#the guy buying our house is insanely nice

[creativebrainrot]

okay basically to give some context for my venting yesterday- because i want to-

i got caught off guard by ANOTHER unexpected delay, when I expected us to be stable finally, and closing on the house sale is now gonna take anywhere from 3 more weeks to 3 more months, and that seriously upset me. everything is moving forward and we'll sort it out, that just really upset me yesterday cause i was already not feeling so great. whenever my Expected Patterns are interrupted it REALLY upsets me. so. everything is gonna turn out i was just very tired and already kind of upset yesterday @-@

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for "defending a pedo"

tw for pedophilia and child abuse

(⬆️ to find later)

this happened while ago

i (20F) was talking to a friend about weird life experiences. i was just returned from visiting my grandparents so i told the story about the neighbor that i had there

for context: i live in eastern europe, and for most of my childhood i lived back and forth between the city and the countryside. the countryside in the region im from and this particular village is tough. im talking no running water/ the toilet is in back yard, only one house out of 5 has an internet connection, child labour on the fields, the only school went up to only 8th grade, etc. not the most remote of villages but far far off any "modern society" standards.

during the half of the year where i was at my grandparents up until i was around 12, I had a neighbor my age that i used to play with. she was significantly poorer than us, objectively. while my grandparents allowed me to play with her, they wouldn't like me going to her house instead because of the living conditions. i have gotten fleas from her before and in general the smell and conditions. they also didn't like her because she would try to steal stuff, so i wasn't ever allowed to invite her inside, but they've gotten over this because she was just a kid. her father passed when we were young and her mother is a severe alcoholic and just an abusive monster. she was mostly taken care off by her godmother while her mother beat her, stole her allowance, sent her off to work to the neighbors and do a lot of chores kids shouldnt do etc. before you say "why didnt anyone call child protective services" read again the context this was all happening in. we did our best to help her, once i stopped going to my grandparents we'd ocasionally send her my old clothes that didn't fit me anymore bc her mother refused to buy her clothes. it was geniunely heartbreaking to see because she tried her best to be loved by her mother and to help her. trying to buy her gifts, to be obedient, to take more of the workload, etc.

as i started properly living in the city (500km away) we drifted apart heavily. we simply lived such complete different lives it was hard to talk to her about anything outside of basic niceties. i still cared about her, she is smart and geniunely pushed so hard to go to highschool in the nearest city which is 20km away despite her mother. she was always positive and optimistic and had an insane work ethic. i respected her and wished she had gotten the privilege i had of leaving the village and getting a life in the city but alas.

here's where the "conflict" is: when i was 18 (and she was too) i have heard from my grandparents that she's pregnant. they mentioned it off in passing so i asked them to elaborate bc that was complete news to me. they elaborated that when she was (i think) 17 she met this guy who was 26, they became a couple, and now they waited until she was of legal age to get married. and now she's pregnant. then they told me some stuff that happened pre-mariage, more of her mother's abuse and the likes. they also mention having met the guy and he seemed like he geniunely cared about my neighbor

i felt conflicted on this. on one hand, the age gap is fucked up plain and simple. on the other hand, she finally had her ticket to escape from her mother and her life and to move to the city and i was happy for her. on the other, being pregnant at 18 is insane to me. on the other hand, despite the grossness of the age gap, if the guy is decent its still better than what she would've dealt with if she stayed even longer with her mother. this year, while visiting my grandparents, she came over to visit with her kid and husband and we talked. she seemed geniunely happy. the guy is nice, the kid is healthy, love and pampered, and she finally has some meat on her bones and color in her face. i obviously dont know and cant know what their life is like in the privacy of their own home but compared to the girl i knew before all of this she was doing a lot better. she started a cosmotology school and is soon going to start working. im happy for her, i wish she didnt have to end up being pregnant and married at 18, but i was still happy for her.

everything i said here i told more or less verbatim to the friend i mentioned in the begining. their takeaway was that i was defending the actions of this guy, that i should be even more visibly digusted, and that i support abusive men because i didnt hate their relationship. i didnt know what to even reply to that, as they went off calling me disgusting, calling my village and culture that "allowed" this mariage to be socially acceptable "barbaric" and that i should've spoke up about it. i tried to reiterate my point and clarify that i am digusted by the age gap but the situation my neighbor in was so fucked that you couldnt really do much. they didn't reply, and i haven't heard from them since (idm, we were never really close)

but now im wonder. AITA for seeing this situation the way i do? should i have done more to help her or talk about it?

What are these acronyms?

[ohbo-ohno]

I know that you already answered about Reader not really having household chores, but one can imagine being a housewife as a coping mechanism in serial killer AU......

We just stay in this creepy crawly fuckhouse too long, it reeks of blood and rotten meat and bourbon and we just can't!! Begging the guys to just let us have your way, cleaning everything, burning our hands with bleach and cleaning supplies, forcing Soap to take baths with sweetly scented salts.

Ghost found out about your little hobby and calls you their adorable house wifey....you're scared and afraid and the only thing that allows to keep your mind away is cleaning and cooking and maybe even knitting((( boys getting out of their last hunt, all burly amd sweaty and covered in blood and their little pet wifey is right here, welcoming them in a clean house with ahaky hands. Ghost drops us to his lap like a cat, scrubbing our head while Soap tries to feed us, talking about how perfect their last victim was screaming.

Murder den is too clean, so now they have to drag another victim inside and gut them!! Putting our housewife skills to good use

love a good housewife kink

she needs something to do while they're "gone" all day, she'll go insane otherwise! and it's not like they give her much freedom, there isn't much around to do but cook and clean

but oh my god... the way their obsession with you would become even more deranged if they thought you were trying to take care of them.

you clutching at ghost's hands, nearly scrubbing his hands raw with how harshly you're washing away the blood. meticulous enough to get under the nails and the cuticles, in the grooves of his callouses and scars. he's just staring down at you like you're anointing him. you refuse to let him touch you if you don't get to make sure his hands are clean, and he pretends to barely tolerate it when secretly he loves the whole process

johnny could watch you cook for fucking hours. the way you hustle and bustle around the kitchen, making sure everything is being prepared at the exact right time so it's not too hot or cold for serving, or how focused you get when decorating something you've baked. he buys you a frilly little apron, makes you wear nothing else besides it and jacks off to the way your ass moves when you bend over to take cookies out of the oven.

knitting or crocheting for them :( would take a while for them to trust you with the hooks, but they would eventually. trying to discreetly figure out their measurements without asking - making larger items of clothing takes longer and therefore distracts you for longer! one day they find a whole stash of hats and mittens and sweaters and scarves :( all the gifts you've made for them :( they reward you so nicely for being so good to them <3

also - ghost keeping you captive on his lap and hand feeding you your homemade meal while he and soap talk in gruesome detail about their crimes... yeah that does it for me. you get all wiggly and whiney and he just shushes you, brushes a hand over your head and kisses your hairline, gives you another bite of food when you open your mouth to complain

[glorianamultistan]

Requested by @haocovr :- Ok so hiii. I would like to request a top Lee Jongsuk x bottom male reader. The reader is also a famous actor and they act as a psycho couple in the film "v.i.p". And in one scene in the early beginning things start to get kinda hot in the bts and they hook up frequently after that and are in a relationship. They are a super hot couple.

A Jongsuk request! Yas! I am sorry it took so much time; I hope this is up to the mark. I had never really watched that movie before but I watched it to write this.

I do not own the pic.

Y/n was the glamorous villain of the industry, often his role won over the leads of the project he was involved in. There were times his character, no matter how evil, bigoted, and irredeemable, was not killed off in the drama/movie or given a merciless ending because the whole viewership was mesmerised by the charms with which he played that character.

He never had many fighting scenes, being petite he was always given the role of the strategist of the crime.

For Jongsuk this role was a new experience altogether. He had to practice a lot to get the facial expressions and tone of his voice right. Y/n, his partner in the film was doing great, so much so that often during the filming process Jongsuk had to reel back and remember that this is the same guy who brought homemade cupcakes and tea for the crew.

There was something so beguiling about those lips, eyes, and slithery hand movements that y/n's character did as his partner that Jongsuk was going insane with all the phantom touches that he felt running through his body late after the end of the shootings.

One day during the shooting of a brutal torture scene, Jongsuk was having trouble getting into the expressions as y/n, who came to support his fellow actors as he was not in the scene being shot, was wearing a satin shirt which was a bit too deep cut and all the glory of his body was on display for Jongsuk to have obsessive thoughts over.

After the shoot ended Jongsuk slipped away to meet y/n and found him sitting in his van with the gate open, sipping on what was most probably a milkshake.

'Ah! Hyung, what are you doing here!?' 'The shoot is over so I thought we could go out and have dinner somewhere nice.' Jongsuk's lowered gaze, trying to not look too deep into y/n's shirt made the younger blush. There has been a bit of tension between them since they did a makeout scene, it was shot too perfectly on the first try and since then, the other person has been craving more.

It is hard to forget the arms y/n felt around his waist under the sheets during the shoot, Jongsuk did not have to do it but he dipped them lower as if on instincts, and y/n arranged his legs around elder's waistband hands around his neck as easily as if wearing a familiar jacket.

Jongsuk, on the other hand, would have lost a bit of control if there weren't cameras around them.

'Let me inform my manager; he left just now to buy water.' 'You can wait here, I will bring my car; just give me a minute.'

While waiting for Jongsuk to come by y/n's manager returned with the water bottle and the actor informed him about leaving with Jongsuk.

'Should we prepare ourselves for dating articles?' 'Hyung! Why are you doing this!?' Y/n tried not to blush. 'Well, our pretty little guy has been hanging out with his partner from the movie, and anyone with eyes can not look at the scene you both shot in bed and say it was acting.' 'You have been reading too many fanfics again hyung. I asked you to start reading classics right?' 'Please y/n, I will continue later; here comes your date.'

Jongsuk got out of his car and opened the gate for y/n. 'Hi there, Jongsuk, I will be leaving him in your care tonight; please take him to his house before midnight; he has a shoot tomorrow.' 'Do not worry hyung, I will take good care of him.' 'Hello!? I am sitting right here, I have my own mind and voice? I WILL GO BACK WHEN I WANT!' 'Hyung, let's go, I am hungry.'

Jongsuk drove them to his house, and y/n was hot; he was not ready to step into the elder's house like this. Yet, here he was, sitting at the dining table having dinner with Jongsuk, in his house.

After dinner, both the actors were standing on the balcony and enjoying the view of the city. There was a comfortable silence between them.

'I should drive you back. You have a shoot tomorrow.' 'Let it be, I will get a cab; you should rest; you worked the whole day hyung.' 'I am completely fine to drive you back, really, let's go.' In the hall, as Jongsuk was putting on his jacket y/n blurted out without thinking 'What if I do not want to go back?' 'Oh... Then you can very well stay y/n; you should have just said that, I will show you the guest room, come.'

