#he's always so tidy and well put together that he probably does have a little one tucked away somewhere

[fist-amidst-the-hands]

hear me out, i havent stopped thinking about heartbroken ed's crew's new uniform vibes

izzy 'I'm not smearing that stuff on my face' hands vs ed 'it's not optional' teach: fight

outcome: izzy carefully applying precise eyeliner each morning using little more than the dim light of sunrise and one of the fancy trays stede left behind

#izzy hands #ofmd s2 #does izzy deserve an actual mirror? of course #he's always so tidy and well put together that he probably does have a little one tucked away somewhere #but let's pretend izzy tucked away a small shiny platter while they were chucking all stede's stuff overboard #i wonder if he'd eventually start thinking of it as his and forget where it came from #or if he'd always feel like it's a part of stede #also... holding my breath for a moment in s2 where ed is cupping izzy's face in his palm with his thumb over the x #and before he pulls his hand away he wipes over izzy's eyelid and smears the perfect outline into something messy and used #something he recognizes. something that's comfortable #how long until izzy would wash his face clean and redo the mandatory mask the way he likes - sharp edges and clean lines #or would he keep it just as ed had left it... a sign that the moment was real #yet another way to show that he's blackbeard's #after all he already wears the x so what's one more mark of his loyalty? his obedience? #this is not where i thought i was going with this but you know what. i stand by it #just a little post

[skelnexswriting]

Always Come Back to You

Pairing | John Price x reader

Warnings: Fluff, Price coming home, Fem reader, civilian reader, slightly shorter story, no use of y/n.

Summary: After being away from home for months, price finally got some time off. He decides to surprise you, not telling you he’s coming.

A/n: Hope you enjoy!

Some relationships were hard. Especially when your lover was off someone across the country or even the world.

It was difficult rarely seeing John. Especially when the line of work he does is so dangerous. The thought of him being killed lingered in the back of your mind.

You knew he could take care of himself but you still couldn’t help to worry.

Communication was also hard since the both of you were busy. You having to work and him half the time fighting.

It was definitely hard, but the two of you made it work.

Little did you know, price was already on his way home. The task force was blessed with some time off after the recent mission.

Price was more than happy. The team even teased him about it.

…

After Laswell informed the 141 price practically jumped out his seat. Soap wad the first to tease gim

“Woah there price, excited to see the missus?”

“You have no idea sergeant. Now if you excuse me, ill be gathering my things.”

Before anyone could say anything price wad already out the room and across the hall.

…

He’d been waiting for something like this for a while. Its been about two months since he was home. He always felt guilty for leaving you alone for that long but he was also grateful for how well you always took it.

Price had to stop himself from calling you to tell you as he wanted to surprise you.

And now that he was only 20 minutes away from home was like a dream. He almost felt nervous like he was driving to take you on that first date all over again.

…

The drive to the house seemed faster than usual. (probably because he was speeding…) Once your shared house came into view he felt his heart swell.

This was home. He was actually home.

He quickly parked the car, trying to be as quiet as possible. He didn’t want to ruin the surprise just yet. He got to the door, slowly unlocking and opening it.

Soft music filled the house, along with a soft hum coming from your lips. The house was the same as when he left. Clean with the smell of you. He’d become so used to the loud, busy base he almost forgot how tranquil his actual home was.

He gently set down his bags and continued making his way into the home. You weren’t in the kitchen nor the living room. So he figured you were probably in your office.

And just as he figured there you were.

The sight before him took his breath away.

There you were in all your beauty. Hair lazily put out your face, with the exception of the front pieces. His shirt, much too large, swallowing your figure with some bright pajama pants to pull it all together.

He couldn’t be happier than right now. You could be covered in dirt and mud and you’d still be the loveliest woman he’s ever laid eyes on.

You had you back turned to him as you we’re tidying up a few things on the shelf.

John carefully creeped over, wrapping his arms around your waist once he did. He heard you gasp softly before you realized it was him and relaxed.

But suddenly you stepped away, seemingly realizing it was him!

“John!!”

You practically jumped in his arms, tightly wrapping your arms around his neck. In return he wrapped his arms around you, stuffing his face in your neck.

He was here with you. He was home.

You slightly pulled away, holding his face in your hands staring into those bright blue eyes that you fell in love with.

“I can’t believe it you here. You’re actually here.”

He gave you that soft smile you’ve always love. He put a hand over yours.

“ i’m all yours love. I get two months off.”

He saw the way your face practically lit up and it made his heart flutter. Instead of a reply, you connected your lips in a much needed kiss,

The way he carefully held you would’ve made you think you were made of glass.

The kiss wasn’t desperate or needy. It was love and adoration.

Moments like these made all the time away absolutely worth it. It was you and him. It was always gonna be you and him. And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

He pulled away resting his forehead against yours. Both your faces held smiles, basking in each others presence.

“I’m glad your back love”

“I’ll always come back to you.”

#cod mw2 #modern warfare #mw2 x reader #mw2 x you #captain price #captain john price #john price x reader #john price #captain price x reader #captain price x you #john price x y/n #john price x you #cpt price #mw2 price #price x reader #price x you

[goldnhourwrites]

Not enough people talked about these so I'm gonna do it myself because oh my god (commentary and headcanons below, it's just long)

Sett has a little travel-sized sewing kit in his bag... it's so tidy... sett stitching things back together when his bandmates rip them...

Sett just casually carries around like 20+ pounds of dumbbells. Mans is literally always working out. The grind never stops.

"yo Ezreal can you grab my bag for me?" "Yeah sure--what the FUCK do you have in here? This thing weighs a hundred pounds."

His little exercise headband... and is that a hair tie behind it? Sett with his hair tied back??

Sett's energy bar collection. Sett's the type of person to pack an entire backpack full of snacks for a road trip.

Ezreal has a plushie OF HIMSELF on his bag.

this guy practically collects aesthetic glasses. 3 pairs in the bag plus the circle ones he had in PARANOIA.

Sharpie (for signing autographs???) His signature on the polaroids of himself???

The photo under the lip balm looks like it might be Ezreal and Aphelios. Ezreal's the type of person to make sure he has photos with all of his friends. Ezreal hanging up his favorite polaroids in his room.

can we talk about the all-white fit in the very bottom photo omg

Aphelios has back-up headphones for his headphones.

WHO SENT THE SNACKS. WAS IT ALUNE. WAS IT SOMEONE ELSE.

The writing on the note looks like Korean but unfortunately I don't know any Korean :(

his sticky noted book... is it a journal? is it full of lyrics? who put the little smiley face sticker on the front!! does he write in it!!

I love the idea of Aphelios just pulling out a little keyboard whenever he wants to write down a tune. How well can he play the piano? Only enough to write music, or does he have songs memorized? Does he ever play for anyone?

K'SANTE'S DRAWING TABLET

he's not just in charge of putting together their fashion, he designs it himself. i'm going to scream

I am in love with those glasses. I need art of k'sante in those glasses ASAP. i will do it myself if i have to.

What is his book!! What does the W stand for!!

The way the button on his gloves matches the one on his jacket in his LoL splash art. This tiny detail is driving me insane.

Also, the cologne? The top is the same as his necklace? Does he have a specific personal cologne? So elegant...

Kayn's Pentakill guitar pick. Let me see him play the guitar I beg

The crumpled up receipts. This man goes Shopping (also see: cash, various coins). And he just has a bunch of random shit in his bag because he never bothers cleaning it out.

the open leaking bottle of hair dye. please. do you NEED that

The random jewelry... I love the idea of him either a) taking it off, shoving it in his bag, and forgetting where he put it or b) bringing backup drip with him everywhere in case he needs more

While Sett, Aphelios, and Yone all opted for headphones, Kayn's gone with good old-fashioned corded earbuds. Does he not like headphones? Is it because they mess up his hair?

Big ass box of matches and For Why? Does he smoke? Is he too cool to carry around a lighter? Does he just like setting shit on fire?

Yone keeps a little emergency travel kit. Band mom energy. He's got band-aids and a toothbrush and toothpaste At The Ready.

Bottle of lotion? Yone with a skincare routine? Yone who stays moisturized? Everybody in Heartsteel asking Yone for lotion?

Earplugs (for sleeping on long bus rides, maybe?) I want to see Yone going "I'm sick of this shit" and tuning the fuck out.

Yone is the only one with a real headphone case. Aphelios has his around his neck 24/7, but his wireless earbuds have a case. Sett's just shoving his in there with twenty pounds of dumbbells and hoping for the best.

Yone's got so many little gadgets and I don't even know what they all are. He has his laptop and (probably) his phone, plus a smartwatch, and maybe a portable charger? He's that prepared.

I can't tell what the object beside his smartwatch is (looks wooden?) If anyone knows, let me know? I'm so curious

This man's got even more stuff inside his bag. Yone doesn't leave the house without like fifteen things in case of an emergency.

good news everyone. i'm still losing my mind over them

#heartsteel #heartsteel sett #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel k'sante #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel yone

[onmyyan]

For some reason a weird dream has now cause me to think about delmont brothers owning a superstore. Probably because i work at the coop and im obsessed with Caspian, but anyhoo....

Caspian is in the bakery, fresh cinnamon swirls, pecan maple plaits, apple crowns, doughnuts, bread... You name it, daily. You'll see him early doors carefully putting it all out in the stand. Making sure there are no pesky fruit flies around to keep everything nice and tidy, the bakery is always spotless, any extras left in the freezers for the next day, all dates carefully placed on too, will help with customers sometimes too, old ladies actually love him, some come in more than once a day if they see he's on a checkout. Pros of this for him is he finishes work at 2pm, meaning he has all afternoon and night to lavish his darling with love.

Gabe is pro shelve stocker, he's always on the store floor. Date checking stock, restocking, takes in the deliveries for later at night as Caspian does the early morning ones, reduces everything that's close to going out of date, he's often found helping the older ladies get things from the top shelves, will happily work late into the night, as waking up early is not his thing at all, plus, lazy morning cuddles with his darling? Sign him the fuck up.

