#as soon as i got home i had one of those After School Naps

[gooseinsoup]

save me nanny ashtoreth.... save me

saw this dress on instagram and then the worms in my brain took over :D

if anyone has a dress theyd like to suggest to see a femziraphale in... send it thru my askbox or dms cause im on the hunt too :3

#god this colouring is so sloppy but its bc i just had my first day back at school today im so tired i cbf #as soon as i got home i had one of those After School Naps #like the kind that you wake up feeling like you got hit by a bus #and now its 12:30 in the morning and im very much awake #anyways yeah art wont be coming as often unfortunately #good omens #good omens fanart #crowley #ineffable husbands #digital art #nanny ashtoreth

[snaillock]

would you do satosugu discovering their "friend" (both of them have a fatass crush on m!reader) is a teen dad, and just all of them chaotically taking care of a baby. (like those collage students raising a baby tiktoks?)

ok so technically i only write for blue lock buttttttttttt… i am more than willing to make an exception for this. this is also my favorite niche of satosugu fics so im super honored someone requested it from me

tags: male reader has a foster daughter bc hell yeah girl dads, unnamed child bc that's too much for me, reader is a sorcerer, found family but in a janked up kinda way, whipped satosugu, pre-hidden inventory so everyone is in high school in this this a long one yall

part two coming soon!

★ when assigned an extremely harsh mission, you find an orphaned child barely a year old within all the rumble. you soon found out her family was recently killed in the destruction. unsure of what would happen to her after this, you decided to take her as your own.

★ scared of any judgment, you didn’t tell anyone about her so only a few higher-ups were aware. luckily you were allowed to live off campus so you two could have more space and privacy.

★ however the physical effects of raising a kid all on your own at such a young age were certainly showing. you came to school visibly worn down, often falling asleep in the middle of class and taking more absences than usual.

★ the first people to notice, of course, were gojo and geto. as nosy as they were, they tried not to push it, knowing you had just come back from a really taxing mission. though they did get more and more suspicious whenever you didn’t let them visit your new place.

★ however one day, they did spot you out in public wearing a baby carrier with, of course, a baby they’d never seen before resting right inside. they immediately came up to you and bombarded you with multiple questions before you got them to chill out and explained everything.

★ wanting you to take some time off (and win you over), they offer to take care of her regularly. who were you to refuse? after all, it is free babysitting and you were already using up so much money hiring actual babysitters.

★ during their first babysitting job, you thanked them profusely before going back into your room and instantly falling asleep the moment your body hit your bed, taking a very well-deserved nap.

★ you see, gojo was already pretty hesitant about you having a kid around. this was before he took in megumi so he found basically any child gross and annoying. (though he’s somehow even more attracted to you now that you’re a dad.)

★ coughs dilf lover gojo i mean what?

★ so when gojo picked up your baby for the first time, she immediately cried when they made eye contact and he got so so personally offended that he started rethinking this whole babysitting thing.

★ the first thirty minutes or so of taking care of your kid went pretty okay. that was until she started crying again and neither of them knew why.

★ you see, these idiots have no idea how to care for a child.

★ they frantically tried to calm her down and figure out what was wrong without needing to wake you. they checked if she was hurt in any way, she definitely wasn’t hungry since they already fed her, nor did she need to be changed. gojo even called shoko to see if she could do anything.

★ when they eventually saw her crawling towards your room and sobbing right outside your door, hesitantly let her in to see her climb onto your bed and lay down with you, realizing she just missed you the whole time. that entire experience made them so exhausted that they almost climbed into bed with you. but when they saw the gratitude on your face after you woke up, it made it all worth it.

★ luckily the next few times they watched over her, babysitting got more and more easy as she grew used to them.

★ they start coming over so often to look after her that your place basically becomes their second home.

★ geto is in charge of doing her hair since the last time gojo attempted it, it was just a big mess of hair ties and ribbons. geto’s definitely not complaining since he loves to get her ready. in fact, geto does a lot of the responsible stuff when taking care of her since gojo, hmm what’s a nice way to put it, lacks a lot of the necessary skills.

★ oh yeah, remember what i said about gojo hating younger children? yeah, that completely changes as he spends more time with your daughter. he’s almost always playing with her or showing up with a brand new toy or stuffed animal just for her. he ends up loving her so so much and wants to be her cool fun dad.

★ unfortunately both of them are way too nice when it comes to disciplining her. they let her get away with so much. late bedtimes, too much tv, grabbing any treats she wants off the grocery store shelves. how can they not spoil such an adorable little girl like her!?

★ what’s also unfortunate is how they try to drag you into it.

“come on, y/n. let loose a little. cake for dinner does sound pretty appetizing right now.”

“come on. just let her watch ten more minutes before bed.” gojo lazed on the couch with her on his lap. “besides this cartoon is starting to get good.”

“come onnn… just let her buy it.” geto held up a sparkly pink dress you already told him she doesn’t need with his own sparkles in his eyes. “she’ll look so cute in it. i promise i’ll pay you back.”

★ their hearts explode whenever you’re affectionate with her. they love the way you gently rock her in your arms while humming a sweet lullaby, slowly lulling her to sleep. the way they see you kiss her forehead after placing her into the crib before quickly turning around and acting like they weren’t staring the whole time. they fall head over heels for you for probably the twentieth time by now since they met you but those times were definitely the hardest.

★ they’ve been in her life for a good while so when she begins talking more frequently, she starts calling them her papas as she does with you. gojo aka former “ugh kids are so gross and icky” feels his heart combusting whenever she calls him that and he owns that title proudly. meanwhile geto feels so endeared and honored that she sees him that way.

★ “we’re not the stepdads. we’re the dads that stepped up!” looking asses.💀

★ the secret of you having a kid doesn’t last for long since these two can’t keep quiet about it. they’re just way too happy and want to show her off. especially gojo who scrolls through 100s of photos of her while gushing about her to basically anyone who’ll listen. shoko and nanami are the most common targets whenever this happens.

★ he even ends up showing photos of you and your daughter napping together (that you had no idea he took), making you snatch his phone away in embarrassment.

★ whenever you guys go out on family dates to go to the beach or picnicking, geto always takes the time to dress her up with pretty hairstyles and cute little outfits. he absolutely loves doting on her.

★ they love her with all their hearts and would do absolutely anything for her. she’s so lucky to have three weird dads take care of her and raise her. a very odd and… unconventional family dynamic but an amazing one nonetheless. this family only grows bigger and bigger once gojo takes in megumi and geto practically adopts mimiko and nanako.

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[reiderwriter]

Okay, I just wanted to start off and say I love your stories. They're always so good. You've reblogged one of my stories a while, and I actually squealed and scared the crap out of my friend. But yeah, I live you and your stories 💖💖💖

So I read your one story of Spencer being a soon-to-be dad, and I really like the idea of seeing Spencer and reader as actual parents just feeling the emotions. I thought something based around their daughter (because Spencer's a girl dad) hitting a milestone like walking, talking, or something even bigger like the first day of school. I don't know if that makes sense, but either way, I hope you like it!

A/N: I love the idea of new-dad Spencer. He deserves a loving family and a baby so much 😭 I combined this request with one of the prompts for @imagining-in-the-margins Kid Fic challenge which you can find the details for here! ❤️

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Masterlist

You never thought leaving to go for a spa day would be one of the hardest things you'd have to do in your life, but here you were. 

In the ten months since you'd given birth to your daughter, you'd been stressed, lacking in sleep, leaking fluids from places that you forgot could have fluids leak from, and you'd been totally, irreversibly, head over heels in love. 

Both with the tiny little gremlin you'd given birth to, and with the man that you watched become a father. 

Spencer Reid was a great dad. 

He'd had a fair amount of anxiety leading up to the birth, worrying about every detail, talking to geneticists, driving you to and from each check up or attending via video call if he was on a case. After she was born, he helped out as best he could. 

For a man who had delivered a baby before and was absolutely great with his teammates' kids, he couldn't hold her for the first week without an intense look of panic crossing his features.

“Y/N, what happens if I drop her?” 

“Y/N, she sneezed. What if I got her sick?”

“Y/N, she fell asleep, I can't move.” 

A genius with an IQ of 187 slashed to 60 in front of a pretty girl. His tiny daughter had him thrown through a loop he got seriously stuck in. 

He was still helpful, and he got used to all his new duties and tasks within a week, but watching those cute clueless expressions pass over his face now and then endeared you to him that much more. 

He knew everything, but he had to learn this right there with you. 

So yes, leaving for a relaxing spa visit was hard. 

Spencer had been on a case for the last four days, his first since your daughter had arrived and the official end to his paternity leave. You'd been happy to see him get back to it, in all honesty. Spencer’s job, his research, and his work at the FBI were like muscles he needed to stretch. It wasn't that he couldn't live without them, but there would always be a part of him that felt stiff or unsure of himself without the possibilities of a case to unravel or some theorizing to do. 

You were slightly panicked at the thought of being alone with your daughter for four days, but you managed. With a phone call home every single night where he asked you about every single thing your little bundle of joy had done outside of his watchful gaze. 

Now, it was your turn. 

Spencer had insisted on it upon returning from his case. He got four nights of relative peace after 20 months of waking up with the baby, sleeping with the baby, napping when the baby napped, carrying the baby around when it became evident that she was desperately scared of not being the center of attention. 

He came back with a spring in his step, and the deep desire to see you get a solid night's rest the way he'd been able to. 

You'd tried shooting him down, multiple times, to no reward. 

“Spencer, you didn't exactly just up and go off gallivanting. You were working.”

“I was working, and I still got more rest than you. I really needed that sleep and time away, Y/N, and I think you do, too. Now, please, go away,” he'd pulled you into his arms when you'd put the baby down that night to reveal his brilliant plans. 

“Just for the night. Go away for a lovely overnight break. Not indefinitely. I love you.” His panicked confession at the end sent you into giggles, that with a few well times kisses had you reluctantly agreeing to the girls trip he'd planned you. 

The BAU girls had been roped into accompanying you on the trip, which honestly meant that he'd be getting status updates any time he asked for one. 

JJ, Penelope, Emily, and Tara were all going to strong arm you into the car if need be to carry you off to the nearest 5(ish) star Hotel and Spa. 

And that's exactly what happened. 

The man had even packed the bag for you to send you off, had made you breakfast in bed and had run to every sound your daughter had made from dusk until dawn so you didn't have to lift a finger. 

“Y/N, you're resting today.”

“But-” 

“No. No buts. Just rest.”

“At least let me hold her for a second to say goodbye.” He blinked at you for a few seconds before his stubbornly helpful face turned softer, and he quickly handed your daughter back for a small cuddle. 

With a lingering hug, you told your daughter - who absolutely did not care one bit that you would be wandering out of the house soon enough - that you'd be back in the morning, kissed your husband on the lips, and were swiftly kidnapped by JJ and Emily. 

To your credit, you lasted two whole hours before breaking down. 

The drive to the hotel was quick and peaceful, and it felt nice to breathe in the fresh air without having to also check for various baby smells. 

You checked in fast, and all gathered in the in-hotel restaurant for brunch and mimosas, and then it hit you. Another mother walked in with a stroller, and you were blubbering. 

Your bottom lip wobbled, and the rest of the world ceased to exist as you gave in to the emotions. 

You knew, of course, that you were going to have to leave your daughter at some point. It wasn't healthy for either of you to have attachment issues, and you didn't want to hinder your daughters development by sticking too close - but that didn't mean you didn't miss her. 

JJ noticed your watery eyes first. “Oh no, I know that look,” she smiled over her drink, taking a sip. 

“What? What look?” You said, but giving yourself massively away with a good sniff and watery blink. 

“You lasted longer than I did. I couldn't go half an hour without turning my car around and heading back to Henry, and I swear it was only worse with Michael.” 

You giggled a bit as you wiped your eyes. 

“Do you think… do you think we could go back? Just for a little bit. I just want to check on them.”

The women passed a look between them and then nodded back at you, obviously having expected this. 

“Actually, we didn't book any spa treatments until the afternoon. We had a feeling something like this would happen,” Tara smiled at you, and you snorted in surprise as you dabbed away your tears with a handkerchief. 

“We are laying some ground rules though,” Emily said, a stern tone fighting the playful smile on her face. 

“We can peak through a window, but we're not going in. And we're not going to call ahead and let Spencer know. The kid needs to know you feel confident in his parenting skills, and if he's just got the baby settled and you come back in, it won't be easy to calm her down again.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” you said, but you were already halfway to the car by the time you could finish the sentence. 

The girls pulled up a block away and let you walk calmly back to your front door. 

You'd since agreed to a time limit and not to unlock the door. Emily went ahead to scope out the house, communicating with JJ on the phone who was holding your hand to stop you from wringing them. 

You'd never been a part of the BAU, but somehow you felt like a team member on a case getting ready to stake out a target. 