'No, I mean.' Y/n went closer to Jongsuk and held his jacket while looking down, 'I mean, I want to be with you, here.' 'I won't go away anywhere, y/n.' 'Hyung!' Y/n while stomping his foot and looking up to lock his lips with Jongsuk.

Jongsuk dropped the keys he was holding and put his arm around y/n's waist and a hand behind his head. The kiss deepened, Jongsuk easily entered the younger's mouth, and their tongues slid upon each other, then he started sucking so hard on the younger's tongue and lower lip that y/n moaned and lost his balance.

They were on the floor, y/n's legs spread, Jongsuk's breath and taste lingering in his mouth. 'That... was intense hah!' 'Fuck! Baby! I am not ready to let you go yet, can we please continue?' 'Yes, please yes hyung!'

They shifted to Jongsuk's bedroom, and through the night, y/n was pushed to his limits. He never knew how big the elder was and his rough, intense thrusts and bites all over the body, and the grips, literal kneading of skin, Jongsuk left no pleasure untouched.

The shoot the next day was canceled on the accords of y/n not feeling well. In reality, he was still in bed around 2pm, with Jongsuk all over him, playing with the marks he left.

When he reached his home his manager was already there. 'So?' 'Don't worry, we won't let it slip.' Y/n said as he flopped himself on the sofa. 'Yes! Finally! It was so bland to be your manager from the start. I was too free. I wanted you to have a life but you just never listened to me. Wow, I should treat Jongsuk.' 'What do you mean it was bland being my manager!? I gave you no drama to worry about hyung.' 'But hun, I NEEDED DRAMA!' 'Honestly hyung, I am tired, let me sleep then we will order something nice; you should rest too.'

After that night y/n and Jongsuk had been going to each other's house regularly to spend time together after shoots and they even went on a vacation after the shooting was wrapped up.

Soon, through the grapevine, many industry insiders got to know about two of the hottest actors being in a relationship and they were attending parties and events together. As the news broke out, it was supported by the agencies and that was the first time y/n had to face the hate train of antis.

Well, it did not bother him as so many of them got a legal notice from his and Jongsuk's company that they became famous as the 'no-nonsense couple' of the industry.

P.S.:- If you liked it, you can support me by buying me a coffee; link's on my page.

[mickeyswhore]

Good Little Christian

A/N: Beginning of a series here (maybe?), the tales of Mickey corrupting you.

Summary: Mickey got caught, and his defense was working surprisingly. Your parents were the presidents of a Christian coalition that was funding Mickey's lawyer's fees, for the first time they allowed you to meet him and Mickey Altieri isn't like the man they described at all.

Mickey Altieri x Reader

Warnings: smut, Mickey is a manipulative and cocky bastard.

Mickey couldn’t actually believe it, he was going to get away with it. The press was eating it up his insane defence, questions were being raised everyday about what kind of entertainment children and young adults should be allowed to watch, and his biggest supporters? Your parents, they were absolutely filthy rich and such devout Christians, they got Mickey the best legal team money could buy and it was working. His lawyers were all extremely good looking, so the jury were already biased towards them, Mickey was receiving letters of support from women all over the country that understand his plight.

Your parents took time off work to help with anything that Mickey might need, well your father did, your mother was a stay at home wife. They fully embraced Mickey and made sure to remind him that it wasn’t his fault and that he can repent, in times such as these Mickey wanted to laugh in their faces, he was a psycho and proud of it but he needed to keep up the act.

You were feeling neglected, you were an only child and your parents spent every waking moment with this Mickey Altieri guy and you were sick of it. They completely forgot about you, and you were going to confront them about it. They entered the house and you were in the kitchen, it was quite late so your parents thought it was odd that you were still awake.

���Sweetie, what you’re doing up? It’s late.” Your mum started but you simply rolled your eyes.

“Now you care about where I am, I haven’t seen either of you for weeks. You only have time for that man.” You refused to say his name, it felt like a crime.

“Darling, we apologise.” Your father said, after looking at your mother. They were sorry, you could see it but it didn't stop the hurting. “There are some things that we can do together as a family again, and if you’d like you can meet Mickey. You’d see how much of a brilliant young man he is and he needs our help.” You weren’t happy but it was a step in the right direction, maybe if you do meet Mickey you can see there’s nothing to worry about.

“Fine, I don’t have classes tomorrow we can go.” They hugged you and you hugged them back, maybe all of this will be over soon.

“We love you very much.” Your mother told you, but you just nodded. You wanted to see them change not just words and empty promises.

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Today was the day that you were finally gonna meet Mickey Altieri, your mother baked something for him, cookies. He was out on bail, thanks to your parents so they rented him an apartment that is very close to the court. It was nice how your parents to help someone, but sometimes it felt as if Mickey was taking advantage of your parents and their values. You were going to find out today, if he was…well, you were going to tell your parents and hopefully remove Mickey Altieri from your life and most importantly, your parents’.

Since you lived in a gated community, away from the city, it took your parents and you almost two hours to get to Mickey’s place. It was a smooth ride, just boring your parents were taking an interest in your life again, which was very nice. The three of you finally got there, you wore a summer dress, yellow. When you got there were lawyers all around, all working very hard to keep Mickey out of jail. Between all of the lawyers, in the center of it all, there was the man responsible for the negligence of your parents, Mickey Altieri. He looked apprehensive, biting on his nails, looking between the lawyers and he hasn’t noticed your parents or you for that matter. Your father clears his throat and everyone looks at the three of you, Mickey’s face lights up seeing your parents and he goes to them.

“So glad that you’re here.” He shakes your father’s hand and hugs your mother, he looks at you while he does it and has a face of realisation on his face while looking at you. “You must be the daughter, I’ve heard so much about. Your parents are always talking about you, I feel as if we know each other already.” Mickey gave you a big hug, you couldn’t deny that he was very attractive and that he smelled nice. “It’s great to meet you.” He says with a genuine smile on his face.

“Isn’t he such a nice man, sweetheart?” Your mother was hopeful, it was very important that the two of you got along well, especially with what they wanted to do. To keep her happy you simply nodded, you caught Mickey ogling you unabashedly.

“We’ll leave the two of you to get acquainted with each other.” Your father announced and guided your mother towards the kitchen. For now it was just you and Mickey.

“Would you like to get to the balcony? There’s so many questions that I’d love to ask you.” You could tell why your parents liked Mickey, he was lively and extremely extroverted, you couldn’t help but compare yourself to him, you weren’t like that at all.

“Sure.” You followed him to the balcony, your parents were hopeful about the two of you getting along.

Mickey closed the door and looked at you, he smiled.

“Sorry, much less noise now. Please, sit down.” He motioned for the chairs and you did, he put his chair right in front of you. Your bare legs were touching his covered ones, you would be lying if you said that you didn't feel anything, you took a deep breath and had a quick glance at his legs, Mickey caught that and smirked. This might be easier than he thought. “So…tell me about yourself.” His hand got to your leg, he was gauging your reaction, you looked at his hand on your thigh and didn't say anything.

“There’s not much to tell…” You shrugged, the feeling if his hand on your thigh felt incredibly good.

“Aw, come on.” His hand went a bit higher, he was truly testing the waters, seeing how much he can get away with. Mickey got even closer to you, you could feel his breath close to your cheek. “Do you have a boyfriend?” His tone was lower and goosebumps could be felt all over your body, his fingers were almost reaching your pussy.

“No, of course not.” You laughed, your parents were always very strict and forbidded you to have a boyfriend for all of your highschool years, now that you were in college you didn't have time for that.

“I find that very hard to believe, bunny.” He whispered in your ear, his fingers finally reached your clothed pussy, making you gasp and Mickey was beyond himself. “The second your parents showed me a picture of you, and ever since then I wanted to pop your cherry, bunny.” Mickey actually knew a lot about you.

He knew how much your parents loved you, how much you were feeling neglected about the fact your parents spent all of their time with him and not you. That you were an introvert, that you were the golden child and never misbehaved and he simply had to corrupt you. Your parents wanted him to live in their house after the trial was over, and Mickey couldn’t wait to live under the same roof as you, he was going to mold you into his perfect little bunny.

“That is not appropriate, Mickey.” You found the courage to whisper, especially with the fact that you were incredibly wet. “You’re not my husband.” You completed, and Mickey laughed.

“Oh, baby. You’re perfect for me.” He could tell that someone was coming so he got away from you slightly and started laughing.

“Is everything alright here?” Your mother asked with a smile and looked at you expectantly, this was it. You could stop everything, you had Mickey by the balls and you could have your parents back.

“Everything is fine, mum.” You smiled and Mickey looked at you with the biggest grin on his face, he already owned you, you simply needed to be aware of that fact.

[kindestofkings]

got a book for every situation

ryan mcmahon x reader

reader runs a bookstagram/bookclub but instead of just reading about love, until she meets a certain drummer...

authors note: guys i think i love ryan an unhealthy amount

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location: london!

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yourusername heyy guys sorry I've been kind of quiet on here but I've MOVED egh it's been v scary and hectic even though it was only from Dublin to London. don't worry tho bookstagram will stay alive !

hows everyone doing?! what are yee reading rn?

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yourusername ik shaking things up hehe, also hope you're enjoying the heartbreaking miscommunication ... bookfan1 it is hard out here :(

bookfan2 no way I'm living in london ! lmk if you need any friends here xx

yourusername omg yes! I was thinking of starting a bookclub? thoughts? bookfan2 yes I'd so be down !! bookfan3 me too! I just moved here aswell

bookfan4 currently just buying books and not reading them

yourusername meee, expect I'm now broke from moving so I'm on a self-inflicted book ban 😔😔

ryanmcmahon_15

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ryanmcmahon_15 get on your jogging shorts and pick up a brush

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inhalerfan1 ok artist 🥴

inhalerfan2 your bob ross era omg

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yourusername new city but same old hopeless romantic <3 maybe london will hold a romantic interest ?

also next months bookclub is organised so keep an eye out for my story with the dets 💗

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bookfan1 yayyy can't wait!!

bookfan2 omg getting closer to a face reveal by the day

yourusername 🤭🤭

yourbestie YOU COULD EASILY HAVE A ROMANTIC INTEREST IF YOU TEXTED THAT GUY ! (also come home I miss your bookclub)

yourusername ughh leave off it ! he was just being nice .. yourbestie oohh yeah he walked up to you at a bar, talked to you for a few and then gave you his number only because he was being nice... mmhmm bookfan2 omg text him what the hell! bookfan3 this is the stuff of books! bookfan2 is he cute?? yourusername ahahha yes. and fineeee I'll text him 😅 terrifying😅

ryanmcmahon_15 added to his story!

location: london!

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bobbyskeetz ehhhhh what do we have here??

joshjennkinson_ IS THAT THE GIRL FROM THE BAR !!!