Ricky deals with the managment side, plus he's go to person if a customer gets rude and Manny can't handle it, will happily tell people to get to fuck, you want to speak to a manager huh? Bitch he is the manager. He's the one to call for what stock needs to be delivered, takes inventory, deals with the cash office to make sure the tills have plenty of change, though if he's not in Caspian will make sure the tills have change, just general deals with the boring bit, but he's really good at it, and looks good doing it too

Marcos will happily sit on a till most days, as with his twin, especially watching self checkout zone. The chaos of customer stupidity is just chef kiss, watching the machine constantly scream because the customer is leaning on it, and then watching said customer blame the machine, funny stuff. If there is one thing he loves most though. Its getting to put the little stickers on the reductions so Gabe can put them on the appropriate shelf. Sets himself little personal goals to see how quickly he can reduce it all in price. More of a morning person as he loves spending the night with his darling, also means he can go party at night

Manny is also tills guy, also loves watching the chaos of self checkouts. Absolutely adores arrogant customers, theres nothing he loves more than putting them in their place, its only when he really can't handle it that Ricky will be called down. Will happily chase down theiving customers without a shadow of a doubt, they won't escape without paying what is due, the man works night though, not a morning person by any means, you every worked on a hangover? Its a no go for manny.

The brothers all wear headsets for both convenience sake, and also, if a rat turns up... Well i suppose they'll need to make a bit of space in the warehouse, no other customers will hear them there. Plus, manny and Marcos will gossip about customers while on shift together over the headsets too, both a distaction and entertainment for the other brothers as they work.

Y'all are on fire with these Delmont concepts omfg thank you so so much for sharing lovely

#yananswers #anon submission #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #delmont brothers

[xxnghtclls]

Permission

Chapter 7

(Chapter 6; Chapter 8)

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

A Chaste Kiss

Slumping naked on your bed, you can’t help but let the pressure out. Tears fall down onto your pillow and you can’t help but to think that you aren’t even mad at Sukuna. Not much at least. You are mostly mad at that bitch for making this already embarrassing situation even more embarrassing. You were just trying to present to your King as best as possible, to fulfil your oath to him. But the main reason you’re angry is: she was right.

You want him. The reactions he tickles out of your body with his mere presence and actions can’t deny that you, in fact, want him. In a way that you never thought of, in a way that you never wanted anybody. He’s like a drug and you’re the addict. You’re so lucky that never anyone actually took filthy advantage of you. Of course there were some that tried, but you could always fight them off. You can’t really explain why he makes you feel this way, yet he does. He just does.

Was it so obvious?

After some minutes of crying, you finally regained some self confidence. You went to the bowl of water thats seated in the corner of your room to splash some of it onto your face and forearms. It made you feel better immediately. With swollen eyes, you gathered your clothes to put them on again. It was time for your duties anyway and you couldn’t let your pride be kicked away like a bucket of water by that bitch. Once your kimono sat perfectly, you went out back into the halls.

Snip.

You cut an ugly branch off a bush that’s seated near the entrance to Sukuna’s room. You always try your best to keep the area around the door especially tidy. Cutting off dead or unwanted branches, keeping them in a nice form. Most of the trees and bushes don’t carry leaves anymore since it’s gotten more cold. This November was exceptionally cold, compared to the others before. Somehow, the shrine itself wouldn’t get freezing cold, although there were openings in the hall walls, that would let the cold air from outside come in easily.

You hear soft footsteps coming your way. Turning around, you see another maiden, one you’ve seen in the kitchen sometimes, make her way into the garden. She carries a bucket, probably wants to fetch some water for cooking. Your eyes meet and she smiles at you. Not having conversations often, it seems that she wants to tell you something. You greet her while walking towards the well.

“You ... actually did great in there.” she whispers “Most girls start to bore him or run away.”

“Is he... doing this to every girl that comes here?” you ask, while watching her let the bucket down the well.

“Only the ones he shows a different kind of interest in.” Splash.

“Uh..huh” you say mindlessly, as the bucket fills with water.

“You know what happened after you left? He shoved the fingers he used to... you know, ... touch you... into her mouth. He made her suck them and threatened her because she spoke without him allowing it. He actually made her gag on his fingers.”

Hearing what she said, you try your best to hide the smile building up in your face.

“I knew it would make you feel better to hear that.” she said with a wink, while pulling the bucket back up.

I really am an open book.

“Thank you” you say while a blush paints your cold cheeks. The other maiden bows her head at you and leaves.

The day went on and after rustling some fallen leaves together and scrubbing the floor of halls a bit, the sun set. Since it was a already a cloudy day, dark and grey, you almost missed the time to get his dinner ready. The situation this morning definitely didn’t help, but you figured, that it would be better not to think about it too much.

Pushing the cart over the stone floor again, you get lost in thought about his face, the way the light reflected on his features, the little wrinkles on his eyes as he smirked, while his hand was busy sliding through your folds. His eyes staring so intently into yours. As if it was only you two there.

What would if feel like if it really were only us two?

You proved your will and your intention to Sukuna. If it just wasn’t for that bitch, he wouldn’t have seen your weaker side. That bothers you the most.

Arriving at his chambers door, you knock.

Knock Knock Knock

No answer. Like usual.

You notice his energy. It’s different, but different in a way you felt it before. Last time when he...

was busy.

Fuck.

On your knees, you slide the door open. It’s pretty quiet in there.

Having your gaze locked onto your hands, you push the cart in and as you do so, you suddenly hear soft slurping noises. Smacking of lips onto skin. Soft groaning. Breathing.

Five steps into the room your hands leave the handle of the cart. You hesitate. Somehow you feel his energy creep up your neck, almost as if its grabbing your jaw to pull your face into the direction of the sounds. You try to fight it, but

fuck it.

You look.

Your King is laying on his bed, butt naked. His legs are splayed apart, his head rests on big cushions behind him. Following his gaze you see the bitch. She’s kneeling between his legs. Between his massive thighs, black rings tattooed on them. Sucking him. Pumping him. You can’t really see, because her hair is covering his private parts. One hand of his is playing with a strand of her hair, another resting on the back of her head. His remaining two arms are resting elevated on the cushion behind him.

He’s calm, breathes deeply, groaning occasionally. His eyes are half lid.

You don’t know if you’re shocked, aroused or angry. Seeing him like this, with her, but you decide to just stand there and watch. You stare until suddenly, your King softly turns his head to look at you. You look at him. You remember, you broke the rule, but instead of shying away, you keep staring. Sukuna’s eyes pierce into yours as he slowly starts breathing faster, louder. Rising his head a bit to get a better view of you, his eyes soften and his pupils paint his eyes black. Being normal before, his pupils start to dilate even more the more he looks at you. His eyebrow starts to cut wrinkles into the space above his nose, his mouth slowly opens more, the deeper and more frequent he needs to breathe. Your King’s face is painted in pleasure. You notice the bottom pair of his eyes are not looking into yours, but wander all over your body. The tattoos on his chest falling and rising with every breath he takes, every groan he vocals. Seeing him like this, hearing him like this, it turns you on. It feels like he’s gaining pleasure from... from looking at you, not from feeling her. You clench your thighs together. He notices, his remaining eyes shoot down to your cunt.

A growl.

Your breath hitches. Wetness starts to pool between your folds and you can’t help but stare at him longingly. The room is still filled with obscene noises from her sucking and kissing and slurping. Your fingers fumble nervously with the fabric of your kimono and your pulse starts to quicken. His right hand slowly moves along the fabric of his bed towards you, as his eyes shoot back up to look into yours laying his head down back into the cushion again. The energy that still has a grip on your jaw, pulls you in. Slowly you take a step forward, quietly, eyes never leaving each other. A lustful grin grows on Sukuna’s face. His bottom pair of hands move down to the bitch’s jaw and neck, keeping her steady, preventing any movement she could come up with, except her sucking. Approaching the edge of the bed, you quietly slide down to your knees, his hand inches away. He turns his hand so that his palm is facing you, inviting you. Taking all the courage you have in you, you lean down, hesitating before your face reaches his hand. Your King‘s mouth twitches while his eyes jump up and down between you and his hand. His expression challenges you and you understand. You lean down further, to place a chaste kiss on his fingertips. Your soft lips touching his skin, while you still look into his eyes make him vocal a loud growl again, followed by a chuckle. He shifts his feet onto the surface of the bed, his right thigh now separating you from her. His expression changes into a determined one, groaning under his breath. Bucking his hips up, he starts to thrust into her throat. Faster, harder. She starts to gag. He doesn’t care.

Still looking at you, his thighs start to shake, his growls grow louder. Captivated by his expression, you just stare, looking back at him with doe eyes.

“Fuck” he growls, this time breaking eye contact and leaning his head back. Snapping back into reality you realise it’s time for you to go. You’ve broken enough rules already and he might as well punish you for it later. Quietly you leave the room as fast as you can and realise you almost hold your breath for the entire time, as you slide the door shut.

What the fuck just happened?

You just stand there breathing heavily, standing right outside his door. The whole situation crashes down on you like a hammer.

His fingers felt so soft under your lips. His eyes, challenging you to break one rule after another, his whole being excites you. Sukuna’s way of giving you attention like this, while ignoring her, make you forget the ounce of anger you felt towards him this morning. You shake your head, still thinking this all was a dream.

Tiptoeing back to the door of your chamber, you hear his door open. You freeze, as you just wanted to open your own. Soft tapping on the floor tells you that it must be her, not him. You just turn your head slightly, looking behind you through the corner of your eyes. Tapping away into the halls naked, with just her clothes pressed against her chest, she shoots you a deadly look.

Fucking bitch.

You smile to yourself, still hesitating to open your door.

He’s alone now.

The wetness between your thighs still present, you think of breaking another rule. You’ve already broken a lot tonight. He will surely let you know if you’re not welcome, however, the King’s eyes spoke something different earlier. Curiosity is a pain in the ass sometimes. Especially paired with lust and want and passion.

