#peach tag pending

[auburniivenus]

ＨＥ ＩＳ ＬＩＫＥ Ａ ＨＵＲＲＩＣＡＮＥ

[asbestieos]

You and your mangoes

im so sorry i love mangoes but i am unfortunately a peaches truther

[pcrfumebcttles]

@deathxdefied​ asked: ❝ I’ll ask politely. ❞  -peach uwu

animal - sir chloe

“Ask away your highness! I’m willing to answer whatever question you may have!”

Allison has never met a princess before! The closest she’s come is meeting socialites or Louise. She seems really nice too!

[sweetcomicval]

𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐒𝐇, 𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 | 𝐉𝐉𝐇

pairing: jeong jaehyun x fem!reader song choice: mistletoe and holly - frank sinatra word count: 1.4 k PEACH & PINE MASTERPOST

It was a Saturday morning, and since neither you nor Jaehyun had to work, you both decided to spend the day doing some Christmas shopping. Jaehyun hadn’t gotten anything for his parents yet, and you had only managed to order a few gifts for friends. Teo’s gift was still pending.

“Jay, are you sure we’ll find everything today?” you asked, glancing at the shopping list in your notes app. Jaehyun was searching for a jacket in his closet. “Hopefully. We just need to be strategic. And if we don’t, we can buy the rest online or make another trip later.” He walked over and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Are you ready, Teo?” You called out to your son, who had mentioned he needed to use the bathroom after breakfast. “Yes, mommy!” he replied.

“I’ll go get the car,” Jaehyun said, not wanting to wait any longer. The days were short, and he didn’t want Teo exposed to the cold. As he headed to the garage, you waited for Teo so he could walk down the stairs with you.

A moment later, you and Teo stepped outside to find Jaehyun waiting by the car, smiling brightly. “Let’s hurry, or we won’t find anything!”

Snow had fallen the night before, leaving the streets covered in a fresh, frosty blanket. Fortunately, you had decided to head to the mall instead of shopping on the high street. Once there, the three of you began your mission: to find the perfect Christmas presents. Jaehyun was hunting for something special for his parents, and you were helping him with presents for your mutual friends. Meanwhile, Teo was focused on finding a gift for his Secret Santa at daycare, little Eunji, Doyoung’s adorable daughter.

After a while of walking around the mall and buying some presents, you spotted the Tag Heuer shop. Jaehyun had been considering a watch for his dad, so you all stepped inside, where a friendly salesperson guided you through some options. Jaehyun was drawn to a sophisticated model, and you moved to a display with the watch in various colors. “The green one is so cool—Grandpa will love it!” Teo exclaimed. Jaehyun agreed, noting it was unique for his dad. With your encouragement, he confidently chose the steel watch with the pastel green dial. As the associate packaged it, everyone felt happy knowing it would be the perfect gift.

“Let’s get my mom’s gift and then grab some lunch. I’m a bit hungry." Jaehyun proposed, his eyes scanning the bustling mall, searching for the perfect shop.

You entered an elegant jewelry shop, filled with refined necklaces, bracelets, and rings gleaming under the soft lights.

"Hi, could you help us find a gift for my mother-in-law? We're looking for something delicate and unique, hopefully niche," you requested from the salesperson. She replied, "Hello, welcome! We have a lovely range from a Brazilian designer that I’m sure you’ll like."

She led you to the display, and a swan necklace caught your attention; it’s elegant and artistic. “Jaehyun, look at that swan; it’s gorgeous!” You exclaimed, and he agreed, thinking it’d be perfect for his mom. “Let’s get it then. Teo, do you think Grandma would like it? He asked him, wanting him to feel included too. “Yes, it’s pretty!” Teo nodded in approval.

Jaehyun's gaze swept the store, landing on you with a cheeky smile, dimples and all. "What about something for my wonderful wife?"

You smiled at his endearing expression but declined politely. "Thanks, love, but I'm fine. You already spoil me too much."

“Not even matching bracelets? Look at those with lapis lazuli.” He pouted at you, “That blue would look amazing on you, darling.”

You admired the bright color. "It’s a beautiful color... it reminds me of home," you said, falling into the temptation.

“We’ll also take two of those lapis lazuli bracelets, please.” Jaehyun quickly addressed the salesperson before you could say no to her.

With Teo nestled in his arms, Jaehyun asked him, “Teo, what do you want for lunch?” his stomach rumbling after the long morning of Christmas shopping. “Cake! I want cake!” he exclaimed, his face beaming.

“Mmm, we could go for a sandwich and then cake,” Jaehyun said, trying to hold back his own cravings. “Or a brownie with ice cream.”

With an overwhelming amount of bags, the three of you headed to the car and then made your way to a cozy café. It was decorated with garlands, twinkling lights, and festive red and green ornaments. You chose a table by the window with a view of the snowy street. Jaehyun and Teo sat together while you took a seat across from them.

The server soon brought over your sandwiches and drinks, and everyone began to eat. Jaehyun, however, seemed amused by the way you were looking at him. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes twinkling at you. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

Caught off guard, you raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Like what?”

“I don’t know,” Jaehyun replied, leaning back in his chair. “But you’ve been staring, and you even stopped eating.”

You chuckled softly. “Have you noticed how your dimples disappear and reappear when you chew? It’s the same with Teo, but it’s more obvious when he swallows.”

Jaehyun glanced at Teo, who was happily munching his avocado sandwich, his dimples showing every now and then. Feeling a burst of pride, he ruffled Teo’s hair.

Teo, completely absorbed in his meal, looked up in confusion, his cheeks smeared with avocado. “What happened?” he asked innocently.

“Nothing, baby. It’s just that you’re a mini version of your dad,” you said warmly. Jaehyun smiled and gently wiped Teo’s face. “Are you having a good time?” he asked, his tone soft and affectionate.

Teo nodded. “The best!” he replied, smiling widely before returning to his food.

“Teo, let’s take some pictures! My parents said they want to see how you’re doing,” you said, pulling out your phone.

Teo put down his sandwich, his face brightening at the mention of his grandparents. “When are Granny and Tata coming to visit?” he asked, his words slightly muffled by a bite.

You took a sip of your ginger and apple infusion, the warmth spreading through you. “I don’t know, maybe in the spring, sweetie. We’ll have to wait for the weather to get a bit warmer so they can travel comfortably,” you replied, hoping to satisfy his curiosity.

Jaehyun's lips curved into a sly smile. "We could go to Jeju. They're going to love it," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"We’ll see," you replied, though your heart swelled at his enthusiasm. You slid over to sit next to him, and he immediately lifted Teo onto his lap, making room for you. Teo giggled and snuggled into the warmth of his dad's embrace.

You leaned against Jaehyun, feeling the comfort of his arms around you both, and he whispered, "I just want them to see how precious our family is to me."

"They already know," you assured him, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

With Teo still snuggled in Jaehyun's arms, you began snapping pictures. "Now one with aegyo!" you said playfully, holding up your phone again.

Teo laughed, making finger hearts while you and Jaehyun playfully poked his dimples. The camera captured the perfect picture of your little family, radiating happiness and love.

Looking at the pictures together, Jaehyun smiled. “Send it to our group chat!” he said.

Outside, snow began to fall lightly, adding another layer to last night’s snowfall. Bundled up in your coats, you all headed to the car.

On the drive home, you recounted the day’s adventures in a cheerful chatter. In the midst of your banter, Teo gasped, “We forgot something for Bomi!” He couldn’t believe he forgot his beloved grandparent’s dog.

You and Jaehyun exchanged amused glances, and you turned to reassure him, “It’s okay, baby. We can get her something another day.”