↳ ryanmcmahon_15 it might me yes 🤭

inhalerfan1 ryannnn okay cheater !

yourusername posted on their story!

location: national gallery!

fear I'm terrible date company, but in my defence there was stuff to read EVERYWHERE

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yourbestie WE DONT CARE ABOUT THE PLAQUE HOW WAS THE DATE !!!!

↳ it was so good, he was the sweetest and really into art and and is really passionate about music and and and he was just really pretty ...

↳ yourbestie omg girlllll you are hung UP

ryanmcmahon_15 great company* lets not lie

↳ ahhh have you not made me blush enough this month !

bookfan1 stop you are slay, he's so lucky for your company !

joshjenkinson_,bobbyskeetz and elijahhewson just followed you!

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yourusername happy 9 months to my pride and joy, our book club <3

your support has meant to me and has supported my reading addiction, big MWAH !

I've met so many new friends, insanely made it onto three publishing houses pr list?!?!? and got a job all through this little bookstagram. you all are the best xx

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bookfan1 wooow we love a successful queen !

bookfan2 reading is sooo hot and sooo slay

bookfan3 is that a book bouquet? and a pic taken by someone else???

yourusername mwhahah eagled eye youuuu. also HOW cute is the bouquet ! (liked by ryanmcmahon_15)

inhalerfan1 high key why did all the band follow a random bookstagram?

inhalerfan2 shes irish living in london, maybe they're friends from home?? inhalerfan3 but then they'd already follow her tho

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yourusername dating a musician means one thing... associating tunes with books !!!

(also getting your oranges peeled for you 😭😭)

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yourbestie y'all are adorable, I love <3

bookfan1 he seems so sweet !

ryanmcmahon_15 you forgot forcing people to listen to lana del ray...

yourusername oh yeah !! how could I forget that I'm bettering the lives of others :))) bobbyskeetz he does be humming let the light in constantly. yourusername awhhh too soft for it

inhalerfan1 ooohhh is she dating ryan !?

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yourusername ugh sick with love, but he reads my favourite books and instead of annotations he paints them 🥹

also tickets for next month's book club are out this sundayyyyy ! Xx

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inhalerfan1 omg boyfriend ryan is everything

joshjenkinson_ ryan being in his bookworm era has the tour bus kinda quiet

bookfan1 sooo invested in your relationship , also have the alarm set for the tickets !

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ryanmcmahon_15 black and white is owned by lewevans btw

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yourusername being really cool is owned by you btw

joshjenkinson_ 2/3 pics you're reading, yourusername your power is unmatched 🤭

elijahhewson reading era

inhalerfan1 hahaha ugh I love them your honour

lewevans 🖤 🤍

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gorgeous boy <;3

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↳ hahhaha omg imagine ! dont tempt me..

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yourusername yeah my boyfriends pretty cool but he's not as cool as

THE BOOKSTORE THAT I FOUND WHICH SELLS BOOKS AND PICKLES !!!

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bobbyskeetz meeeee, im a brooklyn babyyyy

yourusername you get me.

yourbestie you are SO cool

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yourusername it was the cutiest little secondhand bookshop in the lower east side of manhattan but they also make their own pickles

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what did you think? 😏

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM BATMAN *  assorted dialogue from the 1989 film

i want you to do me a favor.

i know who you are.

can you pass the salt?

why is it every time i come for you, somebody always gets in the way.

who do you trust?

are we gonna try to love each other?

i thought i was a pisces!

i like you a lot.

you know what they say?

that wasn't easy to get over, and don't think that i didn't try.

he stole my balloons!

i'm sorry, this is my cab.

i've gotta go to work.

perhaps you could try telling them the truth.

i love that tie.

listen, i was here first!

pardon me, but that's not a denial.

nice outfit!

if you gotta go, go with a smile.

i'm only laughing on the outside.

shall we dance?

what? what are you talking about?

it's an important job.

my life is really... complex.

i mean, how childish can you get?

i don't know if it's art, but i like it!

i've been dead once already.

i'm gonna need a minute or two alone.

who the hell are you?

i've recently had a tragedy in my life.

i have no wish to fill my few remaining years grieving for the loss of old friends.

they say he drinks blood.

oh, you're a visionary.

they don't make them like they used to.

you idiot! you made me!

i don't seem to be on the guest list.

you wanna get nuts? come on. let's get nuts.

i always ask that of my prey.

you killed my parents.

they're not bad people.

i thought champagne would be in order.

what are you?

will you marry me?

you look fine.

maybe we can cut a deal.

they love you a lot.

i'm not going to kill you.

i say... you're full of shit.

i'm not a bit surprised.

come on, you gruesome son of a bitch!

i just like the sound of it.

what are you laughing at?

take your camera.

i'm glad you're dead.

what do you want?

oh thank god you're alive.

hey, let's beat it.

we'll just shake hands and that'll be it.

grab it. whatever you do, don't let go.

right now, shut up.

feel free to drop in.

i'm going to kill you!

i don't like it up here.

oh, i got a live one here!

as you can see, i'm a lot happier.

now that's good work!

you know why they're so odd?

will you buy me lunch?

i didn't ask.

i like them already.

i couldn't find my socks without them.

you wouldn't hit a guy with glasses on, would you?

if you could see inside, i'm really crying.

you must be joking.

nobody wants a war.

you can quote me on that.

i've got to get you to the church on time.

if anyone else calls you beast, i'll rip their lungs out.

where does he get those wonderful toys?

don't kill me! don't kill me!

how do you know?

is that what you heard?

well, i'm in trouble now.

i love a good party.

let's broaden our minds.

what a dick.

i'd say we break into the place, trash the office, and make off with the records and say it was industrial espionage.

i make art until someone dies.

this house and all this stuff really doesn't seem like you at all.

honey, you'll never believe what happened to me today.

wait 'til they get a load of me.

can we get somebody else to do this?

what if we say no?

you say such beautiful things.

the pen is truly mightier than the sword.

some people say the same thing about you.

i mean, let's face it. you're not exactly normal, are you?

do i look like i'm joking?

you must be insane.

i'm reading your stuff.

i'm no picasso, but do you like it?

so what brings you here?

life's been good to me.

stop the press! who is that?

shut up and listen!

don't flatter yourself.

haven't you ever heard of the healing power of laughter?

i want you to tell all your friends about me.

it's time to retire!

brought you a little snack.

[hussyknee]

I got a cleaning service to come clean upstairs three weeks ago because I was so sick and living in filth and Mum's housekeeper wouldn't lift a finger to help me. I was so happy at how good a job the guy did that I gave him a huge tip. And then the housekeeper fucked off on holiday next day and I had to lug all the trash out myself and thank god I looked in it because this idiot had thrown all three of my cats' scratch baskets in it along with a solid brass window fastener. I looked through the trash best I could but I don't know how well I did it through the haze of pain and fatigue. I figured he'd thought the baskets were done for because my cats had scratched them to pieces and the brass fastener might have been a mistake. Then a week later I can't find the very expensive coir carpets that were in my room floor. Or my bottle of screen cleaner I last saw rolled under the bed. At that point I called the place and demanded where that guy had stuffed them and the supervisor said he didn't remember as it had been two weeks and why didn't I call earlier. FOR THE SAME REASON I NEEDED A CLEANING SERVICE FUCKBRAIN I CAN'T MOVE WITHOUT WANTING TO CRY IN PAIN. I know the cleaner didn't take anything with him because he didn't bring a bag and his hands were empty so I figured he'd left whatever stuff he found on the floor in a pile somewhere. WHO THROWS THEIR CLIENT'S STUFF AWAY WITHOUT ASKING?? WHO THROWS OUT A SOLID BRASS HANDLE AND A FULL BOTTLE ON THE FLOOR?? WHO THROWS AWAY BRAND NEW CARPETS??

And now my nice kurta top that was lying on the upstairs couch is also missing. It's nowhere I can find, not in my closet or anyone else's. I want to wail. That's 12k rupees down the drain and I can't even prove he threw them away because the housekeeper was belligerent to him and he insists she must have done it. I fucking hate her but she's worked here for fifteen years being belligerent at people without misplacing anything or trying to frame them by stealing our shit.

I'm heartbroken because none of this would have happened if my body fucking worked. Or my brain stopped being ADHD or I wasn't naive enough to trust people aren't fucking insane. Or if any of the two other able bodied adults in the house would fucking help me. My whole body hurts because I spent the morning tearing the place apart looking for my blouse. And now I can't go to the public hospital to pick up my free medication because I hurt too bad. So I have to buy that this week as well.

I hate being helpless!! I can't live like this anymore!!!

[serenelystrange]

At AO3, or under the cut!

Buck opens the door an hour after downloading the Handy-Helper app, revealing a man about his age with a backpack slung over one shoulder. He has closely cut dark hair and big brown eyes that look up the few inches between them in open curiosity.

“I’m looking for a Mr. Buckley?” the guy says, eyeing Buck. “I’m supposed to help moved some furniture.”

“Yeah, of course,” Buck says, moving back to open the door. “Come on in, the stuff in the living-room needs to be moved to the bedroom.”

The man follows, letting Buck close the door after him and stepping to the side, waiting awkwardly.

“You’re Mr. Buckley?” he asks, clearly trying to hide his skepticism.

“Buck,” he introduces himself, giving a half-aborted wave. “But yeah, I’m the one who hired you.”

The man gives him a contemplative look before sighing and shrugging.

“Well, you already paid through the app, so I guess I can’t complain. But please at least tell me you’re an actual adult, we’re not supposed to be in the houses alone with any underage people.”

“Relax,” Buck laughs, “I’m 21. Maddie says I’ll grow out of the baby face eventually, but for now I’m stuck like this.”

The guy cracks a smile at that and reaches out to shake Buck’s hand, appeased.

“I’m Eddie,” he says. “And we’re actually the same age, so I feel way less creepy about this whole thing now.”

“You look older,” Buck says, wincing as the words tumble out. “Not like.. not in a bad way. Just older than me, I guess.”

“It’s the beard,” Eddie says, eyes crinkling as he laughs good-naturedly. “I probably look 15 under it. Which is why it stays.”

“I’ll have to give that a try,” Buck says, before gesturing towards the other room.

“It’s this way, it shouldn’t take long, I just put together a few things and realized too late that I didn’t buy a moving dolly, and couldn’t lift them by myself.”

“I brought some tools,” Eddie says, raising his shoulder to gesture to the backpack, ���just in case something needed adjusting.”

“Thanks,” Buck says, “but I think we’re good. Just need to get the wardrobe and the dresser moved into the bedroom. I underestimated how heavy oak would actually be.”

Eddie just nods in understanding and lets Buck lead the way.

It only takes about a half hour of careful carrying and inching along until the furniture is set up inside Buck’s spacious bedroom, and he offers Eddie a quick smile as the man prepares to leave.