You decide to turn around.

With a heavy beating heart, you softly knock on his door. Barely audible.

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[misc-obeyme]

Could you do how the brothers would react to MC's Barbie and Lego sets? Would they play with them or just support MC by buying more sets

Hi there, anon!

While I definitely think all the brothers would be supportive, I also think all of them could be talked into playing, too lol.

Thanks for the request!

brothers react to GN!MC who has Barbie and Lego sets

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

Due to his busy schedule, Lucifer is not likely to engage in playing with your sets unless you really get on his case about it. He's a busy demon. He likes that you're occupied, but he has mountains of paperwork. Please, MC, he just doesn't have the time.

Will absolutely purchase you new sets. Probably doesn't know which ones you have or don't have, so might need to consult with you or one of his brothers before purchasing one for you.

He's going to be concerned about storage, though. Wants to make sure that you have enough space to keep everything tidy. Please make sure you don't leave any tiny pieces on the floor because if he steps on a Lego it's all over.

When he does have a little time, you might be able to wrangle him into building a Lego set with you. Watch as he gets incredibly invested, refusing to sleep until it's complete. Might get a little frazzled, but in the end it turns out perfect.

Mammon

Acts like he's not interested. He's gonna say stuff like well okay I guess the Great Mammon can indulge ya for a bit, MC! But really he's totally fine with playing with you.

Always buying you new ones. Actually knows every single set you own and therefore is able to buy you ones you don't already have.

Keeps a couple in his room. Might act like he's more interested in keeping a finished Lego set, but secretly enjoys the Barbie sets, too. Displays them prominently where he can see them.

Good at putting them together. Anything that needs assembly, he's on it. If you're really struggling with a certain set, he is there to help. He'll be able to figure it out for you.

Leviathan

Of course he'll play with you, MC! Like he doesn't know how it is to be interested in something like that. He's going to be right there, ready to go.

Definitely buys you new sets. Finds you limited editions. Will wait in lines with you if necessary. He knows about new releases before you do, even.

Shows you how best to display them while you're not using them. Depending on how rare they are, might insist you get three of every set. You know, one to use, one to display, and one to keep!

If there is any kind of equivalent thing in the Devildom, he's going to get you into that, too. Lego-like sets that are Ruri themed? Maybe there's a little demon doll that's as popular as Barbie and has her own play sets? He will suggest them all to you.

Satan

Not likely to play with them. Likes watching you play with them, though. He'll join in if you really want him to. Give him a little bit of a pout and he'll succumb pretty fast.

Biggest exception to this is going to be any kind of set that has cats involved. Veterinarian Barbie with her own clinic full of kitties? Lego cats? He is invested.

Probably won't buy as many for you as the others - just because don't you already have enough sets, MC? But if he sees something he knows you don't have or that he thinks you'll particularly like, he'll get it for you. Especially if it's one he knows you've been wanting for a while.

When he does play, he comes up with elaborate story lines for all your Barbies. In fact, his favorite one becomes Detective Barbie while the rest become suspects and one is the victim. Watch him act out entire murder mysteries with them.

Asmodeus

Okay. Listen. Asmo is going to be making you new sets. Give him all your Barbies. They clearly need new clothes. He'll make them all entirely new wardrobes. Might not have the materials to make new Lego sets, but he's very good at designing them still.

If anything needs to be repaired, he's the one to go to. Might rope Levi into helping, but together there's nothing they can't fix for you.

Absolutely plays with you if you ask. He's happy to join in, especially considering how happy you look when he does. He just wants to see your sweet smiling face, MC. Also, you can expect elaborate Barbie fashion shows, especially if he's made them all new outfits.

Will buy you new ones without hesitation. Will just buy one whenever he sees it, doesn't even know if you already have it or not. You might end up with multiple sets because of this.

Beelzebub

You should be okay with this guy unless you've got anything that looks even remotely tasty. Fake food? Building a Lego cheeseburger? Forget it, those things are gone in seconds. It doesn't matter that it isn't actual food, we know he can eat anything. He's sorry, MC. They just looked so good and he was so hungry.

Keep him away from that stuff, but otherwise, you've got a buddy here. Beel will pretty much do anything that will make you happy, so if you want him to play with you, he will. Doesn't question it or act like he's not interested, he's interested in what you are interested in.

Feels bad about any that he's eaten, so will absolutely buy you new ones. Won't do it randomly, though. Always checks with you first. He wants to be sure he gets you ones you actually want.

Will always get roped into whatever you're working on. Plays with all the Barbie sets and helps as much as he can with the Lego sets. Perfectly content to sit by your side for hours. Just tell him what to do, MC.

Belphegor

Surprisingly easy to cajole into playing with you. If you're sitting in one spot for a while because you're playing with one or your sets, he's probably already asleep next to you anyway. When he wakes up and sees you, he's not going to be able to resist joining in. You're pretty cute, MC.

Surprisingly, Belphie knows all your sets. Any time he's with any of his brothers and they're considering buying one for you, he'll be able to direct them to one you don't have yet. He will buy them himself, too, but only if he knows it's one you really want.

Expect him to start using the Barbies to imitate his brothers. Turns one Barbie into Lucifer who doles out punishments to the others. One of the Barbies is him and she gets to sleep through everything.

He'll also use the Legos to make Lucifer crazy. Leaves them where he knows Lucifer won't notice and then steps on them. If Lucifer gets on your case about it, Belphie will take full responsibility for it. He doesn't want you to get into trouble because of his pranks.

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[medusapelagia]

Steddie Week Day 7: The Future

May 28: Free space / Free space / Freedom by Wham! 

Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: light angst, angst with happy ending, alcohol WC: 1772

The apartment they are living in is nice.

Nothing fancy, just two bedrooms over a Chinese restaurant but the kitchen is big enough to host the kids during their D&D campaign.

Steve’s room it’s the tidy one. The one where they never sleep. Eddie needs his mess to sleep at night and Steve doesn’t complain so…

But tonight Eddie is fretting, pacing around Steve’s tidy room.

His love has gone to attend one of the stupid parties his mum always asks him to accompany her to.

He knows that she will show him around like a racehorse.

She will try to find a good girl for her perfect boy.

It’s not that Eddie is jealous, even if he must admit that deep inside he is, it’s the fact that every time Steve comes home after one of these stupid parties he is a mess.

He doesn’t want to disappoint his mother, he doesn’t want to cheat on Eddie, he doesn’t want to be a bad kid… and, in the end, he usually collapses crying in Eddie’s arm, saying that the next time his mom calls him he will not answer.

But he does. 

And so the story repeats itself.

It’s two o’clock in the morning when finally he hears the familiar sound of Steve’s car.

Eddie is watching a movie, he doesn’t even know what kind of movie he is watching, he just needs to pretend that he wasn't waiting for him.

He hears the keys fall to the ground followed by a strange laugh.

Oh god. He is drunk.

That’s bad.

He goes to the door and Steve almost falls in his arms.

“Did you have fun?” he asks, helping him to the sofa.

“Oh… so much fun! Do you know that all my parent’s friends have sons or daughters that attended an Ivy League University? Everyone… except me. And you know that they all have super important jobs? Everyone… except me. And you know that they all have kids? Everyone… except…”

Steve starts to cry.

He is very sensible on that matter.

Formally they are friends living together and legally they can’t adopt.

How could his mother put him through this? She should know how much that hurt Steve.

Or maybe she did it because she knows exactly how much that hurts Steve.

“Hey, sunshine, what do you say if we drink some water and go to bed? Mmh?”

Steve shakes his head.

“I’m a fucking failure, Eddie. I have done nothing right in my life. And you should leave me. I’m just a burden for you.”

God. 

He also has to deal with sad drunk Steve.

Eddie always hated Mrs. Harrington, but right now he hates her even more.

“You are not a fucking burden Steve. You are drunk and sad. Drink some water and come to bed, you’ll feel better tomorrow.”

He doesn’t know how he finally managed to make him drink the stupid water and go to bed, but he hugs Steve all night long, wiping away the tears that fall from his eye.

Fucking Mrs. Harrington.

How could she do something so vile?

Steve always wanted a family and she knew very well that she was going to break him talking about kids.

That was the first thing that she said to him when he told her that he and Eddie were dating. That he could date Eddie if he dated a nice girl as well “We need an heir to our fortune Stevie.”

That’s all that Steve has always been for them.

The heir to their fortune.

Not even a person.

Just a way to pass on their fortune.

And he was expected to do the same.

“Come on Steve. You already disappoint us in every possible way. Can’t you make me happy and give me a grandson?”

Grandson.

Not even a granddaughter.

A male heir to continue their stupid legacy.

When Steve opens his eyes they are still red from crying, and he is going to have a very bad day.

Eddie hopes that the headache that he is certainly going to have will not transform into a migraine.

“Hey, babe, it’s still soon. Don’t you want to sleep a little more?”

“Not tired…”

Eddie sighs.

He is tired. He is just so tired that he probably can't sleep anymore.

“Ok. What would you like to do? See a movie? Or I can read you something. Do you need an Advil?”

Steve shakes his head and Eddie sighs again, he is not going to ask for meds until it’s too late and they will not have an effect anymore.

That’s a present from Mr. Harrington, who taught him to be tough.

Sometimes Eddie thinks that he would have given everything to meet Steve when he was just a kid. He didn’t have a fairytale childhood but at least he had Wayne and not a couple of fucked up parents that treat him more like a fucking show dog than a kid.

“I was going to read a little bit. Do you mind if I read it out loud? It helps me get more in the story.”

Steve loves when he reads to him. He laughs at the different voices that he makes.

When the boy nods Eddie takes it as a win and starts to read the book he has on his nightstand.

He could have been reading the phone book for how much he cares, but he keeps reading until his boy falls asleep again. He looks at the clock. 

It’s six o’clock in the morning. In a couple of hours, Steve should be at Family Video. 