As Teo relaxed, the car fell into a cozy silence, each of you reflecting on the day's special moments. The holiday season was in full swing, and you knew it would be a Christmas to remember.

a/n: they didn’t get anything for teo 🥲 this is the watch i picked, and the necklace !!! as always, the divider is from @enchanthings. reblogs, comments and feedback areappreciated 💌

[440mxs-wife]

The Country Doctor, Chapter 3: The "Ex" Factor

Pairing: Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy x F!Reader (eventual). Other Characters are the usual suspects: Jim Kirk, Nyota Uhura (mentioned). OMC's Travis Myers and Miles Cooper.

Word Count: 4812

Warnings: Divorce, break-up, ruthless businessmen, mention of destruction of property, an encounter with an ex that doesn't end well, Leonard being supportive and comforting, Jim being his usual, charming, mischievous self

Summary: Fresh off of his divorce, Dr. McCoy receives word that he has inherited a 5,000-acre farm and home in Logan, Montana. Finally, he has an opportunity for a clean slate and to start his own clinic out west and leave his ex-wife behind. Along the way, he'll meet a cast of unique characters, each with a place in his new small-town life. But there could be trouble ahead in the form of a powerful CEO hell-bent on acquiring Leonard's property by any means necessary.

A/N: This idea was posted by @hailbop1701, with a specific list of plot points/dialog to be included. I won't put the list here, because it'll give away too much. Not sure how many parts there'll be, but I hope you like where I take the story.

A/N 2: If you’ve been tagged here, it’s because you’ve interacted one or more times on a McCoy story of mine, or we’re moots. Whether you like or reblog, I am eternally grateful for your support. If anyone else would like to be tagged on any future Karl Urban character postings, or would rather leave the Crazy Train, please let me know. Thank you, and enjoy the show!

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Previously: "And just what in the hell are you doing here?"

"Wow, it's good to see you too," Travis grinned smugly.

"I wish I could say the feeling was mutual, but we both know that'd be a lie," you retorted. "So, I ask you again--what. are. you. doing. here?"

"Since you asked soooo nicely, I'm here to speak to Dr. McCoy, is he in?" Travis sneered.

"Not unless you're here to see him as a patient, and I already know you're not. Therefore, you need to leave," you snapped. "Door's behind you. I suggest you use it."

"Such hostility!" Travis gasped, feigning shock. "If this is the way Dr. McCoy runs his clinic, I can't imagine you have too many--" he smirked but was interrupted.

"'Too many' what?" Leonard interrupted. "Is there some sort of problem here?" he inquired, eyes narrowed, with his arms folded across his chest.

"Oh! Good afternoon, Dr. McCoy. Uh, no, no problem at all. My name is Travis Myers, and I believe we've spoken on the phone a few times, if you remember?" With no response, he continued. "Ah. Right. Well, unfortunately, on my last visit to your lovely estate, I wasn't given an adequate opportunity to discuss a pending business matter. I am here on behalf of NorthStar Corp--" he started to explain but was once again cut off.

"I know who you're working for, and I'll bet they told you to do anything and everything to get me to sell," Leonard replied, arms still crossed. Despite the gravity of the situation, you nearly drooled at the way his shirt stretched over his torso and how nicely his biceps were contained within the fabric.

"As a matter of fact, they did. Anyway, I'm sure you'll find that the terms of our latest offer are more than generous. I've been given quite a bit of leeway to negotiate on their behalf and close this deal, but--" Travis started.

"Look, Trevor, I'll save you and NorthStar Corp a whole heap o' trouble. I ain't interested in money. If I was, I wouldn't be accepting fresh peach cobbler and homemade ice cream as payment for services rendered. So, you can just go on back to Mr. Big Shot and tell him I ain't movin' out of my Uncle Walter's home. The people here are warm and friendly, and I like bein' their doctor," he declared with an air of finality. Then he threw you a small wink, causing a flash of heat in your cheeks.

The intentional name slip-up and your reaction to McCoy's last gesture to you did not go unnoticed by Travis. Interesting, he thought. He knew of Leonard's divorce, and that it's at least partially what brought him to town. But how did you fit into the picture? Were the two of you more than work colleagues?

Leonard was fairly new in town, and Travis learned that you had moved here shortly after the break-up. For some reason, seeing you interacting with the good doctor, standing by him, stirred some feelings of jealousy. You used to do that for him, accompany him to business dinners, hang on his arm and make him look good. Now that attention was saved for someone else and he didn't like it.

Travis pushed these thoughts to the side for the moment to focus on the matter at hand. "Very well, Doctor. I'll be sure to relay your message to Mr. Cooper. However, I must warn you that he is highly motivated to close this deal. As my most persistent client, he is accustomed to getting what he wants. Every time, and without exception. Think about our offer, won't you? Good evening to you both," he remarked confidently before he exited the clinic.

***

He returned to his car and drove back to his motel room to reflect on his encounter with you and Dr. McCoy. He realized this was going to be more difficult than he originally thought. He was going to have to pull out all the stops if he wanted to close this deal. He was ready to do whatever was necessary to get McCoy to sign to protect his interests and those of his client.

Mr. Cooper didn't tolerate failure in any form, and after the way the conversation in the clinic went, he needed to fix this and fast. If he didn't, the firm he worked for was likely to fire him because they couldn't afford to lose such a big client. No way was he going to allow you to interfere with his success because of the animosity in your shared past. He was willing to protect his social and economic status at all costs.

In the cupholder beside him, his phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Bradley, so he gave the approval to patch through a call from Mr. Cooper. "Good evening, sir, I was just about to call you and--" Travis started but his client interrupted.

"Never mind that, Myers, what do you have for me?" Cooper demanded.

He mentioned his earlier discussion with Dr. McCoy and his run-in with you at the clinic. "I explained that our offer was more than generous and that you were committed to the deal. However, he won't budge, said he's happy being a 'country doctor'," he sneered. "I made it clear that you were highly motivated and would prevail in this situation, but I don't think it had any effect."

Cooper was silent on the other line, which was uncomfortable for Travis. He was used to hearing this client's blustering on the other end with his commands and domineering attitude. The longer the silence stretched on, the more nervous Travis became.

Finally Cooper heaved a deep sigh. "I'm quite disappointed, Myers. I thought you would've closed the deal by now, but I see my faith in you has been misplaced. I'm a busy man, and can't afford to wait any longer. You're fired."

"'Fired', sir??" Travis exclaimed. "Mr. Cooper, with all due respect, I think I've got something to convince McCoy to sign, if I can just talk to him again. If I could get a little more t–"

"No. You had your chance to close a no-brainer deal with a simple country doctor, and you blew it. I'm sure I can find someone else to manage my account and get this deal done." With that, Mr. Cooper hung up, leaving Travis to stare at his now-blank phone screen.

Not long after, he received a call from his boss, also firing him from the firm for failing to meet his objective. Devastated and at a loss for what to do next, he phoned his fiancée for some comforting words. However, she had already heard about him being fired and that he was likely blacklisted from ever working as a financial advisor again. For those reasons, she was moving out of their shared apartment and broke off their engagement.

I've lost everything, he thought. My client, my job, and my fiancée, gone. All because a backwoods doctor wouldn't sign a stupid piece of paper. I would've been financially set for life and married to the woman of my dreams.

And it was all your fault, because of your grudge against him that convinced Dr. McCoy not to sign the agreement. Something in Travis' mind snapped, and he refused to let you take it all away from him. You were going to pay for what you did to him. Starting tonight.

***

As soon as Travis walked out of the clinic, you let out a shaky breath you didn't realize you were holding. You braced your trembling hands on the edge of your desk, as you bowed your head and focused on the files still arranged in a neat pile on the surface. With deep, even breaths, you tried to get your heart rate back under control and keep your knees from giving out from under you.

Noticing your distress, Leonard took a couple of steps towards you, his arm outstretched to gently lay a hand on your shoulder. "You all right, darlin'?" he asked.