When Emily gave you the signal, the rest of the girls gave you space, and you ducked down to peer into your ground floor window. 

Spencer was on his stomach with your daughter, and they were having what seemed like a riveting conversation. 

“And so then I obviously got tongue-tied. Like I said, Daddy isn't good at talking to people, let alone beautiful women like Mommy.” 

“Be be be da.”

“Exactly. I really embarrassed myself, actually. I went up to her and said ‘do you have a number?’ and she was so confused.”

“Ba!” 

“Yeah, she sounded like that, too. I kept talking more and more, and she couldn't understand what I meant. She thought I was asking about her age at one point. I was just getting redder and redder, and then she grabbed my hand and led me to a seat at the back of the bookshop because she thought I was sick.”

He smiled down at the infant again, still babbling to herself.

“I was sick, of course, but it was just love sickness. I still am.” 

The tears that you'd delicately wiped away earlier came back hot and heavy now as you resisted the urge to crawl through the window to your precious family. 

Spencer was telling your daughter the story of how he first asked you out, near disastrously, and from the sounds of it, he wasn't done telling stories. 

“I really love your Mommy, you know. She's wonderful.”

“Mmmm,”

“See, you think so too. Everyone thinks so.” 

“Mmmma” 

“Yes, your Mama. You’re just like her, everyone loves you, too.” 

“Mama.”

You heard Spencer's breath hitch as you closed a hand over your mouth to stop a shocked squeal from coming out. 

“T-That's right. Mama. One more time, say mama.”

“Mama,” the little baby squealed in delight, reacting to her fathers utter joy. 

“You're speaking. One more time, Mama.”

“Mama!” 

“Your mama is going to be so mad,” Spencer whispered, grabbing his daughter up in one more careful hug and kissing her face as she giggled delightfully. “We need to keep this a secret. Tomorrow, you'll have you say your first word in front of her, and we'll both act surprised, okay? Promise?”

The gargle he got in response was enough to have your shoulders shaking as the others extricated you from your own front lawn. 

Back in the car, you broke down into giggles and tears, shoulders rising and falling in sobs and laughter intermittently. 

“Is this a total psychotic break or just a symptom of seeing Spencer as a dad?” Penelope asked, nudging you with her elbow as you tried to regain your composure.

“It's… whew, it's okay. We can go back now.” 

“You sure?” JJ asked from the driver's seat, and you nodded once again.

“Yeah. I'm fine now. I'm really good.” 

The women all offered you similar smiles as you drove away, blissful and content. 

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[devildom-moss]

Signs of Affection (gift)

Part 3/finale of this request (Lucifer, Leviathan, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon)

(Beelzebub x gn!MC) (Thirteen x gn!MC) (Raphael x gn!MC) (Mephistopheles x gn!MC)

(Suggestive)

Word Count: +3,600

Beelzebub

By the time Beelzebub finally returned home, it was late. He made a stop after practice with one goal in mind: to make you smile. So, after a long day, the second he walked through the door, Beel went looking for you. Unfortunately, you weren’t in your room. Nor were you in his room – which was a shame, as a selfish part of him hoped to find you curled up in his sheets, waiting for him to get home. He would have asked Belphie if he hadn’t passed out in his own bed for a pre-dinner nap. Then, he remembered: you were in charge of making dinner tonight. How could he have forgotten? Usually, Beel would look forward to your home cooking all day, anticipation building in him until dinnertime. Beel hurried to the kitchen with a smile on his face.

When he found you, Beel couldn’t hold back. He came up behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and buried his face in your neck. Between your scent and the smell of whatever you were cooking, Beel was in a state of bliss. He sighed against your skin and whispered, “found you.”

You noticed that he was still wearing his school uniform. Beel tended to shower and change after he got home – especially when he had practice. “Did you just get back?”

“I’m home now.” Beel hugged you tighter and sighed again. His hot breath tickled your neck. If your presence hadn’t subdued him into a soft, pleasant haze, Beelzebub might have found the words to clarify: now that he finally had you in his arms, he felt at home.

“It’s pretty late. You must be starving. Is that why you came by? I’ll be done soon, I promise,” you reassured him with a soft smile.

“Actually, I came in for this” – Beel took one arm off you to dig something out of his satchel and set a bag of bright crimson candies, tied with a dark green ribbon, on the counter next to the stove – “I bought you a bag of cherry candies.”

“That’s so nice! Thank you, Beel.” You smiled over your shoulder at him.

“I got another bag for myself so I wouldn’t be tempted to eat yours. Wanna try one?”

“Sure.”

Beel pulled out a piece from his own bag – which he had already opened on the walk back home – and unwrapped it for you. Without a word, he brought it up to your lips. You knew you should have been used to him trying to hand feed you by now, but the feeling of his fingertips grazing your lips always stirred something in you, and you were rarely sure whether he was purposefully trying to turn you on or not. Although, those few times where he dared to tease you – by, for example, pushing his finger into your mouth along with a bright cherry candy, and dragging it along your tongue before sliding the saliva-dampened digit down your chin – suggested that he always knew what he was doing to you.

Whether it was from the rush of sugar melting on your tongue or the racing of your heart, your lips curved up.

“There’s that smile.” A soft, breathy chuckle teased you further. “I thought I should bring back something sweet for you – because you’re sweet.”

“Aww, you think I’m sweet?” His words made you melt.

“Yes. You’re a very sweet person,” Beel replied in a candied tone. He loosened his grip around you to place his hands on either side of the stove, boxing you in. Leaning over your shoulder, Beel whispered into your ear: “And you taste even sweeter.”

The seductive drop in his voice sent chills up your spine that caused your shoulders to tremble slightly – an effect you hoped that Beel wouldn’t notice. You did your best to divert his attention and give yourself a chance to calm down. “Are you hungry? Do you want to try some of the stir-fry?”

Beel laughed and opened his mouth for you to feed him. You carefully grabbed a piece of meat with cooking chopsticks and allowed it to cool before holding it in your hands. It wasn’t as if you were eager to feel Beel’s lips on your skin. You just knew that you could trust him to not take a bite out of you more than you could trust him not to bite through the chopsticks. Besides, you didn’t want to contaminate the food by letting him eat with your cooking utensil.

He looked so happy as he chewed. “It’s delicious. I wish I could eat your cooking every day.”

“Thank you, Beel,” you grinned with a hint of pride.

Beelzebub wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck affectionately once more. His cheeks burned, and he admitted, “But I still want to eat you most of all.”

Thirteen

When Thirteen invited you to her cave, you hadn’t expected to find such an obvious trap awaiting you. Right in front of the entrance to the cave was a vibrant pink gift box tied with a blue ribbon. She wasn’t fooling anyone, but you would hate to disappoint her, so you approached the present and leaned down to pick it up, trusting that Thirteen wouldn’t put you in harm’s way. Besides, you didn’t sense any malicious magic coming from the present.

The second you lifted the lid, a flurry of bubbles and confetti rushed out of the box. A particularly large bubble that was uniquely semi-opaque floated closer to you. There was something inside, or at least the strange shadow near the bottom suggested as much. You held your hands to catch the bubble, but just as it reached your palm, it burst into a puff of smoke, leaving its contents in your hand. Once the smoke cleared, you saw a bracelet with large, light pinkish-purple colored stone beads.

“Okay, where’s the cute little trickster who designed this?” you yelled out, knowing that Thirteen was probably watching nearby.

There was a gentle rustling in a nearby tree before you saw Thirteen hanging upside down from a sturdy branch. She arched her spine and bent backwards so she could get a good look at you. Thirteen gave you a smile, kicked her legs off the branch, and flipped over, landing safely on her feet. You felt compelled to clap for her.

“Someone called for a cute trickster?” Thirteen walked over while stretching her arms above her head, lifting her shirt up slightly higher.  

You tried to ignore your racing thoughts and asked, showing her the bracelet in your hand, “what’s this?”

“It looks like a thirteen-bead lilac kunzite bracelet – knotted, with a silk cord,” Thirteen answered plainly before a grin snuck up on her face. “Oh~ you mean, is this pretty little accessory and Mr. Bubble Barrage Surprise a gift for a precious human from someone madly in love with them? Who knows.”

“I’d say you might know.” You laughed at her, which only made Thirteen’s smile widen.

“I might,” she confirmed.

“Well, your – I mean their – Mr. Bubble Barrage Surprise was delightful, and it is a very pretty bracelet. Whatever human receives this is lucky, and I’m sure they are just as madly in love with the sender.”

“Oh you!” Thirteen bit her lip, all too pleased that you had not only played along with her but had flirted to the point of making her heart race. “Let me put this on for you.”

“You mean it’s for me?” you teased.

“Stop playing with me – unless you’re willing to put something at stake. In which case, I won’t go easy on you. Now, give it here.” Thirteen held her hand out with a wicked grin. You placed the bracelet in her palm.

Thirteen loosened the bracelet and slipped it over your hand. She rubbed her fingertip over the first stone and continued the motion like they were prayer beads until she got to the seventh. On that one, Thirteen rolled it back and fourth over your skin a few times. Then, she tightened the bracelet around your wrist.

“Thank you, Thirteen. But why did you want to give me this?” Usually, Thirteen preferred to give you food that the both of you could share or gadgets she had made. A bracelet wasn’t something you expected from her. Then, it occurred to you. “Wait, did you make this yourself?”

“What do you think?” Thirteen held your hand up, admiring the way her work looked against your skin. She smirked. “I am good with my hands, after all.”

Trying to ignore her innuendo, you asked, “What made you think to make this for me? It’s so sweet of you.”

“The answer isn’t that sweet; do you still want to know?” Thirteen caressed your knuckles with her thumb.

“Yes.” You nodded.

“I wanted to stake my claim on you. Those idiots are always clamoring for your attention, and I don’t mind that you indulge them, but it makes me feel a bit possessive. Since I’m certain you wouldn’t allow me to bite you every day, this is my way of marking you. I hope you don’t mind.” Thirteen had a soft smile on her lips – tainted with the shame of her jealousy. She grabbed the ends of your bracelet and tugged it gently, guiding your hand upright. Then, she slid her hand up, and intertwined her fingers with yours. “I want you to remember that you’re mine too.”

Raphael

Days alone with Raphael were a rarity, especially days spent comfortably relaxing in his room – and not just because the state of his room was often too chaotic for him to invite you in without any shame. However, Raphael found the place in a post-project cleanliness that encouraged him to ask you over at your earliest convenience. He was happy to have you all to himself.

“Take your shirt off,” Raphael suddenly insisted.

“Excuse me?” He had always been blunt, but the demand startled and flustered you. It wasn’t off the table, but the way he brought up his desires – how he initiated his advances – was jarring. You stared at him, wide-eyed.

Raphael chuckled at your surprise – almost as if he had intentionally phrased it that way just to tease you. He got up and went to his designated “projects for MC” bin and pulled out a neatly folded cloth, “I made you something, and I want to see how it fits you.”

He held a black button-down shirt up to your body. The cuffs and collar had subtle gold and blue embroidery that matched the four-part diamond accent unique to Raphael’s Celestial Realm clothes – the one on his choker and the front of his pantlegs. During his downtime over the past few weeks, Raphael had worked hard, crafting the shirt from scratch and ensuring everything down to the gold-thread buttonholes was beautiful. He had even taken the time to match the golden thread and the diamond-shaped metal buttons.

“Do you not want to get undressed?” Raphael’s lower lip pushed forward in a false pout – and had you realized he was setting you up to tease you, you might not have felt your chest tighten with heart-wrenching pity. That pout revealed its true nature: a wicked smirk unbefitting an angel. “Or maybe you’d like some help, hm?”

“Okay, if you don’t mind,” you agreed coolly, hoping to calm his teasing with shameless honesty.

Raphael draped your new shirt over the edge of his bed, freeing up his hands so he could take his time with you. His fingers lingered along your bare skin, appraising each inch of the exposed flesh he revealed. Scarred, hairy, dry, uneven, or sagging skin – any perceived flaw and every part of your body under his hands deserved the reverence he held for you. Each unnecessary caress was an offering of affection, praise whispered through a brief topographical survey of your body. Once he got you out of your shirt, Raphael took a second to admire you before helping you into the new one. He slowly buttoned it up, savoring the warmth of your core. His fingers stopped after the third button from the top, and he trailed his index finger down your exposed skin until he reached the button he had just done and hooked his finger inside your shirt. A part of him wanted to stop and undress you all over again.

“Raphael.” You cleared your throat in an attempt to pull him out of the daze he had worked himself into. He blinked slowly.

“Sorry. It’s not every day that I get to treat you like my doll.” Raphael held a gentle smile on his lips and dragged his gaze up to your chest as he finished buttoning up your shirt. Just as he imagined it would, the shirt fit beautifully. He smoothed his thumb over the embroidery on your collar. “Perfect.”