No fucking way.

He is going to call in sick for him and he doesn’t care if Keith is going to fire him. Steve needs at least a day to decompress.

****

When Steve wakes up the sun is high in the sky.

He looks at his alarm clock. It’s almost ten. He is late!

He gets up super quickly, screaming at Eddie “Why didn’t you wake me up?! I’m super late!”

“No, you are not.” The other boy answers with calm from their little kitchen. 

“I was supposed to be at Family Video at least half an hour ago!” Steve protests.

“Nope. You are sick. I already called Keith.”

“I’m not sick!”

“Yes, you are, baby. Now get in here and eat something. There is no point in arguing about that.”

In the kitchen, Eddie is waiting for him with a cup of tea and some plain toast.

“No coffee?”

“You are sick.”

“I’m not…”

Eddie smiles and gives him the cup of tea and Steve sips it, almost burning his tongue.

Steve is pretending that nothing happened last night, and that hurts Eddie even more. The fact that Steve doesn’t feel comfortable enough with Eddie to admit that last night was shit and he still feels unbalanced.

“Calm down. We have all the time in the world.”

“You have a job as well!”

“And I’m not going either.”

“Eddie, I don't understand what is going on…”

“Steve, my love, you had a horrible night and you need some time to get over it and I’m giving it to you.”

“But they could fire us.”

“So?”

“We need a job to pay for this apartment. Two jobs to be precise.”

“Listen to me, babe. Are you sure that your dream life was living in a small apartment over a Chinese restaurant while working at Family Video?”

“It’s not perfect but…”

“What would you like to do? If you could choose. What would you like to do?”

Steve looks at him puzzled “I don’t know…”

“Steve…”

“I’m too stupid anyway so...”

“Tell me.”

“I’d like to help people.”

“Cool.”

“Cool? Not stupid?”

“No. Cool. There are a lot of jobs that help people… there are social workers, doctors, nurses, policemen, fire fighters…”

“I was… I was thinking about becoming a physiotherapist. I mean… I learned a lot during your recovery, and I’m strong enough to pick up or move a person if needed and I have a good knowledge of injuries and the human body…”

“Great. You have everything already planned out. Why don’t you apply to some course…”

“No fucking university accepted me, Eddie. Do you really think that I’m going to take a fucking degree?!”

“I do. I think that you were too busy with interdimensional monsters to really put your mind on that shit. But now you can. We could move to Chicago. You could see Robin and find some courses. We could work in a stupid coffee shop and you will get your degree. What do you say?”

“What about Wayne? The Corroded Coffin? The kids? My family?”

“It’s Chicago Steve, not Australia. They could come to visit. And, to be honest, I think that Wayne and the kids will be more than happy if we move away after Jason’s show.”

“Why are you doing this Eddie?”

“Because I love you and I want you to be happy.”

“And this has nothing to do with last night, right?”

Well…

“I can stand it anymore, Steve. I can’t keep waiting for you worrying about how broken you will come back. I always wanted to move far away from this fucking town, but I stayed for you. Now Robin is in Chicago, the kids will be all over the Country in a couple of years and Jeff and Gar will leave at the end of the summer. And about your family… If I have to be honest, I really don’t want you to go back to them.”

“Eddie…”

“Listen to me Steve, give me a year. Just a year! If it doesn’t work out we will come back, for good, and I will not propose something so crazy again. But let's try it.”

“A year?” he asks unsure.

“A year. A year to prove to yourself that you are more than a disappointment or a burden. That you are a wonderful person and you could do something good with your life. Do it for you. And for me. A little bit for me because I can’t live in this bigot city anymore.”

Steve sips his tea for a moment, lost in his thoughts.

A year it’s not a long time after all. They are young. They could try. If he agrees.

When Steve gets up without saying anything Eddie looks at him worriedly.

“Steve?”

“Mmh?”

“What do you say?”

“I say that I have to call Robin. No more fucking apartments over restaurants.”

“So that’s a yes?”

Steve smiles at him “It’s a yes Eddie.”

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Fic丨Insomnia丨Xavier Thorpe x Reader

Still a request about Xavier Thorpe x Reader! This time it mentions fluff and kissing (just the end result) If there are any grammatical errors please let me know and I'll fix them, and more friends are still welcome to send requests by all means!

Xavier Thorpe x Reader

"Still can't sleep?"

The door to the drawing room opens and quickly closes again. Xavier's figure squeezed in through the opened gap, and although it was only a process of a few seconds, you still smelled the damp earth of the woods and the scent of grass burrowing into the small room together.

"Still insomnia. I can't disturb my roommate by tossing and turning and not being able to sleep either." You put down the pencil in your hand and turn around to see the boy standing in the doorway. Xavier is shaking droplets of water off his clothes like a raptor returning to its winter nest. You slowly explain to Xavier, a palpable tiredness and helplessness floating in your language. You usually have a hard time having a good night's sleep naturally, which is probably the price you pay for having powerful divination and psychic abilities. More whining words bubble up from your mind, but are quickly chased away by you, "And, you must be the same, Xavier. That's why you're here."

"I tried to sleep, and I only got maybe half an hour."

"So that's from having that dream again, about the monster?"

Xavier nods indefinitely, not sitting down as he usually did. He shrugs and just casually set aside his umbrella and the keys to his bike. He does his best to answer your question. As he approaches you, you smell the cold scent of rain, but the vast majority of it is passively warmed by Xavier's body heat, turning it into an indescribable, springtime lake-like tenderness. You must admit that Xavier's presence will give you some strength to face your own troubles, as well as some courage to confess and dissect your inner world.

"Since it's curfew time, we're complicit. I'm glad for that fact. Considering you might be coming, I went here at noon to tidy up and put away those ...... not-so-wonderful sketches." He says, eventually standing behind you, examining the results of the drawings you made on his paper during the period of solitude you just spent. Xavier's voice is silent for three seconds, "Your style is kinda ......"

"Wild. I'm drawing you." You smile up. It's a good idea to get creative with the trimmings of the paper left over from his painting, and besides, Xavier won't blame you for ruining his masterpiece with a botched scribble. Even though you are not facing him, you believe you must have heard Xavier's sigh, which is not a complaint, but just a code word between you. You prefer to describe the subtle emotions embedded in it as a kind of doting and eccentricity.

Xavier seems to bend down, something you are almost certain of as you sit in front of his easel while he stands behind you as a shield behind you, his breath close to your cheek with heat and unintentional intimacy, "Oh. I can tell that despite your cute ideas, your drawing skills need a little practice. Like this..."

You seem to feel his untied hair gently pass over your temple, tickling your ears and face. Xavier reaches out, the scent of the humid night wrapping around you, and his hand takes the back of yours at the same time, leading you to pick up your pencil. Xavier's other hand presses against your shoulder, but can't make you to focus on how he is leading your hand and the pencil in your hand to draw wonderful lines.

All you know is that Xavier's palm is hot, unlike the coldness on his jacket, his hand is soft, reliable, and a little larger than yours, and that warmth soaks through your clothes and skin, and your tactile nerves begin to dance with glee as soon as they catch Xavier's touch. He was an artist, that's what all his classmates said about him. Xavier certainly enjoyed the moments when the pen blossomed on the paper to produce beautiful works, the burning creative passion always stirring in his chest, forming that highly romantic part of his soul. You are fascinated by his sometimes forgetful and sometimes contradictory qualities. Xavier is like a poet walking between heaven and earth, but he happens to use his brushes for poetry and his colorful creativity as a rhyme for his works.

"So," Xavier's voice suddenly rings out, and you turn back to your senses. He whispers in your ear, almost making you jump up from your chair. He must have felt you shake in shock, but you're not sure if you heard a friendly bark of laughter from him as a result, "I just worked on your sketches a bit. If I may ask, is that how I look to you?"

You feel your back sweat a little, for no other reason than that you took advantage of his absence to depict him reading a book during class, and at the moment, the Xavier in the painting is no longer focused on reading his textbook. It's as if he's been given a soul in the painting. He raises his eyes, gazes into your eyes, and even reaches out from the paper to touch your fingers that are still holding the pen. Is it just you, or is Xavier really flirting with you, even using his art-filled magic in a brilliant way?

"Oh, uh... it did have so-" you stammer, finding yourself unable to find a proper adjective, and you can only quickly turn your head sideways to try to trick yourself into escaping the question, only to find the real Xavier coming closer to look at you . You almost hit the tip of his nose, your breaths entwined, and for just a moment you think you might have made up your minds about something with each other.

"It doesn't matter what kind of description it is," Xavier says. His breath spills over your lips, and you see with your afterglow that the sketch you've worked on together resumes its stillness, slumbering back on the page. He continues, bringing your attention back to him, "One of them must be fascinating. You're observing me so carefully, how did I miss the fact that Nevermore's good student also have a side of not listening in class?"

"Rightfully so. But Xavier, I didn't realize you had such a narcissistic side."

Xavier smiles and you feel his hand travel down the back of your neck, eventually resting on the back of your head. Your hair wraps around his fingers and you feel a push that you can't deny. Good thing you weren't about to deny him a kiss either.

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OK I HAD A CUTE IDEA (take your time with it, I’m in no rush)

Ok so, how do you think the TR guys would react if they found an old journal of yours from when you two weren’t together where you just gushed about how pretty and badass they are, and how much you love them?

I trust you to pick the characters for this one.

