back. Told me to look out for you, to tell you not to go looking for him, and than none of this was your fault cause he knew you were a stupid kid who would blame everything on yourself.”

Tommy's a lot calmer now, he still feels tears threatening to spill but he doesn't make an effort to wipe them away. “Why didn't you tell me.”

“Didn't think it would make a difference. Thought it would just make you think I was only looking after you because of a debt.”

“Arnt you?”

“You think Id put up with your teenage bullshit for this long if I didn't care about your stupid ass.”

Tommy searches his friends face for anything, any indicator that he was telling a lie. Out in the field when his masks on he’s unreadable, his expression is worthless because everything he does is an act. But when he’s talking to his friends, in the comfort of their headquarters or their apartment, his expressions change like the weather. So when Tommy sees dream give him warm eyes and a soft smile, he cries.

He sobs and falls into dreams arms. He wraps his arms around his friend and for the first time he hugs dream without feeling like a burden of any kind and he feels like the world has been lifted from his shoulders.

Dream lets Tommy sob into his embrace for a while before he addresses the elephant in the room. “Your not safe outside l’manberg Tommy.”

“I know.” Tommy mumbles into dreams tear stained shoulder.

“You know I cant promise that your friends wont get hurt tomorrow.”

Tommy only nods at this

“Knew you'd be to stubborn to give up on this.”

Tommy smiles and lifts his head, “Have my disks thought you nothing old man.”

“Hey! I'm not that old.”

They step away from each other now, Tommy hovers at the door to the roof. The sun would start to rise soon, and he needs to get back to his part of the city before Wilbur has a heart attack. They stand there, so many things left unsaid. Tommy wants to tell dream to spare Tubbo, to make him tell the Dream smp not to kill his friend, but even Tommy's immunity is falling apart at this point. Dream wants to tell Tommy to convince his friends to surrender, he doesn't want the boy to see the bloodshed. Maybe he even wants to convince him not to take part in the war at all, but he knows his attempts would be futile.

“Hey, whatever happens out there tomorrow.”

Tommy cuts dream off and just nods “I know.”

They look at each other one last time, both wishing tomorrow would never come. Tommy's eyes water again, he knows he’s doing the right thing, for him, for his friends, and for l’manberg.

Tommy slips out the door and he never looks back

[jinxedpanda4life]

DamiRae Hospital AU?

  No I am not writing one, if I could write well I would though! So here are some HCs for a hospital AU.    If someone decides to write this then I’ll be your first reader. Also I am sort of basing things off of Grey’s Anatomy just a bit and my limited knowledge of the medical field.

- Starts of as 1st year residents, specialties may vary

- The “Titans” are residents and 1st years that show great promise, this doesn’t really play a role its just what people call them behind their backs

- Dr. Kori Anders is a OBGYN (women parts and birth) resident, a year or two away from finishing

- Dr. Richard “Dick” Grayson is is a surgery resident, trained by the hospital owner Bruce Wayne (who is a world renowned surgeon, has awards, etc), specifically general surgery

- Dr. Garfield Logan is pediatrician (kid doctor) res, bonds well with kids, but is considering going back to school to become a vet instead

- Dr. Jaime Reyes is an oncology (cancer doctor), having had cancer as a teen and is now forever trying to rid the world of it, works mostly with kids and teens

- Dr. Jonathan Kent is a physical therapist that works with pain management. Up beat guy and is always trying to brighten his patient’s lives.

- Dr. Damian Wayne is a surgical intern, blood thirsty little thing, hoping to become a neurosurgeon (brain, spine) (or cardiothoracic (heart, lungs) both are competitive)

- Dr. Raven Roth is an anesthesiologist (the drug person that knocks you out) and is starting her surgical internship (she wanted to do more than just help people get high essentially or whatever) has no current preference for any specific surgical field

- Add in characters:

-- Dr. Jason Todd, trauma surgeon (fits too well)

-- Dr. Timothy Drake diagnostician (medical detective basically) 

-- Dr. Donna Troy gynecologist

-- Terra Markov is a nurse (i don’t like Terra but nurses are the actual best)

- Story stuff:

- Damian and Raven meet as they are put under the guidance of the same resident

-Damian has an automatic dislike for Raven because she knows everyone already and is equally, if not much more, knowledgable about surgery, the OR, the ER, protocol, etc  He also thinks she is cold because she rarely shows emotion (pot kettle Damian)

- Raven can always be found in the medical archives researching old cases and studying new ones, Damian stumbles upon her when looking for an old cardiomegaly case (enlarged heart).

- Raven gets along with all of the past ‘Robins’ making her a go to intern

- Garfield can be seen whenever he is not needed trying to flirt with Nurse Markov and often goes to Raven to sulk 

- Damian and Raven are always early to pre-rounds and are typically the first ones there (usually early in the morning, getting there before 500)

- Jon bumps into Damian more often than not and they start becoming friends (Damian is reluctant at first and is still you know Damian about everything), Damian even recommends patients to him 

- Though Damian doesn’t want to really ‘hang out’ with anyone he reluctantly hangs out with the Titans, because of Jon and Dick

            - When in a large group when at a bar, club or whatever Damian tends to stay close to Raven because 1) they actually have things to talk about 2) she isn’t loud

- Raven & Damian are both assigned to a case that is frankly befuddling and have to start spending long nights and early mornings together to figure it out

- Over that period of time they learn things about each other:

-- Raven learns: 

Damian has a dog (Titus) and cat (Alfred) 

He is single (Kori told her) and lives in an apartment close to the hospital

He has lived in various countries

He is trained in multiple martial arts 

He prefers his tea with brown sugar and a slice of lemon 

His eyes are a true emerald color with a ring of gold and flecks scattered within 

He may hide it well but when Raven compliments him he becomes flustered

He speaks to himself in Arabic when he curses, trying to remember something, doesn’t want anyone to know what he is saying

He isn’t always an asshole

When he actually smiles a true and genuine smile, she has heart palpitations

-- Damian learns:

Raven has two tattoos (neither are a bird), a gang tat (she is saving up to get it removed), and a mantra in Azarathian; Azarath Metrion Zinthos

She immigrated from Azarath when she was around 8

Her notes are in Azarathian

She actually feels a lot of emotion and knows how to control them

If she is not reading about a current or past case she is reading any book or file she can get her hands on, he has caught her reading in multiple different languages; Azarathian, English, French, Russian, Arabic, Dutch, Mandarin, (could be more or less)

She lives alone and has a cat, Nevermore, and thanks to Dick he already knew she was single

She likes all tea, no matter how prepared, but prefers the sweetener to be honey

Her hair is black but shines purple, especially under the ER lights

Her eyes are a purple that at first glance look blue, like Elizabeth Taylor, he realizes though her eyes are galaxies on their own 

When she smiles the world actually stops moving, her eyes shine like stars and he never wants the world to start moving again

She always wears a necklace with a gold and ruby ring at all times (it was her mother’s wedding ring)

- When Damian starts having le feelings for Raven he considers actually seeking medical advice as this has never happened to him before

- Raven tries her best to contain her feelings when at work, going so far as one day a month staying home just to scream, cry and feel her feelings

- It does not help that new feelings towards Damian start popping up, especially since he starts bringing her tea and hanging out with her at work

- During the middle of their 2nd year of residency someone holds Raven hostage in the hospital to fix someone that person loves (this person had connections to Trigon and knew who Raven was)

- That was not a fun time for either Damian or Raven; Damian was outside the hospital pacing trying to figure something out with the other Titans trying to calm themselves and him down

- Shots are fired and when all is said and done, Raven gets shot in the abdomen and the hand (she was in ICU for a hot sec)

- Damian seemed to be there every time Raven woke up, he was always checking on her during rounds even though he wasn’t on her case

- Raven did have to have surgery on her hand and in her abdomen (idk where i’m not getting that specific), she hated being, in her words, coddled 

- Even though Raven was right handed (the one that got shot) she learned how to do everything, writing, eating, going to the bathroom, etc. (many of the other residents are impressed since she keeps working on it after her other hand heals)

- Raven’s room also becomes a space for other residents to destress and just vent about their day. She listens and gives advice, all without looking up from whatever she was doing. 

- During this time Raven becomes hooked on Pretty Pretty Pegasus

- Raven’s room is also full of cards, flowers, etc all from fellow staff and some from patients. When she leaves (she spends a couple weeks in thanks to multiple surgeries, recovery, and other minor injuries) all of the gifts litter her apartment, the cards end up in a box by her desk, she presses the flowers, and stuffed animals are donated to children’s shelter (she keeps some that she has grown attached to)

- During this time Damian is more of an ass than usual (people notice and tease him)

- Damian at some points keeps working without breaks/sleep for hours on end. Dick pulls him aside after noticing, scolds and forces him to sleep in one of the on call rooms. (He really wanted him to go home, but Damian wasn’t leaving)

- Once Raven was discharged Damian and Garfield help her back home (clothes + gifts + Raven w/a healing hand/other injuries = need help) the other Titans would have helped but were needed at the hospital

- Garfield leaves after dropping off Raven and Damian (and her stuff) as he is called in on a Peds case (could be fake, may not be) and Raven & Damian spend the rest of the time basically watching terrible movies. (with Nevermore sitting on both of them)

- That is the night Damian realizes that not only does he like Raven, but he like likes her. He starts devising plans on how to get her to date him. 

- All his plans basically are thrown out the window because of one reason or another (he kept overthinking it)(poor guy)

- It is not until their 3rd year of residency that Raven realizes her feelings towards Damian (Have I made it clear she likes him? I can’t remember...)

- She realizes her feelings when she has to crash at his place for a night (because he lives ridiculously close to the hospital, like how expensive is that??) and he tries to make sure that she is as comfortable as possible 

- She never realized how much he cared for her? Like she was always helping him out and there for him but she never realized he reciprocated that care? *Shocker*

- Raven becomes kind of a mess because of all her emotions that she is trying to bottle up. (all the corks are disintegrating and the jar is overflowing)

- Raven is during her Ortho rotation (bone surgeon people, they are cool, ik from experience) that she actually gets a good release for her emotions (setting peoples bones and drilling and hammering in pins is actually therapeutic) 

- Raven thinks that may be the specialty she chooses

- Damian saw her as a mess and could not fathom why she was said mess, he figured it was about a romantic interest after someone made an offhand comment about her love life and she became a blubbering mess (very un-Raven like)

- After all of well *motions with hands* that Raven asks why Damian doesn’t have a s/o or someone

- He says there is only person that he has been meaning to ask out (looks pointedly at Raven)

- All Raven says is “Go for it.”

And that is where my HCs end. Now if anyone who happens upon this post decides to write a Medical AU with any of these please tag me, tell me, message me. 

You do not have to give me credit, I just want to read it. 

This took me a couple of days to write up, so if it is disjointed I apologize. 

If anything needs to be corrected for any reason let me know!

 I hope this fuels some imaginations!

-I may post more HC AU things if they come to mind, we will have to see.

[trailshome]

Could you describe what each of the ros look like and what they usually wear? Loved the game and I also think you are very sweet.😚💕

//asdasda stopppp!! you anons are the sweet ones!! omgg... no there aren’t tears in my eyes hnnng  💖 💖

Finlay is a statuesque Fyvar whose features are very angular. With sharp cheekbones, a narrow chin, and a wide jawline, they are often described as rather attractive, almost hero-like in the way they glower down at their enemies. They have a wide, flat nose between evenly spaced, narrowed, golden eyes and often furrowed red eyebrows. Their plump lips are often painted, on occasion, in dark shades of purples and reds.

They keep their flaming red-orange hair pulled back into a ponytail of soft, corkscrew curls. Twin braids, usually braided in their spare time, dangle against their sharp jawline and draw emphasis to their downward, sharp, pointed ears. Finlay comes to a height of 6'7" or 200.66 cm, they are about as tall as their race comes with a well-muscled, defined build from years of training and travel.