“Thanks again,” he says as they head towards the front door.

“No problem,” Eddie says, reaching for the door just as Buck remembers the cash in his pocket.

“Oh wait,” Buck says, offering Eddie the folded bills in his hand.

“Oh,” Eddie says, before looking down at them, “thanks, man. You didn’t need to tip, I barely did anything.”

“No take-backs,” Buck says, closing Eddie’s hand around the bills awkwardly before stepping back as Eddie opens the door. “Have a good one.”

“You, too,” Eddie says as he’s practically ushered out the door, Buck locking it securely after him.

He just hopes Eddie doesn’t notice how much he tipped until he’s already home.

You can’t tip me $100 for 30 minutes of work.

The text comes through the Handy Helper app several hours later, and Buck frowns at the screen. He didn’t think they would be able to communicate after the job had been completed.

Shrugging at the latest in technology failures, he opens the chat and responds.

Can and did. Deal with it Mr. … whatever your last name is.

Nothing happens for a few minutes and Buck figures Eddie is just taking the win, when the phone buzzes again, three times in rapid succession.

You’re insane.

But also thank you? No, definitely thank you. But also also, what the hell, man.

It’s Diaz, by the way.

Buck grins down at his phone.

It was nice to meet you, Eddie Diaz.

Eddie doesn’t reply, but Buck doesn’t mind. For once, he’s had a really nice day.

Buck decides to repaint the living-room a few weeks later, the bland cream color depressing him the longer he looks at it. The hardware store has everything he needs, including the moving dolly he finally remembered to buy, but by the time he gets home, he realizes he absolutely doesn’t want to do this alone.

He pulls up the Handy-Helper app and starts typing up a post of what he’s looking for, when he sees the little icon for messages and pauses, thumb hovering over the spot. Before he can talk himself out of it, he clicks on the messages, surprised to see he can still chat to Eddie weeks later. He’ll have to send them a message about security…after Eddie responds.

Hey. It’s Buck, from a while back? You helped me move some furniture. I know this is kinda out of nowhere, but are you available to help me paint my living room? I tried to find a ‘request helper’ option or something but couldn’t find anything.

He waits anxiously, hoping he doesn’t sound like a weirdo. He really does want the help, and maybe the completely platonic company, and Eddie seems like a cool guy. And ok yeah, he’s possibly the prettiest man he’s ever seen in real life, but that’s besides the point.

Sorry, man. It’s my kid’s birthday party today.

Buck frowns at the phone thoughtfully. Eddie hadn’t mentioned a kid. Or any kind of significant other. He hadn’t given too much detail at all, now that Buck thinks about it. But he had listened to Buck ramble with an encouraging smile, not looking bored or annoyed even once.

Don’t be sorry, your kid is obviously more important than my sad beige walls. Tell them Happy Birthday. Eat some cake for me!

He puts the phone down on his kitchen counter, sure that Eddie won’t respond since he’s obviously in the middle of things, but is proven wrong only a minute later.

He says Happy Birthday back. Which doesn’t make sense, but he just turned two, so.

Buck smiles down at the message fondly, imaging a tiny boy with a mop of dark hair and Eddie’s warm brown eyes. Before he can devolve further, the phone buzzes again.

He’s with his mom tomorrow, if your walls can wait. I can be there any time after 10.

Surprised, Buck finds himself nodding along, before remembering he has to actually respond.

Sounds good! Show up around noon, it should only take a few hours.

Eddie sends back a single thumbs-up, and Buck stares at it with a dopey grin longer than he probably should.

“He has a kid with a mom,” Buck mumbles to himself. “He’s probably straight. Don’t get your hopes up, Buckley.”

Eddie shows up at 12pm on the dot the next day, dressed in paint spattered jeans and a Green Day band tee that has definitely seen better days.

“Didn’t want to get paint on good clothes,” Eddie says, as Buck opens the door and chuckles at the outfit. “Here.”

He shoves a plastic container into Buck’s hand, and Buck peers inside it as he lets Eddie into the house.

“Is this birthday cake?” he asks, noting the remnants of swirled frosting.

“My Tia made it,” Eddie confirms, “it’s really good. You allergic to anything that could be in a birthday cake? Because I’m not actually sure what’s in it.”

Buck shakes his head and holds the container to his chest, touched by the gesture.

“Unless she put kiwis in it, I’m good,” he says.

“I think you’re safe,” Eddie says, grinning. “So, what are we working with here?”

Buck finds that he and Eddie work surprisingly well together for people who have barely met, but he’s not about to argue with results. By the time 5 o’clock rolls around, all the walls are painted and well on their way to dry, the furniture is back into approximately the right places, and the cleanup is done.

“This looks really nice,” Buck says, standing in the middle of the room and looking around appraisingly. “Medium-sage was a good choice, I think.”

“The green looks good with the sectional,” Eddie agrees. “It definitely looks, I don’t know, warmer?”

“Way less depressing,” Buck says. “Let me grab your pay, my wallet is in the other room, gimme a minute.”

“Nothing crazy!” Eddie calls out after him from where he’s standing by the couch. “The app only charges like $20 an hour.”

“I didn’t hire you through the app,” Buck says, coming back and handing Eddie a stuffed bank envelope. “And you did way more work this time, you should be paid for your time.”

“Buck..” Eddie says, clearly torn between taking the money and taking advantage of some guy he barely knows.

“If it helps,” Buck says, “it’s twenties in there, not hundreds or anything.”

Eddie hesitates, but then shoves the envelope in his jeans while nodding.

“It still feels like too much,” he says, “but I’m not gonna argue with you. You must be doing alright if you own a nice house at 21.”

“Trust fund kid,” Buck explains, face flushing. “God, that’s embarrassing to say out loud. But no, you don’t have to worry about bankrupting me.”

“Good,” Eddie says, relaxing a little. “Here, let me see your phone. Next time you need help, just text me, in case they ever fix that message thing on the app.”

Buck hands him the unlocked phone and Eddie adds his info before handing it back. Buck texts him immediately to make sure Eddie gets his number and Eddie pulls out his own phone to read the message, smiling at the little “hi :-)” message.

“Oh is that your kid?” Buck asks, noticing Eddie’s lockscreen is himself and a small child.

“Christopher,” Eddie says, turning the screen to show Buck fully.

The toddler on the screen has a mop of blonde curls, and what looks like blue eyes beneath his rubber eyeglasses. He’s looking more at Eddie than the camera, but the wide smile on his face is adorable all the same.

“Look at his little glasses!” Buck practically coos. “He’s adorable.”

“Thanks,” Eddie says, smiling at the picture before he locks his phone and puts it back in his pocket. “I should get going. See you around, yeah?”

Buck nods, trying not to appear too eager, and follows Eddie to the door like last time, intent on locking up behind him.

“See you.”

Buck tries not to be the guy that lusts after a probably-straight guy he’s only spent maybe six total hours with, but as the weeks go on, he finds himself spectacularly failing. Particularly while in the shower, or in the late night hours when the darkness of his bedroom hides his shame.

It gets to the point where he stalks through the entire house looking for anything that might need building or updating, feeling stupidly disappointed when he can’t find a thing. Realizing what a weirdo he’s beginning to sound like, Buck shakes himself out of the thoughts and resolved to stop obsessing over a man, even one as beautiful as Eddie Diaz. He just needs to get laid.

The club is obnoxiously loud when Buck finally gets in, the bouncer having inspected his license way longer than he needed to. He makes a beeline for the bar, wanting nothing more than to get so drunk that his brain turns off for at least one night.

He’s two mixed-drinks deep and working on the third when the space beside him is filled by a petite woman with red hair and a low cut dress.

“Look at you,” she says, turning and looking him up and down approvingly.

She has sharp blue eyes outlined in smeared eyeliner, and an admittedly attractive smirk on her pretty face.

“Look at you,” Buck replies, as he does just that.

“Want to go hook up in my car?” she asks him, and Buck is slightly taken aback by her bluntness.

“Do you want to have a drink first?” Buck asks, more out of ingrained politeness than anything else, and the woman’s smirk turns into an amused grin.

“Oh, you’re adorable,” she says. “I definitely don’t need to be trashed to climb you like a tree. If you’re into it.”

And well, when it’s put like that. He’s bisexual, not stupid.

“Lead the way,” he says, letting her grab his hand and downing the last of his drink before following her out.

“What’s your name, anyway?” she asks later, when they’re sweaty and catching their breath in the backseat of her surprisingly roomy sedan.

“Buck,” he says. “Evan, really, but I uh, I go by Buck.”

“Cool,” she says, not asking for further details, which Buck is just fine with in this case. “I’m Taylor.”

“Nice to meet you?” Buck says, never quite sure how he’s supposed to act with someone he doesn’t know but has just been inside of.

“It was fun,” Taylor says, grinning and holding up a hand for Buck to high-five. “Ten out of ten, would ride again.”

Buck, bewildered but amused, slaps his hand to hers and laughs.

“Do you want to go out some time?” he asks as Taylor cleans herself up with some tissues and tugs her dress back down into place.

“No offense, babe,” she says, holding out a paper bag for Buck to throw the tied-off condom into, “but I was just looking for a good time. Not a boyfriend.”

“Can I kiss you goodbye, then?” Buck asks, internally cringing at how needy he must sound. But Taylor just shrugs and tosses the paper bag to the floor to deal with later before letting Buck pull her back in for a few slow kisses.

“Do you need a ride home?” she asks when she gets bored of the kissing. “You shouldn’t drive when your eyes are still so glassy.”

“Nah, I took an uber,” Buck says, “I’ll get one home.”

He doesn’t have the heart to tell her the shiny eyes have nothing to do with the alcohol at all. Instead, he finishes putting himself back together and stumbles out of her car, moving aside so he can watch her drive away.

Buck gets home somewhere after 2AM, still kind of drunk and somehow even sadder than he had been when the night started. Stripping off everything but his boxers, he flops down onto his bed and holds his phone open on Eddie’s contact page, just staring.

I’m drunk and did something stupid.

He regrets texting Eddie the moment he hits send, but it’s too late now, and Buck watches in horror as the speech bubbles pop up as Eddie responds.

Bad hookup stupid, or might end up in jail stupid?

Buck laughs at the message as he responds.

First one, he says. It was good, actually. Just stupid. She called me adorable.

Doesn’t sound that bad.

Buck is trying to figure out how to word his thoughts when Eddie texts again.

And I mean, you are kinda adorable.

And well. Buck has no idea how to respond to that at all.

Why are you even awake? He asks instead, ignoring the fact that he’d been the one to start the conversation.

Couldn’t sleep.

Buck snorts a laugh at the incredibly vague reasoning.

Thanks for answering, he texts. He wants to ask Eddie to come over, or maybe to call and talk to him until he can fall asleep, but he knows both options are unreasonable.

No problem. Get some sleep, Buck.