MCIANXKAMXNKSD OKAY <3 i wrote rans so fast help

feat: ran, mitsuya, inupi, baji, rin, chifuyu x fem! reader

warnings: not really any, some suggestive themes but that's about it.

network tag: @tokyometronetwork

ℝ𝔸ℕ - this mf would tease the fuck out of you. he'd probably find it while he was looking for something of yours that you had asked him to get but he lost focus after finding a dark blue journal. it looked worn out, old, and it peaked his interest. he grabbed it from the drawer, sitting down on your shared bed before going through the pages. much to his surprise, each page seemed to describe something about him, from his eyes, to his height, to the braids he used to have and more. his lips turned up in a grin, reading each page carefully, so carefully he didn't even hear you walk in, a look of horror on your face when you saw your old journal in his hands. "ran what are you doing?!" you quickly went over to him, tackling him down on the bed as you tried to reach for it. "tell me sweetheart, are my lips as soft and kissable as you imagined them to be? how about how my big strong hands feel as they cup your tits?" you gasped, hitting him lightly on his arm, only making him chuckle. "how about when i fuck you hm? does my cock reach every spot like you thought it would? what about all these little 'mrs. haitani' scribbles, you still want that with me?" "ran be quiet!" you whined, finally taking the journal from him. "you're such an ass you know that?" you huffed, keeping the journal close to you. "maybe i am, but it's nice to know you think my ass is great. what did you write in there? something about how good it looks in-" "shut up!" you yelled, only making ran smile. "i hate you" you whined, only making ran chuckle before he captured your lips with his own.

𝕄𝕀𝕋𝕊𝕌𝕐𝔸 - what a sweetheart. he'd probably find it while you were both cleaning up around your shared apartment, finding it under the bed as you figured he'd never look under there, but he wanted to do a thorough cleaning, so when he saw the small journal he had an immediate grin on his face. he pulled it from where it was, walking back out to the living area where you were dusting "what's this i found pretty girl?" you stopped your dusting looking towards your boyfriend, your eyes widening when you saw what he had "n-nothing, just an old journal, give it" you said quickly, too quickly. he raised a brow as you walked over to him, trying to grab it from his hands "well what's in it?" he asked, noticing the way your cheeks reddened "nothing important, come on give it takashi!" he only smiled, opening up the journal and skimming the pages, a small smile on his face as you stood in front of him, completely embarrassed as he read it. "you felt this way all those years ago?" he asked softly, looking up from the journal. "i- yeah, yeah i did…" "i wish i would have known, i only took so long to ask you out because i didn't think you felt the same" he put the journal down, pulling you into his arms as he kissed the top of your head, making you blush as you hid your face in his chest. "my pretty girl, always so cute"

𝕀ℕ𝕌𝕀 - my baby :( honestly i don't even know how he would react, but i know he'd be very shocked as he read your journal he had randomly found while tidying up the apartment you shared. he more or less wondered why you felt they way you did all these years. he didn't think he was anything special, but the words that were scribbled in your penmanship said otherwise. so when you walked into the room, a gasp falling from your lips when you saw what your boyfriend had, he looked up to you, the smallest hint of a smile on his face. "you really felt that way all those years ago?" he asked. "well of course sei… but where did you find that?" you asked, a small blush on your face. "doesn't matter where i found it, but why? why me?" you gave him a questioning look. "what do you mean why you? obviously you know why since you read it." you told him, moving so you could straddle his lap, making him look at you "i love you seishu, and as you now know, i always have." you smiled, making inui smile in return. "i love you to princess, and i always will"

𝔹𝔸𝕁𝕀 - another tease, and he'd be so smug about it. he would be reading the pages of your old journal in the living room, waiting for you to come home from work, a grin on his face when he read all the thoughts you had about him. you opened the door, sighing as you threw your purse on the table before walking into the living room, stopping dead in your tracks when you saw what was in his hands. "kei.. what are you-" "you know, i always knew you were into me, but i didn't realize you were down that bad." your eyes widened before you snatched the journal away. "screw you baji" you mumbled, walking to your shared bedroom. "oh come on baby, i'm just teasing!" he followed after you, sitting on the bed and pulling you down on his lap. "i think it's cute" baji said with a teasing grin. "i think you should shut up." you said under your breath, making baji laugh. you couldn't help but smile at the sound, squealing when he moved you so you were on your back with him above you, his hair around your face like a curtain as he flashed you a toothy grin "i read some things in there that peaked my interest, how about we make some of your fantasies come true hmm?" all words died in your throat, opening your mouth to speak only for baji to attach his lips to yours before you could.

ℝ𝕀ℕ𝔻𝕆𝕌 - honestly feel like rinrin would be a little flustered about it. he would have found it in the closet, where you thought it was safe. he couldn't help but open the old journal, his face turning a little bit pink as he read what you had wrote about him, like they way you loved the blue streaks on his hair, the way he was so gentle with you when he could easily snap someone's bones, and he couldn't help but notice the dates on the pages, dating back to long before you both actually confessed. "rin what are you doing?" you asked, coming into the room. "reading this old journal of yours" "what?" you asked, a shocked expression on your face "rindou what the fuck! give it back!" you scowled, snatching it from his hands. "love i'm sorry! i just found it and-" "so you had to read it? rin these thoughts were private" you pouted. Rindou walked up to you, leaving a small kiss on your pouted lips, sending you a gentle smile. "i'm glad i read it, i didn't know you felt that way about me.." "rin of course i felt that way about you… and i still do." rindou felt his face get hot, making you smile at his reddened cheeks. "but next time please ask about it, don't just snoop." "okay pretty, thats fair." he whispered before kissing you softly.

ℂℍ𝕀𝔽𝕌𝕐𝕌 - this sweet boy omg. he would find it while looking through your manga collection since he wanted to read something new. you hid it behind some of them on the lower shelf, but chifuyu found it, and man was his face red. he knew he shouldn't read it, but he couldn't stop himself, skimming the pages that spoke about him. his heart was beating out of control and he was so focused he didn't even hear you come into the room, a gasp leaving your lips as you nearly dropped the drinks you brought in. "f-fuyu what are you doing?" you asked walking up to him and taking the journal from his hands. "i'm sorry! i found it and was intrigued and i- angel i'm sorry." "fuyu those are my private thoughts…" you frowned, holding the journal close. "i think it's cute… especially considering i have one about you." chifuyu smiled as your eyes went wide. he chuckled, going over to the closet and grabbing his own journal that he had hidden, giving it to you as you looked at him skeptically. you opened it, skimming the pages with a smile on your face as you read how he felt about you when you were teens. "i was trying to figure out how to tell you.. but i always just ended up writing it down, kind of like you did." chifuyu chuckled nervously, placing a hand on the back of his neck as you looked up to him. you smiled, placing a sweet kiss on his lips, mumbling i love yous against them as wrapped his arms around you to hold you close.

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Something Borrowed (Part Three)

M Gargoyle x M Reader

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Wordcount: 3815

Content Warnings: Discussion of a Breakup/Divorce

Are you the type of person that wants to read several hundred words worth of descriptions of various baked goods? If so, you are in luck! Also, I promise not every story I post to this website will revolve around divorce.

Kirby had told you that you couldn’t stop living because you were cursed. You had told them that you would keep it in mind.

While you do keep that in mind, you certainly don't act on it during any of the encounters you have with Carlyle over the next few weeks.

Maybe if you weren't still so devastated from your breakup and the threat of your curse ruining any attempt, you'd have the courage to ask him out yourself. But as for now, you stay rooted in the comfortable little routine you've built.

Your next attempt is still something that is a perfect pairing for coffee, but slightly more involved. You prepare a tender batch of coffee cake, with a hearty ribbon of cinnamon swirled through the middle of the loaf, and crumbles of cinnamon streusel on top to to match, forgoing any glaze or drizzle that might have otherwise ended up finding its way onto the cake.

Still too sweet. Way too heavy, too dense of a crumb. But cinnamon is clearly a welcome flavor. Maybe something more elegant?

The week after that, you tried a ginger-pear gateau, hoping that the sweetness of the honey would be more permissible than normal sugar, with the heat from the ginger to balance out what sweetness there was. You painstakingly arranged the thin slices, the whole thing baked to perfection and kissed with citrus zest.

He didn’t like that either; but he does seem to like the burn of ginger, commenting on the underlying warmth.

And he may or may not be the type of guy that eats with his eyes first, given how impressed he was with the admittedly beautiful layering of fruit slices.

The next thing you tried was an opera cake. An almond sponge soaked with coffee, which you already know he’s quite fond of. Layers of cream and dark chocolate ganache diligently stacked and cut neatly serve to pleasantly enhance that already present espresso flavor.

You had even piped two Ss, elegantly connected with an ampersand, for Sugar & Spice- the current name of your shop, as of moving locations- in immaculate script across the top. If most of these are going to go into the case, you might as well make them on brand.

He seemed to like this one the most so far, taking a lot longer than ever before to decide its fate.

But he doesn’t like any sort of application of buttercream, it turns out. You should’ve known better already, you suppose- he doesn’t like frosting- he doesn’t even take cream in his coffee, why would he like cream layers in a coffee flavored cake, either? 

It wasn’t a complete loss, however, because he seemed to really enjoy the addition of cardamom that you had used to compliment the flavor of the espresso, at least enough for him to point it out. 

And honestly, the praise he heaped onto you for your careful penmanship and attention to tidy little details takes any hint of sting from the failure away instantaneously.

You’ve already figured out he likes citrus- specifically oranges- and almonds. He prefers a fluffier crumb to a denser one. No heavy glazes or frostings or cream layers.

With the culmination of your last few attempts, you've put together another critical detail: he likes spiced things.

Cinnamon. Ginger. Cardamom. Clove. Nutmeg…

Those flavors seem to be the one big unifying element of what he’s liked of your baking.

Mixed spice.

You’re making some progress, finally.

But what to make him that can test your theory? Cinnamon buns? Too sweet, surely. Gingerbread? Too dense, no go. You could always make a simple spice cake, but it would probably seem sad and bare without frosting, which you’ve already confirmed that he despises in all forms. 

Not to mention that any of these options will make your shop smell like a Yuletide market, or a candle store… And it's the height of summer…

“Wowie, don’t think too hard over there!!” You snap back to attention upon hearing Kirby’s lively voice through your mental fog. You realize you’ve been silently ruminating for quite a while. “You’re frowning so hard your face might break! What’s on your mind?”