Raphael was right. The material was soft, and the shirt was a perfect fit. It was unbelievable. “How did you make this? It feels like you tailored it just for me, but you didn’t even take my measurements. Is that some kind of superpower?”

“Of course not,” Raphael chuckled at your confusion. “You know that silky black shirt you wore at the last R.A.D. event? I thought you looked amazing in it, so I used it to construct a pattern for this shirt.”

“You stole my shirt?”

“No. I borrowed it.”

“What? When? How?” You scrambled to understand what Raphael had done to get his hands on your clothes, but you decided to disregard those concerns and asked, “Do you still have it?”

“Yes – probably. I might have lost it in the sewing process. I’m sorry.” Raphael rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I can buy you a new one.”

“It’s okay. I already have a new shirt thanks to you.” You offered him a soft, understanding smile.

“But you looked really good in that one,” Raphael protested. “Let me buy you a replacement. I insist.”

“Okay, fine.”

“Good.” Raphael busied his hands by folding up the shirt you were wearing before. “Oh, but if I find it, do you want the old shirt back?”

“If you can use it for something else, you can keep it.”

“Oh? Alright.” Raphael nodded. Wonderful. He just had to keep the old one hidden for a few more days.

Mephistopheles

You were busy helping Diavolo, Barbatos, Lucifer, and Satan with paperwork when Mephisto burst into the student council room. He had been searching for you all day to give you a gift. He’d never admit to keeping his eye out for you – nor would he admit to sinking so low as to ask the one angel he actually got along with if he knew your whereabouts. Luke mentioned seeing Barbatos escorting you to the council room, so Mephisto took that lead and explored it.

It was annoying that you weren’t easier to track down, but Mephisto was especially irritated to find you sitting shoulder to shoulder with Lucifer as that pompous bastard leaned over to examine your work – as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world that Lucifer was coming on to you by pressing himself against you. What an entitled ass. What a rude, desperate, jerk!

Mephisto was fuming as he made his way over to you – although his anger wasn’t directed at the human he was unfortunately enamored with. He came up right behind you and Lucifer and sandwiched himself between the two of you as he set a small black leather box with silver accents down on the table.

“For me?” You stared at him, confused.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at you as if you had just asked the stupidest question he had heard all week. He started to speak: “Are you –”

“Yes, of course it is,” Mephisto cooed, happily interrupting Lucifer, and bent over the table until he had claimed the scarce space between paperwork. He stared at you over his shoulder with a seductive tint that Lucifer should have been grateful to be spared from witnessing. Mephisto’s gaze didn’t break as he asked, “Who else in this room would I go out of my way to spoil, you ridiculous creature?”

“Diavolo, probably,” you answered honestly.

“Lord Diavolo doesn’t require my spoiling. He’s a perfectly capable leader.”

“MC doesn’t require your spoiling either,” Lucifer interjected. “They’re spoiled plenty at home.”

“What sort of egotistical guardian denies someone the simple pleasure of a present because he believes himself capable of tending to their every need?” Mephisto continued to keep his eyes on you as he directed his question at the demon to his side.

“Excuse me? What overinflated suitor believes he’s more capable of pleasing someone who lays their head down in the bed of another?”

“I could ask you the same question!”

“Can you two knock it off?” You sighed, glancing around the room. Barbatos gave you a look that suggested he was two more coded insults away from shutting those two up himself.

“I’m finished with this stack anyway.” Lucifer gathered his paperwork into a tidy pile and got to his feet. “Just call on me if you need anything at all, MC. I’m certain I can fulfill whatever you ask of me.”

Once Lucifer walked away, you saw Mephisto’s shoulders relax. You shook your head, slightly entertained by his commitment to hating Lucifer. “Thank you for the gift, Mephisto. This is very sweet. I’ll open it after I’m done here, okay?”

“Certainly. Well” – Mephisto stood up straight, smoothed down his jacket, and quickly squeezed your shoulder as if he was afraid to let anyone notice that a desire to touch you burned in him – “I should be on my way.”

“Wait. Could I have a kiss before you go?” you asked.

“What? Why would you want –? Right now?” Mephisto felt especially flustered at the idea of kissing you in front of Diavolo and Barbatos. If you had just asked in front of Lucifer and Satan, he would have quickly obliged you.

“Please?” You encouraged him, sweetly.

“What’s the matter, Mephistopheles?” Lucifer made his way back towards the wreckage to antagonize the drowning victim. A sadistic smirk sat on his lips. “I gave MC a kiss the last time I gave them a present. Can’t you do that much?”

“I don’t want to!” Mephisto huffed and stormed away. You felt guilty and were about to chase after him to apologize when he loudly demanded, “Don’t follow me. Just leave me alone.”

You sat back down in your seat and nervously chewed your lower lip. Every part of that situation could have gone better. I probably shouldn’t have asked so much of him, and I didn’t need to be so persistent, you thought. Eventually, you refocused on your paperwork – trying to distract from the awkwardness you felt and to keep your eyes from wandering to the present sitting on the table, taunting you. Mephisto was being so nice to you, and now he's probably in a terrible mood; that didn’t seem fair, and it certainly didn’t seem fair that you were left with a gift that you said you would open. The paperwork-distraction did, inevitably, come to an end. There was nothing left to shove between you and that gift; your hands were idle. Maybe you shouldn’t open it.

“MC,” Diavolo interrupted your thoughts. “I think Mephisto would be happy if you opened it now.”

“He would?” You traced the decorative silver boarder along the top of the box.

“I’ve known him longer than anyone else. If I had to guess, I’d say he was really excited for you to open that present – whether he was here or off sulking somewhere. He just wanted to make you happy.” Diavolo offered you a smile and returned to his desk.

You decided to open it. Inside the box was a well-crafted brooch that was aimed to complement your style, which indicated that Mephisto had carefully considered what would suit you. Underneath the brooch was a small card with your name written on it in Mephisto’s lovely – although possibly ostentatious – calligraphy. You opened the card to read:

Wear this to dinner tonight. Dress nicely. A car will arrive to pick you up at the House of Lamentation at 8pm. Yours, unfortunately, Mephistopheles

He got you a present and asked you on a date – or, well, maybe demanded one. Now you really felt bad for letting him storm off. Would he even still want to keep your date? You pulled out your D.D.D. and anxiously crafted a message.

MC: Hey, Mephi. I’m sorry I was so pushy earlier. I shouldn’t have upset you by asking for a kiss so casually in front of people. I hope you aren’t too upset. . . Do you still want to go on that date tonight? I’ll understand if you want to call it off.

You pressed send and waited for a response that came soon after.

Mephistopheles: Just don’t get so needy in front of Lord Diavolo in the future.

Mephistopheles: And yes, I expect to see you tonight. I’m looking forward to it. However, I need you to do one more thing for me.

MC: Sure, what is it?

Mephistopheles: Bring a change of clothes with you – unless you want me to drop you off at home tomorrow afternoon in the same outfit you were wearing when you left.

You rolled your eyes and tried to tease him.

MC: What? I can’t go home in the morning? Are you not a morning demon?

Mephistopheles: I won’t be done with you by the time morning reaches us. Any other questions, you ridiculous creature?

(kiss version - Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus, Belphegor, Solomon)

A/N: This took way too long and I cannot explain why (I don't know. Maybe my brain is broken). Also we should get to romance the sides after the next update because it would make sense but also because I want to - even if they might disappoint me.

#requests #gn!mc #beelzebub #thirteen #raphael #mephistopheles #obey me short fic #even though Mephi's is not very short because I like making him argue with Lucifer #obey me side characters #obey me #obey me beelzebub #obey me thirteen #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles #I love writing bitchy banter which is why I love writing Mephi stuff with Lucifer #Although some of my OCs would probably also be pretty dick-ish when given the chance

[brooooswriting]

vada/jenna being like, super touchy and needy? after r was away for a couple of days due to going to see their fam/going on holiday..

btw love ur work!! i’m waiting for p2 of whipped :)) it was so cute

-a

Never leave again

Vada Cavell x reader

The holidays used to be vadas favorite time, People from school were annoying the fuck out of her and she hated waking up early. So the holidays, where she could spend everyday with either Nick or Amelia was great. Until she met you.

She suddenly loved school and you were the reason. While nick and her drove to school together you’d wait for her outside every damn day, walking her to her locker and to class, offering her snacks, skipping classes with her every now and then. You were everything she wished for and at the same time everything her parents wished for her, at least mostly.

Vada was impulsive, she didn’t think most of her actions through which made her being alone dangerous. But you? You were always on time, you had good grades and manners, you were calculated at most times and knew how to deal with Vada. What her parents didn’t know was that you liked to drink and smoke too every now and then. But after all you were still just a teenager.

But now Vada had a problem with holidays, your family was one of those families who liked to go away every damn holiday. When you were on short trips they allowed you to take Vada with you, but when you asked if you could take Vada with you to your aunts house they denied. It was supposed to be an only family vacation, your sister also wasn’t allowed to take somebody with her. Even after four days of annoying them you weren’t allowed to take her with you. Sure, 6 days weren’t the world but still.

So you said your goodbye with some tears being shed on Vadas side, which nearly made you cry too. After promising that you’d text her and call her everyday she finally let you go and get into the car, waving you until you were out of sight.

Obviously you kept your promise and texted her everyday but sadly the WiFi was terrible so it wasn’t a lot of texting. You could text her like three times a day, no pictures or FaceTime. Vada understood that it wasn’t your fault and was fine with your three texts but not being able to talk to you for longer than 5 minutes.

Your family decided to stay a week longer, your and vadas downfall. At least until you could convince them to let you go already, your grandparents offered to take them home which meant that you could take the car and go back home. You decided to not tell Vada until you arrived, loading up and her favorite snacks and fast food you parked in front of her house and rang her up.

“Look outside” you said as soon as she picked up, a confused grunt following your statement indicating that she took a nap when you called.

“Why would I?” She asked with a yawn, but you could still hear her standing up. So you got out of the car and leaned against the hood, smiling as soon as you saw the front door crack open.

“Y/n” she squealed, running across the street into your arms. Her arms wrapped around your neck and your legs around your waist, while your rested under her legs to keep her up. You quickly pressed your lips to her head before nuzzling your head into the crook of her neck, placing soft kisses there.

“God, I missed you” you mumbled into her, slightly pulling away to press a kiss to her lips. She hummed in delight, one of her hands playing with the baby hairs on your neck. “I have some snacks, fast food and a house alllll to myself. Wanna come?” You grinned as you sat her back on the ground, a while leaving her.

“Of course, I’ll just get my phone and tell my parents. Then we can go” she said, grabbing your hand and pulling you along which caused you to grunt, clearly confused.

“Why am I coming along?” You asked laughing slightly as you tripped over your own feet. “Hey Mr. And Mrs. Cavell, Amelia” you called out as Vada pulled you up to her room. A faint ‘hello y/n” before laughing.

“Because, I’m not letting you go again, you’re staying with me from now on” she stated completely serious, her hand tightening around yours. The small brunette pulled your intertwined hands up to her mouth, quickly pressing a kiss to the back of yours. “Now let’s go, I gotta tell my parents” she pulled you downstairs with her, into the kitchen were her parents stood. “I’m gonna go with y/n ok?” She said as if it was the most normal and obvious thing ever, and to them it kind off was.

“Alright, don’t do anything stupid” her mother said, pressing a kiss to her head before side hugging you. You smiled and hugged her back before shaking her fathers hand, mumbling a ‘Mr. Cavell’ which made him laugh. He had told you around a thousand times to stop calling him that but you stocked with him, wanting to show him as much respect as possible.

You said your goodbyes and disappeared off to your car where you opened the passenger door for her and helped her inside before closing the door and getting in yourself. Starting the car and driving off was harder than you thought with one hand as Vada whined and grunted as soon as you were in the car, only stopping when your hand started to stroke her thigh. “Took you long enough” she grinned, you chuckled and waited until the next red light to lean over and kiss her.

Once you arrived you brought your suitcase, the snacks and the fast food inside. “I’m gonna take a shower real quick, why don’t you already choose a movie?” You asked as you set the snacks down.

“You know what, I think I might need a shower too” she grinned and run upstairs to the bathroom, you chuckled and shook your head before following. Whatever one might think happened in that shower, is probably wrong. The small brunette clung onto you the whole time, making it hard to get clean but at one point you still succeeded and could finally leave the shower. Both of you got redressed in comfy cloths before going downstairs to eat on the couch while watching whatever movie Vada chose.

Even while eating her legs were thrown over yours, her body constantly touching yours. It has been a rather long time since you and Vada had been separated for that long so her touchiness wasn’t really something that you were confused by.