Buck doesn’t think it’s likely to happen, but he drops his phone and closes his eyes all the same.

It’s only been a few days since the club when Buck is staring into his fridge, trying to muster up the energy to make something for breakfast, when his phone buzzes in his pocket.

Eddie, in what Buck is learning is just his style, has texted him several times.

Hey

It’s Eddie

This might sound kind of weird, but, do you want to go to the zoo with me and Chris? We were gonna stop at IHOP or something to get pancakes on the way, if you’re interested.

Buck has to stop himself from responding instantly, instead giving it a full thirty seconds before he starts typing.

That sounds like fun. Just tell me where to meet you guys.

He’s already planning on how quickly he can get showered and dressed when Eddie responds.

I can pick you up if you can be ready in 30?

This time Buck doesn’t bother holding off his reply.

Sounds good

He plugs his phone in to charge and heads towards the shower, feeling a million times lighter than he had.

Chrisopher is, predictably, the cutest little thing he’s ever seen, and he takes to Buck immediately, demanding little pieces of Buck’s pancakes even though he has his own in front of him.

“Chris,” Eddie scolds him softly, “leave Buck’s pancakes alone.”

Chris ignores his father and instead gives Buck the full force of his puppy eyes, and Buck crumbles like a house of cards.

“It’s fine,” he tells Eddie, letting Chris grab the piece of pancake from his fork and shove it into his mouth. “Sharing is caring, right?”

“You’re ridiculous,” Eddie says with a teasing laugh. “You’ve known him twenty minutes and are already whipped.”

“Look at his little face, Eddie,” Buck says, melting again as Chris smiles at him, face covered in syrup.

Eddie just laughs again.

“You don’t have to carry him all the way back to the car,” Eddie says when they’re done at the zoo. “I brought the stroller for a reason.”

He’s carrying the folded up stroller, having barely needed it all day since Chris refused to be parted from Buck for long. Buck feels probably more smug than he should about it, but it feels nice to be liked.

“He’s comfy where he is,” Buck says, rubbing Chris’ back soothingly as the boy sleeps against his shoulder. “I don’t want to wake him up.”

“You’re really good with him,” Eddie says instead of arguing, which Buck appreciates. “I’m pretty sure he’s going to have a fit when he wakes up at home and his giant personal chauffer is gone.”

Buck grins, pleased.

“We’ll just have to all hang out again, then. I hear Lego Land is fun.”

“The kid does love Legos,” Eddie agrees. “It’s a date.”

And then he’s scooping Chris out of Buck’s arms and buckling him into his car-seat securely, seemingly unaware of the tizzy he’s just sent Buck’s mind into.

He doesn’t mention it the entire ride home, so neither does Buck.

It feels like a very long drive.

It becomes a thing, after that. Nearly every weekend that Eddie has Chris, Buck finds himself tagging along on whatever they’re doing. Sometimes it’s just the park, or on various errands, but Buck doesn’t care. The weeks melt into months, and before he knows it, he’s known Eddie half a year, and is no closer to making a move than he had been when they met.

“Can I ask you a kind of rude question?” Eddie asks.

They’re in Buck’s kitchen, leaned up against the counter as they wait for the frozen pizza to finishing baking in the oven.

“Go for it,” Buck says, turning and leaning his side against the counter instead so that he can look at Eddie.

“Do you have a job?” Eddie asks. “I know you probably don’t need to work, but I have a hard time imagining you don’t get bored with nothing to do. But you never talk about work.”

Buck shakes his head and gives a little shrug.

“I haven’t figured out what I want to do yet. And my shitty parents’ money might as well be used for something until I do, ya know?”

Eddie laughs and nods. “Fair enough. It just sounds like maybe Chris and I are your only friends, unless you just never talk about anybody else around us.”

“I don’t actually know anyone else here, besides casually,” Buck confirms, looking down. “I only moved to L.A. a month or so before we met. And uh, I guess I’m not the best at making friends. It’s a lot harder than it was in high school.”

“Hey, don’t look so sad,” Eddie says, reaching out and placing a warm hand over Buck’s shoulder. “You’re a great friend. I was just wondering. There’s nothing wrong with not having a giant social circle. If I didn’t have relatives nearby, I wouldn’t have friends either.”

“You have me,” Buck says, looking back up at Eddie.

“I’m glad I found you,” Eddie says, giving Buck a soft smile. “Seriously. I don’t know much about your life or your family, but I get the feeling that they weren’t the best.”

“My sister was good,” Buck says, “great, really. But she got married and moved away and I only hear from her once in a while now.”

“Well then, your parents sound like they fucking suck,” Eddie says. “Because you’re so… good. You’re just a really good guy, Buck. And I just need you to know that.”

“Shit, Eds,” Buck says, eyes welling up with tears against his will. “You can’t just say nice things all sincerely and expect me not to cry.”

“Can and did,” Eddie says, grinning in a way that Buck knows he’s been waiting months to throw those words back at him. “Deal with it.”

“Happy Birthday, Buck.”

Eddie nearly sings the words as Buck opens the door, confused but pleased to see him standing there.

“I didn’t tell you my birthday,” Buck says, moving on autopilot at this point to let Eddie in.

“You have it on your Instagram,” Eddies says. “And you were just gonna let the day pass without saying anything, what’s up with that?”

“Guess I didn’t feel like celebrating,” Buck says, moving into the living room and plopping down on the couch.

Eddie nods, oddly quiet, and follows him. Buck notices the bouquet in one of his hands then and looks at them curiously.

“Did you bring me birthday flowers?” he asks.

Eddie nods again, stepping closer until he’s standing in front of Buck, and hands him the flowers, a dozen red roses.

“These are beautiful,” Buck says, smelling the flowers before placing them gently on the coffee table. “Thank you.”

“Figured maybe the flowers would get my point across,” Eddie says, staring down at Buck with an inscrutable expression. “But maybe I have to be more direct.”

“What are you talking about?” Buck asks, seeming to notice finally just how close they are to one another.

“I want to celebrate you,” Eddie says, giving him a crooked smile. “I was trying to be all cool about it, but really, I just want to spend your birthday with you. Because you deserve to be loved and celebrated, especially today.”

“Loved?” Buck asks, eyes wide.

“And celebrated,” Eddie repeats. “Keep up, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart?” Buck asks, voice going raspy around the word. “Am I having a stroke?”

“I really hope not,” Eddie says, “because I want to kiss the fuck out of you, and I probably shouldn’t do that if you’re having a medical emergency.”

“You want to kiss me?” Buck asks, the slightest feeling of hope creeping in as he takes in the besotted look on Eddie’s face. He’s not sure how he’s missed it until now.

“Can I?” Eddie asks, and Buck is pulling him down by the t-shirt with enthusiasm the moment the words are out of his mouth.

Eddie slides down onto his lap, bracketing Buck’s waist with his knees and linking his fingers together behind Buck’s neck to tilt his mouth up into the kiss. Buck loses himself to the feeling, whole body buzzing from Eddie’s touch, the skin around his mouth scratching under Eddie’s beard, his own hands gliding under Eddie’s shirt to run across the smooth skin of his back before gripping his waist and holding on. He thinks he understands finally, when people talk about sparks flying. He’s pretty sure he could power an entire city right now.

“Fuck,” Eddie says, as he pulls away to breathe, eyes wild and achingly beautiful. “I’ve never kissed a guy before. Does it always feel like this?”

Buck shakes his head, staring at Eddie adoringly and reaching up to trace his reddened mouth with his thumb.

“It never feels like this,” he replies. “Pretty sure you’ve ruined me now. I’ll never be able to kiss anyone else without being disappointed.”

Eddie grins and tilts his head just enough to press a kiss into the palm of Buck’s hand.

“Well then I guess we’ll just have to never break up. Deal?”

Buck sighs happily as Eddie leans in again, and meets him halfway.

“Deal.”

The End

[polarisbibliotheque]

Dante and Vergil with their s/o giving them late Christmas presents

Pairing: Dante x Reader; Vergil x Reader

Summary: Interestingly enough, Christmas was a time of the year when demons decided to cause mayhem - giving the whole crew enough work for months to come. Because of that, you didn't have the chance to buy your dear devil a present... But that wouldn't stop you from showing you cared.

Age restriction: none, really. Dante's present you can interpret as NSFW only if you WANT to. It pleases all readers: you can read it as something very silly or kinda spicy - and BOTH go with our red devil. He is a seducing goof, really.

Author's notes: I'm not in a very jolly Christmas spirit this year and feeling quite meh about the Holidays, so maybe this can cheer up some people who are on the same vibe as me. Sometimes we're not on our best days and it's ok if we're not on the Holiday vibe - you're not broken. It's fine if you don't feel great.

ALSO IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: the poem on Vergil's part is a song lyrics I've written a long time ago and I went through my notes to find something I liked for this one. You're welcome to share if you like, but please credit me. It's my first time sharing this sort of work, so be nice about it ^^

Dante

Oh, Christmas. Jolly time, beautiful time, snowflake insanity time and carols playing everywhere a human – or demonic – hearing could reach.

One thing everyone seemed to forget, was the high incidence of demons causing pure mayhem. You understood Halloween – based on Samhein and all that – but Christmas…? Maybe demons liked to follow the Wheel of the Year as well and wreaked havoc during Yule?

Well, you settled with that explanation. Demons were all about magic, solstices, equinoxes, and such, so Christmas should be one of those magic heavy times too.

It was a bummer that the Devil May Cry always got busier that time of the year.

After the family and the crew got together, Dante started celebrating and waiting eagerly for it every time December 1st arrived on the calendar. Prior to that, though, you knew your red devil wasn’t much of a celebration type of guy – for a long time, he had no one to celebrate it with; therefore, he allowed the date to die inside his heart.

Hunting was his – and yours, to be honest – way to stop thinking about it. If you were busy, you wouldn’t notice that loneliness that seemed to approach during the jolly time.

You sighed, while walking back home in the streets of Redgrave. With hands inside your coat’s pockets, your sword was carefully kept inside a guitar case you caried on your back – something you learned with Dante to be less obvious of your status as a devil hunter to other people. You were just another tired musician, coming back home after a tiring day at work.

And what a day. You received so many calls, the crew had to cancel Christmas and each one go to a job and clear one demon infestation at a time. That meant no Christmas food, no cozy drinks, no jolly songs on repeat and no presents.

With your feet marking your way in the snow, the snowflakes spiraled as you let out another sigh. You wanted to give Dante a present – to show him you cared and all that, even after he told you he didn’t want anything. But that was the thing about him: Dante never wanted anything and always thought he didn’t deserve it.

If you could only grab him by the shoulders and shake that stupid belief out of his head. It was funny even how many times that type of thought crossed your head – but it was a staple of living with Dante.