Slowly you raised your head and when your eyes met his, you noticed they were full of concern and kindness. "Yeah, I'm all right. Thank you, Len," you replied wearily with a small smile. "Just wasn't expecting to see him here of all places. Word to the wise, he will not be going away anytime soon."

"It doesn't matter how many times he shows up, or what kind of offers NorthStar Corp decides to make. I'll tell him the same thing the next time he shows up, too," he affirmed. "Or anybody else for that matter."

"You sure are stubborn, Leonard," you chuckled.

"I prefer the term 'resolute'. No, really, I meant what I said. I like this town, and no amount of money is going to make me leave it." Or you, he silently added. He tilted your head up to meet his gaze. "Now, I think it's about time we close up shop and call it a day, hmm?"

The warmth reflected in his hazel eyes nearly made your heart skip a beat. "Umm....yeah, I-I think that sounds like a good idea, yes," you stammered. You stopped shuffling papers for a moment to look up at your boss as your thoughts returned to an earlier subject. "Actually, if you're not busy, I was wondering if maybe you'd want to come over to my place tonight, and I'd cook dinner for you."

Leonard stood with one hand in his pockets, the other resting on his chin in thought, his eyes tilted upward as he considered your invitation. It had been a while since he'd spent time at a woman's house, let alone received an offer from her to cook a meal for him. Jocelyn was not well-versed in the culinary arts, leading to a lot of take-out meals or dining out. Just as he was about to accept your offer, you interrupted his thoughts.

"You know something? I just realized it's kind of silly for you to drive all the way into town. Because then you'd have to drive all the way back home after dinner. I-It's okay if you'd rather not tonight, Dr. McCoy," you added.

"Whoa there, darlin', never said I didn't want to," he replied. "But you're givin' me a case of whiplash by first invitin' me to dinner, then you change your mind," he grinned. "Why d'you wanna cook for me anyway?"

"Well, I like to cook for others, and it sorta relaxes me. We had a busy day with patients today, and I'm sure you must be exhausted. Especially after that meeting with Travis," you grimaced. "And on a Friday night, I'll bet the last thing on your mind is making a meal for yourself. So, why not let someone cook for you?" you shrugged as you continued to clear your desk. You knew you were rambling, but you didn't know how to stop it. That is, unless a large sinkhole opened directly underneath you and put you out of your misery. 

Leonard grabbed your hands to still your movements and waited to speak until your eyes were on his. "You worked hard today, too, you know. Exactly like you always do," he remarked. "And then with Travis showing up, that was just the icing on the cake, am I right?"

You nodded at his assessment of your annoyance with your ex, so he continued. "How about this? If it means that much to you, then you're welcome to pick through my pantry, refrigerator, whatever I've got. You can use my pots and pans, and anything you put on a plate, I promise I will eat it." As soon as the offer was made, he frantically hoped Jim had recently done at least some grocery shopping. The last thing he needed was for you to open the fridge door, only to find a lonely jar of pickles and a few cans of beer.

The playful grin on his face was too much to resist, and you felt the corners of your mouth twitching upwards to match it. "Deal," you replied with a grin. "Can't wait to see what I've got to work with." You grabbed your jacket from the back of your chair and draped it over your arm, along with your purse. Leonard ushered you out in front of him, then he closed up the clinic for the day by turning off the lights and locking the doors.

***

Fortunately, luck was with Leonard. Around an hour later, you and Leonard were putting the finishing touches on a dinner of Chicken Alfredo with a tossed salad and garlic bread. While you prepared the main dish, you put Leonard in charge of chopping the vegetables for the salad. The garlic bread was a "team effort", with the two of you working together on it as you traded stories.

Leonard dug into his portion of the main dish, and when a groan of approval escaped his lips, a smile stretched across your face. You were pleased that your favorite dish was met with such appreciation, which was lacking in your previous relationship.

In the beginning, Travis let you handle the meal preparation and grocery shopping for the two of you. He didn't really care what you made, and generally ate it without complaint or comment. However, towards the end of your relationship, he became much more critical of your efforts. His criticism diminished the joy you once found in cooking, and he was always getting take-out food, which replaced your home-cooked meals.

"Wow, it smells absolutely fantastic in here!" exclaimed Jim as he wandered into the kitchen. He passed by the table where you and Leonard had paused your meal to focus your attention on him. "Whatcha got cookin'?" he asked, then added, "good lookin'," with a smirk and a waggle of his eyebrows.

His lame attempt at flirtation caused you to roll your eyes and stab a forkful of your salad. Meanwhile, Jim quickly helped himself to a plate of the food you prepared and took the chair next to Leonard at the table. He twirled the pasta around his fork and stuffed it into his mouth. The noises and words of praise dripping from him after one bite were music to your ears.

When you had finished, you gathered up your plate, salad bowl, and utensils to take them to the sink. "I'm sorry there is no dessert for this evening, but I promise to make it up to you next time," you called over your shoulder.

"Oh, that's all right, darlin'," Leonard answered as he finished his own portion and pushed himself away a bit from the table.

"Yeah, and I can't wait until the next time," Jim interjected, while fending off the death glare from Leonard. Jim tried to play the innocent card, his hand to his chest and mouthing the word, "what?" to his friend. He'd heard Leonard speak fondly of you on many an occasion. And if what he saw before joining you was anything to go by, you returned the sentiment.

Leonard rose from the table and picked up some of the dirty dishes to take to the kitchen. He gently placed them next to the sink. Before going back to the table for more, he paused, leaned one hip against the counter, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Now, just what do you think you're doing?" he wondered.

"I'm cleaning up after myself, what does it look like I'm doing?" you answered while the sink filled with hot, soapy water. "My mama would be disappointed in me if I made a mess in the kitchen and didn't clean it up."

"Really? Because my mama'd tan my hide if she found out a guest was doing dishes in my house," Leonard chuckled.

"I'm not going to leave you with a sink full of dirty dishes, Leonard," you affirmed. "C'mon, I'll wash and you can dry. The sooner we get done, the quicker we can move on to the next activity, like maybe a movie?" you suggested, hopefully. "Besides, I'm not a guest anymore, since I've been here more than twice," you declared with an air of finality.

A wry smile crept across Leonard's face, then he shook his head, knowing he wouldn't be able to dissuade you in your logic. "All right, all right, fine. And a movie sounds like a great idea," he acknowledged, then went back out to grab more dishes.

When he arrived at the table, Jim caught his arm. "Hey, what's this I hear about a movie?" he inquired eagerly. At Leonard's near-murderous glare, he held up his hands in surrender and chuckled. "I'm kidding, Bones. I promise, I'll leave you two alone." He waggled his eyebrows again, then took off at a run as his laughter echoed off the walls all the way to his room.

Leonard shook his head in resignation then entered the kitchen with the final batch of dishes to be washed. "So, what kind of movie did you want to watch?" he asked. As you worked, the two of you discussed your favorite films and why you loved them.

Slasher films were a solid "no" from both of you, mystery/thrillers were okay, but you were split on rom-coms and musicals. Action/adventure movies were acceptable, though Leonard was not fond of the ones set in space. "Too much can go wrong up there," he warned. "And something always goes wrong. When it does, the heroes inevitably choose the most completely unrealistic solution, which ends up somehow saving the day."

His sardonic observation about space films made you throw your head back and laugh. "Oh, Leonard, you're too funny," you remarked. "I think space is a wondrous place, full of adventure and so much of it waiting to be discovered."

"Yeah, well, you'll never get me up there. I'm perfectly fine with my feet firmly planted on good ol' Planet Earth," he snorted.

***

After a bit of back-and-forth, the two of you finally settled on a movie. Leonard sat at one end of the couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him. For you, it was a toss-up on where to sit. If you took up the other end of the couch, you appeared distant. If you chose the middle cushion, well, wasn't that a little too close for two....what were you, anyway? Friends? Co-workers? More?