They tend to dawn gleaming armor the color of snow with the church's spiraling insignia emblazoned on the flattened chest piece. When not wearing their armor, they tend to prefer loose shirts, well-fitted athletic pants, form-fitting, thin shoes. On occasion, they will don a cropped tank top and chest binder (read: sports bra).

Lesilfae is a lean, figure with an average (if a bit softer) build. He tends to emphasize his sharp features by highlighting makeup and line his eyes with kohl. His cheekbones are soft, rising gently from his thin cheeks and tend to push his eyes upwards into a cat-like stare. His nose is Romanesque, broad and strong, with a sharp cupid's bow leading to average-looking lips, pulled into a false, thin smile. His lavender (sometimes thistle) color eyebrows appear plucked and gently shaped, giving him an ethereal, almost strange appearance. Two eyes, the color of jade, watch their patrons and customers with barely concealed pleasure.

Lesilfae keeps his hair in a long, immaculate, asymmetrical cut -- one-half long enough to brush his shoulder but the other half short enough to tickle his jaw. His hair is naturally straight but when wet, will curl ever so slightly. He has small, downward pointed ears as is custom for his race, with four thin arms. He keeps his hands soft with lotions and rubs, keeping his nails short and neat. He is on the shorter height spectrum for his race, coming at a solid 6'4" or 193 cm.

He tends to wear snuggly fitted vests with wide lapels, often of rich coloring, and fitted pants with heeled boots. Will, every so often, wear older, well-worn shirts and pants when he doesn't feel well. He has slightly, naturally tanned skin.

Galeon is a broad, bulky figure with long legs. His arms are well-muscled to the point that he often has to go sleeveless due to most sleeved shirts leaving him feeling restrained. He towers over his race at a shocking, 6'11" or 210.82 cm!! His body, while soft, is similar to that of a bodybuilder, muscled but with a healthy cushion of fat. He likes to keep his loose curls free and shaggy, often draping down over his eyebrows, and tangling gently with his long eyelashes. He's always smiling with his thin lips, cracked due to lack of proper hydration and heat. His nose, similar to Lesilfae's, is Romanesque, large, and hooked as though it had been broken at some point.

Galeon has a wide jawline, low cheekbones, and downward angled, almost sad-looking grey eyes, which are often narrowed by thick, messy fern-green eyebrows. His arms and hands are littered with scars, gained from his many years of healing the unfortunate ill. He has large, downward pointed ears, though one has a somewhat noticeable fold to its tip.

He has a preference for loose-fitting, sleeveless shirts with long armholes, that often expose his ribcage and stomach when viewed from the side. Galeon will also sometimes wear thin bandages around his chest and wound up his arms. He wears pants similar to drop-crotch pants, he finds them very comfortable and easy to move in! He has rich dark brown skin that’s darker than Lesilfae’s, but lighter than Finlay’s.

Hollond is a slim, short figure with a ballet dancer's build. Despite their short height, they have long arms with three-fingered (pointer, modified pinkie, and thumb) hands. Galeon often jokes that they are ''all legs and no height'', which is... pretty true. They have long thin legs, a smaller torso as is typical of Ynen. Their skin is a shade of icy, blue that darkens to green shade on their cheeks and nose when they blush. They come to the incredibly short, but average for their race, height of 4'9" or 144.78 cm. Hollond likes to keep their pearlescent (or white-blonde) hair loose, long (typically long enough to brush their ankles), and silky!

They have a flat nose that is level with their forehead (kinda like da2 elves??) with small, circular eyebrows often bent with disdain above shockingly blue irises and black sclera. They have thin, natural black lips and flat, herbivorous teeth. Their ears are often hidden by their hair, and sit naturally against their skull (as is typical).

Hollond prefers wearing tight, flexible leggings with a loose, billowing top that is sometimes tucked into an underbust corset. They have a flat chest, wider hips, and lean legs. Like their siblings (and quite a few other Ynen), they appear androgynous! Enjoys wearing nightgowns to sleep and around the home!!

Greta is a chubby gal with a thicker build!! Similar to Galeon, she's got a bit of a body-builder thing going on, where she's got a healthy amount of fat covering her muscle! Like her multicolored, luminous race, her skin is a shade of pastel/blush-pink with orange freckles dashed across her cheeks, nose, and shoulders. She's of average height for her race, coming to an easy 5'4" (or 5'3" depending on the day) or 162 cm! She likes to keep her cherry-red hair in a wavy, almost curly, jaw-length bob!

She has an adorable button nose, chubby, kissable cheeks, and large, violet-colored eyes. She has rounded eyebrows usually tilted upwards and a mischievous, plump-lipped smile! Her ears are long and feathered the same color as her hair. She likes to decorate her ears and hair in shiny pendants and clips, usually preferring them to be gold-gilded.

She likes to wear billowing shorts that tighten around her mid-thigh, loose shirts that she tucks into her pants, and a short, elbow-length cloak (often decorated with pins)! She enjoys wearing dresses and skirts when she's with her family or friends! Her fashion aesthetic? Cute AF!!

[asktheghosthost]

Homecoming

Jai belongs to @catinabag, and is used with their permission. This was a little drabble gift that kept growing until I finally decided to just finish and post it. It’s a little lengthy, hence the Read More. Enjoy!

Fog was rolling in thick that night, but it wasn't doing much to dissuade the man lumbering along the edge of the road. Occasionally, he'd glance up at a damp street sign, grunt in acknowledgement of it, and keep going. He really wasn't relying on them, anyway. It was an... instinct, a feeling that pulled him to where he needed to be. And the closer he was getting, the stronger the pull became.

"Come to the Square," a voice whispered, simultaneously at his ear and in his brain. "Come to the Square, and you'll be home..."

Home... He hadn't seen home-- hadn't had a home-- in... God, how many decades now? Time had lost all meaning to him.

He tugged his pinstripe jacket closer around him. Fuck it was cold. Wasn't Louisiana supposed to be all muggy and swampy and hot? How many more miles of this did he have to deal with? Was it even worth it? What the hell was he even doing, really--

The honk of a car horn made him turn away from his thoughts. He glared at the car, a dull yellow taxi, as it slowed to a crawl next him. The window rolled down, and a scruffy faced driver leaned over the passenger seat and called out, "Y'all need a ride?"

Standing there, arms stiffly around him, the man hesitated to say anything. "Uh..."

The driver grinned. "Tell you what, brah, if you goin' the same way I am, and it's under five miles, no charge. Lagniappe. Deal?"

The man nodded, and quickly got into the car. "Thanks," he grunted. "'Preciate it."

"No problem, no problem." Pulling away from the road's edge, the driver continued forward. "Y'all  ain't from around these parts, are you? What's your name, ami?"

"No," he said, gruffly, shaking his head. "It's Jai. Ghast." He hadn't said his real last name in years. It was almost like saying a foreign word, like his tongue didn't know how to curl around it properly.

The driver let out a short, relieved laugh. "For a moment there, I thought you was gonna say 'Gracey.' Ah, there's a family no one wants any part of. 'Cause of them, most drivers won't make rounds 'round here."

Jai furrowed his brow in confusion. "They a crime syndicate, or something?"

"Non, ami. They're all dead." His grin glinted in the rearview mirror. "Now where you heading to, Monsieur Ghast?"

Go to the Square...

"Um, the Square?" Jai cringed inwardly.

Now it was the driver's turn to look confused. "New Orleans Square?"

Jai pursed his lips and his gray eyes darted from side to side. He wagered, "Yes?"

The driver's grin widened. "You in luck, ami! That's where I be headed to." The cab took off with such force, Jai was pressed back into the seat. "Ol' Gabe, he get you there tout suite!"

Jai's knuckles faded to a pale beige as he gripped the door handle. The vehicle-- and his stomach-- lurched. And then there was a strange sensation under him, or rather, a lack of sensation. It was subtle at first, hard to pin point, and then he realized what it was: there wasn't any road under them. There should have been the familiar pings of grit and gravel under the tires. A steady whoosh from below his feet. There was an eerie whistling, however, and he forced his head to turn to look out the window.

They weren't connected to the road. They weren't connected to anything. Tiny points of lights--streetlights-- barely shown through the mist dozens of feet beneath them.

"The hell! What're you doing, you crazy Cajun?!"

"Why, I'm gettin' you to your destination, of course!" Gabe cackled. Moonlight flashed through him, betraying he was transparent.

Jai let out a heavy sigh and slumped back against the seat. How had he not figured it out? "This some kind of show you put on for tourists?"

"Gotta get my kicks somehow, ami." He gave a good-natured shrug. "Besides, one of us had to let on we was dead."

Jai was quiet for a few seconds. "Fair."

The next few minutes were thankfully uneventful, and the cab touched down on centuries old cobblestone.

Jai didn't open the door right away, instead rolling down the fogged window.

Up ahead loomed a massive, white house, a plantation-style mansion.  It shone like a bleached tooth, a beacon in the misty night.  The imposing black, wrought iron gate ahead of it was almost easy to miss in comparison.  Even easier to miss were the strange, misshapen large stones scattered across the front yard of the property.

"This is the Square?"

"New Orleans Square is the town, but this is the place you need to be. Gracey Manor." Gabe's grin shifted into a gentler smile.  "Safe travels, ami. And when you see old Beauregard, you tell him Gabe Guidry says hi."

"Beauregard?"

But Gabe was gone. The cab was gone.  Jai was suddenly standing outside that menacing gate. With a long, high creak, it slowly opened, gesturing he should enter.

Jai licked his lips and ran a hand back through his shaggy black hair. Graceys. The dead people.

He straightened his jacket and stepped forward, a dirt path becoming more and more visible under his black leather shoes.

Moving forward, he got a better look at the property. A cement bird bath was to his left. A small pool was in it, but was too dark to see through. Jai had a feeling he'd regret sticking his hand in.

Near the bird bath was a statue of a smug, fluffy Persian cat.  This in turn was flanked by multiple tiny bird statues. Nearby were other stone animals--a duck, a snake, a few different dogs, a monkey...

Wait...

The spacing between the animals led him to look at tiny placards under each, which all listed names and dates.  This was a pet cemetery!

Cute, he thought. But then it dawned on him what those larger stones were.  Who has a house flanked by a graveyard?

Beauregard…

With a new sense of urgency, he bounded up the front steps and barely stopped before gripping the enormous bronze door knocker and slamming it down three times. "Open up." His throat was suddenly tight. Angry tears welled in his eyes. "Open up, you creepy bastard!"

As if responding to his impatience, the door was pulled open with such force, Jai was flung inside. Skidding, he caught himself before he could fall.

A low voice greeted him in the darkness of the foyer. “Welcome, wayward soul.” An unseen hand helped him straighten up.

That voice… Jai knew it. It’d just been so long since he’d heard it. That tightness returned to his throat.

“Beauregard?”

A man appeared in front of him, one who was simultaneously familiar and a stranger. Thin, lanky, like him, with long, shaggy hair, only shock white instead of black. Taller than Jai by a few inches, but he always had been. They stared at one another, jaws agape, eyes wide.

Jai took a couple of unsure steps forward, but the other ran to him, and then flung his arms around him and hugged him so tightly Jai thought he’d never break free.

“My baby brother!” He pulled away, only to hold Jai’s shoulders and look him over. “It’s been so long.” His voice cracked. “You… You look… so grown up.” A tiny sob-chuckle escaped him, but he was grinning.

Jai took a moment to take in some of the new details of his sibling—the pale, blind right eye, and the scarring over it that ran from brow to cheek; the bruising left behind on his thin throat, and its answer, a thick noose that hung loosely under it like some kind of macabre tie. His green coat was threadbare at the shoulders and elbows, and his purple waistcoat was slightly too long. The pinstripe slacks were all right, but his spats were misaligned.

“You look like shit.”

Beauregard laughed and wiped his eyes. “That’s fair.”

“Sorry,” Jai said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess those last few years weren’t so kind to you, huh?”