You could hear people celebrating inside their houses. It was very late and probably in the middle of the night – you didn’t carry a watch or something to tell the time since a demon blasted your cellphone in two during a job and it took you more than a year to scrape some money to get a new one. Nevertheless, you learnt to tell the time by the skies and, giving how late it was, Dante probably was coming back from his as well.

He would be tired – or at least sore from all the fighting – and certainly in need of a shower, just like you at the moment.

Crossing the heavy wooden doors of the Devil May Cry, you left the guitar case and dirty boots by the jukebox, noticing how Dante’s were missing – that meant he still wasn’t home.

As you went up the stairs, you still thought about his gift. You could give him a pizza for the night and Dante would be happy. One would think it would be great to have someone easy to please around, but it did make your life more difficult: you had no idea what to give him when you wanted something to be really special.

Everything was special for Dante.

Reaching your room, you finally smiled while searching for some clean pajamas. That little thought made you realize something – and search for a beautiful ribbon you could wrap a present with.

*

“Ei, babe! Still in the shower?”

“Hey, Dante! Just got out!” You answered while drying yourself with the towel. You could hear a little laugh in his voice as he walked around the room on the other side of the door.

“Damn, seems like I lost my chance for a nice shower with ya tonight!” His voice was a little muffled, making some effort with something. If you knew him well, Dante was finally taking his boots off and would remain sitting on the bed for a while to let his feet rest.

“Oh, I was desperately needing a shower.” You sighed, making him giggle a little. “How was your job today?”

“Eh, same as always… Nothin’ special, just a bunch of buffoons thinkin’ they’re gonna conquer the human world.” The sigh in his voice made you lough this time. You found it lovely how you always could hear his smile in the way he spoke back at you. “What…?”

“Not a usual thing hearing you say ‘buffoon’. You’re really Vergil’s brother, huh?” You couldn’t stop giggling as your fingers fumbled with the beautiful stripe of red cloth that would be a beautiful bow when you’d be done with it.

“What can I say, babe?” You already knew Dante so well, his shrug was in his voice, as well as his smugness. The cocky smile was beautifully plastered in your mind – and you’d hope you’d never forget it. “You start livin’ with the prince of darkness there, you get a few of his mannerisms.”

“Hmmm.” You tried to hold back a laugh, but the wheezing was recognizable even to Dante in the room. “Now I’m imagining good ol’ Verge dressed as Ozzy singing Paranoid like a crazy metal dad.”

You could swear Dante’s laugh could be heard through the whole shop – and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing alongside him. Moments like those were better than any presents you could give him.

“Ha! Now that would be a sight to see!” He coughed back. “But ya know, don’t mention this to Verge, but he used to like Black Sabbath and uncle Ozzy when we were kids.”

“Nooooo…! You’re joking!” As soon as your voice achieved the heights of disbelief, Dante just laughed in response. “Verge is a Sabbath guy?!”

“I’ll say two things: Mr. Crowley and War Pigs.” Dante’s voice disappeared for a few seconds before coming back again. “If ya sing one of these by his side, Vergil knows the lyrics by heart.”

“Man, I gotta do that one of these days…!” You giggled to yourself, hearing Dante falling on the bed. Probably sitting, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom. “What about you?”

“Oh, I love uncle Ozz and Sabbath! Who do ya think introduced metal at home?!” With a sigh, you knew he was stretching and finally starting to relax. “But yeah, I was more into AC/DC, and later bands like Mötley Crüe. Verge said it was all one hell of a noise and he couldn’t focus on readin’.”

“Huh. As if you can focus on Sabbath.”

“Touché. He knew some songs on drums too, he just liked complainin’…”

That was a good present for you. Having Dante remember things of his life and talk to you about mundane things, like music, was something that always warmed your heart – you loved everything about him, but spending time together and just getting to know each other more and more… That was something only his soul could gift you.

“Talkin’ ‘bout complainin’, is everything alright there, babe? Or did the toilet swallow you?”

“Oh, you know. Just a couple of sewer demons, I’ll be done with them in nooo time.” Your answer made both of you laugh – although, sewer demons were indeed an annoying breed of devils. “I’ll be out soon, red devil, chill out. I have a surprise for you.”

“What…? Surprise…?”

That suddenly kicked into his head: it was Christmas. Dante had completely forgotten about it. He was so used to not celebrating, that going about it like a normal day was just average to him. All the lights in the street, the snow, the songs, the smells of Christmas food… It was something he had learned to ignore.

“Oh, babe… You…”

But Dante’s mumbles were interrupted as soon as you emerged from the bathroom wrapped around the red ribbon; a perfect big bow resting on the top of your head as you opened your arms. You found him sitting on the bed, shirtless, stretching his legs after a tiring day of hunting – his dumbfounded sky-blue eyes staring at you in awe for the couple of seconds you took him by surprise.

“Merry Christmas, cowboy!” You giggled back, a wide smile on your lips. “I couldn’t buy you a present, so…” You signaled to yourself, opening your arms again right after.

“Damn. I love you, babe. Have I told you that already…?” Dante murmured with a beautiful big smile on his lips, taking your hand on his as you approached. “Merry Christmas, beautiful. Sorry I couldn’t get ya a present this year.”

“It’s ok. You’re already my present, big guy.”

Dante just kissed you in return as you sat on his lap. The only way for you to know how much your words meant to him, was by the rhythm of his heart, beating like fiery drums.

He wouldn’t mind receiving that Christmas gift every year.

Vergil

The last demon fell on the floor, slayed by your very own ghostly white Mirror Edge. Your hands were covered in blood, as well as the snow covering the ground in that Christmas night.

The moon was high in the sky, celebrations already starting to come to an end inside homes all over Redgrave. Vergil once told you there were times of the year, usually celebrated by witches and occultists in general, that held power – and Christmas time was one of them.

You had to take a different job than Vergil in order to keep demons at bay that night; returning home, then, was a lone path. Quietly walking in the streets, you kept your hands warm inside your pockets, watching as people went back home or just turned off the lights to go to sleep.

“I do recall Christmas at my family’s home…” Vergil said calmly, watching the snow falling outside while he kept his hands warm with the cup of fancy tea you brewed for the night. “It all seems like a distant memory. I…” He halted his words, furrowing his brows as Vergil carefully chose his words. He wasn’t one to speak without intention and, when it came to his feelings, he always struggled to find the right words. “…Spent too much time in Hell. Time itself is a concept forgotten on those lands.”

“Hmmm. Were you aware of the passage of years…?” You kept focusing on your painting; sitting in front of it, you let Vergil speak, paying attention to his words but being careful not to overwhelm him with attention. He raised his eyes to you, watching as your hands carefully painted the snow from the night outside – Vergil knew it required trust from you to allow him to watch you creating something.

“Sometimes…” He let out a deep, controlled sigh. There was a type of tug inside his chest every time he talked about those memories; as if something inside him was twisting and leaving him breathless. “Some minutes seemed like years… And some years seemed like seconds. I only realized how much time had passed when I saw Dante for the first time.”

“Huh. Makes sense…” You muttered, making him raise one eyebrow. You reached for something on your paint desk and Vergil gave you your teacup – he always feared you would accidentally take a sip of dirty paint water in your moment of being absorbed by your art. He had done that countless times while reading; it was something he wasn’t proud of. “I wouldn’t have wasted time trying to know what year it was if I was falling apart after crawling out of Hell. Makes sense you only noticed when V united with Urizen again.”

“Hmmm.” Vergil agreed with a subtle nod, brewing your words inside his mind. You seemed to be the only person he could openly talk with and not be judged – there was something of welcoming about it. “I… Forgot. How Christmas is like. I know the memories; I know the traditions. But I don’t know the feeling anymore… I see just a ritual that only has meaning if people believe in it. In Hell, no one believes in anything; the only thing keeping you alive is a small light of hope that one day you will make it out of there. The rest…” And Vergil did a vague gesture with his hand, preparing to take another sip of his tea. “Is frivolous.”

“Only survival matters.” As you added, he nodded alongside you.

“And keeping yourself. Not allowing your soul to die. If you lose that, not even your body can bring you back.”

That conversation with Vergil marked you. They were just a few words before he went back to reading and you focused again on your painting, singing a couple of songs ever time your heart felt like it. Surprisingly, it was something Vergil enjoyed while reading – as well as mindlessly massaging your feet and calves you usually rested on his lap while both of you were concentrated on something else.

Vergil was easing back on Christmas. It was a lot of work – he wasn’t specially loved by anyone but you and Dante in the crew, but everyone was warming up to the blue devil. Trish and Lady found it easier to welcome him given their history together, and Nero was working on his own feelings of having a father – and one who didn’t even know him, to top that. The first Christmas together was a miracle and the second Christmas, Vergil already showed he was a lot better at thinking of gifts than Dante – they usually didn’t remember people actually expected to receive something, but Vergil always knew each one’s preferences.

He never expected anything back, though. It had something to do with him atoning for his sins, but there was something else as well. If you didn’t get in the festive spirit, Vergil wouldn’t get into it as well. Time and important dates were a real struggle to the blue devil – as he said before, there wasn’t such a thing in Hell.

Vergil was completely tone deaf when it came to noticing the passage of time: it was common between you two a few reality checks. Vergil usually approached and you helped him make sure what he was living was real – not one of his many hallucinations when incarcerated – and when were you. “When” as in how many weeks had passed since an important event, how many months, how many hours. That way, you helped him with his time dissonance.

He probably didn’t even remember it was Christmas… It was your job to remind him, then.

*

As Vergil entered your room, he could hear the shower as your voice entangled around the notes of water in a song he didn’t recognize – not that he needed to, for Vergil loved hearing you sing.

Leaving his coat on the back of the chair, he sat on the bed to take off his boots. It was a relief, really. The moment the day ended, and he came back home – it had been a very long time Vergil didn’t really have a routine of winding down, changing to comfortable clothes and sleeping in a warm, comfortable bed. He always took some time to close his eyes and feel the ground under his feet, focusing on how grounding that was.

His heart seemed to go back to its own place – a forgotten place in his chest, filled with a warm sense of safety. He could only define it as the feeling of love and protection he longed during all his years of seemingly endless suffering.

There were days in Hell that indeed felt like an eternity. Sometimes, Vergil questioned if everything he was living with you was real – working in the Devil May Cry, talking to his brother again, getting to know his son. It was a dream, and dreams were prone to ending.

Shaking his head, Vergil took a deep breath before taking his boots and opening the closet to keep them safe and sound in their proper place. The next piece was his vest, carefully kept in a drawer.

Vergil calmly went back to the desk, in order to get his coat and hang it inside the closet – hearing while you turned off the shower and started to dry yourself, still humming your song of choice. It was one you had shown him before, that he could identify.

As soon as his fingers touched his coat, Vergil furrowed his eyebrows – his eyes meeting an envelope with his name atop of his read of that month. That was your handwriting; that he was certain.