“Trying to figure out what to make Carlyle for Tuesday.” You tap the end of the pen you’re holding onto the notepad in front of you. “Can’t think of anything.”

“Hehe, can’t you just bake this man a nice loaf of crusty bread and call it a day already? Everybody loves good bread.”

“Hah, no. It has to be a sweet baked good, I’m afraid. No need to worry though, I’m just a bit stumped at the moment. I’ll figure it out.”

“Oooo, I can help you decide on something!! I’m awful at cooking anything but I’m pretty good at the whole deduction thing, hehe~”

“Oh, no- I couldn’t ask you to help me with something so frivolous. You’re doing actual detective work.”

“A little distraction now and then can be good! Especially when you’re as stuck as I am right now with these leads…” Kirby looks almost forlorn for a moment before any lack of cheer is immediately erased from their expression. “Sometimes thinking about something else entirely can help get you the breakthrough you need!”

“Well, is there anything you’d like me to make?”

“Ooo! Ooooh!! I would ask for baklava but that’s probably way too sweet for your man.”

“Hah, well, maybe I can make you some baklava too, if this goes over well.”

Kirby grins wide, their ears flicking back and forth in excitement.

“Yes!! What’s this guy like again? Gimme something to work with.”

You quickly summarize your previous findings.

“Hmmm… You know what that sounds a lot like? My Oma used to make these little Yuletide cookies that sound a lot like that, with the spices and the orange peel.”

“Huh. Those do sound familiar.”

“I dunno, I forget…”

After a cursory scroll through your respective devices, Kirby manages to find the name.

“These, these! Pfeffernuse!” They exclaim in excitement and shove their device towards you, pointing to the screen with their other hand.

“Ah- I can whip these up for sure...” You reply, scrolling down to skim through the ingredients list.

The cookies come together relatively quickly- you could knead dough in your sleep after growing up in your parents’ bakery. And, as expected, they make your shop smell like a Yuletide candle stall, which it seems every customer you have over the course of the afternoon seems to feel compelled to comment on- It doesn’t get old at all.

“Here they are.” You present the serving dish filled with pfeffernusse to Kirby, then take one of the small, shiny cookies for yourself.

By general standards, they’re quite good. Very flavorful.

But for your specific purposes; the shiny glaze is too sweet; and the cookie itself is too heavy and too dense. There’s no way that Carlyle is going to like these…

“Oh, wow!!” Kirby says your name in a shrill tone, almost a squeal around a mouthful of cookie. “Amazing!! Divine!! These are absolutely perfect, just like she used to make!! If he doesn’t like these, his tastebuds are broken!!!”

“Hahah- I’m glad you like them.” You feel the smile spreading out onto your face.

“You’re the beeeest-”

Honestly, seeing your new friend’s reaction makes it worth it to have made them anyway, even knowing from the start that they weren’t going to bag you a win. Luckily, you manage to reserve some for Carlyle to at least try later, before the ecstatic faun manages to devour the whole batch.

Later that day, the dwindling overcast daylight from the encroaching evening creates a lonely, gloomy atmosphere in your empty shop. The uneasy feeling that always seems to reappear when you’re alone starts to creep back in, and you can’t help but worry that Carlyle’s not coming today. Perhaps the on-and-off rain is keeping him from stopping by. You’ve only seen him show up on foot, and even if he drove there’s not any ample parking on this street.

Or maybe he’s not coming back, period. Maybe he’s gotten bored of whatever this little thing between you is? You couldn’t blame him.

After all, you don’t know each other all that well at all. You’ve only seen each other a total of five times now, basically in passing. You wouldn’t even know he was a lawyer if he hadn’t specifically used the word ‘case’ when referring to his job and mentioned the courthouse before.

And the curse… Well. You know what the letter said by heart now. Withering before blooming, and all of that.

It’s nearly to the point of you giving up and just going about your normal closing procedures when the familiar jingle plays. And while the notification sound and the name on the order is familiar, the order itself is not at all.

Usually, as you’ve learned, you see an order for half a dozen cupcakes- always a variety, except for whomever always orders your lemon meringue flavor without fail.

But this evening, he’s ordered… a disposable cutlery kit.

No cake, no cupcakes, no other items at all. Just that.

You tilt your head at the screen, wondering what it could possibly mean.

After a bit of deliberation, you take a single cutlery kit from the open box and set it on the counter top. 

Moments pass as you stare at the lonely item on the counter, contemplating the situation with only the ubiquitous smooth jazz playing on the overhead speakers to keep you sane.

…Should you brew coffee?

But the minutes tick by, with still no sign of Carlyle.

You decide not to, not wanting to waste it if he's not coming. You fight the urge to either break into uncontrollable laughter or equally uncontrollable tears.

The rain has picked up enough that you can hear it audibly pattering against the panes of your shop windows.

Time marches on.

You sigh. You drum your fingertips on the counter top. You glance at the clock. 

It's two minutes past close.

You’ve finally moved to turn the neon sign declaring your shop as open off for the evening, and just as you’re standing there pressing down the switch you see Carlyle a few paces down the sidewalk, walking towards the shop underneath the protection of a clear umbrella.

He stops in his tracks, looking at the darkened sign and then back down at you on the other side of the glass, seeming at a loss for how to proceed.

After a second of stalemate, you push open the still unlocked door.

“Carlyle?”

He finishes the rest of the walk as quickly as he can without splashing through the accumulating puddles in his leather shoes.

“Hey. Sorry I'm late."

“Hi! I’m- I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure what you meant by a cutlery set.”

“I planned on going home early today, so no cupcake order from the ladies this evening. I wanted to let you know I was still coming, but I realized I had no way of knowing what you’d make to order it for myself, so.” He smirks faintly and shrugs beneath the umbrella, the shoulder pads on his suit lifting up slightly with the motion. “That was the solution I chose. You eat with cutlery, so: I'm still coming to eat.”

“It's okay. That’s actually pretty clever." You beam. You don’t care in the slightest that you’re already closed- you’re just happy he showed up. You motion with your hand for him to enter. "Come in, come in. You’re going to get soggy.”

He obliges, closes his umbrella, then shakes it off before he steps completely inside.

"I suppose the weather held you up?"

"Yes, the train was delayed. There was a large rain spirit blocking off the tunnel, it was an entire ordeal.”

“Well, that would certainly explain the sudden rain. It wasn’t on the forecast this morning.” You chuckle nervously.

“I don’t want to intrude, since it took me long enough to get here that you’re closed now.” He motions to the sign. He’s always been courteous enough to punctually depart when you’ve turned the sign off, cutting off your conversation far earlier than you’d like at times. “We don’t have to do this today if it would be a hassle.”

“Oh, no, it’s no bother- it’s pouring out now, you can’t walk back to the station in that- even with an umbrella. At least stay until it passes.” You reach out and gently touch his forearm for effect. Then, you recoil like you’ve touched a hot stovetop, realizing you’re probably being a bit too comfortable with him when you don’t even know how he feels about physical touch from a relative stranger. You move the culprit to stroke the back of your own head for comfort instead. “Er, if you wanted to, of course. We could sit at one of the tables for a while and have a chat…”

"That sounds like exactly what I need right now." He gives you one of his characteristic bright smiles, and you're so close you can see the outline of his wide, slightly protruding canines. He places his contained umbrella in the bottom of the coat rack.

"Why don't you sit down? I'll go make you some coffee."

You do just that, returning with coffee for you both; his in his claimed mug, and yours in one from the regular marbled set. You can’t help but laugh at the stark difference between the color of your respective drinks, perhaps being on the very far end of the spectrum in shade, seeing as he likes his with no additions and you with as much cream and sugar you can reasonably put into yours.

When you return, he’s sitting at one of the tables, looking out the window. He’s removed his suit jacket and draped it across the back of the chair. You nearly drop the mugs as you’re coming down the stairs as you miss the last step on the flight, because you’re too focused on the how aesthetically pleasing you find the sight- emotionally evocative, like you’ve taken a wrong turn in your own shop and walked into some sort of sad, tragically beautiful painting.

After delivering the (thankfully unspilled) coffee, you turn back to the counter to grab the plate of pfeffernusse. You set the cutlery set down, as well.

“I don’t think you’ll need this for the cookies, but… you did already pay for it.” You say with as straight a face as you can manage.

Carlyle laughs a deep, rich laugh- somehow gravelly and smooth at the same time. He takes the cutlery kit and slides it into the breast pocket of his jacket where it’s hanging on the chair behind him with a pointed smirk, before turning his attention to the cookies on the table in front of him.

You take a seat across from him, hoping you don’t look as obviously captivated as you feel.

You’re used to having a countertop between you, so this is a new experience. It certainly feels more intimate, like you’re having a coffee break with a friend rather than a customer you’ve developed a bizarre crush on. You’re close enough now that you can’t help but notice all the subtle details of the stone texture of his face- the small divots and minor cracks, and the faint lines of erosion where water must have chosen its path down his face countless times.

“These look a bit familiar somehow.” Carlyle selects one of the cookies and rotates it between his fingers in observation, watching the overhead light glint off the shiny coating.

“I don’t think you’re going to like them.” You say, watching him inspect the small treat through an inquisitive look on his face. “But I made them for a friend earlier, so I thought I’d have you try them anyway.”

He’s quiet for an uncommonly long amount of time as he eats the cookie- but not in the good, stunned-into-silence way you’ve been dreaming about seeing. He looks tired. He looks wistful. He looks sad.

It goes on so long that you wonder if you should say something, until you finally do.

“...Carlyle?”

“Hahah… Sorry, spaced out a bit there. I’m sort of a mess today.”

“Is everything alright? You seem unhappy.” You may not be very familiar with him yet, but you’re not so dense as to have not noticed he’s acting much more muted than normally. “I hope the pfeffernusse weren’t that bad…” You laugh quietly to try to lighten the mood. 

“Oh, no- Not at all. Nothing you’ve made has been anywhere close to bad in quality.” He smiles, and you try desperately not to reel from the compliment. “It’s just too sweet for me. Too heavy. The flavor is great, though. Smells like Yuletide morning as a kid.”