Once you guys finished your food you laid back, the petite brunette immediately laying on top of you, pulling herself as close as possible. A smile forming on your face as your hand rubbed up and down her back. “I want a kiss” she mumbled into your chest for the sixth time in probably 15 minutes but nonetheless you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips, this time she didn’t let you go quickly. She kept the kiss going, titling her head to deepen it, a small moan leaving your mouth causing a grin to form on her face. “You’re insatiable, you know that?” You smiled as you parted, her lips slightly swollen and red.

A giggle left her mouth as she nodded, her hands placing themself under your hoodie, causing a shiver to erupt all over your body. Her touch always had that effect on you. “I love you” you mumbled into her hair as your arms wrapped around her waist.

“I love you too” she said and kissed your chest through your hoodie. The tv was still silently playing in the back, but both of you were only focused on each other, finally being able to bask in each others presence again. You couldn’t wait to spend a week with Vada alone.

“Wanna smoke?” You asked, a happy squeal leaving her mouth as she jumped up and pulled you outside with her. You went to sit on one of the chairs, thinking Vada would sit on the one next to you but instead she settled onto your lap, her head resting against your shoulder.

You didn’t think that getting high would make Vada even clingier but it did, she didn’t even stand up when you decided to go to bed. Instead insisting on you carrying her to bed, which you did. And again, the moment your back touched the bed she was on top of you. But the thing is, you wouldn’t have changed it for the world. There was something about Vada being vulnerable like this which made you melt.

She fell asleep on you almost immediately, a chuckle leaving your chest as she snorted slightly. God, you love this woman.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #vada cavell x you #vada cavell x reader #vada cavell

[areallysourlemon]

Biggering Animation (Behind The Scenes / Work In Progress Log #12)

Hiya, hope everyone had a great April! So this month was a really big struggle, my mental health started to decline again majorly from the stress of university not going as planned, the expectations getting more strict and the workload becoming more difficult, as well as life events that I don't wish to share publicly. I've been trying to seek counselling through school again (but that hasn't worked out for me yet :/) I announced on my discord server that I needed to take a break from Biggering because I've just been so unwell (and went into burnout) these past few weeks. Even before that, I got literally sick for a week and a half the day after I had to move back home (I was not able to escape the consequence of living in an apartment smaller than my dad's house with 14 other people)

Anyways after having a streak of sleeping 11+ hours a day (with naps) and being a girl-rot since March, I'm slowly getting myself back into working on the project again. Hopefully, my mental health will improve soon. I really do apologise for not completing Biggering before the initial release dates, I often put myself at high expectations and bite more than I can chew. I have thought about having fellow animators help with Biggering, but that will just create more problems than solve them. So right now it is still just me animating the whole thing with my background artists :) If you have questions, feel free to send me an ask or dm me :)

also side note since Onceler's fanon birthday (April 22) it was also my birthday too, I thought it would be hilarious to have one of those cakes for my birthday. So yes I am now 22 years old (I still don't know how to be an adult lol, guess I gotta wait for my frontal lobe to develop fully)

#biggering #biggering updates #biggering animation #onceler #onceler 2012 #the lorax

[littlemarianah]

POV. Peeta

A story about Rye Mellark.

I never expected a second child...

Willow had just stopped wearing diapers. She was a happy and laughing girl. She ran around the house with loud footsteps and jumped into my lap when I came home from work.

She was a miracle. Katniss got pregnant after almost a year of trying, after more than a decade of planning. The pregnancy was slow and difficult. Katniss looked completely destroyed every time I looked at her. I thought she would be the only one.

One day Katniss looked at me and said:

"I'm ready for one more."

And I asked "one more what?"

"Kid!" She answered me in the most obvious way possible. She spoke as if I had asked for one more. She always thought I wanted to have a big family. But I never said that. I think she was the one who wanted it, but didn't have the courage to admit it.

She started having dreams about a girl with blonde hair. She told me that this time she would be just like me, since Willow was so much like her. She was sure she was going to be a girl and we were going to name her Pearl.

In her first pregnancy, she craved wild berries, game meat, and forest roots; all the food she got in the forest, but she couldn't go and get it because of her huge belly and the harsh winter before Willow was born.

This time, even before she got pregnant, she wanted sweet and soft things. Like orange cakes, cinnamon rolls and gingerbread. She made me happy when she asked me for something that she was capable of doing. I cooked everything she wanted.

It didn't take long to finally become pregnant. Pregnancy was very different than the first time.

She was constantly smiling.

Her sexual desire was uncontrollable. She would drag me into the bakery storage room or onto the living room couch when Willow was taking a nap. She vocalized like she never did. She called me names or said things I never imagined would come out of her mouth.

She hunted almost every day and always made new dishes for us. She had much more strength than before. Once she dragged an entire deer from the forest to our house. I worried about how much effort she was putting in when she was nine months pregnant.

Rye was born at almost 42 weeks, her birth took a whole day and night. He was born on one of the hottest days in August. He was so fat and chubby that Willow's newborn clothes didn't even fit him.

Katniss thought he was a lot like me. Everyone talked about how Rye was my copy. Especially when he turned into a tall, burly, blonde teenager. But I always thought he looked like his mother. Even more so than Willow, who had Katniss's long, black hair.

Rye had Katniss's brave, silver eyes. They both had eagle eyes. Suspicious and attentive to everything. He had her sharp ears. And he had his talent for hunting. His hands were definitely like mine though. Thick fingers and large palms. Great for kneading bread.

At 14, he was already taller than his sister and mother. At 16, he looked 20. I didn't want him to help me at the bakery so soon, but I was old. Carrying those bags of flour all day with just one leg was too much for me at almost 50 years old. I was too weak for that. Rye started helping me when he was 15 and was much stronger than I was at his age. He had a talent in the kitchen. His breads were always perfect.

He was handsome but shy. He looked like my brother Bran, without the heartthrob charm. The girls seemed to like him. They always showed up at the bakery and bought a single cookie just to talk to him. Even though Rye looked older, he was still just a teenager. He would shrug his shoulders, get red in the face and flee to the kitchen as soon as he could.

He never had many friends. He spoke little. He would run away from school to go to the forest like Katniss used to do. She couldn't stay mad at him for that.

"He'll learn much more in the forest than at school." she said

I always warned him, but he said it was just this time. And he ended up coming home with a basket of berries and a fox again.

Rye was growing up and different from Willow, who went to study nursing far from District 12. He didn't want to leave our side. He kept carrying the heavy bags of flour for me and going into the forest to hunt with his mother.

He was always very kind, even too much.

He always let his sister have the biggest piece of pie for dessert.

He always helped me up the stairs, my legs becoming weaker as I got older.

One day I saw him talking at the back of the bakery. He whispered and a voice whispered back. They were giggling. She was a short girl with short brown hair. She started coming almost every day. Then they talked, giggled, and she left.

Until one day, they decided to get married. They were never engaged, and no one even knew that they were seeing each other. If Katniss liked to be secretive from the world, Rye was even more so. He didn't have a wedding and only invited me, Katniss, and Willow.

He just asked me to make a small cake with white icing and raspberry jam inside.

Rye's wife, Piper, was quieter than him. She had big brown eyes and got along very well with Katniss. The two used to sing. Piper knew how to please Katniss in a way I've never seen anyone else do.

The two moved to a cabin in the middle of the forest. 20 minutes walking from our house.

Then came the first granddaughter. A girl with black hair and honey eyes. Willow delivered her niece, there wouldn't be anyone better than her to do it. Since she had been a midwife for over five years at that time.

I remember the day Piper arrived at the door of our house with her belly too big for her. Rye hammered the door with his heavy hands, almost knocking it down. She moaned and cried until Katniss held her in her arms and carried her upstairs. Willow ran out with washcloths and basins of water. We never talk much about it, but Rye said she didn't have any family besides us.

Piper was so scared. She didn't seem to scream in pain, with each contraction she screamed in fear.

"Don't worry, Piper. All births are the same." I heard Willow say.

The girl asked me and Rye to wait outside. She didn't want us in there. Me and Rye sat outside and he put his head in his knees and didn't move until the baby cried. When she screamed from there, he moaned from here.

"Daddy, do you think she's going to die?" He asked me.

"She's much stronger than you imagine." I said.

And it was true.

They were parents at such a young age. Rye was 23 and she was 22. Such a hairy and chubby girl was born.

I later discovered that Katniss's black hair was the dominant gene in the family. They had four children. All with black hair.

Katniss lived more in the cabin they had in the forest than in our own house.

She taught our grandchildren songs and songs. She told about sewing and coal mines. She talked about her father. She talked about Prim. She talked about her late Great-Grandmother Ruth, who Rye's children never got to meet. She talked about her goat Lady Di.

"Where's your leg, grandpa?" the youngest boy asked me.

"I lost it in the Games."

"What games?" He responded.

They didn't know about them. That was something I could never get used to.

When my oldest granddaughter turned 12, we cut a cake and celebrated. That year marked the 50th anniversary of the end of the war.

#the hunger games #katniss everdeen #thg #everlark #peeta mellark #fanfic #epilogue #rye mellark #willow mellark #aesthetic #parenthood #headcanon #toast babies

[sehodreams]

sex money feelings die - the start

masterlist ↬ the start ↬ first visit

WC: 2.6k

TW and Tags (permanent for the story): rich client!Anton x stripper!reader, smut, fluff (?), a touch of angst for the moment, inexperienced reader, fingering, kissing, lots of silly conversations.

Summary: Working at a night club was difficult in many aspects, your sleep schedule was messed up for life, your feet were more used to high heels than sneakers and you had to lie about where you went to work those nights. Still, even with all those cons, you didn't hate your job, you had more than enough to pay your bills, feed your brother and save money for his college. However, what happens when your boss makes you do the one thing you asked to never do.

Mornings were usually a chaotic thing for most people, you remember the news striding into your ears first time you waked up and your mother calling for you to get ready while she prepared your and your little brother’s lunch. You’d help her checking your woke up and got ready on time too and then you'd kiss her cheek in a rush before the two of you ran to catch the bus.

When you asked your friends most of them said their routines were similar. Not having time to eat at home, all of you ate a quick breakfast together before first period started and then your day would consist on you trying to stay awake as long as you could to avoid getting scolded by your teachers and get good enough grades to apply to a public college around.

You expected your mornings to be that chaotic only when you were in school, and that your boring routine would change when you gained your independency, you never thought that, years later, when you were supposed to attend college in the other side of the city like most of your classmates did, you would be the one preparing the sandwiches and screaming for your little brother to wake up and get ready for his senior year.

‘’I have two shifts today, so I’ll be late, I’ll leave dinner in the fridge, but you’ll have to buy your lunch, okay?’’ you said while giving him the exact paper bag your mother used to give you with his sandwich and some pocket money. Your little brother, not so little anymore, nodded before leaving with half open half-closed eyes from studying until late the night before, not giving you a goodbye kiss. Teenagers, you thought and let him go with a smile.

Soon you were alone again, and listening to the new anchor talk about fruits prices increasing you decided that you had enough stress to think about how you would have to separate more money for groceries that week.

Your bed called for you and when you saw the hour, 7:05 am, and you thought a good nap wouldn’t hurt anyone since you’d have to stay up until late that night, again.

The afternoon came in a blink of an eye, when you opened your eyes, it was almost mid-day already, and now your real morning would start. You took your long daily shower and did your second routine, making sure not a single hair interrupted the smoothness of your well cared skin and your body was fresh enough to endure the next eight hour you would be at the club, working your two shifts.

Well, it was only one shift, but your brother couldn’t understand how a (supposed) part timer in a dinner had to stay until so late when people in your town didn’t buy anything after 11 o’clock. The true was that you had to travel to the other side of the your district to attend your shift in one of the numerous places that looked like normal clubs from the outside, where you did help behind the bar from time to time, but most of it you had to stand in the scenario and bear with the brazing lights reflecting on you while the customers left you their whole wallets to you, sometimes even their whole paychecks.

You started as a waitress, and you were great at it, of course it didn’t need much science, but it needed tons of patience. Smiling through the whole night left you exhausted, but you’d always leave with good tips on your pockets, so it was worth it. You were so good at it that your coworkers would glim every time you arrived to have the same shift as them since the rule was everything gets shared, if someone broke a glass everyone would chip in, and if someone earned two hundred from a drunk guy, you would all receive a part. It may sound inconvenient for some people, but you knew how much you needed to be on their good side if you wanted to keep things in peace, and you had broken enough glasses to be in a long debt on your first days too, so you owed them, and in exchange they also had your back in emergencies.

Still, even if you captivated clients into buying disgusting overpriced beer and enough cigarettes to kill a man, your boss was quick to convince you into becoming one of the girls in the spotlight.

You’re not sure how much a ‘’we have to let you go’’ sounds like convincing, but you didn’t have much of a choice to start neither, you had a brother about to start college and no one else to take care of you, bills were piling in your letterbox and the price of academies were starting to breath your neck, so after crying for three nights straight and signing your brother for afternoon lessons, you went and accepted you fate.