Leonard noticed your hesitation on the seating arrangement. "You gonna sit down, darlin'? Can't start the movie till ya get settled," he pointed out.

"I know, but where should I sit? Wouldn't want to mess up anyone's favorite seat," you explained nervously.

He really didn't want you as far away as the other end, but he also didn't want you to feel forced to sit next to him. "You can sit wherever you'd like," he replied, then laid his palm on the middle cushion. "Although no one really sits here, so you can break it in and we'll call it your seat if you want," he grinned.

That was smooth, you thought, your eyes widening a little in surprise. Okay, we can play it like that, if you want. You sauntered over to where his hand was still resting on the cushion and waited until he caught your gaze. Without breaking eye contact, he withdrew his hand and watched as you settled into your seat. "Hmm, comfy," you hummed.

"Yeah....comfy," he murmured as he handed you a blanket. He reached for the remote and glanced over at you. "Ready?"

"Fire away," you replied as you draped the blanket across your lap.

The chosen movie was called Red, an action-spy-type movie. It was about a small group of retired, former assassins that the government seemed to want retired. Permanently. There was one character, a hotshot CIA agent named William Cooper, who was in charge of the operation. When he first appeared on screen, you leaned forward in your seat to get a better look. For some reason, he looked very familiar to you.

Leonard glanced over at you, wondering why you kept looking back and forth between him and the screen. "Uh, sweetheart, is everything okay?"

"That character, Agent Cooper?" you asked, pointing at the screen. "Does he look at all....familiar to you? Like....anyone you know?"

He looked again, watching as Cooper was running through the building, chasing one of the former assassins named Frank Moses. His eyes narrowed as he tried to find anything recognizable about the character. "I don't think so, nothing sticks out, why?"

You twisted your fingers nervously in your lap. "Well....I think he looks like you. I mean, at least a little bit anyway," you commented.

The two of you went back to watching the movie, and when Cooper appeared again, Leonard paused the screen. After a few moments, he restarted the film. "I don't see any resemblance," he muttered. You did your best to suppress the grin threatening to break free and decided to let it go for the moment so you could enjoy the rest of the story.

A few scenes later, the events of the day caught up to you, and you felt your eyes start to droop closed. When they did, you snapped them back open, but it took a little longer to do so with each passing moment. Your body was also losing the fight with gravity, as it kept leaning over until it connected with Leonard's arm. You nuzzled your head onto his shoulder, then sighed deeply in contentment. He chuckled softly and curled his arm around you while he continued to watch the movie.

As the credits rolled, Leonard noticed it was nearly midnight. He didn't want you to try to drive home when you were half-asleep, so there was only one other choice. He carefully moved off of the couch, then shifted your body until you were fully stretched out on the sofa. He cradled your head, slid a pillow under it, and covered you with the blanket you were using earlier.

Just before he left the room, you briefly opened your eyes. "Leonard? Is the movie over?" you mumbled, not yet fully awake, but you knew it had to be late. "I should get home," you murmured as you started to rise.

Leonard returned and knelt beside the couch, nudging you to lay down again. "Shh, it's okay, darlin'. Movie's over, you can go on back to sleep," he replied softly. He pulled the blanket up under your chin then smiled when you closed your eyes again.

After a few moments, he reached up and brushed the hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. "Goodnight, sweetheart," he whispered. On impulse he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, then stood up and walked to his room. As he turned away, he missed how your lips curved upwards at his sweet gesture.

***

The next morning, you were awakened by the smell of blueberry pancakes with sausages and freshly brewed coffee. You sat up and stretched, feeling more rested than you have for months. One last yawn and you were off to the bathroom to take care of the morning necessities.

When you arrived at the kitchen, Leonard was busy ladling some pancake batter onto a cast iron griddle. You stood in the entrance, observing his movements, which were fluid and precise. He didn't appear hurried, as if everything was perfectly on schedule. He reached out to his right for the tongs to rotate the sausage links. He finished just in time to turn over the pancakes and sprinkle some cheese on the scrambled eggs.

Leonard was suddenly aware of another presence in the kitchen. He grinned when he saw you leaning against the doorway. "Good morning! How'd you sleep?"

"Good morning to you! I slept well, probably better than I have for a while. Thank you for letting me stay," you answered softly. You pushed off the doorframe and sauntered over to the cabinet, in search of coffee mugs. "Breakfast smells wonderful. Good to know your cooking skills extend beyond chopping vegetables for salad," you teased.

"I've been known to flip a flapjack or two in my time, I'll have you know," he sassed in return. "Used to cook a lot of breakfasts for myself, my mom, and my sister before I got married. Even had it for dinner sometimes."

"I remember dinners like this in my family," you remarked. "Growing up, money was usually tight, so we'd have pancakes, or French toast. Sometimes, we'd even have fried egg sandwiches for the evening meal."

Just as the two of you sat down at the table with your plates, Jim wandered in, his eyes nearly popping out of his head at all the food. "Wow, this all looks great! You cookin' for us again, sweetheart?" he asked you.

Since your mouth was full with a bite of blueberry pancake, you shook your head and pointed your empty fork at Leonard. Jim's eyes went wide again at the revelation. "Bones?? You cooked??"

Leonard glared at Jim, who had started to fill a plate with pancakes, sausages, and scrambled eggs with cheese. "Of course I cooked, genius. Jocelyn was the one who didn't cook, remember? Besides, if you insist on insulting me, you don't get any of my fluffy blueberry pancakes," he retorted. "You can have cereal for breakfast."

Jim immediately raised his hands in surrender and apologized for his lack of faith in his friend's cooking ability. There was no way he wanted to miss out on anything from the mouthwatering spread his friend created. With his plate piled high, the topic of conversation turned to plans for the remainder of the day.

"Well, I'll help clean up, but after that, I need to head home and feed my cat, Mimzy. She's a gray tiger-striped tabby cat that I've had for about three years now," you mentioned. "So, I have to do that, plus I have some laundry that I've been putting off for far too long."

"Sounds like you're in for a fun day," Jim snorted.

On your way back to the table, you reached into your pocket to grab your ringing phone. You smiled when you saw that it was Nyota calling and cheerfully greeted her. However, your smile quickly dropped and a look of horror crossed your face. "WHAT?!? Oh my god, I'll be right there. No, I stayed the night at Leonard's, I'll explain later. Meet me at my place, or what's left of it, I guess." The call disconnected and you stumbled to a chair, your phone clattering on the table.

"Darlin'? Is everything okay? What was that about 'what's left of' your place?" Leonard gently prodded.

For a few moments, you were too stunned to speak, tears rolling down your face. "My....there was a fire last night at my apartment building," you murmured. "I won't know how much of my place is damaged until I get there."

"Is everyone okay? What about your cat?" Leonard asked, as he and Jim looked at each other in shock.

"Um....Mimzy's fine, one of the neighbors I gave a key to was able to get her out. Everyone else also got out safely. What am I going to do?" you whispered.

Leonard walked over to where you were sitting and knelt in front of you and rested his hand on your knee. Jim stood on your other side, his hand on your shoulder. Leonard caught your attention and gave you a look that he hoped was a comforting one. "Hey there, darlin'," he gently crooned, his thumb stroking your kneecap. "How about we gather your stuff and I'll take you into town, hmm? I'll drive your car and Jim can follow in my truck. That sound all right?"

The shock was slowly beginning to wear off, which allowed Leonard's words to sink in. "Yeah, that sounds okay. I'm not in the right headspace to be behind the wheel right now," you responded wearily, then you moved your hand to cover his. "Thank you, Len. Both for last night and right now." You rose from your chair and slid your cell phone into your pocket. "I'll get my stuff and be right back."

"Poor kid," Jim lamented as he shook his head.