“Did you also have a grandmother who made these?” You laugh. “It seems like everyone who’s come into my shop today has had one.”

“Ah, no. My Mom made something kind of like them, but they were rolled in powdered sugar instead.” Then a realization clearly lights up his brown eyes. “So actually yes, I suppose I technically did have a Grandma who made them. But I didn’t know her before she was a statue.”

“Oh- Did you hate sweets as a wee little stone man as well?” You can’t help but laugh, covering your mouth picturing an overly formal gargoyle child. “I bet you did.”

Your laughter is infectious, and you can see his beige spaded tail swishing around the chair legs animatedly.

“I did! Mom always left some out of the sugar for me.”

“Damn, that’s smart. I should’ve thought of that.…” You ponder, tapping your lip with your fingertips and avoiding his eyes.

“No reason to, honestly. They were still a little too sweet, even when she didn’t. I’m sure your friend enjoyed them though, so they fulfilled their main purpose.”

“They did… So, if it’s not my baking, what’s got you so down, then?” You ask, then hastily add: “If you don’t mind me prying.”

“Work.” He says simply. “Work has been difficult for me lately.”

“Understandable. I imagine being a lawyer must be quite stressful.”

“Not only that- I’m a divorce attorney.” He sighs, rubbing his fingers restlessly along the mug’s handle. “I see people when they’re going through what’s likely the worst time of their lives, every single day. And because of the nature of the job, I can't even offer much in terms of support. I’m not a therapist. Ultimately, all I can really do is make sure my client isn’t being shafted.”

“Oh, that does sound draining.” You look down into your ridiculously milky coffee to try to hide the wince. You can’t help but wonder if you would’ve needed a divorce attorney if the curse had destroyed your relationship later than it did. You can’t help but feel perversely relieved- at least you didn’t have to go to court over your heartbreak. “What made you choose that field?”

“I didn’t, really. I used to do criminal defense. I was moved to civil cases a few years ago. I do enjoy my job, for the most part. Most of the time, it’s easy enough to separate myself. …It’s when something is hitting a little too close to home- that’s when it’s hard.”

“Close to home?”

“Yes. My parents were married for thirty-five years- owned their house, fully grown kids, perfect example of a good relationship and they decided to just- get divorced a few months ago, out of nowhere. I mean clearly it wasn’t out of nowhere to them, logically, but it was a shock to me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. That must be hard to come to terms with, even as an adult. Especially when it’s a surprise.”

“The irony isn’t lost on me, believe me.” He swirls his half-full coffee in the mug, a grim smile on his face as he takes another long sip. “Sometimes I feel like I’m cursed.”

“Cursed?” You say, barely louder than a whisper. You haven’t told him about your own curse- so you know he must not know the weight of using that word with you, but it slices into your chest all the same.

“Yes, not literally of course, but as if working with geasa all this time has rubbed off on me- like the magic itself has backfired on me somehow.” He takes a deep breath of air and shakes his head. “I know I’m just being dramatic. I would know if my magic was off. I was fine when they told me months ago, then- It just didn’t feel real until I went to help them pack up my childhood home this past weekend. I’ve felt down ever since.”

“I know how that feels…” You quickly course-correct. “I mean, how hard that is- packing up a place you loved like that. It’s like having to physically detach from part of yourself.” 

“From such a heartfelt description, I assume you’ve had to as well?”

“Yeah. My fiance broke up with me last autumn. Lived together for years, and I was the one that moved out- That’s how I ended up opening shop here.”

“I’m so sorry.” Carlyle says, genuine concern in his voice. ”That must have been incredibly hard for you.”

“It was… But it’s in the past.” You lie with a sad smile. Maybe sometime soon, you’ll manage to convince yourself…

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’d rather not.” It’s bad enough feeling like that loss will swallow you whole at any moment. It’s only even more mortifying to be reopening the wound once again in front of the handsome regular you’re crushing on.

Carlyle nods, clearly intrigued but not pushing you for any more information. There is a short, surprisingly comfortable stretch of you both sitting in relative silence apart from the rain pattering on the shop window and the low background music of the shop. 

Carlyle finally clears his throat.

“At least there’s always coffee,” He sighs in catharsis. 

“True. In your favorite mug, at that.” You chuckle, eyes resting on the familiar lettering. Strangely, seeing it in Carlyle’s hands, it doesn’t fill you with nearly the same heart wrenching sadness as it used to.

“I hope you don’t find it tasteless that I’ve claimed it, given what sounds like the painful context.”

“Ah, no, not at all- If anything, it’s making me feel a lot better about the whole thing.”

“I’m just saying- he can’t change his mind and come back for it now.” Carlyle smiles at you from behind the cup. “I’ve become very attached.”

You somehow manage to speak through your flustered laughter and your heart trying to race out of your chest.

“Haha- I don’t think you have to worry much about that…”

>> ✨ MASTERLIST >> ☕ KO-FI

#exophilia #monster lover #monster romance #monster x human #monster x reader #gargoyle x reader #gargoyle #male x male #mxm #mlm #male reader #series: something borrowed #oc: carlyle #oc: declan #nine of words

[winterberryholly]

if you’re still answering prompts… 6 & 18! you know who :)

I had a little too much fun with these so you are In For It just fyi 😂 ask game here!

6. Double date? Thoughts? Who?

Omg so first of all, Shikatema, because, obviously. Double dates with them are delightful. Everyone gets on so well: the girls can chat violence, Neji and Temari have eldest sibling bonding time, Tenten and Shikamaru laze around together, it’s great. Work discussion is off the table or else Shikamaru and Neji will take over the night with their complaining. Sometimes they’ll go out but normally Nejiten will just have them over for game night, dinner, a smoke, maybe swing on occasion after that one time Tenten joked that Shika and Neji needed to get a room and Temari agreed and…that actually sounded kind of fun, and with the boys off doing their own thing…but that’s none of my business

Gaalee is a little more chaotic because for a while, it’s double dating with Your Hyper Enthusiastic Best Goofball and The Man Who Wants To Kill You Who You Also Want To Kill. Gaara knows the team dynamic before the chuunin exams was not exactly fun for Lee, and Tenten really has a hard time getting over the whole “crushed half Lee’s bones to dust” thing. Neji feels he has no room to talk in either direction, what with the repeatedly telling Lee to give up on his dreams and the beating the life out of his cousin, so he suffers in the middle while Lee becomes even more enthusiastic to cover his discomfort lol. Circumstances are wildly different and Nejiten are not necessarily dating in it but I still feel like @ghoste-catte’s monster mash sequel Cutting Teeth does a good job of summing up their double date dynamic as I see it. (Can you all tell I am still living and breathing for this AU or what lmao)

18. Evening rituals?

Closing down the store, first. This is a WHOLE thing that has to be done correctly, Tenten’s superstitious about it. Lock up, put out the incense, sweep/dust, balance books. Neji’s probably been in and out of the upstairs apartment working on dinner so how much he helps with this is dependent on how much work the meal is. Candle lit at every dinner for Neji’s parents/Tenten’s mom and Nana, when she passes. Tenten is a morning showerer and Neji is an evening showerer, so Neji will normally shower & dry hair while Tenten tidies up the meal. Sometimes she’ll hop in with him if there’s not much to clean up, not for fun necessarily but just for the closeness and the bonding (he likes her washing his hair). They’ll take tea on the sofa and do their own things together: read, journal, work on a seal, study, chit-chatting here and there. Pre-bed stretches for Neji’s good health, brush teeth, a little skincare because Tenten thought it would be fun and Neji LOVES it, all those indulgent comforts he didn’t get to have at the compound he just lives for. Neji just tends to sleep less—up later and up earlier—but they do still normally go to bed together anyway (unless Tenten passes out on the couch earlier in the night which does happen sometimes lol) so if he’s not ready to fall asleep he will rest with her until he is, or he’ll get back out of bed once she’s out and probably clean or keep reading. He’ll come back when he’s ready, and when he does, he will inevitably just watch her snore on HIS side of the bed that she STOLE in her sleep when he got up and he’ll think about how lucky he is that this is his life now, which becomes an accidental little gratitude ritual of its own.

That one became an entire Essay lol but thank you as always for the ask!! 💕

#chaosnojutsu #nejiten #ask game #otp asks #there’s definitely a world where shika neji temari tenten slowly fall into polyamory #it’s canon if i want it to be #and thinking about domestic nejiten is my WEAKNESS GOD thank you for this lol

[demonslayedher]

Things that went through my head while watching this episode: --Oh no, it's the extra scene they made with Rengoku and Shinobu running into each other... that hearty laugh... the Rengoku feels are coming!

--This episode is the one that really dives into Shinobu's depth, though! I love how we got little pieces of her interactions with others, like scaring the pants off of Murata before politely being like, "Oh? Goodbye." She's got her shtick and she sticks to it. The smile is something she puts on as habitually as the haori and hairpiece, she doesn't even think about it. It's as Kanae asked her to.

--Making friends with demons, that's wonderful dream? Also as Kanae wished.

--It's all for Kanae, but Kanae would be so hurt to see how lifeless that smile is.

--That dream, too! Shinobu says it as easily as she puts on her clothes every day, it's such another momento and accessory, and Shinobu wishes to entrust this dream to Tanjiro because she knows she won't do it herself. It's like she just wanted to say her peace to Tanjiro, to settle her feelings and make herself feel like she did all she could toward Kanae's dream, as it's impossible to do herself. The least she can do is take care of Tanjiro and Nezuko and enable him to realize the dream, and Shinobu can encourage him in doing so.

--But the instant Tanjiro calls her out on it with a couple of well placed questions--why did she bring him and Nezuko in? Is she angry?--she drops everything she had so mindlessly juggled. She admits right then and there that she'd never be able to think like her sister, having sympathy for demons, or have any hope of befriending such horrible beings, whom she knows always lie. Sure, Nezuko's different, and she trusts none of the Pillars are going to give Nezuko any problems, but Shinobu knows she just doesn't have it in herself to find any affection for demons.