It was hard at first, learning how to be at least half as good as the other girls with your boss following you around pressing you to appear on stage as fast as you could, not caring that your first show was so lame the men around practically left pity bills only because of your pretty face and your big chest.

‘’Trust the process’’ one of the other girls said when you were crying in front of the mirror after your third show. She was kind enough to lend you her makeup and teach you how to make a smokey eye dark enough to hide the redness of your eyes after crying for hours, and you decided that, if you couldn’t dance as good as them those days, the least you could do was pretend you had the confidence to not care in front of those men, so after fixing yourself you went and smiled to everyone out there, and in three months you gained the tittle of favorite girl of the month.

Your brother had no idea of what you did for work but sincerely it was for the best, you didn’t need to be a genius to know how shocking for a student would be to know that his big sister danced for money, so lying to him after coming with the idea of you being a normal waitress in a faraway dinner wasn’t hard to decide, even the aunty that brought the daily ration of drinks said the same, ‘’angel, if you want to live in peace, don’t let anyone out there know what you do here, and I’m not saying it only for your own good, but for the people around you’’. She sometimes said bullshit like ‘’chicken tastes better with vodka than with beer’’, but you considered the first one good advice so you listened to her, you knew how cruel kids could be, and you wouldn’t like your brother to suffer the repercussions of your choices.

Dancing had quickly become a part of you, you never expected to have a talent in it, but even if sometimes the eyes of the men there disgusted you, it felt good to only hear the music and leave your body do its own thing until the song ended. The way your mind would forget about everything, what would you have to cook tomorrow, if your brother was sleeping enough, even the melancholic memories with your mom you had every time you had when you were tired, just felt incredibly good. You didn’t hate it anymore, you never hated it in first place, you knew most of the girls there by when you started, and they all had their own story. A few of them were studying at the same time, others had children to support, and one did it because she simply enjoyed too, so you never felt fair to judge them when each of them choose to stay there, just like you.

Even if the first times you felt sick, all their eyes over you almost making you throw up right there in the middle of your boring choreo when you had to take off your bra, you knew it would pass. You couldn’t help it, your mother had always taught you that the purity of a girl was important, reason why it took you so long to lose your virginity, but after a couple presentations, and a long honest conversation with one of the aunties in the kitchen, you stopped having those thoughts, ‘’there’s nothing wrong with what you do, even if you didn’t have a reason, your choices shouldn’t be influenced by what others think, you do what you have to do to earn your bread, and you don’t hurt anyone in the process, so give yourself some respect’’.

The environment started to feel part of you after you paid all your bills and had enough money left to buy your brother fruit, so now you didn’t feel sick anymore and tried to enjoy every little thing you could. You had found that a lot of nice people worked there, you had a free ear to listen to you everywhere, the security guard, the aunties in the kitchen, the guys mixing drinks at the bar, even your regulars wanted to listen to you while you danced over their laps, but you tried to keep certain distance with them, reason why you told them only mundane things like stuff you liked, dishes you knew how to prepare or how was your day, ‘’I hope your night gets even better’’ your favorite said when you finished, leaving two big bills inside your garment.

You arrived earlier than normal to give Sungchan, the security guard, his coffee. The coffee maker there worked like shit and the poor guy had to stay awake for almost sixteen hours, he was there when the place opened and he’d stay until it closed, so giving him some of your coffee had started to be another of the little routines you had in your life that made it more bearable.

‘’It seems today the boss will announce some exciting news’’ he said with a smile.

‘’Just look at that grin, I hope it’s a bonus or at least a new coffee machine in the kitchen’’ you laughed and passed him his thermos. He laughed with you too and accepted it, quickly putting a granola bar in your hands, he shushed you before you could ask him why he would give you that and pushed you into the changing room, his loud laugh echoing with each of his steps in the corridor.

You shook your head and cleaned your mirror before doing your makeup. Mondays were often a slow day, if you were lucky some office workers would scape to have a reunion there or some college boys would arrive with curious eyes looking all around. You preferred the last kind to be honest, they were so shy they never tried to touch you and even if the money they left was probably from their parents, they were still generous with the girls.

Everything was going like usual. You were polishing your platform heels when your boss called you to his office, interrupting your typical ritual before going to the scenario.

You walked there still wearing your street clothes. You saw almost everyone getting ready running around making sure the place was spotless before customers arrived when you felt a weird sensation in your stomach. You didn’t know why but you knew something would happen that night, and before you thought twice about it your boss closed his office door.

He almost never called girls into his office if it wasn’t important so, playing with the hem of your long-sleeved blouse, you patiently waited for him to start.

‘’I need you to do me a favor’’ he said after a couple of minutes checking some papers over his desk in silence.

The girls had taught you another important lesson, to never let yourself be into any situation without knowing how uncomfortable it could be, so you remained silent waiting for him to continue talking and tell you what he wanted from you.

He sighed when he saw your unsure eyes. ‘’I know this is just a strip club and nothing more, and I know I told you I would never push you to do anything you didn’t want to, but there’s an important offer I think you should take’’. You felt it coming, the bile was going up your throat and your eyes started to get wet even without him talking. He didn’t need to talk for you to know what was about to come out of his mouth, even worse than a punch, or the first time he threatened you to fire you, he was about to mention the only thing you asked from him, and that, after convincing you it would never happen, reason why you accepted to be a dancer in his club.

‘’Shotaro, this is not a brothel’’ you said before he continued.

‘’I know angel, but I really think you should see it’’ He pushed a paper well organized that showed in bold a price that almost made you choke with your own spit. Personal company services was written at the start of the document, as if they were hiring you like a bodyguard instead of a prostitute.

‘’Please don’t make me do it’’ your voice was already breaking and your lower lip quivering. Shotaro walked to your side and patted your shoulder, giving you his fake sympathy well hidden under his blank face.

‘’You don’t have to do anything angel, but I need to be honest here, this is an important opportunity not only for you, but for me, the loss would be too big if you don’t take it, and I’m sorry, but I would have to let you go.’’

‘’How could you say that Shotaro? I bring some of the best clients to this shithole, they come to see me, not to drink your half water half alcohol drinks and hear your dj tasteless playlist’’ you attacked. You were tired of receiving the same warning again and again, as if your presence had no value and he could replace you with anyone.

He sat back on his big chair and, completely put together, which irritated you even more, continued.

‘’I have nothing to discuss with you, the doors are open if you want to leave and find a place that serves pure alcohol and has a better music selection, but I must tell you, none of them will treat you as good as this shithole has.’’

A shiver went through your back after remembering how right he was. There weren’t many places like his club around, most of them were also brothels and, remembering what the other girls had told you, took a bigger portion of night profits.

You had lost the fight the minute it started, you couldn’t say no to what Shotaro asked you, not if you wanted to keep earning enough to pay your bills, maintain your brother well fed and clothed, and a roof over your head. It didn’t matter how many part time jobs you applied for, none of them would pay you enough to send your brother to college and pay for his extra lessons when you had no education further than high school, and feeling your eyes burning, like when he made you stop being a waitress to become a stripper, you nodded to yourself, being utterly crushed.

‘’Will this become regular? You selling me’’ you shrugged in your place just thinking about it.

‘’Not at all, like you said, this is not a brothel, he’s an exception.’’

‘’Who?’’

‘’Anton Lee’’

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Hello I've been sending you a few asks recently so I've decided to be 🎄 anon 🙂

Anyway I was thinking about how Matty would be when teacher is pregnant. Obviously she works full time so he probably can't keep an eye on her as much as he'd like to, and I bet in those early months she comes home from work absolutely exhausted and just wants to lie on the sofa all the time 😴😴

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hi!!! thank you so much for sending asks, 🎄 is yours now!! :))))

as soon as matty finds out you're pregnant, he is treating you like you're made of glass. if you want absolutely anything, he's getting it for you.

"matty. I can get my own cup of tea!! the baby is only the size of a pea right now, I am still allowed to do things, " you say as matty takes the kettle out of your hand and ushers you back to the sofa.

"Ah ah ah. they might be the size of a pea, but they're our pea, and you need to relax and keep them safe. just sit and let me take care of you both sweetheart, it's my job as dad anyway"

I think that you get pretty bad morning sickness the first trimester, and matty fucking hates it. he always sits with you, rubs your back and holds your hair. he makes you herbal tea to try and settle your stomach but nothing works. its just something that happens, but he can't help but feel so awful for you, and kind of guilty it's his baby causing all the sickness.

I imagine he talks to the bump about it after one particularly bad morning, "Hey, little pea, can you please stop making your mum so sick? she's just trying to keep you growing, and it's very difficult when she can't keep anything down. " You laugh at him and stroke his hair.

"matty I don't think they get to choose if I'm sick or not" you giggle as he rests his head next to your bump and continues to try and convince your baby to stop making you sick.

if you have a craving, he's getting it. the first few months all you wanted was crackers, they were all you could stomach so you just ate them endlessly. within a week of you telling matty, he had organised a massive shipment to be delivered to the house, "so you can always have something to eat my love"

you're definitely right with being exhausted in those first few months too, working with kids all day is already tiring - let alone when you're growing a baby at the same time.

I can see you getting home and immediately passing out on the sofa, just fucking knackered 24/7. matty catches on soon enough and starts setting up blankets and pillows for you. basically creating a cocoon for you to rest in.

the fact that he can't follow you around all the time and make sure you're okay is killing him, so he'll do whatever he can.

so if he can't wrap you in cotton wool for 9 months, he'll just wrap you in blankets when you need a nap instead.

he sleeps with you when you ask, spooning you and holding your bump. even when there isn't really a bump yet.

"matty, why are you holding my stomach?" You groggily ask as he lies behind you.

"I wanna hold them!" he defends, rubbing his hands over your non-existent bump.

"There's nothing there yet. They are barely a baby at this point," you say with a smile on your face. his love for this baby was the only thing getting you through these early months, obviously you were over the moon to be pregnant but fucking hell it was hard.

"they're still in there. They've got to get to know their dad early"

Annie also joins you for a nap sometimes. She is normally full of energy after school, but every once in a while, she comes home with heavy eyes and is clearly exhausted.

Annie sees you lie down and comes up to the sofa, gently patting your shoulder to get your attention.

you open your eyes and softly smile at her, "You okay, sweet girl?" You say with a yawn, Annie rubs at her eyes with closed fists and nods slowly.

"Can I cuddle with you y/n? I don't have a baby in my tummy, but I'm really sleepy too, " Annie says shyly, fiddling with the corner of the blanket matty had draped over you.

you pull back the blanket and shuffle back on the sofa, patting the spot in front of you and saying, "Of course angel, jump up and cuddle with me. it would make me feel so much better"

Annie grins and slides into the spot you created for her, and you wrap her up in your arms, tossing the blanket over the two of you.

quickly, you both fall asleep. Soft snores from Annie caught mattys attention as he came in from the kitchen.

walking in and seeing you and annie curled up together, and knowing you were also pregnant was something he would never forget. this was his dream for so many years, and it's finally real and happening. the years of delusions had paid off. his little family was growing, and saying he was giddy was an understatement.

his daughter was always the most important thing in his life, and now he has 3 people that he would die for.

he never thought he'd get a chance at this again. he thought that once he decided to be a dad, that was it for him. no more grand romances, no more falling in love. it was just him and annie, and he was okay with that.

but when he met you, it all changed. he used to dream of you just talking to him, giving him any sort of attention. he could have never imagined that one day you would be dating him, pregnant with his child and be completely in love with his daughter.

he takes a photo of you and sets it as his background, and it stays that way until 9 months later. it finally changed when he snaps the first picture of the 3 of you in the hospital bed, with Annie's new baby brother in her arms and you watching over them with a soft smile on your face.

#omg having emoji anons makes me feel like a real blog... this is crazy #welcome my love!! thank you for sending me all your amazing ideas <3333 #now did i do them justice?? hmm... that is unknown bc i hate my own writing and can never tell <3 #but we move!!! #overprotective matty my beloved <3333 #🎄 anon #anon! #teacher au!

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Part 1 part 2

Toxic!Shoto Todoroki x femReader

Warning: Angst, jealousy, toxic relationship, toxic Shoto, kinda toxic reader, arguments, party, depression episodes, idgaf-ish reader(tried to make her like Jade West), shit gets real later next part

Notes: reader was made in the image of me who is British so for anyone confused by her then hopefully that explains it, ignore any mistakes plz, I'll hopefully make a playlist later on so I'll link it, definitely will have multiple parts and enjoy!

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"𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅"

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A plethora of texts swrom my phone, ding after ding causing my blood to boil more. It's barley 8am and all ready people are up and texting each other, couldn't be me. Regardless of my thought's I put down my masscera wand and pick  my phone being greated by my lock screen, a picture of Shoto. I clicked on the notification noticeing that it was from Mina and Denki in our group chat. Having to re-read the messages due to not paying full attention I came to the conclusion that they were telling me about some new girl, or atleast someone new to them. Not adding to the conversation (like always) I put my phone down and finish my make up.