"Yeah, you said it," Leonard agreed. The silver lining in this situation, if any could be found, was that your cat, Mimzy, was safe. He also thanked his lucky stars that you weren't home at the time of the fire. Since he didn't know how much damage was done, he was determined to be by your side to offer whatever support you needed.

"You know, she could just move in here. Temporarily, of course," Jim hastily added.

Leonard gave him a puzzled look and arched one eyebrow. "You'd be okay with that?" he wondered.

"Bones, it's your house, but think about it. We have a guest room available, she'd be close to work, and she's an amazing cook. How could this not be the perfect solution?" he asked.

Jim had made some excellent points, and it did seem like the ideal answer to the current situation. Except for the fact that Leonard was starting to find he had feelings for you. Ones that grew beyond a working relationship, past friendship and into something more. Having you under the same roof was going to present some unique challenges, but what else could he do?

"Okay, let's ask her."

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Tags: @marvelouslytrekking @spacedancer1701 @anna-phora @hailbop1701  @writercole  @lassie-bird  @never--doubt  @phoenixisred  @wayward-dreamer  @erindiggory  @strangesgirls  @dumpsterhippie  @genevablog26  @lokis-deares  @medicatemedrmccoy  @rooweighton  @mamamercurymist  @d-doki-doki  @malmeansbad  @imamotherfuckingstar-lord @ghosttrekkie @noforkingclue @bellestalesoffiction @silversword7000 @maximumtacoshark @xspacedemonx @ilachoasgrem @madame-slayer

[nerdieforpedro]

WIP Wednesday

Welp after this week, there will be one more week of Sard’ika Sessions. I’m kinda proud that after next week, I’ll have actually completed a series. A great way to start the new year. 😆 This week is session five so we’re almost done Space Buddies! Thanks for sticking with me this long. I appreciate you all. ❤️

As for an actual preview of something, I decided on two things, one is from a pending new series with Dave York (Nerdie, you never finished the old one.) One doesn’t dwell on the past and we move forward!

An email comes Monday, a member of your new department would like to meet with you, give you materials to prep before starting the job. Seems fine, legit if you will. You did check with your old manager to make sure and they assured you that this Dave York is who your contact is. You weren’t sure if you should dress casually or business like for this meeting. It was your week off, you decided to wear your favorite dark green long sleeve button down dress with black flats. A mix of business and play if need be. Hair tied up and a tight bun with your favorite bright pink lipstick, may not have been business but you liked it, that’s what mattered. York had emailed you and told you to meet you for brunch, at least you’re getting food.

The second is a second helping of Mr. York! There were a few Pedro men on the brain but Dave came out ahead and maybe, just maybe I’m finishing my first Dave York series. 😘

“No. Not right now. Just let me…Fuck.” Dave whispered to himself. Her concern and confusion were understandable, but he didn’t care. “You want to know how I really feel about you. What I really think Peach? Fine.” He placed his bloody hand on the back of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. She didn’t react at first, but her fingers found their way into the loops of his cargo pants. It could have been the frustration at not really saying what they meant or that they had just been arguing but as their tongues danced, they crept toward the bed falling onto it and laughing at how absurd the situation was. It was then that Kiara initiated the kiss this time, grabbing Dave’s shoulders and pinning him under her. But after a few more make out sessions they both fell asleep in their clothes. Greeted by the sunlight of a new day.

I may also be marinating some more WIPs:

Frankie (haven’t decided if subby Frankie will be back or another Frankie will appear. He’s like a Pokémon - gotta catch ‘em all!)

Joel (might be Joel & Layla with them being sweet, might be a darker Joel I thought about in the QZ. My mood will determine that.)

Din (which Sard’ika ending soon, I do plan on one or two epilogues and working on one of four Din WIPs)

Santiago (haven’t written for the man but I do have bullet points and Tom slander 😆)

Dieter (Weddings 101 with Dieter shall continue! Daisy will be back and so will Oscar for more beef. In case you haven’t voted on the poll for chapter 4, click here.)

Well all, I talked a whole bunch. Dave and I have appointments to keep and to use these sheets and gasoline. ⛽️ Yes will wear a mask, you never forget THAT smell. 👃

No pressure tags: @saturn-rings-writes @megamindsecretlair @secretelephanttattoo @rhoorl @trulybetty @maggiemayhemnj @fhatbhabie @theywhowriteandknowthings @frenchiereading @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @javierpena-inatacvest @goodwithcheese @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @morallyinept @pamasaur @perotovar @chronically-ghosted

[mrs-luigi-vargas]

Lost and Found

Chapter 1 (of 2): Wherein Mario doesn't know where his brother is

Rating: General Audiences Characters: Mario, Peach, Luigi, Bowser Relationships: Mario & Peach, Mario & Luigi Tags: Minor Bowser/Luigi, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Nonverbal Mario

Summary: Sunny skies and friends by his side...in Mario’s opinion, it was all the perfect setup for a perfect vacation! ...Too bad his brother up and disappeared partway through it. Word Count: 2,608 words A/N: This fic's Mario's POV of An Egg in a Trying Time! So it would be helpful to read that one first, but i can't tell you what to do so do whatever!

[AO3 Link]

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Mario woke up an hour or so after sunrise.

He shuffled about his and Luigi’s hotel room as quietly as he could as he got ready for the day. Luigi was usually a pretty heavy sleeper, but nonetheless Mario had accidentally woken him up yesterday morning and he still felt a bit bad about it. And Luigi had stayed up late last night, so he really needed the extra sleep this morning.

Tiptoeing out of the room, Mario closed the door with a near-inaudible click and headed out of the hotel down to the nearest beach. He took off his shoes and dug his toes into the sand, watching the sun climb higher and higher into the sky with the seagulls’ cries and the salty breeze and the sound of the ocean waves keeping him company.

A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his tranquil state; it was Peach, arms laden with beach-going supplies and smiling at him. As Mario hurried to relieve her of her bag she passed him another, smaller paper bag in which Mario could smell something from the nearby bakery. He smiled thankfully at her. His smile turned sheepish when she reached into her bag he was holding and took out a bottle of sunscreen to wave in his face with a raised eyebrow.

The two sunscreen-laden friends ate breakfast and watched the sunlight reflect on the ocean’s surface until more people trickled onto the beach, at which point they went to claim a good spot to spend the rest of the morning. Neither of them were at that spot now, with Peach kicking a ball around farther down the beach with some friends and Mario sitting on the edge of a dock a ways away from her, feet kicking absently in the chilled water and humming quietly to himself while watching them.

He could join them. In fact, he was planning to, soon. But the water felt nice, and — he cast a glance at the sky, shielding his eyes with a hand — Luigi was probably due to wake up soon, if he hadn't already. Peach had sent him a text earlier telling him they were at the beach, and Mario kind of wanted to sit in a highly-visible-from-the-sidewalk place to catch him as he arrived.

Mario remained there until a little after noon, when he couldn't quite ignore how hungry he was anymore. There was a hot dog stand within sight, and Mario weighed his desire to fill his empty stomach against his desire to not miss Luigi’s arrival. The hunger won. Surely Luigi would understand.

But as he ventured to the stand, something felt...off. Beyond how hungry he was. Mario stood halfway between the ocean and his pending lunch, trying to parse the uniquely foreboding feeling he was suddenly flooded with. It felt like...he frowned. He changed course entirely, to the road that would take him back into town. It felt like where he should be going right now.

The universe had other plans, however, as at the exact moment Mario took one step off the sand onto the concrete the ground shook with the rumblings of an explosion from somewhere behind him. Mario spun to find the source and locked eyes with Peach as she stood amidst beachgoers who were beginning to react in alarm. “Over there!” she called to him, pointing further up the beach and darting in that direction. Mario scrambled to follow her. By the time he and Peach pushed through the crowd to truly behold the chaos at the root of it all, Mario’s earlier foreboding feeling had faded to nothing. By the time they finished dealing with the consequences of said chaos, Mario had forgotten about the feeling entirely.