Taking the envelope between his fingers, Vergil turned it around, finding the words “Merry Christmas”.

Oh.

Oh.

He had forgotten about Christmas.

Vergil stared at a lost spot on the wall for a while, internally complaining about his lack of awareness of important dates in a human world. Shaking his head once again, he finally opened the envelope, finding a simple piece of paper with your handwriting – a poem, by the way you framed it on the sheet of paper.

“When I believed life was concrete and coal

You made my heart rain gold

Dripping like honey over your chest and arms

I want to glimmer with you amid the stars

Your breath caught on my lips, kept in my soul

Your sparkle entangled in my hands, I will never let go

In the silence of the Universe, witnessed only by Venus and Mars

I give you, my love, my soul and my heart.”

Vergil didn’t know that poem.

He read those words again and again, breaking the meaning and feeling behind them. His silvery eyes had never seen them before, but there was something of different… Something that seemed to wrap around his heart and make his eyes threaten to feel more than he usually allowed them to feel.

Until he found the little note on the bottom of the paper.

I know it isn’t perfect, love, but I wrote this poem for you. It’s the sincerest thing I can give you this Christmas. I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it.

“Oh, you found it.” Vergil was lifted out of his storm of thoughts by your voice, recently emerged from the bathroom. He turned around, having a stern look on his face and his hands holding the single piece of paper for dear life. “Merry Christmas, my dear. I hope you like your present. I didn’t have time to buy anything, and I wanted to give you something meaningful.”

Without any words, Vergil approached you with the same resolution he did when he had an enemy in sight. You just looked at him, trying to understand his reactions – Vergil was always a box of surprises. He never reacted like everyone else did, but it was to be expected after all he had been through.

You were caught completely by surprise when he wrapped his arms around you, tightly holding you against his body – his face hidden in the curve of your neck. His heart was aligned with yours; and that made you smile.

It was the first time Vergil was the subject of a heartfelt poem – not just a heartless reader searching for some tenderness.

**

I blame Duff McKagan’s Tenderness for that last line and overall feeling of this ending part

This Tenderness. I love this man, I love this song, and it was Vergil written all over. It's also really comforting on trying times, give it a listen ;)

[dadbodbuck]

your mom's ex WHAT?? I seriously need to know about the polycule situation (only if you don't mind sharing ofc)

OKAY i guess it's jay lore time!

my parents have been separated since ~2011. they're just now getting divorced, they decided to cohabitate and coparent as friends while me and my sister were growing up, they're actually pretty chill about each other 90% of the time. what this does also mean is they've been seeing other people the whole time (and, yes, bringing them back to our shared four bedroom house).

before they were separated, my parents tried polyamory like most strange, mentally unwell people trying to salvage a doomed marriage. despite it not working out, they both still identify as polyam. sometime in the mid 2010s (memory is fuzzy) my mom started dating around in this polycule of about 4 other people. my dad BRIEFLY considered it, but one of my mom's boyfriends made a really gross misogynist comment to my dad and he decided not to touch that with a ten foot pole.

the real breaking point was when one of them (who, at the time, was broke) said they should all pool their resources (of which he had none) to buy One Big House for everyone to live in (again, this guy had no money). and my mom kinda was like. ah this guy sees everyone around him as a tool to be used to his betterment.

she only still talks to one of them, they're pretty nice (and trans now! big win for me personally). the other three were completely insane and also there's a polycule child now. godspeed and good luck to that kid.

[nebulacollege]

How do they dress outside of school? Do any prefer designer clothes? What’s their aesthetics?

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Anonymous asked:

Not my dumb ass reading your reply and wondering, “Why did the anon mention the clothes they were wearing?”

Sorry, I couldn’t not include this ask because it’s too funny! Now the mystery is up. Unfortunately (?), the only clothes we’re going to talk about today is Nebula’s boys preferences...

I asked Ryu to help me with this reply because I don’t know much about clothes, fashion and I’m just biased towards t-shirts and hoodies. Unfortunately (!), my boys don’t seem like the type to wear those often, although it would suit them very nicely. I haven’t thought out their aesthetics outside of the college, so these things might change in the future.

Niall definitely has designer clothes, and he’s lucky enough to have big brands send him custom clothes/shoes that were tailored and/or made specifically for him on his order (or maybe as a PR company or as a sign of gratitude if his family is on good terms with it, so it’s a “favour”). This does not happen very often, however, because it’s usually very expensive and he’s not the most important prince in the world lol Depends on the circumstances.

I think he’d go for lighter tones and things that will make him stand out but won’t clash with his bright hair colour. It’s usually shirts, polo shirts, sweaters, cardigans, rugby shirts. Something that looks bright, but clearly expensive, he goes for a preppy look. He’s your typical rich guy from the media, although in modern terms he’s a little bit old-fashioned?

Ned wears whatever everyone else is wearing. If some brand is favoured in his house and is considered “appropriate” for his status and his family, he wears it too because he doesn’t care about clothes much, as long as it meets TPO. He’s still concerned about its quality and there’s an air of elitism, although he’s the type to connect quality with the price tag a little.

He wears shirts and polo shirts and sweaters as well, plus henley shirts/sweaters, but you can actually see him wear t-shirts as well, and not only during his training sessions. He can also go for a hoodie, occasionally. I think I mentioned his preferred colours somewhere in a previous reply? A loose tracksuit is also something he can wear and not necessarily for training, just at home.

Ryu also suggested that he might not like jeans because they make him feel uncomfortable between his thighs.

Edmund wears whatever is given to him and shows very little enthusiasm in shopping in general, so he ends up being a little capricious about trying things on or getting measured, and not all clothes fit him perfectly. He has small shoulders for a guy and short height, so he needs to be very careful with it due to how men’s clothes are usually made, that’s why his uniform is such a disaster lol He likes oversized comfortable clothes where you cannot see this, so he likes hoodies, jumpers, turtlenecks, stuff like that.

He has brighter and lighter colours in his wardrobe, but he gravitates towards dark, muted or just very neutral colous and shades of grey. He wants to check out t-shirts, but buys them very rarely and chooses a fun print/colour.

Ryu also suggested that Edmund doesn’t like a big amount of buttons, laces, and everything that requires him spending years to get a piece of clothing in order. He just wants to put it on and go, it makes him feel tired. He doesn’t like uniforms and suits.

He has certain clothes that are insanely expensive, but if you don’t know the history of them, you wouldn’t get it. Niall and Liam could notice on him something like trainers of which there’re only ten pairs were made in the entire world.

Liam is a man of contrasts, as you could’ve noticed. Since his parents own a fashion house and he learned a lot about it, it takes him a very short time to come up with a good combination. He’s more modern than our first two guys, and he has tons of designer clothes both bought and gifted to him, including the ones people might find weird. He can wear something typical like a beige overcoat with a brown sweater and some other plain thing like that, and the next wear a jumper with a weird print, bright green pants and oversized shoes and somehow it’s actually insanely trendy. Liam also has a curse that no matter what he’s wearing, it looks so fucking good on him.

[pbandjesse]

Today was actually a really productive day. Despite how crummy I was feeling for a lot of it.

I slept alright. Not the best, not the worst. Waking up wasn't great. The new curtains made the room hide and dark which did not help me wake up. I did hit the snooze button but would only stay in bed a few extra minutes. James was laying on the floor waiting for me to wake up. We had a nice hug and I let them know how as going to take a shower and wash my hair before I left so they didn't need to wait for me. They said alright and wished me luck and would figure out coming to my appointment this afternoon.

I felt a little better after my shower. I was still really anxious and was still nauseous at times. But I was trying to be optimistic. When I went outside our neighbor, Mary, was sitting on her stoop so I went and chatted with her for a bit. I told her about my high blood pressure yesterday and she told me God will take care of it. She is very sweet.

I decided I would go to the McDonald's in hunt valley before I went to camp. I ordered my breakfast and I have no idea how I messed it up so bad but I would end up with a steak and onion mc muffin??? I literally didn't even know it was an option and it smelled like dog food. Gross. I would disassemble it and it wasn't amazing but it was fine. I was just like. Of course this was happen. On this day I was so stressed.

Once I got to camp I would start working on setting up tomorrow's field trip. I took stuff out of the car to make space and when I started loading in the car I realized the car absolutely stink like dog food and Soni had to keep all the windows open for the entire time I was at camp to just to air it out. Gross.

It took about an hour to get everything set. I went around to each station and I think everything looks nice. Its a staff lead one so I hope that my coworkers are smart enough to handle everything. They are all very competent so I am not worried at all.

Once things were set in the woodlands village I would go down to the lodge to drop off the tech stuff and chatted with Joe for a little about the field trips this week. He was working on taking apart the gaga pit, I assume to rebuild, and would be using big machines today.

I went to the office to print and laminate some stuff. Chatted with Alexi about the new appointment and she made me feel like things were going to be okay. Just a little stressed still.

I would stay at camp until 1030. I would print new schedules because the one Elizabeth did yesterday didn't have the group names. And we chatted about the trip and stuff. We also watched Sarah drive the gator with Obie the mini horse in the back which was very silly looking.

I would go and pet Obie for a while. And drank a juice. And then I was out. Elizabeth said I could stay if I wanted more hours but there wasn't anything I needed to do really (I could have jumped into the field trip today as extra hands but they didn't actually need help) so I decided that I should go home and rest before my appointment.

I'm really glad I did.

The drive home was rough on my. Music made me cry. I was nauseous and stressed. I calmed down enough once I was parking but I was just so glad I was home.

There were some people outside our neighbors's house and it turns out they are the former owners of Tori next door's place and our place! I think they are trying to buy Tori's house back since no one is renting it from them and I'm sure they are stressed about it. They were very nice older white people. I told them how much I love this block but I really hope they put a light in on the corner. Because man. The way people drive on this street is insane sometimes. But I love our house and the people on our block. The guy was like well I'm sold, great reviews.

When I went inside I would take Crabcake out to walk around while I sipped my juice and worked on some knitting. I would also soak Crabcake in some warm water for a bit before I moved all of us outside.

I would lay on the swing for about an hour. Until the sun got to hot on my legs. I was not feeling amazing. I was trying to just chill. But I was nervous about the appointment. And I was catastrophizing a bit. So I kept considering doing things that I wouldn't be able to do if something went wrong. It was probably not healthy.

I had a yogurt. And changed my shirt. Twice. I brought everything inside. And it was 115. And I was like. I am just going to go now and wait in the parking lot.

And that is what I did. James would leave the museum at 130, about when I got to the parking lot. At 145 I went inside and checked in. And James got there a few minutes later.

Thankfully the appointment went very well. I did not get an ultrasound, rude. But we did get to hear baby's heartbeat. 140 and doing well. I think I overwhelmed the nurse a bit with all of my problems and concerns. She had to go get sticky notes to write them all down.