Beauregard shrugged a shoulder, not denying it, but not providing details, either. “It’s been a long time since then.”

“And you’ve just been here, in this big ol’ house, for…?”

Another shrug. “I’m honestly not sure how long now. I don’t keep track of time anymore. I know I died January twenty-ninth of 1901, at exactly 10:35 p.m. Beyond that…” He pulled out a pocket watch and flashed the face of it at Jai. It had been stopped since his time of death. “Time has lost all meaning for me.”

“So, you’ve been here…”

“Yes.”

“All this time?”

“Yes.”

“You died here?”

“Yes…” Beau was trying not to show the mild annoyance growing at the questions. “What are you getting at?”

Jai suddenly pointed at him accusingly. “You’ve been here, living here, for ages, and you ain’t never tried to contact me even once? Even once!”

Taken aback, Beau sputtered, “Well, you—Who do you think sent out the message for you, hmm? Who do you think led you here?”

“But that was just now! You’ve had literal decades! Decades! Decades that I’ve spent away from the very last little bit of family I had left!” There were tears in his eyes. “If Eulie were here…”

“Eulie is here. This was her house.” Beau looked over his shoulder at the grand staircase leading to the bedrooms above. “I’m surprised she hasn’t come down to investigate the ruckus yet. Her or Dorian…”

Jai took a tiny pause for confusion. “Is that her husband?”

“No, her son.”

“I have a nephew?” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “And you all were livin’ in a mansion! And not one of you saw fit to find me?!” Turning on his heel, he headed back to the door.

“Now stop!” Beau bellowed. A chair cut Jai off, knocking him down into it, and it scooted back to Beau. “You disappeared!” Pointing at Jai, Beau floated above the floor. “You were the one who forsake the family! You went off to who-knows-where, while Eulalie and I were dealing with our parents’ funeral expenses, and bank possessing the house, and—” He let out a frustrated groan. Slipping back down to the floor, he slowly exhaled, and started again, in a much calmer tone. “It was like you had fallen off the face of the planet. And… And I knew you were grieving in your own way. By the time we wound up here… H-How was I supposed to find you, Jai?” Beau put a hand on his shoulder, gazing into his eyes, imploring. “When you clearly didn’t want to be found?”

Turning his head aside, Jai looked away. It was true. He hadn’t wanted to be found, not at first. But when he’d found himself deep in trouble, that’s when he’d started thinking about his family and what he’d left behind. Then… Then it was too late. Far too late. You couldn’t scream for your big brother with a mouth full of dirty handkerchief, and lungs full of river water.

Jai blinked, sending tears cascading down his cheeks. “I—I missed you, Beau. I needed you. And—And I couldn’t find you. And I couldn’t face you. Not after what I’d done. I’ve… I’ve done horrible things, Beau. I…”

“Shh,” Beau shushed him. “Do you think I’m proud of this?” He gestured to the noose. “We’ve all done regrettable things, Jai.” Gripping the arms of the chair, he leaned down. “The important thing is we’re back together, eh?” He grinned his cock-eyed grin that always seemed just a little too wide. “The Ghast boys wreaking havoc from beyond the grave!”

Jai allowed himself a small smile. “You mean it? Back together like old times?”

Beau yanked him up, and put an arm around him as he led him further into the mansion. “Not exactly. Far fewer things to worry about now. I’ll give you the tour, and you can tell me everything you’ve been up to.”

“Eh…” Jai rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s a tall order.”

“Hm, we have all eternity little brother.” Beau squeezed him to his side.

[everyday-is-brighter-with-you]

CRYING IN THE (WINTER)CLUB

Before starting the ID I want to say there are some OC characters in this, and I’ve described their general appearance in this google doc for ref!

[ ID: Wide front view colored art drawn traditionally and colored digitally. Every character is in fullbody except Dr Habit whos drawn till above legs. In the scene many people are gathered out in the winter snow at a backyard. Snow falls everywhere. Overall pic is light blue toned. There is slight pale vignette around it.

Dr.Habit is looking away and wiping a tear, smiling. In the artists interpretation he has yellow fur, pink hair, stitches on hands, deep red nails.He wears long brown fur coat, big white knitted scarf, black fingerless gloves, black fur ushanka with orange fruits and green leaves design. Wears hair in a long plait. A dark grey maine coon leans into him.

Putunia is laying down, hands on cheeks making a ''ooo'' face in anticipation and glee. In the artists interpretation she has long dark brown curly hair. She wears a purple petunia shaped dress, blue pants, short brim straw hat with fake purple flowers,  thick yellow socks. Wears hair in big pigtails tied with pink bobble ties. She is looking at Lil Habby( the puppet) holding a fire gun to a melting chocolate bar, melting into a cup for making a drink. He wears the usual with a pink flower in hair. He has long thin simple shadow arms and legs here.

Marigold is sitting idle on the grass, looks curiously at snow on his petal hair, maybe even irritated. Near him on a pink cushy sofa with green highlights and little yellow flower designs sits Rose playing his flute eyes closed and legs kicking casually. In this picture his hair is longer. His hair tie rests on a sofa arm.

Behind him the Carlas are making a Snow Carla. Fortune Teller Carla is smiling and keeping a camellia on the snow figure. A red sleeveless dress and red gloves are drawn on her, wears hair in double buns with sparkling grey flower bands encircling buns, green eyeshadow. Another Carla laughs heartily, adding more snow.  A green buttoned dress with yellow ''fluff''  and striped brown cap with same fluff is drawn on her. The third Carla's face is away from viewer, she too is adding snow. A blue dress like Elsa's icy dress and a purple flower crown is drawn on her, though the cape is actually worn. The Snow Carla has one swirly eye dug in, a button eye with leaf lashes and branch eyebrow, carrot nose, red wax lips stuck on. From the camellia tree behind the red-clothed one, a pair of green cat eyes with thick brown brows stare.

Farther away on the other side Kamal is walking in, holding a half eaten pitha in hand while approaching. He holds a bag with a box saying ''To Kamal, with love''. In the artists interpretation his face is acne scarred. He wears a blue-black sweater, purple scarf, blue pants, brown winter shoes with white fluff at the top, one gold earring, frog shape chew necklace, hair is in a bun.

At the center Trevor is reaching up  with a stool and fiddling with a giant vibrating hot chocolate machine. He wears his usual coat with added blue jeans, red scarf with yellow and black stripes, leopard print heels, green goggles, mask for mouth, silver ear piercings. Hair is in a mullet and nails are sharp and black. The machine has a funnel streaming black smoke, and many bright devices on it. In the center of it is a radioactive symbol. On one side to its bottom is a part reading ''DEVIL MODE'' in allcaps with fire graphics, a big red button in a glass case is above it with a note that reads ''Never(underlined) touch'', stuck with a smiley face pin. There is a mounted fish figurine on one handle. The hot chocolate is fizzling over the brim.

Behind him a long table laiden with food is seen. There are swirl designs on the wood's sides. There are red and green apples, borscht, three colored drinks, yorsh, glintvein , 3 tier chocolate cake, shchi, cut open peaches, cut round bread, bowl with sweet bread cakes, three small buns, full breasted chicken in aluminium foil. Lily is looking over the table edge, grinning with the aim of stealing the cake.

There are plants around, a winter garden. In some places a green color overtakes the snow with grass growing. All over the yellow fence, to the left side, are huge clumps of winter jasmine.

To the horizon trees in blue-green shades with snow coverings are seen, closer and then farther and farther away. In that distance the silhouettes of Jimothan smiling and waving to Trencil, while dragging Parsley through the snow behind him are seen. Trencil stands and smiles, a little of his towering purple castle with red highlights, many turrets, visible.

end ID]

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yisssss MFERS I made a winter piece before winter was FUCKING OVER sobsob

heres my yearly tribute to the season of nosebleeds cracked lips and flies aND SNOW!!!!!!!!(NOT WHERE I LIVE ;W;)

Also my birthdays really soon. Like next week soon

Ermmm ahffjd to talk a little about what I drew...hmmhfhg...well idk if the perspective( god i tried) makes this look different so ill just throw it out there thats Habits not looking at my sonaJDJVNJ hes looking away and crying due to found family feelings. Carlas doing some gay shit. Pabit+Putunia about to start a small localized natural disaster. I mean how else do u make hot choco without setting chocolate on fire tbh. Hotted chocolate. aNd YeS mY fAmIlY SeLf iNsErTs ArE ThErE tOo >:3. The machine will explode tommorow but its OK. They can make bath bombs from the carnage. Hrhggh I had a different idea but then my sis changed my HC so Im just gonna say Habit built it but with Trevors help hence the flashiness nd DEVIL MODE. Now that ive watched hlvrai i cant stop dropping references this series is so quotable .   Sawww those guys in the back? Honestly Trencils probably a winter person with the low light, fog and blocked sun.

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EDIT: WELL MY BIRTHDAY GOT OVER AND JANUARY ALMOST TOO DAMN..GETTING OVER MY HEAPING ANXIETY AND POSTING

I dont Expect a lot of notes or anything but I suppose its alright, one of the important things to me is just archiving my art somewhere.

I know the IDs long but I’d recommend reading through if u also wanna like know the specifics of what I drew, OVER 15 PLANTS I THINK   I’d be flattered,

If you reblog with tags i’ll be happy though!!

[ID: The same drawing but with no editing- no vignette, snow overlay, blue overtone or color correction. end ID]

EDIT: Shortened the rlly long ID, but if someone wants to know the plants i drew under ‘winter garden’;  The flowers and plants visible at front are virginia rose, red chokeberry, snowdrops, a single frost covered rose, piers japonica in pots. To the middle inkberry, more snowdrops, colored hellebores patch,  glory of snow, black hellebores patch, pansies, cyclamens, yellow aconite, some more snowdrops. A little farther are two winterberry plants, a camellia tree, witch hazel, english primroses, staghorn sumac. 

[paxtoon]

So people seemed to be okay with me info dumping some shit on my characters so here!

[IMAGE ID: 4 digital illustrations of my 4 ocs. They all have the same dark teal background in each drawing. The first one is a brown boy with vitiligo, he's made of mostly sharp shapes. He has dark brown hair in a ponytail, a small beard on his chin and blue eyes slightly covered by square framed glasses, he's slightly awkward in the picture, a small smile on his face as he looks awkwardly to the right, his eyebrows are slightly furrowed in fact. He has a chocker with a golden pendant which is moon shaped. He's wearing a blue sweater that leaves his neck uncovered and a fluffy purple jacket with golden buttons on the side and a light blue moon. Beneath him his name is written "Virgo" and under that there's a description of him in a slightly smaller text, it says "very romantic trans Mexican boy, who really likes space, like a lot, he's romantic but forever awkward" after that there's a small sad face in yellow that's looking down in despair.

The second is Archie, he's mostly made out of round shapes, he's also brown with a slightly darker skin tone, he's got a few darker spots on his skin due to melasma. He's got very fluffy dark brown hair and bangs that slightly cover his face with a small plant sprout coming out of his hair. He's chubby and is slightly overweight with a bit of beard on his chin. He's smiling slightly, looking at the viewer with his dot eyes. His ears are slightly bigger than the other characters' thus being quite visible, in fact his red and white mushroom earrings can be seen. He's wearing a white collared t-shirt with a green wool vest, on it there's a ladybug pin. Underneath him is written his name "Archie" and in a smaller font a description of him that says "Scottish boi into cottagecore, still dreaming of that #cottagelife, likes nature, sewing, and yes he likes my little pony. He's the fatherly typ and he's pretty scary. Done with your shit".

Third one is Milo, he's mostly made by round yet defined shapes. they're a non-binary. They have white skin but slightly tanned with a few red spot since they have eczma, they have brown hair and eyes, both have a redish hue. They've got a grey collar which is much more similar to the ones dogs and cats have, it has a star pendant. His t-shirt is dark grey and on it is drawn a pentacle (not to be confused with the pentagram). Underneath their t-shirt there's a striped long sleeved shirt, with white and black stripes. Milo in the drawing is looking at his right with a cheeky smile. Underneath them their name is written "Milo" and in a smaller font there's a description "pegan enby, going through a goth phase rn, likes supernatural shit and vampire simp, no one knows their tiktok".