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At dinnertime, Peach returned from the overflowing buffet table to find Mario fiddling with his phone, looking downcast. He'd been slowly deflating all day, for all he tried to hide it. Case in point, he tried to smile at her as she approached, despite hardly touching his food since they’d arrived in the restaurant.

It took a bit of needling, but Peach finally got an answer as to what was bothering Mario in the form of him handing her his phone. It was open to its messaging app, to Mario and Luigi’s messages specifically, where there was nothing sent all day aside from the periodic picture from Mario.

“That’s odd...” Peach frowned and checked her own phone. “He hasn't responded to any of my messages either.” She messaged him again right then and there; with each minute of no response Mario drummed his fingers on the table a little bit faster, a little bit harder. It wasn't necessarily bad, he told himself, that Luigi wasn't using his phone. He was hardly beholden to checking in with his brother every once in a while.

But...the entire day?

Mario shook his head. He didn't want to jump to any conclusions just yet. No, Luigi was probably out having fun somewhere else. So much fun that he didn't have time to text his brother. Or the Princess. Which was fine! Totally fine. Mario wasn't worried about it. Not one bit.

Peach reached across the table to put her hands on Mario’s, finally stilling it. “We’ll go look for him after dinner,” she said, and Mario slumped in both embarrassment and relief.

So after finishing dinner, Mario and Peach ventured around the central hub of the island. They searched the beach and didn't find Luigi. They ran into Yoshi at about the same time Mario remembered Luigi had been walking the nature trails recently, and Yoshi volunteered itself and its friends to scour them for any sign of him. They asked the Toads working the amusement park gates, and they told them they haven't seen a “Loogey” around anywhere. They searched the beach again and didn't find him. The sun finished setting, and the two of them took the hotel stairs down to the casino, where the owner told them he didn't see “that green-hatted upstart” that’d been on track to bankrupt the entire establishment last night. Peach dragged Mario out by the arm before he could do anything about how his brother was just spoken about. Peach made a mental note to lodge a complaint to someone higher up before she went to bed.

Trekking disappointedly back up the stairs, they almost collided with Rosalina. “We’re looking for Luigi,” Peach told her when she asked them what had them so down. “We haven't seen him at all, today. Have you?”

Rosalina tilted her head in thought. “I did see him earlier today,” she said, to Mario and Peach’s delight. “Yes, in the part of town with all the restaurants, having lunch in the one with the large windows. He had an object underneath his shirt. But I don't know where he went afterwards.”

Outdated info, but they at least had a lead now. Mario practically bounced in place, eager to chase it. Noticing this, Peach hurried to say a farewell to Rosalina before he ran off. “And thank you so much!” she added.

Rosalina barely had time to wave after them before they were gone, up the stairs and out of the hotel, beelining towards the restaurant in question. A darkened interior and a locked door greeted Mario as he ran up first, despite the buildings on either side bustling with activity. When Peach approached, her attention was caught by the paper sign taped to the inside of one of the windows; though it was a bit hard to read, scrawled hastily as it was, she could at least tell it was an apology that the restaurant was closed, and a promise to be open at the usual hour tomorrow. Mario wilted as she read it aloud.

“Well,” Peach sighed. “At least we tried...Hopefully Luigi will come back to the hotel tonight so we won't have to come back here tomorrow and ask about him?”

Hopefully. The frown didn't leave Mario’s face as they trudged back to the hotel. While Peach retired to her room, Mario parked himself on one of the plush chairs in the hotel lobby, with a full view of the entrance doors. He sat there for an hour or two, fiddling with his phone and his hat and the hem of his shirt, until the receptionist began to side-eye him. Mario decided to wait for Luigi in his hotel room instead, half-hoping he'd snuck by him somehow and was already waiting for him there.

Mario opened the door to his and Luigi’s hotel room. It was empty, and the silence was deafening as Mario quietly clicked the door shut. Mechanically, he got ready for bed; but instead of getting under the covers, he sat with his back to his headboard and waited and waited and waited. His usual bedtime came and went, and every time he snapped himself back awake from dozing off he sent yet another text message to Luigi that had no answer.

A knock sounded at the door. The thought didn't occur to Mario that if it was Luigi then he would have heard the beep of a keycard instead — he was the one out of the two of them who never forgot it — until he threw the door open and was face to face with Peach.

“Luigi hasn't shown up yet, huh?” Peach asked, seeing Mario’s face fall.

Mario shook his head, feeling silly.

“In that case” — Peach pushed her way into the room, wearing one of the hotel-provided bathrobes — “you don't mind if I wait with you, do you?”

Even if she hadn't already entered the room, Mario would have gladly invited her in. She perched herself on the other bed and turned on the TV as Mario sat back on his. Though she spent a non-zero amount of time tuning the TV to a channel serviceable for late-night background noise, she wasn't really watching it, too busy shooting Mario worried glances he didn't catch because he was too focused on watching the door. In the end, despite Mario’s best efforts, he couldn't ignore how tired he was any longer, and as time continued to pass his eyes unwittingly slid shut.

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When Mario next opened his eyes, it was dark. He turned his head to the side and there was a shape resting on Luigi’s bed. He woke up the rest of the way with a jolt. Was that...?

...No, it wasn't. The shape was too still, too quiet.

Mario’s heart sank as he got out of bed. That shape was actually Peach, who had evidently elected to not return to her room for the night. A seemingly impromptu decision, considering she wasn't under the covers. Mario pulled the comforter off his own bed and carefully draped it over her.

Mario drifted to the window, peering through it up at the moon high in the sky. Luigi was still nowhere to be found. This was late, even for him. And in this continued absence Mario was forced to truly entertain the possibility that maybe there really was something wrong. Was Luigi in trouble? Unable to contact him somehow, even if he wanted to? The thought of it had Mario pacing, pinpricks of anxiety buzzing underneath his skin. He needed to do something about this.

Mario shuffled about the room as quietly as he could, as if he was getting ready for the day. He and Peach had already checked all the likely places Luigi could be, but it wouldn't hurt for Mario to check again. Just to make sure. Even if it was the middle of the night. He reached for the door and —

“Mario?”

Mario froze.

Peach raised her head, blinking sleep out of her eyes. She squinted at the scene before her. “...where’re you going?”

...out?

Peach frowned. She kept frowning until Mario’s hand guiltily inched away from the doorknob, to which she sighed, getting out of bed. Mario’s comforter sat on her shoulders, and as she rubbed at her eyes and yawned Mario felt worse for waking her while trying to sneak out than for the sneaking out itself. He couldn't muster up an explanation for doing so as she waited for one, either — or at least, he couldn't come up with one that wouldn't put all his anxieties on full display.

Still, Peach’s face softened in sympathy, because why else would Mario be awake? “I know you’re worried,” she said, putting her hands on Mario’s shoulders. But it’s late, she didn't say, though it was clear in the undercurrent of her words.

Mario shrank in on himself, chewing the inside of his cheek. There were so many things that could have happened to Luigi — bad things — that Mario had no way of knowing about. He could have gotten lost, he could have gotten hurt somewhere...heck, what if Bowser had done something?

“If he did, we can hardly confront him about it this late at night,“ was Peach’s response to that last part, and Mario was forced to admit she had a point. Especially when they hardly had any information to work with regarding whether Bowser was even involved in the first place. “Luigi will be fine, regardless of what happened,” Peach continued, voice filled with confidence. “He’s capable in his own right, and he’ll keep the egg safe, too!”

Mario knew that already. But nonetheless it was so, so difficult to shake off all the worst-case scenarios. If Luigi was upset somewhere and Mario wasn't there to help him...but Peach was right, Luigi could take care of himself. But what if this was the one time...no, even if it was, Luigi could definitely handle it. Although, he could've...no, he’ll be...well, maybe...