My blood pressure was 120/80 today, much less concerning but still higher then normal. The nurse practitioner that I met with today was so sweet. She was such a good listener and I felt a lot more secure in the plan for not feeling terrible. They are going to try and get me zofran again. And they prescribed me an at home blood pressure cuff to monitor myself. James was very nervous the whole appointment but I think hearting baby's heart helped calm us both down.

They did decide to test me for lead while we were there. Which was seemingly a little confusing to the lab techs. And then the phlebotomist wasn't the nicest. But everyone else is so it's all good. They make up for it.

We made my next appointment. I was smart and didn't for 3 weeks this time so it won't line up with my high risk appointment. And I was feeling a lot lighter after everything.

James biked home and I stopped at five below for candy and looking at the T-shirt wall. I would get the greatest iguana shirt. And the cashier complimented my tattoos and I was feeling happy. Still nauseous but happy.

When I got home James had made me a quesadilla. And we hung out together for a bit. They went to watch a show in the other room. And I enjoyed having the backdoor open. Just enjoying the beautiful weather.

James would set up in the living room to record their podcast. And I would focus my little bit of energy on organizing the basement. Putting things away that have been bothering me and making the shelf over the washer/dryer more organized and I am really happy with the work but man did I get sweaty. And then I was absolutely exhausted. It took like an hour to get the basement all together and Im really proud of the productivity but still. Man.

I laid in bed until James got done their podcast. They brought me a bowl of ice cream. And then I went to take a shower while they are their dinner. They would grab a shower after me.

And now we are in bed. And I am very tired. It's a very big field trip tomorrow. 88 kids. But I am really hoping it's a good time. I hope you all have a good day tomorrow. Sleep well. I love you all. Good night!!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i know merman!suguru is like the hot topic for now (as he should because omg . i think we’ve all seen that fanart and thought ‘ah yes. i’d drop myself into the waters like gojo too if i met this beauty’) but like…. what about pirate!suguru……

i have a feeling that he would look SO SO good as a pirate. but then again it’s pretty unfair??? how suguru works with all the different types and styles of aus???….. i actually think that whatever role you’d give him (merman, knight, pirate, idk even a cat etc) would eventually end up working just as nicely. and the way he nails such roles too? absolutely insane. and incredible. istg doesn’t matter in what universe you put him in, it would ALWAYS work up!!! atp i’m convinced he would look good even if he had a normal job as a cashier or a salaryman…………

PIRATE!SUGUUU OHHHHH MY FUCKING GOD ANON YOU GUYS CAN’T KEEP DOING THIS TO ME 😭😭😭

no because you’re so RIGHT, sugu is so versatile that he really fits so well no matter where you put him?? “idk even a cat” PHDNDB YEAH HE’S JUST…. he’s our talented wife!!! he has it all!!!!!

pirate!sugu…… i wish i had more to say anon but now that i think about it i don’t know anything about pirates 😭😭😭 my knowledge comes exclusively from tloz BUT i do know for a fact that he would be the captain and he’d be sexy as fuck. assertive and respectful and clever. a lil mischievous too…… i need him i fear. (what if… pirate!sugu/merman!reader 👀👀….)

okay but salaryman sugu and cashier sugu are BOTH so great …… one of my favorite flavours of sugu happens to be barista sugu <33 our working man !!!! he’s going through the horrors of retail but he’s thriving. getting tips bc he flirts with his customers (but he does it very subtly)… idk i just feel like he would notice you studying there and get a lil worried over how much caffeine you consume 😭😭 just kinda watches you work when he’s bored and sometimes it’s just the two of you in the café and he thinks it’s cozy :33 maybe starts doodling a little on your coffee cups and no one else’s, hoping it’ll cheer you up… 🥺🥺 smth like a little kitty cat saying work hard !! or do your best !! and he gets so giddy when he sees you smile from where he’s standing behind the counter…… T_T and as you start exchanging greetings and making small talk more often he eventually suggests that you buy a nice herbal tea or hot choco instead of the copious amounts of black coffee you drink PHDJDHD (toooootally not self-indulgent btw … wdym ……) just !! sugu being a worried sweetie :(( you’re his favorite customer !!!

i’m also imagining reader getting approached by a creep or maybe walking into the café because they’re being followed by one and they’re just so scared :(( and sugu notices instantly. does the barista thing where he hands them their coffee directly and makes sure to ask them in a whisper if the guy over at the other table is bothering them……. and then he intimidates the fuck out of said creep and demands that he leaves. gives you a sweet drink on the house to ease your nerves and even tells you to stay until his shift ends so he can walk you to the bus stop :((( he’s the ideal man idc!!!!! just so respectful and caring and protective.

so as u can tell i got carried away (added barista!sugu to the wip list 😞😞 save me from this agony) BUT ANON PIRATE!SUGU IS ALSO SO BIGBRAINED don’t hesitate to send in any thoughts u have on the topic …. now i’m gonna go daydream abt barista sugu while making my chai latte <33

[the-offical-raishas-circus]

Funtimes as drug dealers part 3

~ This is a long part btw ~

C.B: *In the sewers peering through a grate* Yo ppl

Glamrock Freddy trying to be a normal person: ???

Gregory: What. The Hell

C.B: Do you guys wanna buy some drugs

Freddy: No plz go away

Gregory: Soz I already got some water

Foxy: *squeezing up next to Baby* Who needs water when you can have... *pulls out bottle* DOUBLE A BATTERY ACID FOR ONLY, that’s right, ONLY $13!!!

C.B: Nice, switching up the prices, I like it

Gregory: Whoa really???

Glam. Freddy: NOPE we are leaving

C.B:Parental figures I swear to god

Foxy: baby we are literally Drug dealers how can we swear to god

C.B: True dat

Bon-Bon: uhhh why are we selling battery acid to a CHILD

C.B: *Turns around and cups Bon-bon in her hands* Bon-bon, you should know by now that we are not above kidnapping, murder, assault, selling drugs, etc., etc.

*FUNTIME* Freddy: JUST YESTERDAY WE BROKE INTO SOME DUDES HOUSE BECAUSE HE GAVE US $5 NOT $7!!!

Foxy: And then we killed him.

Gregory: *listening in* Wow I like these guys.

Ballora: Kiddo meet us by the park at 11:30 tonight. The LEFT SIDE, not the right.

Freddy: Yeah the police are onto the right side we can’t go there.

Gregory: IT’S A DEAL!!!

Foxy: Plz don’t shout.

Glam. Freddy: And ur not going Gregory

C.B: Yaaa he is 😊

Glam. Freddy: Yaaa he isn’t

Ballora: Dude’s ruining our vibe

C.B: Like Bro chill he just wants battery acid

Gregory: And a knife if you have em’

Foxy: BOY do we have YOU COVERED!!! :D

*pulls out inane amount of knifes* Take ur pick!

Gregory: *raises eyebrow* How the HELL did you get these???

Foxy: I keep a collection 😊

Gregory: *Points* You, I like you

Foxy: I know everyone does

Circus bby: Except the police.

Freddy: And Micheal Afton.

Ballora: And that little kid they call Cassidy.

Freddy: Ngl that kid is MENTAL dude

Foxy: Says you!!!

C.B: Right well let’s get outta here cuz that old lookin Fox is giving us an odd look

Glam. Freddy: *Pulls out phone* How many counts of murder did u say u have?

Freddy: DON’T. YOU. DARE.

Ballora: DUDE WE KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE

Gregory: WAIT REALLY

Freddy: Yeah it’s 6th on 21st street next to the park

Glam. Freddy: SHOOT HE KNOWS

Circus Baby: Yaaa course we do we’re like the mafia if the mafia was five absolutely insane animatronics with no mental stability who deal drugs in the back alleys on Sundays.

Glam. Freddy: *starts punching numbers into the phone* On Sundays, you say?

C.B: Crap.

Foxy: *Pulling the others back down* COME ON COME ON HE’S ON THE PHONE!!!

Ballora: OK OK WE’RE COMING

*Funtimes disappear into the darkness, arguing intensely*

Gregory: I have found my new favourite people in the whole entire world, and it’s a bunch of squabbling insane animatronics with no mental stability who deal drugs in the back alleys on Sundays. THE BEST PEOPLE EVER.

Glam. Freddy: *sighs heavily and pats Gregory on the shoulder* U will learn, child... U will learn...

Gregory: Yes I will. From Foxy.

Glam. Fred: *picks Gregory up and carries him away*

Gregory: BUT DADDDDDD >:(

[rexismycopilot]

😭 bro I was in the shower and I have the best idea for 50 shades (this is kinda long, sorry 💗)

Obi-Wan pisses Anakin off. How? Idk but that’s not what this is about

Anakin, naturally, is like “ok so like, fuck you, you old bastard???” And goes on a shopping spree in retaliation

(“Don’t ever break up with a man who comes home with a check. Instead, use his card to let him know you’re still hurt.”)

because we all know Anakin has money insecurities, it’s actually not that big of a deal bc it didn’t even dent Obi-Wan’s bank account. Obi-Wan, instead, finds it hilarious. (My guy CACKLING)

Anakin gets beyond offended with Obi-Wan laughing at him and goes on another one, our boy Qui-Gon with us this time (I know, unlikely duo for this but here me out Rex)

Qui-Gon has, for god knows how long, been waiting for an ex of Obi-Wan to do this. He used to be afraid of it because, well, shopping spree/credit theft/etc - but with Anakin he is DOWN for this shit

He is practically carrying Anakin around the mall - the rich area - and into stores with soft fabrics that feel nice to Anakin to be fitted into suits (and maybe a dress.. who knows) as well as shoes and “ooo Ani they have SPARKLING GOLDEN DIPPED roses in here- IS THAT A FUCKING GOAT? Anakin, I beg you, get the goat. I would never need to mow my lawn again.”

(Ok maybe I just need Anakin and Qui-Gon being insane and unhinged together in my life)

This time around Obi-Wan is like “AYO??” (It’s still not HORRIBLE - Anakin still too scared - to the bank but bad enough the more useless and more impulsive purchases need to be sent back … “this does not include my goat Kenobi- no, it doesn’t! Fennec is my dearest daughter and sending her back would be a crime, isn’t that right honey baby fen? Yes it is-“)

Please. I beg you Rex. Give me this 🧎‍♀️ make it one of the stand alones if you must. I will do anything a poor person can do for this

(I also gonna need this to end with something like “Hey daddy?” “… yes?” “Don’t ever fucking do that again or ILL spank you AND break your account.” “Yes dear.”)

Okay, unhinged Anakin and Qui-Gon together would be quite the sight hahaha

And I could honestly see that if Obi-Wan and Anakin buy their new house and Anakin goes balls to the wall with gardening.

Qui-Gon's weakness: garden centers.

Every time Obi-Wan comes home, there's a new plant on the patio waiting to be potted or planted. Qui-Gon is spending an awful lot of time at their house.

Their backyard becomes all plants.