Lastly there's Codrin, mostly made from sharp shapes. He's a very light skinned dude, with very light blond long hair since he has albinism. His eyes are relaxed looking to the right, his left eye is a desaturated purple and his left one is desaturated blue. His mouth is open, showing some visible fangs. Overall his expression is an unamused one. He has a black shirt with a red square on in, in the square "smile" is written. He's wearing a grey hoodie that reveals his shoulders. Underneath them their name is written "Codrin" and in a smaller font there's a description "Romanian bastard who likes sticking his nose where it isn't supposed to, like dark web or ttc research, has no chill and eats goldfish 24/7" END IMAGE ID]

I know ocs don't really gain attraction buttt I really like em and I think they're neat :]

By the way, they might be mine but I actually co-own em with @stale-pringles! They're all ours but I'm mostly in charge of Archie and Codrin meanwhile my partner is in charge of Milo and Virgo :0

If ya want more info on them you can read below cut, tbh I don't wanna bug y'all with a big ass post about my children ocs and tbh it's just a big infodump-

But before I do jump into that if you can please do reblog! It supports me as an artist and it only takes a click

[Reblog > Faves]

So let's start with this huge af infodump on my characters :]

I'm genuinely sorry for being this long I've hid them for 2 long and I love them-

They're all friends and they all live together! They're a bunch of losers who are just vibing tbh and I love theM 😭😭

Virgo and Archie are dating and they're adorable together

Codrin and Milo are also dating and they're the fucking worse together and I love them

Codrin and Virgo are in a qpr cause I'm in one so I'm making my own representation, they're absolutely insane-

Also here's some facts about eM

Virgo coughcoughmyfavoritecough-

he's a just a chill dude, he likes listening to space themed lo-fi when stressed or overwhelmed

He's very awkward, he tries to flirt but he isn't exactly good at it and sometimes instead of actually getting the person he wants to charm flustered he embarrasses himself

He can be charismatic tho, like he's just pleasant to be around

He's very clumsy and will knock over stuff by accident especially since he's like 5'10

He's easily excitable and will go on a rant about his hyperfixations

He'll try to stay serious but he cannot and will start laughing for no reason

He believes in soulmates and destiny and he's just very romantiC-

He's very caring and just cares a lot about his friends and family

He's patient with people and probably let's them step over him a bit to much

He can be a dramatic and sassy bastard I'm not joking omfg, but he isn't good at sarcasm, he doesn't comprehend sarcasm

He's extroverted so living with like 3 people helps him a lot

Has meltdowns and tends to bottle up

He's bisexual so obviously he does finger guns and sits awkwardly, also he's eternally confused 😔

He's transmasc!

He choose the name Virgo since he's actually Virgo and has an hyperfixation on stars

He's Mexican but he had to move to Texas when his dad found a better job

Around that time he was about to start middle school, he came out to his parents before starting it so people wouldn't know that he's trans

His parents accepted him and at school he presented as Virgo but didn't do any physical transitions until he was 1 year into his social transition

And then his body started developing and he got a binder and no one really knew he was a dude since he was naturally a late bloomer and he did some voice exercises to have his voice be deeper

He did get bullied tho but that was for his vitiligo

Also he really liked Archie during middle school and honestly he was kinda a fangirl

That's it for his identity story for now I really haven't dug deep atm they're just comfort rn

Archie

They're the only responsible one in the group

He will have to stop ww2 from happening in the kitchen

Has a secret Nutella stack cause everyone will fight over a jar

They get anxious a lot but he's good at handling it

They're quite independent

It's hard to understand his emotions, emotionally he seems opaque without trying so whenever they feel sad he just says it so that no one is confused

They're not edgy or emotionless tho, he smiles he laughs and stuff, he'll just seem a bit opaque

They're good at flirting, he loves to flirt back at Virgo cause he's not very good at it

They're the one who does the chores mostly, the cooking as well but Virgo and Codrin help him out

He sometimes likes to play music full volume when their roommates aren't around

Very good at managing his times, he's usually the one who helps their buddies organize their days and he's the one who sets up dates for themselves and Virgo

He's a great cuddler just saying

Oh also they're asexual because I'm ace and I'm self projecting

They also use he/they cause I'm self projecting still

He deals with intrusive thoughts, more on that later

He's like 5'5 and kinds self conscious about it, but they're short king

They're like a cottagecore bitch, the squad's apartment is like a absolute chaotic mixture of aesthetics and they have bunkbeds, so imagine seeing a very cute light brown bed with a bunch of small house plants near the windowsill and then boom beneath the red a goth meds of a bed

Codrin

Goth bastard, like a grunge kind of style?

He's curious so he'll do dangerous shit to resolve mysteries

Basically he grew up on Scooby Doo

Like his favorite thing is to go on the dark web and shit this dude risks his personal data basically everyday

So obviously Virgo is the one that has to stop him cause istg he doesn't have a good perception of what is dangerous and what not

Look I'm ace so idk how being kinky works but he's like horny, he's probably not a virgin-

He's that one John Mulaney quote "I'm so horny and angry all the time and I have no outlet for it,,,so eggs" actually no he's that entire skit about eggs

He's like 5'4 and helps Archie not feel bad about their height

He was Virgo's first friend, they're very close :D

They like tell each other secrets and go on platonic dates and he knows how to calm Virgo down during a meltdown

They sometimes cuddle as well and Archie is cool with that cause ✨communication is important✨

He tries to act cool, he isn't, not one bit

R/im14andthisisdeep

He uses the 🥀 not ironically

Basically he types like a straight dude

Yet he's a bisexual disaster holy fuck-

Has a lot of audacity, like this motherfuckers

He doesn't eat much, usually just has a small snack when hungry

He has feminine hips and that's a thing he's sensitive about

Be dresses up femininely time to time

He totally watches friends and genuinely gets involved in all the drama

He tries to be mysterious but ends up oversharing

Shitty pick up lines that work on no one except Milo obviously

Honestly I think he kind of fits the stereotype of "the gay best friend" I'm ngl

I don't have much on him yet but he's chaotic neutral

Milo coughcoughanotheroneofmyfaves

okay so Milo is kinds too cursed, I genuinely think I'll have to leave some shit unsaid they're fucking wild

They're the stereotypical gen z, they do shit like boyfriend checks, and still says god fucking uwu

They're pegan/wiccan and they take it seriously

They're into supernatural stuff as a whole like they watched supernatural, good omens, vampire diaries

,,, and they have an hyperfixation with twilight-

They've got a poster and everything

Team Edward 🥀🥀 I'm so sorry

They're a catboy

istg I can explain

They're based on a old kinsona I'M NOT making public cause I'm not going to ruin my reputation on here

And this kinsona would sometimes pretend to be a cat and it was a inside joke between me and partner

And it's iconic so it's staying

They've got a maid dress and the strawberry dress this bitch is genuinely a gen z

They've got a tiktok and no one knows it's name which is for the better

Okay I need to talk about less cursed stuff so basically they're an artist, a freelancer :>

They've got 2 sketchbooks, 1 that everybody can see and a secret 1

They've watched anime at one point I'm so fucking sure of it

Them and Archie were friends since they were youngsters and have a weird parental relationship, Archie is kinda like a dad for him :)

Crazy loud which sends Virgo in a panic so they're learning to be less vocal

Diversity wins! They've all got skin conditions cause I think they aren't talked enough about and that people with skin conditions should be just as valued and validated as everyone!

They meet up cause they all went to the same "skin condition awareness" club

Diversity win! They're all neurodivergent

( I'm kinda scared to get hate for this so I'm just gonna address the elephant in the room

"but isn't that forced-" I'd rather prefer making characters that struggle with real issues instead of having a bunch of skinny white characters tbh, I rarely see neurodivergent characters in shows and mainstream media, so if no one is gonna give that representation I'm going to, also cause

I'm still mad about the shitwreck that "MuSiC" is

I'm probably on the nd spectrum with ADHD, I'm saying maybe cause my therapist doesn't know much about ADHD and I can't really diagnose myself, she told me I have some of the symptoms tho so again I don't wanna self diagnose

I have a few of friends that are nd spectrum and honestly I wanna give em representation)

I'm not gonna say what they have yet cause I don't wanna fuck up the interpretation, I'm still doing research and yea, I'm trying not to get information from sites directed to parents since that's quite harmful I believe. So yeA-

Sorry this is long I love these boYs

[softspiderman]

soft christmas dad

[this is for anna, but i thought everyone would like a little bit of dadzawa for christmas lol. enjoy!]

Shota Aizawa hated the cold. To make matters worse, it was snowing outside.

Normally, he would be sleeping on Christmas, but things are not so normal as of late. His apartment once only housing himself, now is home to a young Eri and a hero-in-training Hitoshi Shinsou.

It was not even six in the morning when Aizawa awoke to some rustling outside his room. Despite how much he cherished his sleep, he’s always been a light sleeper. Must be his hero instinct.

Aizawa tip-toed out of his bedroom, ever so cautious with the two extra people under his roof. A few more steps down the hall was the living room, where the rustling was coming from.

Slow steps. Holding his breath. Don't make a sound.

When the time deemed right, Aizawa activated his quirk and kicked the intruder to the ground and raised his fist, but his eyes widened and quirk deactivated when he saw who he just pinned down.

"Merry Christmas to you, too, Shota! "joked Hizashi Yamada with a playful smirk, like he was expecting this type of greeting. Aizawa scoffed and lowered his fist. "How did you get in?"

"Last year’s Christmas, you gave me a key to your place," Hisashi rose an unimpressed eyebrow, but smiled widely once more when the black haired hero looked away, embarrassed. "You were really ambitious back then, what happened?"

Aizawa playfully swatted Hizashi on his shoulder and got up off him. Holding a hand out to hold him up he said, "I gave you that key for emergancies, Hizashi, not because I was trying to feel you up."

"Maybe I wanted you to," Hizashi, ever the flirt, winked.

Shota gave him a dead look with a smirk and pointed to the hallway he just pounced from. "I hope you aren't trying to do something with kids in the apartment."

"Oh!" Hizashi suddenly stood up straight and his eyes lit up. "That's actually the reason I came!"

"Could you be any louder?"

"Yes, but that's for later," Hizashi winked again. He then bent down to the ground a started checking on what looked like Christmas presents. Oh, of course...

"What you got there?" Shota tried to peak into a bag, but Hisashi snatched up with a fond glare and started placing all the gifts on the low coffee table. There was so many, almost too many for one person too carry up four flights of stairs by himself.

"This is Eri's first Christmas, right?" Shota nodded. "Did you get her anything? Actually, did you get either of them something?"

"Of course I got the kids something, Hizashi," Shota rolled his eyes. "They need to have some form of entertainment in this boring apartment."

Hizashi laughed loudly, grabbed Shota's wrist, and pulled him into his tiny kitchen. "Let's get something cookin' to wake them up nicely, huh?" It seemed Shota had no choice, but at least he was warm. 

Hitoshi and Eri shared a room. At first, they lay as far away from each other as they could get. Now, Eri is curled up like a kitten against Hitoshi's back. 

It didn't take long for them to get used to one another and now they were as thick as theives. 

Hitoshi hasn't felt this safe since... well, he just can't seem to remember. Having a man as caring and gentle, yet nonchalant and blank as Mr. Aizawa looking after him was truly his blessing. For a while, he thought he was alone. But Mr. Aizawa always made him think twice.

 He was currently dreaming. A pleasant dream of him sitting under a tree, drinking some hot cider, while watching the snow. He was then brought to the attention of a smell. A smell? 