Around and around Mario’s brain spun, caught in its fretful loop. Until something suddenly bumped against his forehead and surprised it into stopping. He stared cross-eyed at the hesitant look on Peach’s face.

“Um. I know you and Luigi do this to calm each other down.” She smiled unsurely. “Is...it helping?”

It — Mario blinked. Well, he thought to himself. The faint smell of her shampoo wafted about them, floral where he might have expected fruit when he closed his eyes. There was the lack of mustache hair, and the absence of a nose pushing into his. Also the angle was wrong because she was over a half-a-head taller than Luigi was. And she’d come in too fast to begin with, as the smart of the red mark that surely existed on his forehead from the impact could attest to.

...But.

Curtained by blonde hair and bracketed by the comforter, Mario breathed in, then out, near-sagging against her. It — did help, in its own way. Enough that Mario’s mind quieted, enough that he started to doze off.

As he slumped further, Peach huffed, straightening and shaking him a little bit. “Back to bed with you, mister,” she declared, to which Mario blinked owlishly.

With a bit of nudging, Mario dutifully returned to his bed; Peach was close behind, and she lay down next to him when he settled. “So you don't try leaving again,” she said by way of explanation, and Mario was just barely too tired to be sheepish about it.

Of the two of them, it was Peach who fell back asleep first. Mario watched her face go slack, watched her burrow into her pillow. Too still, too quiet. But not quite as discomfiting anymore. So he watched her, and it was only as the sun started to dream of rising did he, too, finally drift off into dreams of his own.

[makenoplans]

theres a lot of justified mutual frustration on both of our ends right now but this motherfucker stole from me and i am livid. i will make a post fully explaining the whole deal later for posterity LMAO

anyway hi im a queer fat disabled person who moved across the country to take care of my grandparents following a medical emergency

i am couch surfing and have no income right now. moving is expensive and this whole situation is extremely stressful. my cat and i spent all day in a car tho that was honestly kinda fun

this is my cat bean she is my world <3

im safe and have a place to sleep but because of how quickly things happened i had to leave a lot behind. most notably i dont have any toys for bean! i would really like to get her something.

my phone is also past due and was shut off two days ago so i do not have service.

i also dont have the salt pills i take for my pots or much of any of my prescribed medications. i do have refills of all my prescriptions pending at the new pharmacy but have no money for gas to get up there.

i am hoping to get about $50 just to make our lives more comfortable and so i can have some money for gas and food.

if i can get an additional 35 i will be able to pay my phone bill

my ppl is officialespurr dot me

my cshapp and vnmo and chime are all abturska

if you can help i would be happy to draw for you in return! check out my art examples. i would do a colored+shaded sketch headshot starting at $5, a painted halfbody or chibi starting at $10, and would be happy to discuss anything further from there!

i also write fanfic - my ao3 is linked on the pinned post on my sideblog @warriorofheight if youd like to get a sample of my writing! $1 = about 100 words

if you have any questions please dm me here or at discord (soupurr) i will respond asap

i would truly appreciate if you could reblog this! PLEASE do not tag with anything for the sake of visibility. :')

I FINALLY BLOCKED HIS FUCKING ASS!

[engclicht]

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TEXT MEME (AC) / @pescaprincipessa

✉PEACH: güten morgen, süßling 😍✉PEACH: you looked far too peaceful to wake. i’m sorry for slipping away. coffee has been brewed and i left you and gabriela some breakfast in the oven. i’ll see you tonight. have a good day ✉PEACH:i love you. give my girl a morning kiss for me. and you as well. 

[risingsol]

@scarletooyoroi​ / PUTS U TO BED IMMEDIATELY

Run awaaaayy - Thoma’s strong tucking hands are something to be feared. 

[mgicunleashed]

💖, and 💝 (Towards Peach and Rosalina)

How does your muse feel about mine? ( accepting )

💖: Finds them aesthetically attractive.💝: Looks up to them as a role model.

@lightwiings

     🎔𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝒫ℯ𝒶𝒸𝒽;;– ‘ Aww! You’re sweet, thank you, Pit! ‘

    ✭ℛℴ𝓈𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒶;;– ‘ My, aren’t you being awful kind. Thank you. ‘

[rosalithe-blog]

my peach is super curvy and hides it under her puffy pink gown #FACT

this is such a messy ass doodle but i got tired and super lazy halfway and this was the result. :’) mah girl dressed to party for the new year ye ye ~     i also tried making her eyes and lips look more mario-ish but i clearly need more practice but eh

[hcdgepcdge-a]

Me: let there  be cartoons with mature themes and messages without having to go ‘haha dick joke’ and be “”””satirical”””” Me @ Me: Mickey probably started smoking because a few animators though itd be funny ‘haha a smoking toon’ and toons were still very new back in the day and still very naive. he probably got too used to it and even got too used to it to the point of addiction and when it ended up being the thing that killed walt he hasn’t even touched one but like the hankering is still there especially when he gets too stressed Me: no one asked you to do that calm down.

[vasiktomis]

Tagged by @honeysides, @scungilliwoman, and @blissfulalchemist to do this LoL champion maker!

Vida’s design is still in development, but here she is with the closest I could get to peach coloured hair. Meanwhile the fashionable grey is shining through on the right as she does her longest yea boi ever and smokes a prison-grade cigarette in one drag (made using the help of arcaneGAN and then some edits from yours truly)

Tagging: @shallow-gravy, @adelaidedrubman, @i-am-the-balancing-point, @henbased, @derelictheretic, @florbelles, and @heroofpenamstan (if you haven’t already, and pending willingness to hmmm engage in LoL)

[pearloftheorient]

tagged by: @kuwentista ♥ salamat!!!

rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with!

favorite color: green & red

last album: day6 (even of day) right through me for like 10 times now

last movie: the dig (2021)

currently reading: well i still have a lot of pending ( like dune, rule of wolves, adsom etc. )

currently watching: also a lot of pending nevertheless, so not worth it, word of honor, hwarang, haikyuu

currently craving: peach mango pie from jollibee because london sucks and doesn’t have it

coffee or tea: coffee

tagging: @untouchabyeolman, @ahysopae, @thesaltiestsugar, @astronautke, @gunsmiles, @mvxnn, @darkthestars, @championselect, @eajday ♥

[jeonggukingdom]

splinters of love • day III (m) [myg]

pairing  ⟶ min yoongi x fem!Reader

summary  ⟶ a collection of drabbles (one for each day of April) based on prompts by an online prompts’ generator site. Specifically  ⟶  • day III  ↳ in which you decide to have a little fun inside the library but Yoongi is having a really hard time keeping quiet.

genre  ⟶ smut rating  ⟶ 18+ word count ⟶  2.072 words

warnings  ⟶ graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, public sex, blowjob, filming, dirty talk, a tad bit of exhibitionism. 

series masterlist  ⟶ here  (links on mobile may not work, if you’re looking for all the works in this series, you can click on the “!splintersoflove” tag and you’ll find them all there!)

Amongst dusty shelves and old books, that’s where your love burns the greatest, hot like a hundred blazing suns.

It is not a rare occurrence for the library’s floor to rouge your knees, merge with the soft and delicate skin as your mouth deliciously wraps around him in a very lewd and improper fashion that juxtaposes so much with the way you portray yourself, or even the place where you have these encounters, it is almost laughable.

And you would laugh about it, maybe to the point of tears, if it weren’t for the fact that your lips are currently very busy giving Yoongi the suck of his life.

Black jeans pooled down his ankles, boxer briefs hanging right above his knees—still delectably hugging his slim thighs—and white t-shirt pulled upwards just enough to show his belly button and the trail of little hair that leads to the price between his legs: Yoongi looks absolutely exquisite like this, an image you’d like to bore inside your mind forever or even snap a picture of for you to remember him by, enclose this memory in a timeless photo you’d keep close to your heart until the day you die.