Time skip ~

The walk from my dorm room to the kitchen was short as it was on the second floor near the stair, pretty handy if you ask me. Izuku and Uraraka greater me with bright smiles on their faces and hot chocolate in their hands due to the decrease in the temperature, I wave back to them with a tired smile. My breakfast was short as I wasn't necessarily hungry and I had no one really to talk to, Mina was in her room, Denki was attempting to flirt with Jiro, Bakugo was in a one sided argument with Kirishima, Sero was outside having a fag (I'm British chill) and Shoto has been avoiding me.

My plans for today where short as I just need to get a couple essential thing like a new perfume and concealer from a drug store and it was Saturday so we didn't have any lessons so I just head straight back to my room to get my shoes, coat and bag after washing my dishes. I pick up my toat bag with my perse, lip balm and headphone already in it, pick some white and sage green sneakers and grabbed my phone from my desk, placing it in my bag. Leaving my dorm room I grabbed my black coat and grey hoodie to put on as it was freezing tits outside and locked up.

Walking down the hall I grabbed my Bluetooth headphone and connected them to my phone, avoiding obstacles in the way. I got to the front door and waved Denki and Jiro off as they were nearest, Jiro asked where I was going and I explain to her my schedule for the day. The walk out of campus was cold but refreshing, calm and soothing like I wasn't a student who attend the top hero school in the country where villains have attempted and succeed attack multiple times, just chilling with the clear cold sky and some good music.

Time skip~

'Leaving a shop after tackling social anxiety is a feeling ill never get use to' is a thoguth I often think about after a couple minutes of walking home. I have obtained the perfume, concealer and a couple more, I just couldn't help my self. The sky have dimmed a bit now but the air still felt fresh and new, music still bring joy into my life like no one ever could however a one song had got me thinking which is never good. 'maybe I over reacted' 'maybe hes was right' 'maybe I should trust him' 'maybe I was wrong'. I quickly whipped those thought from my head, 'I'm not in the wrong, I know how untrustful people can be, even if he's my boyfriend it's not just him I don't trust, it everyone else too'.

Without realising it I had made my way back to campus where I waved at people I knew as I passed them. Feeling a slightly tired due to the time of day (9:43) I knew when I got to the dorms I would have a nice long nap however that dream was cut short. As soon as I stepped into the dorms Sero came up to me: "how have you been y/n?" he had a cheery smile one his face and I knew. "What do you know that I don't?" the question startled him, but that was expected. "What do you mean-Oh wait you mean him-" "no I mean the cure for Cancer- Of Course I Mean Him!"

Sero took a couple steeps back giving me more room, hands raising above his head in defence "all I know is that he's mad at you, well he looked irritated but you could tell he was mad-" before Sero could finished I had already started my asent to Shoto's room. Loud stomps could be heard all over the dorm leaving people looking at me and then to Sero, who just gave a srug.

The stomps abruptly stop as I stared at my 'BeLOveD bOYfrIEnd' door. Closing my eyes and taking a couple breaths, I lifted my fist to the wood and let it linger. 4 seconds later my eyes abruptly open and my fist banged against the poor door, 'gosh this door has seen things'. From behind the door I could hear a rather loud sight and reluctant steps approach. The door screached open revealing the beautiful duo eyes that I had been craving to stear at again for the longest time. However my mind was swiftly snapped out of it haze over my boyfriend feature and directed back to what Sero had said.

"In what world do YOU have the right to be MAD!?" "Y/N I'm not doing this now-" "IF Not Now Then When?! Another 2 weeks? How about a month?" "listen you need to calm down-" "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT SAYING THAT TO ME!! or have you forgotten the way you SCREAMED at me for pointing out the obvious, for protecting you-" "You and I both know you weren't 'protecting' me, you where trying to control me" "I was NOT, to control someone they need to know how other people feel and most importantly ACT around them, YOU ARE TO OBLIVIOUS AND EMOTIONLESS TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT!!!"...

"You take that back" "what the truth" "You and I bother know I AM NOT emotionless, oblivious yes most of the time, but 𝒚𝒐𝒖 know that I am not emotionless" by now Shoto had gotten really close, his lips mear center meter away from my ear. I keeped a straight face and a confidence stance to show that he had not gotten to me, something that was regular in our arguments. Shoto on the other hand all ways seem cool and relax whenever we argued, unless I had gotten under his skin of course. But now was one of those times, he was so clam and relaxed, his hand moved up my arms, gently pressing into them to keep me statesinary. His head move downwards toward my neck, lips almost pressing against it, "𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏?"

FlashBack~

We had been invited to a house party, curtasy of some other rich kid at UA. I had dressed In a black silk dress with black heels, my make up was some winged smoked out liner and plan lips, my hair done in a classy half up half down bun. Shoto had some ripped jeans, unbottened shirt and a leather jacket. Together I would say we looked like a mafia couple, well that was what I hope atleast.

"dahm handsome, you gonna get arrested cause your gonna be killing all the lady's" I walk into Shoto's room, a cheerful smirk plastered onto my face. He was looking at himself in his full length mirror fixing his collar, I had approached behind staring at him through the reflection. Once i got next to him I placed my hand on his shoulder still staring at him. After a while I had noticed he was staring at me "What?". "nothing you-" He took a deep breaths and smirk "You just look great- Amazing even... beautiful..." he whispered the last bit, however I heard and a small smirk tugged at my features.

The party it self was nothing to point out instead of the end. Someone had decided to play seven minutes in heaven and my boyfriend was dragged in against his will. I was looking for Shoto as I wanted to go back to the dorms, the party was getting boring untilI found a group of people in a circle with a timer going off. I thought nothing of it until my boyfriend and some random girl were leaving a near by closet. I stopped abruptly staring blancley towards the closets even after they had left, not believeing my eyes.

It took a while for Shoto to realise my presence as he was talking to some of the girl's friends, well more like he was being harassed with questions. He got away from them and approach me who now staring at the floor near the closet. "hey hun, I was wondering if you wanted to go, it's getting pretty boring anyways". I couldn't replie, not after what i just saw so I grabbed his hand and led him out the house.

"wow babe what's wrong?" Shoto had stopped just as we got outside. I didn't want to start an argument right outside of the party so I tired to tug him forwards but he wouldn't budge. "Baby what wrong, tell me?" his tone was cold, asurtive but still concerned. "Not Here" I warned quickly but he didn't care, he never did. "Tell me what's wrong." I had been silent for a couple seconds, letting the anger boil longer until it exploded. "Why Where You In A Closet With That Girl!?" "Why does that matter?" "she could have done things to you and I wasn't there to protect you!" "One: what was she gonna do to me? And two: can I not protect my self?!" "OF COURSE YOU CAN PROTECT YOURSELF! it just.. you where playing seven minutes in heaven with another girl, why?" "I was draged into it-" "By Who?" "that... girl-" "SEE! This is what I was on about, you need protecting from other people, if I was there you wouldn't be dragged into shit like that!? And this-" I motionded with my hands"-wouldn't be happening!". "I can take perfectly good care of myself." "No You Can't! You literally just proved my point and now your defending yourself!!" by now a couple people had picked up on the fight and we're watching. "I only defend my self because you don't trust me!" "YA I CANT TRUST AND I DONT TRUST BECAUSE YOU GO OFF DOING SEVEN MINUTES IN HAVEN WITH SOME OTHER GIRL!!!" "WE WEREN'T DOING ANYTHING, WE JUST- we just talked" "About what? How badly you want to fuck her!? How you want to leave me to live A PERFECTLY HAPPY LIFE WITH HER!!?" "YOUR BEING RIDICULOUS!!" "HOW AM I BEING RIDICULOUS WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE TRYING TO DEFEND YOURSELF WHEN YOU'RE CLEARLY IN THE WRONG!!!!" and with that I stormed off, leaving Shoto breathing heavily.

End FlashBack~

"Sho, you can't just make me forget all this with slurred words and kisses" Shoto's hands had wandered down to my waist, slowly placing soft pecks on my neck "we seriously need to talk about it". "don't wanna.." was the only response I heard as my mind was blank. His hands started dragging me into his room as I came back to my sense and stopped myself. "Sho please we need to talk, I need to talk... please-" "can't you just stay with me today?" he started kissing up to my lips, slowly grazing over them. "I want to but not like this". "please baby..." his grip had softend allowing me to leave however he still begged, lips staying exactly where they where.

I closed my eyes and moved my head away slightly to give him a peck on the cheek "I can't". I started to walk away letting my hand softly graze his whilst trying to fight back my tears, too many thought and insecurity bubbled to the surface. Once i got to my room I put my things away and changed into some joggers and an oversized t-shirt. I curled up in my bed and whipped any stray tears away with the shirt, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕. It didn't smell of him anymore, in a sense I guess I felt like I lost him as the rest of the day and night was spent remanising on the past and crying.

Next day - Sunday ~

I was on the couch in the common area when it happened. I had the samething on from last night with the exception of a baggy hoodie, hair in a messy bun and phone in hand. A couple hours ago I had informed Mina in on everything that happened 'just so she knows the tea' where her words when she asked which cracked a small smile from me and now she out with Hagakure. I was scrolling through Pinterest when I heard someone, or two?, enter the room behind me. "seriously dude how can you still be dating her, all you guys do is argue?" "yeah and you guys don't even have sex anymore!" "a relationship isn't just about sex Kaminari" "I know that but your guy's 'relationship' is more like a constant scream fest" "chill Denki their relationship isn't 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 bad...well-" a fit of laughter left Denki's mouth whilst I just backed up into my hoodie "Dude honestly though you should just break up with her, your not getting anywhere" tears started flooding my eyes. "yeah and maybe you could get with someone else, oohhh what about Harumi, she's so nice and preetttyyyy♫︎~" and now tears where escaping. "hey isn't she the girl you said you met at that house party you went to?" I couldn't help the hiccup escaping my lips gaining the attention of the three men.

"Y/N" Shoto soft voice sounded panicked, I could hear he was approaching the couch I was sat on. "h-ey they were just joking I wouldn't leave you-" he was crouching in front of me, hand grasped softly around arm "I couldn't leave you..." i softly stared at him, tears pouring from my eyes like a waterfall. I couldn't respond, not with Sero and Denki there. Shoto picked this up and gentle glared at the two who began to move up stairs leaving me and Shoto alone in the common area, not the best place for this situation. "don't leave..." "huh?" I think Shoto was expecting me to be mad but I wasn't, I was just tired. "don't leave me, I can't take you giving me the cold shoulder so please don't leave me alone!" my voice raised due to the increase in tears. "baby i-" "Don't Leave Me Please!! I know I'm annoying and possessive and controlling but can't lose you, I Can't Lose You And I Can't  Lose You To Someone Else So Please!!!" Shoto wrapped me in a tight hug, softly brushing my hair to comfort me "shh baby i'm not gonna leave you I promise..." he whispered softly. I rested my head on Shoto shoulder and closed my eyes losing myself to sleep while soft breaths left my mouth "let's get you to bed" Shoto picked me up bridle style and carried me to my room.

He gentle place me on my bed and tucked me in. He kissed me cheek as he was about to leave but I grabbed his wrist in time "Shoto please..". He needed nothing more as he started to climb in behind me, spooning me as he softly kissed the back of my neck "no ones gonna take me from you, ever and I'm never gonna leave you, I promise".

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I woke up due to a shift behind me. Waking up a bit more I turned to see his side of the bed empty and a figure that must have been Shoto leave my room. Turning around to face the wall I snuggled further into my blankets to try and keep myself warm, what he said to me last night started to ring in my head almost mocking me for believing him. If no one's gonna take you from me then where are you going? If your never going to leave me then why do you always leave me? "Shoto please..."

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@actiongrrl continued from here because she's a terrible influence!

ㅤMike would have liked to have said that there had been some big plan in mind for Wolfie's name, that he'd thought it out and was making the 'joke' before anyone else could, but the fact of the matter was that he'd referred to the wolf as that in the moment and it had stuck. Better than 'big guy' and 'good boy' all the time, though those also fit, obviously. He had some interesting discussions ahead of him, but he was determined and it wasn't something he had to deal with that day. Night? He had no idea what time it was and given he was a few minutes out from another long nap, he didn't think it mattered.

ㅤ"Looks like I'm not the only one headed for some painkillers," he pointed out, watching her look over her hands and wishing he had the energy to be faux-mad about the 'redneck cousin vibes' she'd just dropped between them, but they were both fading, and the nurse seemed to have super senses about that kind of thing because she was there and ready to move them along. "Good, cause you know, Wolfie would miss you. And I need anything that's going to promote healing, at this rate."