Hitoshi slowly blinked his eyes open and his senses then became over- loaded with the smell of an American traditional breakfast. His first thought was to think. 'Well, that’s weird. Mr. Aizawa barely cooks..' Then-

'It 's Christmas!' ringed in his head. He almost shot straight out of bed before remembering a certain bed buddy of his. 

Ever so slowly, he turned his body around to face the sleeping little girl. She seemed so blissfully unaware of the world around her that Hitoshi almost felt bad for disturbing her. He softly laid a hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her to consciousness. 

"Oh, Eri." Hitoshi murmured. "It's a big day, you need to wake up to see it." 

Eri grumbled and twisted around, trying to grasp on to sleep for just a moment longer. Hitoshi chuckled and shook her once more.

"Mr. Aizawa is making some breakfast," he spoke a little louder. "We shouldn't let him eat it all by himself, now."

Food always seemed to be the trick.

Eri slowly opened her eyes, then let out a big yawn.

"Good morning, sunshine," Hitoshi chuckled at the barely-awake little girl.

"G' mornin', 'Shi." Her words jumbled together, but Hitoshi was basically an Eri Professional by now.

"You ready to face the day?"

"Always!"

Hitoshi took her attempted enthusiasm as a sign to get out of bed. So, he rolled out and walked over to Eri's side, where she was waiting for him with her eyes half opened and arms out wide.

He picked her up and set her down in front of their shared closet. As he rifled through her clothes, he looked at her out the corner of his eye and asked, "Do you know what day it is, sunshine?" Eri shook her head." It's Christmas! Don't you remember Mirio talking about a day where people give presents to people they love?"

The little girl then was suddenly more awake. "Yes!" she almost shouted.

"Well, we need to get ready to see what Mr. Aizawa got you, right?"

"Yes! I can't wait to see what it is!"

Hitoshi found a red dress with glitter all over it and decided it was "Christmas" enough. He held out the dress towards Eri. She all but snatched it out of his grasp and ran to the corner of the room to get dressed.

The teen laughed then turned back to the closet to get his own outfit out. He just chose a simple gray, long-sleeve and some black sweats. He didn't have to look at the snow out the window to tell the trio wasn't going anywhere today.

"I'm all ready, 'Shi!" Hitoshi supposes she'll be okay with un-combed hair for now.

"Then, go and see what Mr. Aizawa is cooking up while I get ready." And like that, Eri was out of there.

Little Eri sprinted out the bedroom, down the hall, and to the kitchen. She suddenly halted when she noticed a guest scrambling eggs.

"Mr. Yama!"

The two adults nearly jumped out of their skin at the yell, but relaxed quickly when they realized who was yelling. Hizashi took the pan of eggs off the heat and placed them on a warmer.

Hizashi turned his full attention back to the grinning child. "Eri!" He took one large stride and let her jump into his awaiting arms. "Merry Christmas, firecracker!"

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Yama!"

Normally, Shota Aizawa would be annoyed, but looking over at the two only made him feel incredibly fond.

"Where's Hitoshi, firecracker?" Hizashi looked down the hall to catch sight of the Hen, but saw only a closed bedroom door.

"Getting dressed!"

Hizashi hummed and placed Eri back on the ground. She then ran to stuff her face in the back of Shota's knees. Shota grunted in surprise, but only sighed softly at her as he flipped a pancake.

It was quiet for a moment. Only the sound of pancake batter hitting the hot pan making any noise.

Hitoshi and Eri's bedroom door opened to reveal a certain Hitoshi Shinsou walking out while typing something on his phone. Messages from his class and some from Shota's class, probably. 

"Big man, there you are!”

Hitoshi can't say he's the least bit surprised Hizashi is here. He sent a reply to Denki Kaminari before pocketing his cell and giving the overexcited blonde man a lazy grin.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Yamada."

Hizashi scoffed playfully, "How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Hizashi, kid?"

"As many times as it makes me laugh at your annoyance face," Hitoshi chuckled, setting himself onto the sofa. His laughter got caught in his throat when he took in the amount of gifts on the coffee table in front him. "Geez, where'd these come from?"

"Are those for us?!" Eri suddenly appeared in the living room with her face nearly in the presents.

Hizashi laughed at both kid's stunned faces and walked into the living room." Of course! Who else would they be for?" Eri giggled when Hizashi picked her up away from the gifts and on to the sofa next to Hitoshi. "How about we open them when Shota gets done with those pancakes, huh?" Both kids nodded enthusiastically.

They all waited as patiently as they could for Shota to get done. Then, he rounded the corner and took a seat next to Hizashi on the floor.

"Well? Are we going to open presents?"

Hizashi immediately got up and picked up a box and a bag and set it beside Eri. He pointed to the two gifts," Go ahead, firecracker!"

Eri picked up the box and started ripping the wrapping paper off. She let out a gasp at the sight of her gift.

"You got me a coloring book and crayons?!" Eri all but screeched. She then flung herself into Hizashi's arms, making him grunt in surprise. "Thank you! I love it!"

"Your welcome, firecracker!" Hisashi was was sure he had never genuinely smiled so much before meeting Eri. "Now open the bag!"

Inside the bag was a pink hoodie with cat ears on the hood. Cat themed things for Eri seemed like a must.

(''If she's going to live with you, Shota, she's gonna need to fit your aesthetic!")

She immediately put it on.

Shota stood up and walked to a closet. He grabbed out two gifts, one wrapped in blue, the other in purple. He handed Eri the blue with a barely restrained smile. He would never admit that seeing the little girl gush over his gift of a beaded bracelet with her name it brought him more joy than anything else.

As she was distracted by her gifts, Hizashi gave Hitoshi a bag and set a medium sized boy with holes on the sides in front of him. "Your turn, kiddo."

Hitoshi opted for Shota's gift first. He smiled widely as he looked over the purple and black beaded bracelet with his initials on it. He quickly put it on and went to open the bag from Hizashi.

Inside was a small bag of cat treats, a couple mouse toys, and a small collar with little moons on them.

The teen gave Hizashi a curious look, to which Hizashi just gestured to the box still on the floor.

Slowly, Hitoshi slid off the couch and tensely reached out to the box. He heard Eri behind him tearing into her crayons. With one last look towards Hizashi and Shota before sliding the lid of the box and letting out a gasp at the content inside.

A grey Scottish Fold lay peacefully asleep, curled up in many blankets.

Hitoshi's mouth was dropped open. He barely registered the teachers' laughs and Eri's squeal to seeing the kitten. He looked to Hizashi with a shocked expression and hope in his eyes.

"They're mine?" He asked quietly.

Hizashi chuckled, "She's all yours, kiddo." Not even a second later, Hitoshi pounced on him and gave him the biggest hug. "Oof!"

"Thank you! Thank you so much, Mr. Yamada!" Hitoshi didn't know what else to say other than "thank you!", but Hiroshi was endeared. "I'll take great care of her!"

"I know you will, kiddo!"

"I want a hug, too! "Eri decided to join in on the dog pile. After a moment of giggles, all three looked towards a fondly smiling Shota.

Shota's smile dropped slightly, "What?"

He didn't get a chance to react before Hitoshi and Hizashi both pulled him into the pile. Shota grunted and was drowned in a heap of cuddles and giggles.

Normally, Shota Aizawa would be annoyed. But things haven't been normal lately. At least he was warm.

12.25.20

[seokiloquy]

I’m Your Baby, Right? - Bokuto Koutarou

AU: Magic

Requested

Tags/Warnings: GN Reader, Witches/Wizards (and so on) are not gendered terms they are descriptors of specific magic practice, also the reader gets called ‘mama’ but it really doesn’t have anything to do with their gender.

Word Count: 5.5+

Your hands worked gently into the shoulders of the older woman as she slowly knocked back a steaming cup of tea. The dainty container was painted with intricate yellow patterns along the edge but was hidden by the woman’s swollen fingers. Similarly, her feet were lifted on a footrest as she waited for the swelling to go down.

A fluttery breath escaped her as you lifted your hands off the warm skin of her exposed shoulders. “You’re an angel, (L/N). This tea is lovely.” Taking a hand off the cup, the older woman rubbed her swollen belly with gentle strokes, shifting the silk fabric with every swipe.

“I’m not an angel, Mrs. Hooper. But thank you.” You reach for your supplies, placing the dried herbs and flower petals back into their respective jars before dropping them into your satchel.

“Oh pshh, you are nothing short of magic.”

Swinging the leather bag onto your shoulder, you smiled at the pregnant woman. “I wouldn’t be a witch without magic, now would I?” You padded your matching leather shoes toward the house’s main entrance, eager to get out of the pristine home filled with golden antiques that you could never dream of having in your little cottage. “Tell your husband to walk over with the money when he gets home, you need to stay sitting or you’ll pop!”

Mrs. Hooper let out a light laugh while waving you out from her reclined seat in the middle of the main room. The beautifully carved door closed behind you gently behind you as you walked down the concrete stairs to the main road. People rushed past you quickly, eager to get onto the train cart before it rolled it’s way to another part of town, apologizing as they knocked you into the fancy home’s metal stair rail.

Heading in the opposite direction of the pedestrian traffic, you took calm steady steps toward the town’s south edge where the houses gradually became smaller before hitting a grassy field followed by a wall of tall pine trees. The town was filled with ringing bells and stomping feet as people ran to their jobs. 

At the edge of the town’s centre, the concrete roads turned to stone paths and houses became sparse. Looking across the grassy field, past the scurrying children that dirtied their clothes with pesky grass stains and dirt, you saw your little house peeking out behind the first row of trees, surrounded by wild flora.

The kids and their parents waved to you as you walked past.

The wooden door creaked in agony as you pushed it open, croaking again as it swung shut. You kicked off your shoes, leaving them by the door as you stepped toward your kitchen table. A raspy purr emitted from the previously empty flower basket on the table, vibrating like an old man puffing out his last breath of cigar smoke. You peaked your head over the woven basket rim.

“Hi there, Mika. Are you tired?” Small coos bubbled out of your chest as you scooped the scruffy black cat into your arms. She twisted lazily, clawing at your cotton sleeves in an attempt to escape back into the basket. “No you don’t, you old geezer. It’s time for your medicine.”

The elderly familiar yowled as you cradled her in your arms, still trying to claw her way out as you reached for a needless syringe to place in the crook of her maw. “Don’t fight me now, you runt. You know I’ll win, you’re old, and a cat!”

Medicine safely down the short-haired cat’s throat, you set her free to wander around with hunched shoulders. You slumped into the chair that sat at the desk of all your jarred herbs and candles, watching the cat slowly crawl her way back to her favourite pillow and blanket. She struggled to jump up onto the couch. The sight made your stomach hurt.

As you climbed up the ornate astronomy tower attached to a large home near the center of town, you could hear voices echo into the stairwell. You took careful steps, listening to the stairs creak and keeping your hand gripped tightly to the railing.

“Akaashi, please. You got to tell me! This is important life info I need to hear.”

You pushed the wooden door at the top of the stairs open, leading you to a large circular room with shelves lining the walls filled with books, star maps, and questionable ingredients. Colourful silk scarves hung from the ceiling along with a spherical chair that suspended itself above the opening to the balcony, on the desk in the center of the room was a large black pot with a bubbling purple liquid over a heat source.

“Mr. Hoops, though I do specialize in magic of many forms, including fortunes, predicting the colour of your child’s hair does not require magic. They will be brunette, just like you and your wife.” Next to the bubbling pot was the town’s magic masterer, holding the titles of magic expertise as a warlock, enchanter, alchemist, and wizard, giving him the responsibility to respond to most of the towns inexplicable problems and often getting involved with predicting someone’s most likely future.

Flicking his hand over the top of the pot, the fire beneath it stopped and began to settle down, turning into a deep blue colour. He brushed the side of his blue and gold robes out of his way as he came to stand beside you, nodding in thanks as he took a small pastry from your hand.

“Now, Mr. Hoops, I have to work with (L/N) here, magic stuff, so if you could be so kind to escort yourself out and give your wife some company back home?”