But alas, there is no time for such trivialities when time in itself is the essence of this brief and satisfactory encounter.

There is a very fine line between the risk of being caught like this and actually getting caught. That fine line is exciting because dangerous and easy to cross but neither of you would actually willingly cross it and face the consequences of it all.

It is merely a game, this thing you have going on between the two of you, a silent agreement that if you happen to find each other at the same time within these four walls, this remote niche of the library will be your play-field.

Today you truly had meant to be a good girl, to go to the library to study and fully prepare for your pending exam and no, your mind, for once, hadn’t drifted to the thought of the blonde boy with pouty lips and peach cheeks and the mere chance of finding him there.

But then, your eyes swept over the tables filled with students and inevitably, they had zoned in on him, on his concentrated and slightly sleepy expression and your heart had practically jumped against your ribcage, excitement immediately coiling down your stomach at the prospect of a good time.

You had licked your lips as if foretasting his nectar on your tongue and then you had made it a point to walk right in front of him and nonchalantly sit at the table right in front of him where there was no doubt his eyes will eventually land on.

A wicked smile twisted your lips as you opened your book and even though your eyes were fixed on the pages filled with big and hard words, your thoughts were somewhere far, far away from the subject.

It didn’t come as much of a surprise that, after a few minutes, his familiar frame caught your attention as he strolled through the library, making sure to pass right in front of your table, and quickly disappeared along the usual corridor leading to your secret spot.

You mentally counted a full minute before following him, your pace relaxed and eyes fixed on the shelves as if you were honestly looking for a tome you needed for an essay or something. And then, you reached him and his smile melted all your inhibitions away.

You look up at Yoongi now as you hollow your cheeks around his shaft, your heart missing a beat as he struggles to keep the soft sigh contained within his lips.

His eyes are fixed on you, one of his hands almost lovingly wrapped around your hair to keep your head right there, between his legs.

Yoongi is a mere friend, you always tell yourself that the next day, when the memories of your encounter start fading away and rationality seeps back in but when you are like this, it feels like anything but.

In these moments, he is yours and you are his and you can fully bask in the emotions ruling over your every little touch, your every little look of utter desire.

Yoongi's head falls back as you take more of him inside your mouth, his hair parting to reveal his forehead and the deep furrow of his brows as his mouth opens in a silent moan that has you turning bolder.

There is something about having him like this, breaking him deliciously like this to the point he's erupting inside of you, grunting almost too loudly considering where you are hiding and the thousands of ears and eyes that could catch you at any given moment.

Yet, it is thrilling to know that you satisfy him so well he always has a hard time fighting it all, especially the cuss words that would leave his mouth in the form of deep growls instead of broken whispers if this were to happen behind closed doors.

"Damn," his voice graces your ears and the blood rushes all to your abdomen, the arousal undoubtedly staining your panties by now with the way he is panting for you, his chest heaving as you run your fingers up his thighs, tease his flesh and then wrap them around the little curve of his ass.

You tug on his bottom cheeks until he is thrusting a little into you, his breath getting stuck inside his lungs as he loses completely inside of you and the pleasure of having you like this, at his feet and ready to make him touch the stars within minutes.

His fingers wrap tighter around your hair and you hum slightly for him, your eyes closing for the briefest of moments as you suck hard around him, giving it your all.

You can feel his muscles tensing underneath your digits and you grasp him harder, lock him into place as you start bobbing your head up and down vigorously.

Your saliva starts trailing down your open mouth, falling on your chin under his intense gaze as he focuses back on you, on how immensely pretty you look when you have his cock deep within your mouth.

Another soft groan leaves his mouth and you look up at him with mirth shining in your eyes.

"Damn, I want to take a picture of you," he whines under his breath. His sudden words surprise you, they make you squirm and shiver under his gaze with unadulterated hunger.

You tilt your head a little to the side, allow his cock to bounce away from your lovely mouth just long enough for you to utter your next words.

"Why don't you, then?" Your lips brush against his turgid cock, your teeth graze his skin and he’s shuddering, cursing under his breath as he fishes his phone out, hands trembling as he opens the camera to fulfil one of his deepest desires.

You offer him a coy smile that makes him bite down his bottom lip and then, you are engulfing him whole anew, sliding up and down his cock so hard he fears he might drop his phone at the peak of his orgasm before he even gets the chance to take the damned photo.

But he does take it, he takes dozens and then, testing his luck, he breathes out his next deep, secret, fantasy.

"Can I film you?"

It is almost a whine, a plea even, and if you ever had a doubt before this moment, it is quickly swept away now when you truly realize you simply cannot say no to this boy.

So you hum around his member, the vibrations making him grunt alongside the silent permission laced within the simple gesture.

He cannot believe he is actually living this, that you are allowing him to do this and yet, here you are, compliant to his very deep desires and it is in this moment that Yoongi realizes how deeply he has fallen for you.

Of course, he does not voice any of this, not right now anyway, but the realization hits him like a truck and leaves him breathless for a couple of seconds.

But then, you are looking up at him expectantly and he gulps down heavily, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down for a second before he wets his lips and turns the camera on.

Your cheeks feel hot under his digits as his free hand moves from the top of your head to the soft and delicate skin to cup it, caress it lovingly with his thumb.

You give him the warmest of looks and he feels his heart burst in his chest, his breath leaving his lungs in heavy pants that seem to entice you even further.

You are hollowing your cheeks around him, batting your eyelashes for the camera and he is teetering on the verge of the biggest orgasm of his life and he cannot, for the life of him, keep his damn mouth shut.

The more you pleasure him like this, the more you look up at him like this, the more he fills himself losing control.

He wants to grunt out your name, make everyone in the library know what you are doing to him, how hard you are bringing him down and how deeply yours he is but he cannot do any of that.

The frustration makes his fingers wrap roughly around your hair once more and you gladly welcome the touch, even lean into it as one of your hands leaves his bottom cheeks to cup his balls, making him hiss.

"Are you trying to make me moan, kitten?" He asks in a breath, his eyes leaving your frame for a second as he scans your surroundings, just to make sure nobody has caught you yet.

You smirk around his cock, the innocent look on your face driving him absolutely insane.

He wants to fill that pretty mouth of yours, he wants to see you gulp down every little drop of him and he wants it now.

So he buckles his hips forward, he thrusts deep inside your throat and you allow him to, you slack your jaw and close your eyes and he records every single instant of it, including the moment his hips jerks forward one last time, a strained moan leaves his lips and his load fills your mouth to the brim.

He watches with rapt eyes as you gulp down happily for him, your eyes never leaving his face as you don't let a single drop out of your pretty cherry lips.

You lick those lips, bite them down to keep the bittersweet taste of him firm in your memory and then Yoongi is disregarding his phone on the ground and he is grasping your face to pull you upwards so that he can crash his lips on top of yours, feel his taste mingling with your own, turning him into a mad man.

He is still panting by the time you retreat from the kiss, a teasing smile on your adorable lips as you push yourself back up on your feet.

You peck his lips once, twice, your fingers wrapped around his chin and Yoongi wonders if this is your way of finally claiming him as yours but he has no time to fully ponder over the possibility or to even ask you that because there is the faint sound of voices coming your way and he has to hastily get dressed, pick up his phone from the ground and disappear from your sight before it is too late and your secret is out for everyone in the school to know.

He offers you a quick and gentle smile before he turns the corner, traces his steps back to his table knowing perfectly well he won't be able to focus on anything else for the rest of the day, or night for that matter.

Thoughts of you fill every corner of his mind and as he watches your frame reach your table anew he finds himself desiring he could seat there with you, grasp your hand in his and let everybody know who he belongs to and you belong to him.

Tomorrow, he silently promises to himself and for once, he has every intention to keep it.

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