ㅤHe gave her an attempt at the cocky smirk that he was so well known for at that, even a wink, but it was hindered by the bruising, black eye and split lip. Still, he offered up a wave of a bandaged hand almost like a little salute while the nurse approached to likely get Sam settled and then come back for him. "Yes to movie, you can even pick it."

ㅤAs expected, he was gone to the world right after he got the painkillers, but at least it was sweet relief, and so began a cycle of sleep, company and dealing with nurses and doctors that thankfully didn't last more than a few days. There was a surprisingly helpful cop (agent) from the day of their rescue who made friends enough with Wolfie to help with walking him until Mike could get his ass up consistently, and then very likely pulled some strings that Mike wasn't asking about to help with getting Wolfie on a plane with Mike and Sam back to California. From what he'd heard, he was the last one ready to leave and it was mostly his fingers that they were really focusing on at that point. Well, that and the head injuries before he got on a plane - seemed like a good idea.

ㅤGetting through security had seemed like a task, but compared to what he was headed home to, he was okay if it was a circus for a little while. Naturally, his parents had been in touch because he wasn't underage anymore, but he was still a college student living out of the dorms and very clearly not going back to school right away. That meant that he was headed home, and his mother was not going to be happy with the look of him - or his new dog. He almost tried to hitch a ride with Sam and her dad when they met up with the man at the airport, but he pulled a smile and apologized for not shaking hands with a show of bandages (and Wolfie's leash in the least damaged one) and hoped he didn't look as utterly wrecked as he still felt. Then, his own dad was coming out of the crowd waiting by the arrivals area and he leaned in for a quick, gentle hug on Sam and promised he'd talk to her soon.

ㅤSoon didn't come quite fast enough, but he finally made his escape down the street on foot under the pretense of walking Wolfie and just made for an extended trip when he showed up at Sam's house two days after the plane, pulling his sunglasses off to grin at her at the door. "Hey. I was in the neighborhood."

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[carlsainz]

Can we get a Blankenburg blurb (Blankenblurb? Lol) about him taking his wife and babies home to Michigan for the holidays? Or an Instagram edit? I’m simping for him rn lol

i love the blankenburb!!!!!! and i love this request even more, thank you 💙💙 it's not long and definitely not the best thing i wrote but i hope you like it

nick placed the last suitcase on the floor while you lulled the twins to sleep after the flight. your flew to michigan to spend the holidays with nick’s family and it was a special date because it would be the first of the four of you as a little family.

he laid on the bed too, the babies between you, and smiled, looking at his kids and beautiful wife. my life couldn’t be better, he thought. after being high school sweethearts and dating during all of the umich years, you were finally his wife and in the last year, gave him his little boys and made you a family.

“baby,” he whispered, “you wanna take a nap?”

“i’m fine, don’t worry,” you smiled back.

having twins didn’t mess your sleeping schedule because your babies were the best in the world and used to sleep the whole night since day one, so you weren’t tired all the time.

after a few minutes, the twins, adam and noah, were in a calm sleep so you and nick put them on the crab, the two hugging immediately like they used to do when sleeping together.

nick and you adjusted the light and went downstairs, to where the rest of his family was.

“there you are,” his sister said, holding her baby. 

“the twins were sleepy,” you said, sitting with nick on the sofa. 

“oh i wish mine was a good sleeper like those two,” she said. 

“nick was just like them, always a calm baby,” his mom added with a smile on her face. 

“it’s so good they’re like this, i can’t even imagine how tired we would be if they weren’t, honestly,” nick affirmed, directing an apologetic glance to his sister. 

you kept the conversation going while you nursed a hot chocolate until his mother asked the question. 

“when will we get another grandson or granddaughter?”

you choked and nick’s eyes were wide open while you coughed. 

“mom!” he exclaimed. “the twins aren’t even one yet.”

“we know you love kids but yeah, it’s too early,” you managed to say with a nervous laugh. 

she just laughed and shrugged, like she knew something you didn’t. after some time, nick saw through the baby monitor that his little boys were awake and went upstairs to get them. the cousins were the stars of the night and soon you all were ready to sleep after a good day full of love. 

the next morning, on christmas, the boys were super excited and so was their cousin, their little hands grabbing the teddy bears while you and nick fell in love with the cute matching outfits his sister gave to the twins. 

you and nick were sitting by the window, contemplating the scene and looking through the window to the snow. 

he kissed your cheek and hugged you, resting his face on your shoulder. 

“thank you for giving me our family, baby,” he whispered. 

“thank you too,” you said. “i love my boys so much.”

“can’t wait to have a little girl so i can say i love my girls too.” 

you laughed and caressed his hair, closing your eyes and thinking about how you got your dream life. you were graduated, had a job, a wonderful husband and two incredible kids with the man you loved. it couldn’t be any better. 

but what you didn’t know is that you were already pregnant with your little girl and nick’s mom was the first to notice, even before you. 

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[kerokerogecko]

Killer x Reader

warnings: none

notes: lil' high-school au with our dear boy. It's been a while since I posted a fic here so I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to leave comments and reblogs, I always appreciate and love to read them.

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A Chance Encounter on a Rainy Day

Chapter One

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Few people enjoy days like today. The wind is howling and the sky is gray with the promise of rain. These types of days were perfect to stay at home and read or take a nap, it was the perfect weather to drink a hot cup of tea, or coffee and enjoy the calming sound of rain. You however were busy running a few errands for your aunt. 

You had moved in with her after your father gambled your house away at the end of your Junior year. She lived in a somewhat small town and owned a ramen shop near the center. Tomorrow was your first day at your new school and your aunt was planning to make a special dinner for good luck. 

Starting at a new school in your last year of high-school was kind of nerve wrecking so having her support meant a lot to you, unfortunately she got a bit tangled up at work and was going to arrive later than usual. So she texted you a whole shopping list of ingredients for you to buy so she could get started on dinner as soon as she got home. The convenience store where you typically bought groceries wasn't that far away from your small apartment and you could easily walk there. Plus, there was a drugstore beside it so you could buy some first-aid supplies, you weren't as good as your aunt in the kitchen and some accidents happened in the past so you decided to always have something ready, just in case.

The store wasn't that full, making getting the ingredients and stopping at the drugstore was faster than you expected it would be. However, as you made your way back you noticed how the sky started to darken, you took a small moment to thank yourself for remembering to bring your umbrella and hurriedly opened it before it started to rain.

You were a few minutes away from your apartment complex when you found yourself in a strange situation. Apparently, a fight had broken out near a bus stop close by and someone got hurt. You were now staring at a young man that was sitting on the floor of an alley. An ugly bruise was starting to show under his right eye and he had a few wounds across his nose and cheek. The man was in a rough shape. And against all the odds, you decided to help him. 

The young man captivated you. His long blond hair cascaded down his broad shoulders and his eyes were hidden by a messy curtain of bangs, his hairstyle reminded you of a few rock bands from the 70s, it was well kept, that you knew for sure.

You strategically placed the umbrella on your shoulder, freeing both of your hands. With the few supplies you got, you clean his wounds and bandage him up to the best of your abilities, while caring for the man you notice how some of his knuckles are bruised, it seems like he landed a few punches on his opponent. You didn’t really know how to help with those so the best you could do right now is to clean them and awkwardly place some band-aids, it's the intention that counts right?

Satisfied with your work, you stepped back from the stranger, eager to get home, away from the rain. But before you could take your first step and resume your short walk, another series of thoughts entered your mind, this person was injured and it'll probably be a pain in the ass to walk home, he'll be drenched and who knows how far is his house? After that thought, the image of an abandoned puppy popped in your head, and that's when you knew you were doomed. With a tired sigh, you placed your umbrella on top of the injured man and started to hurry back home, trying your best to keep your groceries dry.

…

"Where were you?! What happened to you?! I thought you brought your umbrella with you!" Your aunt warmly greeted you as soon as you got home. It seems like the trip to the grocery store took longer than expected.

After you explained what happened your aunt said: "Oh dear, please don't be so reckless next time! And go take a shower while I get dinner started. You're gonna get sick!!!" And sent you off.

You left the groceries in the kitchen and hurried to the bathroom to take a comforting warm shower before you happily enjoyed dinner with your aunt and got ready to face the next day.

…

You woke up early, ate breakfast and got ready for school, your aunt usually woke up later in the morning so you left a note on the fridge door wishing her a good morning and a good day at work. A small habit you two developed after living together for a few weeks.

As you left your apartment complex you looked up at the gray sky and started to walk to school, hurrying to not get caught in the rain.

The school hallways were full, people were talking to their friends and getting ready for class, everyone seemed to know everyone and you felt a bit lonely looking at all the little friend groups talking in the hallway. Reaching your class you made your way to your designated seat, next to the seat beside the window, to be precise, right on the back of the class. As the time passed, the seats in your classroom were occupied, except for the one next to you. The class started soon enough and the teacher awkwardly called you to the front so you could introduce yourself to the class, but before you could do so, the door in the back of the class opened and a tall figure entered the classroom with a few whispered apologies as he rushed to his seat, the one conveniently beside yours. 

As strange as it may sound, you swore you recognized him. His uniform was somewhat well kept and his long blond hair was on a low ponytail, his messy bangs and the face mask he was using did a good job hiding his face but you could still see the hint of blue eyes staring back at you.

What were the ods? 

"I'm Y/N L/N, it's nice to meet you."

You politely introduce yourself before going back to your seat, feeling the tall student's gaze on you the whole time. You swore you saw him stiffening as you moved to sit next to him.

…

Lunch break arrived sooner than you expected and a lot of your new classmates came to introduce themselves and talk to you. Everyone was surprisingly kind, making you less nervous to talk and participate in classes, something you weren't used to.

You were chatting with your new classmates when the blonde sitting next to you got up and left, startling a few students and slightly changing the mood around you. The previous happy chatter changed to hushed gossip, and you heard everything.

Killer-kun (is that really his name?) Apparently is part of a young gang of thugs that hangs out behind the school. Their so- called "leader", Eustass Kid ,is a sophomore that will fight anyone who looks at him weird and bla bla bla.

"I'm serious Y/N! They are all bad news. A friend of mine said someone once saw Kid getting into a fight with three other guys and WON!" One classmate said, "Is that so?" You answered. Rumors like this are often baseless, but who knows, it's a small town, maybe Kid was a 30 year old yakuza disguised as a 15 year old, god this is getting ridiculous. She kept on with the nonsense until Killer came back and shot her a glare that made her shrink and go back to her seat. 

Your relief was, unfortunately, momentary because, for the rest of the day, you could feel the same gaze on you. How fortunate.

…

As the end of the day approached you started to notice heavy clouds in the sky, and to your dismay, before the class ended, it started to rain.

You were contemplating the weather and weighing your options, waiting for the rain to stop or rushing home regardless. You decided risking slipping in the rain wasn't worth it so you waited near the lockers for the rain to stop. You rested your back against a wall and pulled out your phone to send your aunt a quick message when a huge figure stood in front of you.

Killer's face was unreadable as he stared down at you, you could clearly see now why people portrayed him as the right hand man of the young delinquent  but you weren't scared, because despite his stoic expression, his ears were red. Both of you stood there for a while looking at each other, until Killer broke the silence. "Y/N… right?" His voice was low and you could hear a certain gentleness in it, as if he thought you would run away if he spoke too loud. "Y-Yes." You answered him, curiosity and uncertainty in your voice. You watched as he hesitated a bit before retrieving a small umbrella from his bag.

"Thanks for… lending me this" He carefully handed you your 'borrowed'' umbrella and looked to the side, averting your curious gaze. 

"It was no problem." you said with a genuine tone, something that seemed to catch your tall classmate off guard, you could see a surprised look in his eyes for a few seconds before he cleaned his throat and rushed to head out after whispering a shy "See ya".

As you watched him leave you noticed him going through the same options you did earlier, waiting for the rain to stop or… running home.

He raised his backpack above his head and was getting ready for the run, when your sweet voice threw his train of thought off the rails.

"Killer-kun?..." He froze but turned to look at you anyway. "... Is it okay if we walked home together?" 

He took a while to answer you, the question was still floating around his head and you started to fear he would reject your offer, but it was exactly in that moment that he answered "Sure."

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[lys-9-10]

Sequel to "Cats, Mud Puddles, Balderdash and Other Signs of Friendship"

Ch. 1 of the sequel now posted on AO3! (will have 2 chapters and a brief epilogue). I guess this is kinda both a sequel and a prequel, b/c we get some Bokuto backstory. :) Preview below image.

Preview:

Five-year-old Koutaro runs outside immediately upon seeing his father’s car pull up in the driveway.

“Daddeeeeee!” he squeals, as the man climbs out of the vehicle. With one hand, Koutaro clutches a volleyball to his stomach. With the other, he pulls on his father’s pant leg. “Play volleyball with me, Daddy?”

Koutaro’s father gives his leg a shake, dislodging his child’s tiny fingers.