The balding man nodded with a huff, wobbling past you to the door as he adjusted the black vest on his shoulders. He gave you a nod of acknowledgment as he adjusted the ribbon that was pinned over the heart of his chest, reading ‘Mayor’. Brushing a few thin hairs on his head, the door shut behind him with a gentle click.

“Akaashi, I hope I wasn’t interrupting.”

“Don’t worry, little witch, that man has been coming here every day for the past week hoping I could give him a fortune about his unborn child.”

You followed the enchanter to his center table, taking a seat on the round wooden stool he magicked out from under the table for you to recline on. You watched his flicking hand with an exasperated laugh before settling onto the seat. A little pygmy owl flew onto his shoulder, ruffling its feathers when it landed.

“So, what can I help you out with?”

You played with the baggy sleeves of your shirt, following Akaashi with your eyes as he pulled an empty glass container off his shelf and scooped a large amount of the blue liquid with a metal ladle. Slowly, he poured the smooth liquid into the glass jar. You gulped, suddenly feeling the need to drink some water. “I was wondering if you had any reverse ageing potions? Or something along those lines. Mika is getting old and you know a witch is nothing without their familiars. She even had trouble getting to her bed yesterday.”

Akaashi closed the jar with a pop of its lid. “That poor thing,” he said. “I have a few things that might work. But you should talk to Bokuto about familiars, it’s his area of primary study.”

Feeling heat crawl up your neck you shook your head rapidly, to the point of making the stool wobble beneath you. Thin wooden legs slamming into the floor. “Ah, no-no. That’s alright. I wouldn’t want to interrupt his studies.”

Akaashi scoffed as he reached for one of his many leather-bound books on his shelf as well as a few odd ingredients. “That man, for a want-to-be wizard, doesn’t put much effort into his more magic-based studies. But he is good with animals.”

A small whisper of ‘I know’ came meekly out of you, as Akaashi placed all the items on the table before you.

“This is probably all you need, read the instructions carefully. And just so you know, the potion probably won’t work for the long term.”

You nodded thankfully, standing from your seat. “While I’m here, do you want me to check on that wrist of yours?”

Akaashi gave you a small grin before waving his dominant hand in rapid flicking motions. “Thank you, but your tea and spell did just the trick.”

As you gathered your gifted supplies into your satchel Akaashi slowly made his way to the room’s exit, kindly gesturing you out. A snort escaped him as you suspiciously looked at a vial of red liquid before dropping it into the leather bag as well.

“Would you like me to escort you out, I can call Bokuto if you’d like.” A cunning grin cut into his cheek.

“No no, it’s okay. I can manage.” You walked through the doorway, looking up at the circular curve of the frame, before rushing down the steps. Akaashi’s laughter bubbled through the cold stairway.

Reaching the ground floor, where the main living space was, you sneezed as a bit of fluff tickled your nose.

“Sorry, little witch. Molly was shedding a bit more than normal.”

Even with your eyes squinted shut from your sudden sneeze, you could recognize the other person in the room. Your shoulders scrunched up to your eyes, fighting the heat that tried to crawl up your neck at the sound of the familiar loving wizard’s rough voice. An embarrassed laugh and cheeky grin nearly escaped you before you managed to school your expression into one of mild interest.

“A bit more?”

On the other side of your closed lids was a sight that desperately made you want to fall to your knees in a fit of adoring giggles.

Bokuto, from the tips of his raised hair to the bottom of leather boots, was covered in horsehair. The white stuck to him like glue, flying back as he brushed them away. He gave you a lopsided grin while picking fluff off of his shoulders. Your eyes followed the flexing of his upper torso underneath his white stable boy shirt. Across the width of his chest and along the length of his shoulder before trailing down his bicep, they grew in size as he reached for the opposite shoulder.

You gulped.

“So what’re you doing here anyway? Ooh, I like your outfit! It looks good.”

His eyes were very golden when you actually chose to look at them instead of the floor, they were sparkling. You adjusted the armholes of your ribbed vest, letting you large sleeves puff out a bit.

“Just grabbing a potion from Akaashi.”

“Oh Really?” his neck extended as stretched up in excitement. “I’m working on my curses and potions. Can I show you when I perfect them?!”

You responded with a happy grin. “You can show me at any time.”

“Yes!” In the corner of the pair’s kitchen, a squeak was heard. Bokuto gasped suddenly before shuffling through the cupboards with wild hands, knocking spices, jars and small bags out in haste. The muscles in his back seemed to threaten to rip through the seams of his shirt. “Peanut, no! You rat, get out of there!” He spun his head around to give you a big shiny smile, hand still tucked in the shelving. A small bird flew through the kitchen window, landing on his head with a satisfied chirp. “I’ll see you (L/N)!”

You left the warlock’s and his apprentice wizard’s home grabbing the strap of your old bag. Keeping the mental picture of bird nest Bokuto fresh in your mind

“Virgin blood.” Your brow furrowed as you looked from the leather spellbook that was laid out on your wooden table to the small vial that sat delicately between your fingers. “Where does he get this stuff?”

On the same table, between your cast iron pot and a large bouquet of dying flowers, Mika lazily played with a young mouse that was none-the-wiser about the harm that could come it’s way. Her claws never stretched out to hurt the small rodent though.

“One drop of virgin blood,” you read the line aloud as you followed. “Pinch of salt. Stir for 5 and settle for 24 hours.”

You twisted your body as you read the last line on the sheet, blindly reaching out for a wooden spoon. A hum built in your throat as you finished the line and began stirring. The puke green colour quickly turned into a delectable fruity pink. The smell even shifted into something nostalgic and sweet. 

For five minutes you stood there staring into the enticing liquid.

The mouse on the table squeaked.

“(Y/N)!”

The spoon you were just pulling out of the black pot, fell back in with a small splash.

“Bo— what happened to your ears?”

The tall muscle made man stood in the centre of your doorway, shoulders slumped in as he tried to collapse in on himself and hide in his colourfully stained work clothes. An unflattering frown pulled at the corner of his lips. He looked down toward your socked feet before staring at the pot in question. His eyes met yours quickly.

“One of my curses went wrong.” One of his large ears twitched at the sound of the mouse squeaking. He looked at the small rodent with wide eyes and twitching fingers.

“You’re on your way to being a donkey.”

He whined, spiked white and black hair drooping at the ends. “Do you have a curse reverser or something? I really want my ears back to normal. Everything’s really loud.”

The tension between your brows was painful. “I have a few things. Stay here.”

As you ran toward your spell cupboard, Bokuto made his way to your kitchen counter, where your pot was left forgotten, tempting him with the smell of freshly cooked meat off of a grill. His tongue poked out, wetting the seam of his lip as he took a silent step toward the liquid-filled pot. As he reached the table’s side, Mika and her friendly mouse scattered, knocking into the vase as they jumped off. It wobbled slightly, but enticed by the pink stew in the small black pot, Bokuto didn’t notice.

He reached for the forgotten wooden spoon, scooping up the soup in the scooped head before lifting it to his mouth. The smell alone, wafting up into his nose from its position under his upper lip, made him salivate. He took an eager gulp, throwing his head back to swallow it all in one go.

“Bo?”

Dropping the wooden spoon back into the pink liquid, Bokuto looked over his shoulder to give you a wide-eyed look, lips pursed together in a surprised pout. The donkey ears on his head twitched slightly before morphing back to normal.

“Bo, did you drink my potion?” You rushed, setting down a collection of small jars on your couch’s side table. 

His golden eyes followed your hurried movements as you came to stand before him, peeking into the content of the pot before gripping his cheeks tightly in the palm of your hands. He could feel the heat build-up in his cheeks underneath your hands and his stomach stir happily. You stared straight into his eyes, desperately trying to keep your attention on the situation at hand and not drown in the golden colour of his irises.

“Did you?”

Completely distracted by having your warm breath warm over his face, Bokuto grinned between his smushed cheeks. With a delighted hum, he slumped, melting into your hands. Just as he began to lift his hands to cover yours, you were blinded away from the flustering view.

Within a fraction of a second, a puff of glittering pink smoke appeared, making you hold back a cough as you shut your eyes tightly. The smoke felt warm and soft as it flew gently across your skin. The weight in your hands increased slightly.

Sighing, you turned your head back straight, hoping to be given the sight of Bokuto gently cradling your hands against his cheek with a dopey smile and relaxed eyelids. 

“Dumbass,” you spat.

In your hands, balancing in the open space between your thumb and index fingers, was a child. A chubby child with plump round cheeks that set his lips into a permanent pout with a bit of drool dripping out and eyebrows that were absolutely too large for his face. Short two-toned hair sprouted out of his scalp like new feathers.

You let out a loud groan, bringing the naked toddler into your arms as you run to your bedroom to fish out a small blanket to snuggly wrap him in. Bokuto’s tiny hands gripped the edge of the small quilt that you messily warped around his shoulders, lifting it to his mouth to slobber against it. With gentle fingers, you pulled the cotton cloth away from his wet mouth and tucked him as close to you as possible so he couldn’t squirm.

Your socked feet padded loudly as you ran back to the kitchen. With your left hand free from carrying baby Bokuto’s weight, you dragged your finger over the worn page of akaashi’s book, searching. The toddler gargled behind you, spouting out gibberish words.

Taking your finger off the page, you carded them through his soft hair. The words that were neatly printed on the page in liquid ink gave you no answers, making thoughts run madly through your head, nearly blocking out the sound of a knock coming from your front door.

Cursing lightly under your breath, you bounced the baby in your arms and ran to the door.

“(L/N), Mr. Hooper sent me to pick up a— is that a baby?” The woman, who you recognized to be the mayor’s assistant, pointed to the young boy that giggled in your arms. “Is that a child of Bokuto? How—?”

You were quick to cut her off, flinging your left arm in the air and shaking your open farm furiously. “No-no-no. I don’t have a baby.”

“Mama.”

The professionally dressed woman gave you a confused look, almost disbelieving, as her thin eyebrow raised.

“Ignore that.” You gestured for her to enter your abode, closing the door as she stood quietly. “Inflammation and pain I presume?” You asked.

The woman nodded, following you into the kitchen where your pot still sat. Bouncing Bokuto in your arm, you opened a cupboard where all your medicinal tea mixtures and salves sat patiently.

“Is that dyed potato soup?” she asked curiously.

Spinning on your heel you reached out to hand her the medicine before gilding her shoulder towards the door.

“Nope, and you don’t want to drink it either. Mrs. Hoops knows the rules but please remind her; 3 times a day, breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

The old wooden door shut with a creek behind her.

You smacked the air blindly with a clawed hand as the extra weight of the baby wizard rested in your other arm. Bokuto giggled happily, trying to reach for the small birds that flew frantically around. You bounced, adjusting his place on your hip bone as a sparrow landed on your shoulder.

“What do you mean there’s no reverse spell?” 

Akaashi groaned, arms darting out from his side as he tried to grab hold of a tiny rat that sprinted across his kitchen counter. Sprinting around the island and head down, the Warlock fair to notice a loyal steed poke head through the kitchen window.

“Molly!” He stumbled back, letting the rat run free and becoming a tree for birds. A chickadee chirped from the top of his head as he dug his fingers into his eyelids. “There’s no reverse spell because it’s meant to permanently give you a better life, letting you be youthful while continuing to age until death.”

Bokuto’s grubby fingers played with the feathers of the sparrow on your shoulder, massaging into the pleased bird’s head. You let out a long sigh, tapping your toe into the wood floor. “So Bokuto is going to be stuck like this until he dies?”

Swatting away the birds, Akaashi made his way around the kitchen’s island table to lift himself onto in front of you. Molly, seeing a golden opportunity, stuck her head in a little further to nibble on the black hair at the back of Akaashi’s head. A tired sigh escaped him.

“Was the potion finished when he decided to drink it?”

The baby of your hip gurgled, suddenly finding the collar of your shirt to be an interesting snack. “No, I had just finished mixing it.”

Leaning back against the horse's muzzle, Akaashi let his shoulder slump in relief. “Thank the gods. This should only be temporary then, maybe last a day.”

One of your brows raised as you watched the wizard get jostled around by Molly nodded her head. Akaashi leaned forward again, grabbing the edges of his gold-trimmed robe and wrapping them around his torso a bit tighter. His eyes shut for a moment as the rat scurried into his lap and curled into a ball.

“Tired?”

“Very, I can’t handle all these familiars. That’s Bokuto’s Job. I have my own work to do but now I have to deal with his two?” He glared at the mini Bokuto on your hip, who only giggled in response and made grabby hands at his mentor. “You just had to turn into a kid didn’t you, didn't even clean up after your curses, just ran off to go see (L/N) with those ridiculous ears on your head.” He paused for a moment. “Those are gone at least.”

You chuckled lightly as Bokuto whined on your hip, clenching his tiny first around the fabric of your shirt, occasionally hitting your side in anger. “So just a day? I can handle that.”

You peeked into your pot, looking at the slightly more purple liquid that waited inside of it as you cut up a few dried herbs. They split easily under your knife, crinkling loudly as you cut them down the smaller, more easily crunched.

Bokuto sat on your couch, tiny hands squeezing and playing with the paws of your old cat Mika as her tiny mouse friend curled into the fur on her back. He giggled, swaying on his bottom with his legs kicked spread out on Mika's sides.

Dropped the last few herbs into their respected jars, you wiped your hands with a beige cloth and made your way into the living room.

Bokuto immediately caught sight of you, drooping the feline's arms and raising his own towards you, hoping to be picked up. As you were about to comply, the two-toned haired baby cheered, “Mama!”

You grimaced, pausing your torso’s descent to pick him up for a moment. Eyes narrowed, you stared into his wide happy eyes and grinning mouth. “Why did you have to turn into a baby? Don’t call me ‘mama’.”

Scooping him into your arms, you brought the transformed Bokuto into your chest, rubbing his back as he gave you pleased gurgles in response. He smushed his mouth into your clothed collarbone, slobbering as he nuzzled into the spot, making his spit soak into your shirt.

“You’re lucky you're cute.”

As you were about to relax into the couch next to your beloved cat there was a knock at your door. 

You sat Bokuto back down on the couch, ignoring his hands that tucked desperately at your shirt. He pouted, whining as he hit the cushions.

“Ah, hello. What can I help you with?”

On the other side of the door’s threshold was a young boy. His hands held onto the top of his satchel and swayed from side to side, a nervous smile pulling at his cheeks.

“Hi, witch (L/N). My grandpa’s got a cold.”

You furrowed your brow momentarily, looking over your shoulder at the sound of shuffling, you faced the young boy again. “Sweats, cough, runny nose?”

“All of the above.”

 Something crashed behind you. You snapped your torso around to see your once beautiful vase spread across your floor in pieces. Bokuto sat in the center of the watery mess, a large pout pulling at his chubby cheeks as he glared at you, open palms smacking into the clear liquid.

“Damn it, Bokuto.”

He smacked his hands into the floor again, nearly hitting a shard of porcelain. Giving the boy in the doorway an exasperated look. “Let me get you what you need.”

You walked by the toddler, stepping over the mess, mentality promising to deal with it as soon as you gave the boy his medicine. 

Bokuto smacked the floor again, whining.

“Bo, stop it please,” you begged, shuffling through your cabinets before pulling out a couple of jars. Carrying them in your hand to give them to the young boy that stood patiently outside.

With a loud whine, Bokuto continued to smack the wet floor repeatedly.

Handing off the jars, the boy gave you a quiet thanks and dropped a collection of coins in your palm before scurrying off toward town. Bokuto, wrapped in what now was a damp towel continued to tantrum. “Bo, please stop.”

Instead, he rolled onto his back and began to kick and punch the water. 

You waited for his cries to stop while you picked up all of the vase’s pieces, putting them on your couch's side table for later. Bokuto’s cries slowed.

“Okay. Bo—”

He wailed for a second. You got up from your knees and searched for a towel. Once one was in your hand, you started to pat your floor dry.

“Bo.”

Another cry.

“Bo.”

And again.

“Koutarou please stop.”

Bokuto’s chubby arms and legs fell limp at his side. The light of the setting sun glowed through your window, painting the last few drops he laid in with a golden glow and making the white hairs on his head appear more akin to the colour of the yellow wildflowers outside your window.

He gave you an expecting look, arms held out towards you with wide eyes and a jutted out lip. Complying, you picked the man-child up and cradled him in your arm as you wiped the last bit of water up.

“Really. ‘Kou’. That’s all it took.”

He giggled into your chest, nuzzling his nose against your sternum.

The rest of the evening was spent with a happy child burrowing his way into your stomach as you lazed back across the length of your couch, rubbing his back as Mika snoozed off on your window sill, trying to soak in the last bit of heat the sun gave off. You gently trailed your nails along the center of Bokuto’s spine before brushing your fingers through his soft, spiky hair. He shivered a bit.

Mika, now cold from the outdoor breeze, jumped onto the couch by your feet, nudging them as a sign to go to bed.

Picking your legs up, you carried Bokuto toward the blanket filled basket that Mika had made a home in only a day prior. Carefully, you lowered Bokuto’s child form into the warm cocoon, ignoring his fussy cries as you swaddled him in the sheets.

“Mama! Papa!”

“Stop that, I’m not your parent.” You stared at his pout for a moment, before letting out a frustrated groan. “Why do you have to be a cute baby too? Wasn’t having you around as an adult enough?”

Bokuto huffed, thick eyebrows pulling upwards in the center.

“I give up, time for bed.”

You set the basket down on the couch next to Mika before heading into your room empty-handed, ready to crack the window open and sleep.

It must have been around 2 am when the cries started, startling you awake. You yawned as you made your way into the main room of your house, hobbling with each step until you were looking over the armrest of your couch.

Bokuto, with his eyes shut tightly, swung his arms wildly as he scratched into the darkness of your home. You sighed, suddenly thankful for the distance between your home and the edge of town. Any neighbours would have come knocking at your door because of the noise.

Tucking your hands underneath the boy’s arms, you lifted him into your chest, bouncing him as he cried into your shoulder. His small fingers dug into your shoulder, trying his best to hold you back as snot began to stain the loose fabric of your shirt. You let out quiet shushing noises and trailed your knuckles across his back as you tiredly carried him back to your room.

Sitting down on the soft mattress, you dug your feet underneath your blankets, still warm from your forgotten body heat. A yawn tore it’s way out of you as you pulled the blankets up to your shoulder, sure to cover Bokuto’s tiny body in the process.

“All right you big baby, time to sleep.”

He was quick to get comfortable, taking slow breathes through his nose as he sucked in all the warmth you had to offer.

“Night, Kou.”

Typically, the sound of birds chirping outside your window at the break of dawn was something you enjoyed. Waking up to the fluttery tunes they sang in the trees that surrounded your little cottage. Today though, today they were loud. Screeching like sharp whistles into your ear at the earliest hour of the morning.

Groaning, you pulled your hand out from the warm cave that your blankets created around you, shivering as soon as you felt the drastically colder air on the outside. You rubbed your eye and turned your head toward the window. A small flock sat along your window sill, including one that perched itself on your bedside lamp, chirping about something you didn’t understand.

You huffed through your nose, closing your eyes and tucking your hand back under the blanket as you turned back to your original position. Your cold nose hit something incredibly warm.

“Get back here or you’ll get cold little witch.”

Feeling a large hand followed by familiar well-built muscles that radiated extreme heat wrap around your back before thick, calloused fingers dug into the fleshy crook of your shoulder. Warm built up at the top of your head with every exhale he let out. Your own breath hit his chest, spreading throughout the tight space and making your cheeks feel even hotter. You scrunched your nose against the defined centerline between Bokuto’s pecks, desperately trying to avert your gaze despite the limited view.

Even with the protective layer of your loose sleep shirt, nothing was left to the imagination as he held you tightly against his best. 

You lifted your head, nose bumping against his. Within your peripherals, you could see his naturally spiky two-toned hair bend against your pillows, his cheek squish slightly as his head sunk into the fluffy object, and his thick grey eyebrows rise in surprise at your quick movement. The rising sun, though dim, made his golden eyes glow brightly in the shadowed room. Despite not being able to see it, you could tell his mouth parted as his lips brushed against yours ever so slightly before breathing out hot air like a dragon guarding a rare treasure.

You breathed slowly, eyelids fluttering. “If you want me to stay, get rid of those birds of yours. Or I will, I could use a few feathers for some spells.”

His following chuckle sent deep vibrations down your spine. You could feel his lips pull apart along your hairline, grinning widely. “You wouldn’t do that.”

“Don’t make me feed you my cat’s potion again. You were much cuter as a baby.”

Another laugh made you want to sink into your mattress and hide. You dug your face into his chest, feeling his muscles flex against your skin.

“I recall you thinking I was cute already.”

“Just shut your birds up, please. I don’t need to be embarrassed anymore.”

He complied, slowly pulling away to roll off the other side of the bed and walk around to the window where the birds continued to sing happily. The blanket fell from his waist and you covered your head with the blanket.

“Put some clothes on!”

“I don’t know where you put them!”

You cried into the blankets dramatically, self-deprecating laughs escaping you as you tried to choke on the tick sheets. Following the sound of your window shutting, a weight slowly began to press you deeper into the mattress, increasing the heat all around your body by melting into the sheets. You could feel his hands rub at your back and stomach through the blanket as his knees dug into the mattress on either side of you. His voice, sharp and ruff from sleep, cut its way through your blanket before meeting your ear on the other side and you tried no to melt on the spot.

“Come on little witch, there’s no need to be embarrassed. I’m your baby, right?” 

...I may have gone just a little bit far at the ending there….. Well, uh… happy early Halloween. - Bacon

Posted: 25/10/2020

[somebodytolovesx]

Cornelia Street - Stanley Uris

Warnings - Fluff.

Description - The overwhelming feeling of passion and love and content that often times is impossible to push away.

The streets of New York were not gusty and near to as bustling as they usually were when Stanley Uris and Y/N Y/L/N were walking them. It was late into the afternoon and their footsteps were hitting the ground of the different streets they walked on with their hands in each other’s, their heads turned to the shop fronts and the brick buildings above them that towered over all of the city.

When they strolled past a quaint flower shop, they thought of seeing if there was anything they could get to add some more colour to their apartment, perhaps freesias because then they would match the carpet in the living room as Y/N had pointed out. It was where Stanley had brought a bouquet of roses, sunflowers and pansy’s on his second date with her, that had been when everything was so new and strange for him, he often compared when they had first started dating to a story with bits of it missing that would get filled in and make sense later on but oh boy was it terrifying for him and he knew it was for Y/N too. 

Stanley had stopped the both of them again when he saw the pet store three shops after the florists, which they had found nothing in that they were particularly sold on besides some sunflowers but they were dear for what they were, he lead Y/N by the hand to see if they sold any of those fish shaped, salmon flavoured treats that their cat liked - which was Y/N’s before they moved in together but Stanley Uris had found a great company within the feline named Berlioz. When he first went back to Y/N’s apartment on Cornelia Street, Berlioz cosied right up to him and made him feel at home, brushing his ginger and white tail along his legs to let him know that he wanted attention and allowing Stanley to be the one to feed him in the mornings before he went off to work.

The weather was complimentary to the short sleeved shirt that Stanley had buttoned up that morning and strung a breeze through the length of the below the knee sundress that Y/N had pulled over her head after their late- morning rendezvous. They hadn’t planned the full day in detail like they tended to do, only to go out for their walk and then go home to start dinner, maybe after dinner they would sit and watch the television but only if there was something that interested them on, although there had been a short conversation about getting in a taxi and driving out to sit by the lake until it got cold that they left up in the air to decide on at a later time.