“Koutaro, I just got home. Let me have some space to breathe, please.”

A whine starts to work its way up Koutaro’s throat—but then he remembers that his father doesn’t like those sounds, so he pushes it down.

“Okay, okay!” he says instead, rather cheerfully. “Later!”

Koutaro’s father walks into the house, closing the door behind him.

For the next several minutes, Koutaro sits on the front porch, alternating between tapping his knees with his hands and thumping the ground with both feet at the same time. At one point, he sees a yellow bird and cocks his head at it curiously. The bird cocks its head back. Koutaro’s plump face breaks into a delighted grin and he jumps up, ready to run toward the bird and play with it.

The bird flaps its wings and takes off into the air.

Koutaro’s shoulders slump and he goes back to sitting on the porch.

Some time later, the front door swings open and Koutaro once again bounces to his feet.

“Daddeeeee! Is later now??”

It isn’t his father. It’s his mother, and she holds a finger to her lips.

“Shhh, Koutaro. Daddy is taking a nap. You want to walk to the store with Mommy?”

 Koutaro knows that the store sometimes means getting a cheese stick or a meat bun or something else yummy. (But not candy. Mommy doesn’t let him get candy, because she says they make him too “wild.”) Yet despite the potential of something yummy, Koutaro shakes his head.

“No, no, no store for Ko-ko today. Daddy says he gonna play volleyball with me soon!”

Koutaro’s father had in fact said no such thing and Koutaro’s mother seems to know it as she looks at her son with a pained grimace.

“Koutaro, I told you, Daddy’s sleeping. Come to the store with Mommy.”

--------- Nine-year-old Koutaro’s arm is still reverberating from the spike he hit in their lunch-time scrimmage. The last spike of the game. Match point.

Despite the fact that it’s only elementary school intramurals, and none of his peers had even cared about what the score board said, Koutaro is still drunk with victory. He can’t wait to get home and share his news….

“DAD!” Koutaro hollers as he bursts through the front door to his house. “I scored match point in intramurals today! My spike was sooooo awesome, my arm just went waaaaaaaahh—” He winds back his arm to demonstrate—and freezes. The look on his father’s face as he lifts his head from his newspaper is one of marked irritation.

“Inside voice, Koutaro. Please.”

Koutaro is careful not to talk too much at dinner-time that evening. Which means that he doesn’t talk at all, because he knows by now that he can’t tell what “too much” is by other people’s standards.

Still, Koutaro is bursting with energy—he is on an average day and today he scored match point—so as an outlet he begins rocking his chair back and forth. He relishes the satisfying thump that happens every time the chair falls back to the ground. A slow grin starts to spread across his face. Not talking can be fun too, it turns out.

There’s another thump . It’s not the thump of the chair. It’s the thump of his father’s fist making contact with the table as he angrily sets down his fork.

“Koutaro, please stop rocking your chair. I’m losing my patience.”

Koutaro flinches. Then crumples in on himself as he says quietly, “Sorry Dad.”

----- Fifteen-year-old Koutaro bounds up to his team-mate Konoha after practice.

“Hey hey, Konoha! Practise spikes with me for just a lil’ bit?!”

Koutaro bounces on the balls of his feet, smiling hopefully at the fellow first year. Konoha sighs.

“We literally just finished a three-hour practice, Bokuto-san.” “I knoooow. But I’ve still got so much more in me! Don’t you??” Konoha gives him an exasperated look. “No. I don’t.” Koutaro deflates a little—but then perks up a moment later. “How bout we take a short break then get back at it?! Here, you can have my energy drink! I really don’t need it anyway.” He laughs lightheartedly.

Konoha groans and scrubs a hand over his face. He makes no move to take the drink that Koutaro is eagerly holding out to him. “Bokuto-san, I’m going home. You should too.”

“. . . Oh.” Keiji looks at the floor. “Okay.”

Koutaro stays in the gym for two more hours, practising spikes against the wall. Maybe if he tires himself out—burns all his excess energy—he’ll be less irritating at dinner… ---------

“I’m Akaashi Keiji from Mori middle school. I played setter. It’s an honour to be here.”

Sixteen-year-old Koutaro’s ear perks up when he hears the word “setter”.  

Koutaro is always interested in people, so he was already regarding this new first year with considerable curiousness. (There’s also the fact that the first year’s face is like something out of an air-brushed magazine. That helped too.) But at this word, he scrunches up his fists with excitement and starts quite literally squirming.

A setter!! Maybe this Akashi Keiji will toss for him after practice…

Koutaro ignores the slight twist in his gut that tells him that, based on history, this is unlikely—and skips up to Akashi Keiji once practice ends.

“Heya! You’re Akashi-kun, right?”

Akashi looks up from the broom he’d been pushing. His face is remarkably expressionless—but Koutaro thinks that maybe his eyes widen the slightest fraction of a millimetre, for the slightest fraction of a second. Koutaro winces. Maybe Akashi is shy? Koutaro has been know to scare off shy first years…

Akashi clears his throat. “It’s Ah-ka-ah-shi.”

Koutaro smacks himself in the face, with unnecessary dramatics. “Whooooops! Sorry, Ah-ka-ah-shi-kun!”

“No need.”

Koutaro grins, then moves a step closer to Akaashi. “Say, mind practising spikes with me for just a lil’ bit?” He holds up his thumb and forefinger, about an inch apart, to demonstrate the small amount of time he’s asking for. 

Despite the sunny grin on his face, Koutaro is already bracing himself for the “no”. Especially when Akaashi’s eyes widen another fraction of a millimetre and Koutaro is positive he’s scared him off.

“Sure.”

Koutaro blinks. He takes a startled step back. “Huh?”

Behind him, he’s become aware that Konoha is staring at them.

“Sure,” Akaashi repeats. “If you want me to.” And then, after a slight cough, he adds. “I’m a rookie though. I’m not used to setting for star players, so you might have to be patient.”

Koutaro hears Konoha letting out a guffaw. But he doesn’t pay him any mind. He’s too busy beaming from ear-to-ear.

It wasn’t even that Akaashi had called him a star player; he hadn’t even registered that, really. Normally, a comment like that would be enough to get Koutaro preening and flexing his muscles. But in this case, he’d stopped listening as soon as Akaashi had repeated the word “Sure.”

“Alright!!” Koutaro springs at Akaashi and claps him heartily on the back. “You’re the best, kouhai!”

------- They practise for more than a little bit. After the first half hour, Koutaro is expecting Akaashi to initiate stopping any minute now. And he’s trying really really hard to mentally prepare himself to not beg for more time.

Don’t do it, he sternly orders himself. It was very nice of Akaashi-kun to stay with you this long. When he asks to go, let him go.

But Koutaro feels sinking dread in his gut as he wonders whether he’ll be able to obey his own instructions or not. Mom has told Koutaro he has problems with “impulse control”. He thinks this sort of thing is what she means.

As it turns out, Koutaro’s capacity for impulse control never gets tested. Because Akaashi doesn’t initiate stopping. Not after the first half hour. Not after the first full hour. 

His body does start to flag a little, and he’s drenched in sweat… but he keeps putting the ball up for Koutaro. Really well, too. “Your sets are the best!” Koutaro exclaims, throwing his arms wide with enthusiasm.

There’s an almost imperceptible shift of something in Akaashi’s eyes—and then he says in the most neutral tone one could imagine: “Thank you.”

Koutaro can’t help but laugh out loud. This rookie is so funny.

“Do you ever get excited about anything?!” Koutaro asks, still snorting giggles through his nose.

Akaashi appears to consider the question for a moment. “Rarely,” he says at last.

That prompts another bout of laughter on Koutaro’s part.

But later, as Koutaro is walking home, he sobers and bites his bottom lip as he recalls Akaashi’s response. He can’t help but feel envious… Maybe if he spends a lot of time with Akaashi, the rookie’s lack of excitement will start to rub off on him?? And he wouldn’t be so “much” anymore…

Suddenly, Koutaro finds himself smiling again, his dark mood swiftly dissipating. Spending a lot of time with Akaashi! That would be fun.

/preview. Read the rest on AO3! :)

#bokuaka #akaashi x bokuto #bkak #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu fanfiction

[underthestarlitsky]

never wrote any of this down but the last week of college this year…@riff-raaf concoction lunch tuesday was arguably the best meal i’ve ever had in my life so much sunshine and arabiatta sauce and fake mulled wine…got an a on my final project for my hardest class ten minutes before my fake-date and i ran to see an absolutely life changing production of illinoise and boy did i feel it! there is no real way to describe what i saw except that it felt like the color of purple sparkles on a sweet blue twilight night lit by warm-white ikea lamps on a summer thursday; changed me forever and i will always be grateful to the dash for informing me that tickets had released and to fate for making it so my friend saw my request for someone to go see it with me as soon as i put it out into the universe; a dinner at applebees and then a long walk along the piers, sitting by the water playing urdu love songs…running errands on thursday and attending my friend’s student film premiere…running the last school market of the year with my club and setting up my own table to be run by my friend, hitting up raising cane’s after, gossiping and polaroids and spinning the cube and holding hands and skipping in a totally platonic way with my friend; using the last night i had with the seniors to convince them that actually just because i like superhero comics does not mean i am not one of them; preaching the riverdale gospel; chatting until two in the morning on the concrete in front of our dorm building…saturday the very last operation outside of sophomore year (more to follow) but brunch at our fav tea house; shopping; boba; central park and lots and lots of crying and sad songs and wandering; p.f. chang’s for dinner, eeaao rerun for the last night of the semester, packing until 5am…the push and the shove to store everything on sunday, jesus the way we had to maneuver those boxes…nightmare, actually, but we got it done, packed up my suitcases, and then got to my lyft at exactly 6:29 (he was scheduled for 6:30) and off i went! home again, home again, hot air and pink skies and long, sunny days and humid sweaty nights, a long flight that i napped on and a city i was glad to land in. what a week!

#personal #american adventures

[angryschnauzer]

I know a lot of people are awaiting an update on As Sweet As Honey, and numerous other stories i’ve said i will continue, but writing at the moment just isn’t happening for me.

Firstly i’ve been told i now have Long Covid. After the NHS telling me i 100% did not have in any way shape or form actual Covid back in January, they’ve since run tests and looked at the ongoing symptoms and side affects i’m still experiencing and have said that ‘maybe it was covid as you’ve now got all the symptoms of Long Covid’... Don’t get me started on their ineptitude of this, but the condition is long the lines of Chronic Fatigue syndrome or M.E, with a side of pneumonia.  Just living my day to day life is exhausting, and any down time i do have i’m asleep.

Unfortunately other aspects of life are also filling my time, firstly my Father In Law has been diagnosed with Dementia (most likely Alzheimer's) but my husband is an only child which means we are having to make the trip from London to Wales about every three weeks at the moment. Its a huge emotional drain on my husband and so i’m picking up a lot of duties we usually share (housework, childcare) and doing them solo so that he isn’t overwhelmed by what is a very rapid decline in his father’s condition. His mum is still living with his Dad in their old family home, but its likely we’ll have to arrange some residential care for FIL soon rather than just visiting carers and nurses.

To add to our stress, our next door neighbours who have been a thorn in our side for the last 13 months are back to their old behaviour; heavy drug use, fighting in the street, and just generally being a pain in the ass. None of our complaints to the owner of the property ever got dealt with properly, so this time we are having to raise a webchat with the police to get a report number, then complain in writing to the rental agency. The continued drug use has had a huge impact on my business as i can no longer have clients come to the house and visit my workshop for Wedding Decoration consultations as i could never guarantee they wouldn’t have to walk through a cloud of pot smoke or worry that their decorations would get to them stinking of it either. I had one client turn up last year as the neighbours were having a full on domestic abuse fight on the driveway we share with them, and understandably even though i explained what was happening, i lost those clients and a £500 job. Come the summer months the smoke means we have to have our windows shut and thus the temperature in our house rises, which in turn affects my 8 year olds Type 1 Diabetes as hot weather increases the rate that insulin is absorbed which means he needs to take more insulin.  I want to make it clear that i fully understand a lot of people use cannabis for medical use, and if people want to use it in their own homes to the point it doesn’t affect other people, go for it. BUT the stuff next door are smoking is not only incredibly potent, its laced with something else. To the point one day last summer i was having a nap on the sofa with the windows open in the middle of the day, and was woken up by smoke pouring in our windows from next door. I’d obviously inhaled some of it, and whatever was with it was making me hallucinate to the point i had to get another parent drive my son home from school as i couldn’t even stand let alone drive... and that’s from passive inhalation. So now whenever we even get the first whiff of drugs from them all our windows are closed. The only plus side is that the two teenagers that may or may not be siblings but are fucking haven’t been seen for weeks. I have no idea where they’ve gone but i also don’t care.

So yeah. That’s what’s keeping me from writing or even stringing a paragraph together. Fun times. Not.