“I can always order some online” Y/N responded to Stan’s comment about the pet store only having chicken flavoured treats. They had exited the pet shop and carried on walking with their hands locked together up the street. When her eyes caught wind of the green plated sign on the brick wall above them that read in thick, white letters ‘Parker’s street’, a fond memory whispered through her mind. She remembered the time when they were going for drinks just to get out of the apartment and it had been such a crisp autumn day, one of the coldest’s, that when they were walking down Parker’s street to the bar, Stanley had to wrap his jacket around Y/N’s shoulders to keep the chill of off her. That same night when they were drunk - which was a rare occurrence for Stanley Uris to be past the point of merry - in the backseat of a random New York taxi, she still had the jacket on from the hazardous walk back from the bar hours later after their arrival.

“It’s fine, we can always get her something from the lake” Stanley smiled and brought the back of her hand up to his lips.

“I’ve never seen you fish for the entire time I’ve known you” Y/N spoke.

“Fishing’s a boy’s sport” Stanley Uris had a smile that also could have doubled as a smirk that told her he knew he was playing cool and it made Y/N laugh.

They continued to make twists and turns and walks down different streets, even though for most of it they had known where they were pointed too as they had lived their for three years at that point - Y/N had lived there for longer on her own by four years but Stanley had learnt his way round for himself quickly and had been on holiday with his family in New York before, although he was young and had little recollection of the trips. When she though of it, time had moved fast and it hadn’t felt like she had lived with Stan for three years, it had startled her for the fact that she hadn’t paid much mind to it and took the days that they spent together as they came but she could say that equally for life in terms of the madness and traumas that it came with had slowed down, there was still the madness when they found themselves in a lovers tiff or when it had been a horrid day at work but never the trauma.

Y/N had learnt that moving in with someone, regardless of the amount of anticipation there was to be with them and as close to them as you could ever be, was intimidating and nerve-wracking, sometimes it was stressful and as if you’ve just been thrown into a complete different world. For Stanley Uris and Y/N Y/L/N, it had brought solidarity and wholeness to each other and they had grown closer, not that they really thought or talked about it because it wasn’t something either of them could pin-point or notice entirely but they had. The difference in living with each other and seeing each other everyday was a big one, a difference they had underestimated, it was something they needed to get used to but it hadn’t taken long and everything felt easier afterwords, it had made the apartment a home to the both of them like a hideaway from everything on the outside.

Though it had been towards the end of the third month that the first argument arose and it had not ended with going to bed afterwards and a sweet exchange of ‘I love yous’. Y/N had taken her purse from its hanger by the door and taken herself out without having changed out of her pyjamas after Stanley had come home from work in the worst mood she had ever known to be in, when she looked back at it she thought it was ridiculous that she had thought from just him having a bad day that Stanley was leading her on and maybe playing games with her as if they were still twenty years old then to turn out like others had. She had went up to the top of their apartment building which was not far from their own apartment and sat on the roof by herself for what felt like fifteen minutes in the cold until she heard footsteps ascending the rusted staircase and felt his warm hand on her back.

The sun tore through the clouds an hour or two after they had left their apartment and it had begun to shine on their necks and backs, the gust of wind that came with the city had departed and the weather was clear, pleasant and brought them the type of warmth that made you want to skip down the street, swinging your arms in joyfulness. It was when Stanley Uris and Y/N Y/L/N passed by a grocery store with the front of it splashed with greens and oranges and purples that Y/N had remembered what they spoke about earlier in the day about the car ride to the lake. She hadn’t known why right there and then had ignited that memory, it could have been the watermelons and tropical juice boxes sat in a straw-filled basket in the window that resonated with all things summertime or the unexplainable, funny way that the human brain had it’s way of bringing things back up again that she often relied on. 

“We should grab a taxi and do what we said we were going to do”.

It took Stanley Uris a second to grasp what she had suggested.

“Yeah, if you want. We can get some food and take it with us, we could set up a picnic down there, take bread for the ducks”.

“That’s an amazing idea. Do you remember when you were a kid and you’d pretend to be an animal?” She lead her and Stan into the grocery store.

“You still do that now with Berlioz” He joked. 

“But do you know what I mean?” Y/N raised her eyebrows as if she needed to know if he spent his childhood making cat noises or not.

“No” Stanley shook his head and laughed.

“That’s what we’re doing tonight” Y/N tilted her head and looked up at Stanley who looked at her and laughed.

She hummed a small part of a song that had played on the radio when she was getting herself showered that morning as she walked down the aisle of the grocery store. Stanley had continued to watch over her and took pride in how he was the only one to have that version of Y/N, it was her truest and honest self, she wasn’t like that in front of anyone else that he knew and it made him feel a sense of pride that she had that glow around him. Around her friends she was more contained, she still was comfortable and could act goofy but it was not even close to being the same, around her family she could be as the little girl they raised her to be and still be expressing herself but Stanley was the only person who she had those sporadic bursts of colour around and who also was there to see the lowest of Y/N’s lows.

The grocery store was a lot cooler than outside and had sent a shiver down their backs as they strolled down the rest of the first aisle that stocked the biscuits and pastry’s on it’s shelves, they picked up a plastic case of pecan pies and chocolate digestives that were bound to melt in their arms under the sun before they got out of the taxi, the next aisle that they walked up was the meats and sandwiches and from the shelves Y/N had picked up a pack of cocktail sausages and asked Stanley - who held the food from the previous aisle - if they wanted to get some ready made sandwiches to take. Stanley had told her that the ham and cheese ones and the chicken and chorizo ones would do them well.

There wasn’t anything more bought after that, they walked over to the tills and paid for their food. The woman who checked their stuff out had been around the age of sixty or seventy if Stanley Uris had to guess by the way her bright, cherry red lipstick had been applied around her thin lips, it was sweet to him in the sense that it had reminded him of his own grandmother very much so. He gave Y/N’s hand a loose squeeze then leaned in and lowered his head to press his lips to her temple before assisting the elderly woman to pack their bag before heading out to catch their taxi.

And when it finally arrived after what felt like twenty minutes in the sun with no shade but what was actually close to half of that, the seats of the taxi were so hot that Y/N had to flatten her sundress underneath to keep her legs and backside separate from the seat, the driver was a man whose eye’s looked between in the last years of being young and the early years of being old, also whom hadn’t spoken after he asked them where they wanted him to drive too.

The sunlight shone through the car window on Stanley’s side and onto his blue button up shirt, the golden-yellowy colour that it projected brushed through the curls of his hair and onto his pale skin, it had made his hazel eyes come to life and brighter too, his lips were pinker in the light. Y/N Y/L/N slipped into a daze as she looked from Stanley to out of her own window and felt the linger of his kisses on her temples and on the backs of her hands, her heart swelled and a grin spread onto her face that was too strong to push off. It still was wondrous when she could look at Stanley Uris after three years and feel her cheeks warm to a rosy colour and her stomach flutter with the world’s most sprightly butterflies. When the feeling stuck around and she felt delicate, tears formed behind her eyes and she’d put on the playlist made for her and Stanley and just sit there on their bed thinking about him.

Down at Fencgrass lake, there was only five other families, two groups of friends and a few couples lounging around on the grass or throwing bread into the water for the ducks or playing ball games too and throw.

Stanley Uris and Y/N Y/L/N found themselves a spot close to the edge of the water after they had paid the doe-eyed taxi driver. There was a breeze that wavered in and out of the air coming off the lake, it blew the curls gently from Stan’s forehead and the hair covering Y/N’s neck. They started tucking in and picking at what they wanted as soon as they found a soft part of the grass to sit down on, it was a small picnic but it was enough with the key elements of every summer, outdoor event; good weather, good company and good food.

Y/N awed at how blue the sky was and how it looked like the painting hung up in Stanley’s office at work, with the trees and all in the background, she gasped and had to cover her mouth to stop the laughter escaping when Stanley had pointed out the couple behind them sucking on each other’s necks and remarked that that was not in his office painting, she had turned round to notice that there was indeed a couple behind them doing that exact thing and swiftly turned back around.

“We should do that” Stanley said with a tone that mocked the young couple.

“No, I really don’t think we should” Y/N shook her head.

They sat in the warm sun and enjoyed each other’s company, talking about the awful sleeping pattern Y/N had slipped into as of late and the horrible dreams she had been having due to her worries about a lot of the things in her life and the worry that always would sneak in late at night when she was tired enough as it was, some nights she couldn’t sleep until the next night because she was so worried about going back to work after her break and how much they were going to pay her after she returned, other nights what kept her up at night was the scarring of past traumas. Stanley listened and comically advised against staying up for the whole of the night to tire herself out for the next night, in his personal experience, it hadn’t work.

They sat there until the sun disappeared behind ash-grey clouds and stepped into a taxi back to Cornelia Street.

“I was looking at those sunflowers earlier, they’d look nice in the window” Stanley suggested as he sat on the black, leather seats.

“We can always get some during the week at that other place or I could order some online when I order Berlioz’ treats” Y/N rubbed her fingers over the top of his hand, resting her head against her headrest.

“We also need to get your mom something for her birthday”.

“We have time, three weeks of it”.

Y/N felt her heart swell again and her lips curve into a grin, her heart beat fastened.

That evening, when they unlocked the door to the apartment that they rented they greeted their feline and wondered into the kitchen. Their shoes were left at the door with their coats and the over the shoulder purse that Y/N had worn over her dress.

The time had just passed five-thirty and instead of cooking a dinner, Stanley and Y/N decided they would use what they had left from their picnic and if they were to get hungry later on they could do toast or pasta or something of the sorts. They stood in the kitchen dipping their hands into the packet of digestives, sandwiches and cocktail sausages, the pecan pies had been devoured at a quick record of time earlier that day at the lake.

Stanley stood opposite her with his hand on her waist. Until all of the food had been eaten and the empty packets had been thrown into the bin, they stayed there and discussed who they thought had killed the dad on the episode of ‘Snapped!’ that they had been watching the previous night and had gotten half-way through before getting too tired and going to bed. Stanley told her that he thought the daughter had done it due to the vengeance she may have wanted for her dad cheating on her mom, whom may he add she is very close with, Y/N had a strong feeling that it was a hit and run like the murders that had happened around the same town not too long before and pointed out that there was no evidence for it to be the daughter.

“Well, we’ll see whose the better detective after I’ve had a shower” Stanley said. She kissed his lips and then he couldn’t stop himself from kissing hers. One hand rested on her waist and the other pressed softly against her jaw and midway up her cheek. It was like it always had been, that feeling when they were so close together that it was like the first time and Y/N prayed that that always stayed between them like something sacred. She wanted to laugh at the image of her mother scolding Y/N for talking about Stanley like he was a religion like some love-sick thing the first time she told her mother about him.

She felt her heart beat fasten and pulled away. She looked into his eyes and thought of all of the things that came and passed through her mind at that moment about her and Stanley Uris.

“I hope I never loose you Stan” She admitted honestly.

“You don’t have to think about that” Stanley wrapped his arms around her and held her.

“I don’t think I could go through that” Y/N muttered. She knew that that was very much the truth as pathetic as it had sounded, she didn’t know if that happened if she could be in that city anymore or ever walk Cornelia Street again. She had experienced heartbreak time and time again and she also grew from them with time and patience but Y/N thought - a part of her knew - that if she was to lose Stanley that there was no possible way of mending that type of heartbreak even if she had all of the time in the world and the patience of a saint, it scared her the most when they argued and when he wasn’t with her and scared her even more if the thought settled for too long.

“I don’t wanna lose you” Y/N said in a way that a child would when they’re family had come to stay over then had to leave again to go back home, there was no loosing anyone when that happened but there was still an honest fear in it, a possibility. Y/N knew that she could say whatever around Stanley even if it was insane or dramatic or too honest and he wouldn’t walk out, she had learnt that and found comfort in it and she loved him for it.

“You’re fine, we’re good” Stanley Uris said.