--Which is why it's so meaningful when, in the final chapters, Shinobu speaks highly of Tamayo, and deep respect, refers to her as a person instead of as a demon.

--The way Shinobu just breaks open in this scene, she truly finds herself comfortable around Tanjiro (perhaps in part because she admires his goodness in a way she admired Kanae's), and really does just unload her thoughts in a way she probably can't with others, whether for Pillar distance or professionalism among colleagues. I love the string version of her theme music playing softly, and how the animation just opens up and bring life to her expressions and body language which is usually all prim and tidied up like her smile.

--But also, is she too comfortable around Tanjiro? Shinobu really does like to get up in people's personal space because it's fun to make them uncomfortable, isn't it? Tanjiro being comfortable enough with her to ask her such direct questions wasn't what she bargained for in this little interaction she probably only enacted to amuse herself and say the "I leave my dream to you, do your best!" thing that had been on her mind.

--Oh hey, Douma-influenced flashback #2

--I also wonder if she took interest in Tanjiro because Giyuu has interest in Tanjiro and she's annoyed at Giyuu. It's like if she and Giyuu were kindergartners together and he was slowly drawing with crayons and had them all over the table, and she came by and neatly put them away, and said, "this is what happens when you don't take care of your things, these are mind now" and just leaves, leaving Giyuu speechless with the one crayon he still had in his hand. (He's could have explained that those were since crayons he's been using for two hours, but that's what he gets for not talking enough.)

--Backing up a bit, I love how we got Zenitsu's thoughts on Shinobu in this episode too (and that it only makes sense for him to be orating to Chuntaro as his listener), and even though she's super cute and like a goddess who swooped in to save all the spiders, something's off about her sound, and it's kinda scary.

--(and then you've got Inosuke who later is just gonna be like, "mommy?")

--It just hit me that Tanjiro gets to live and still be a human because of the friendship between Shinobu and Tamayo. YaiusdgiuadgiuagdliuADYloauhdUODh.

--So anyway, I love Shinobu, we all know this. I love Zenitsu too! But episodes like this make it really, really hard to do that. I turned down my volume in anticipation for the conniption. Kudos to Shimono-san for going bigger than ever, though.

--I feel Aoi's eye-twitch in my soul.

--Awww, Ufotable gave Kiyo-chan, Sumi-chan, and Naho-chan slightly different hair colors! They're not just a single unit in three bodies, really! Clearly we all know Kiyo-chan is the leader if they're ever a magical girl trio.

--As a quick aside, you know what's a really nice thought? When most people think of "Taisho Roman" and all the girl culture that was born in the time, a lot of that came around in later Taisho, around when these three would be teenagers. I really love the idea of them getting to relax and enjoy their school girl lives (and glare at anybody who suggests they need to start thinking about doing some productive with their lives, like learning to be nurses).

--I said before how marriage is so, so, so far from Tanjiro & Kanao's minds, and that is still the case. Nothing is on Kanao's mind, at least nothing that she chooses to engage with. Meanwhile, you've got Tanjiro analyzing her like he'd analyze an adversary. It's cute how much it's gotten under his skin how he's nowhere close to Kanao's skills, as Tanjiro usually doesn't take things like this so personally (by that I mean his admiration for others' strengths and his frustrations at his own weaknesses are usually totally separate, Kanao truly is the closest Tanjiro ever comes to having a rival).

#kny rewatch #my art #kocho shinobu #kochou shinobu

[pluckyredhead]

Well I obviously have to ask for Damijon 😌

who hogs the duvet

Neither, actually! Jon doesn't get cold and Damian sleeps very stiffly, with no blanket-stealing tossing and turning involved. I'm never going to be able to find it, but there's a panel from his early Robin days of him sleeping basically like a zombie in a coffin, so picture that, but with a big cuddly Kryptonian octopus wrapped around him.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Jon, because using super hearing and telescopic vision would be rude.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

Jon, because he has to be since he's not a billionaire.

who gets up first in the morning

Jon, since he's powered by sunlight and Damian is functionally nocturnal. Jon pops out of bed in the morning like the lead in a musical.

who suggests new things in bed

Jon, because he hears stuff, and also Damian is fairly repressed about his desires - not out of internalized homophobia so much as a kneejerk assumption that anything that feels good is probably bad (thanks, Bruce). I think their sex life is still fairly vanilla, but any envelope pushing is definitely coming from Jon.

who cries at movies

Eventually I will have an answer that isn't Jon! But this one is obviously him.

who gives unprompted massages

Neither, I don't think? Or I guess maybe Jon, very carefully. Damian would need power tools to give Jon a massage that felt like more than a gentle caress.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Honestly, both of them. Jon 100% hovers and frets if Damian gets even a sniffle, but on the rare occasions Jon gets, like, space flu or whatever, OH BOY is Damian completely over the top about it.

who gets jealous easiest

FINALLY A DAMIAN ANSWER. But yes, it's Damian, Damian is the most spoiled bratty little prince on the planet and he does not like to share.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

Jon is the most basic Top 40 bitch you can possibly imagine and Damian listens exclusively to classical music, so they're both pretty bad.

who collects something unusual

Damian's collections of swords and fine art are extremely rare and expensive but it's just the caliber of them that makes them unusual, more so than what they are. Jon's is "cool stuff I found in space," so, Jon.

who takes the longest to get ready

Damian, Jon puts on a mostly-clean flannel and calls it a day.

who is the most tidy and organised

DAMIAN. He is finicky like a cat. Jon isn't a total slob but he's certainly not organized.

who gets most excited about the holidays

Jon, 100%. Basically every holiday was fun for Jon growing up, whereas Damian either didn't celebrate them or they were...fraught.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

All Jon wants in this world is to be Damian's big spoon, and we all know it.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

They're both pretty bad (see: every issue of Super Sons), but Damian.

who starts the most arguments

Damian. Obviously.

who suggests that they buy a pet

No one, because it doesn't need to be suggested. If either of these boys spots an animal, it is coming home with them. Not bringing Bat-Cow to their first shared (seventh floor) apartment was a real struggle.

what couple traditions they have

Rooftop picnics, watching the sunset in Smallville, flying together or on Goliath. Damian didn't realize any of these traditions were forming until it was too late and he's extremely indignant about them.

what tv shows they watch together

I genuinely cannot envision a TV show Damian would care about.

what other couple they hang out with

It's so hard to sort out who their closest peers are given how messy DC's continuity is. Lian and Colin? Emiko and Wallace? Who knows.

how they spend time together as a couple

Playing Cheese Vikings, walking their 27 dogs, fighting ninjas. You know, the usual.

who made the first move

I could see it going either way, but probably Damian. He's always been the leader in this duo.

who brings flowers home

Jon, and he picked them himself halfway around the world. Damian tells him it's horribly cliche but he can barely bring himself to let go of them long enough to put them in water.

who is the best cook

I think Jon learned enough basics from Clark not to die of malnutrition (Lois Lane does not cook, are you kidding me?), but not much more than that. Damian has always had servants to cook for him and has absolutely no idea how a stove works.

#meme #damian wayne #robin #jon kent #superboy

[generic-whumperz]

Not much has been revealed yet about The Aid's backstory, but you mentioned in your intro that he chose to sell himself into domestic slavery due to a family tragedy, which is deliciously intriguing. Can you tell us anything else non-spoilery about his background and his life before? Bonus: Does he have a name? Did he have one?

Omg, thank you so much for the ask and interest in this little story of mine! 🥹

I’m so glad you found that bit about an undisclosed family tragedy deliciously intriguing, that’s exactly what I was going for!

Yes I can elaborate ! So I don’t know how much of his previous life he remembers yet or how much I will explore his past since he basically has trauma brain and had blocked a lot of his past out. That, and well, his “before life” was basically when he was just a kid and teen. But before all the drama and misfortunes, he came from a really good solid family, with married parents, an older sister, and a younger brother. He had a good childhood and was a very happy, well-taken care of kid.

(More background about his life before below)

School: He was a straight-A student, had a solid friend group and was a nerd. He never had to try really hard, things came to him naturally and he was one of those infuriating people that never had to study for a test and just had a knack for remembering information. He was also a theater nerd and loved working on props and setting the scene. He also strikes me as someone that was in some school clubs and helped put together fundraisers for underfunded school programs. He was in sports and did track & field, basically he’s like a “cool nerd” type because he kinda rubbed shoulders with everyone.

Social life: I don’t know much about D&D, but he gives me the feeling that he was his friend group’s DM and hosted all the games at his house or did thematically coordinated outdoor sessions (he may have even LARP’ed too close to the sun 👀 was that a thinly veiled hint that partially led to the tragedy he blamed himself for?)

His nerdiness does spill over in his adult life in the form of his love for board games that he likes to play with Madame Sullivan, or his interest in trivia games or trivia game shows.

He’s a very neat and tidy person and loved to put up seasonal decorations and set the ambiance in Madame Sullivan’s home. He loved to play host when Madame Sullivan had over guests and he was known for his hors d’oeuvres and deserts. He’s used to be being well-liked and appreciated, it also doubles as his character flaw since he’s constantly seeking approval from those around him and thrives off of external validation.

I would consider him more of an introvert than an extrovert, but he is very extroverted and enjoys company. But he also doesn’t have a problem with being alone since he always finds away to make himself “busy”- in whatever way that may be.

Career: He chose his slavery position based on his natural talents and his already chosen career field which was going to be something in medical/ nursing or social services/ non-profit outreach. He knew he wanted to help people, so that’s why he chose the Domestic In-Home Care Aid position. He isn’t big and tough nor does he have a desire for romantic intimacy or serving as a personal companion for to someone who would probably want more than he would be will to give, so he felt that he really only had one option anyway.

Character traits in the story: So obviously he had a very nice and fluffy life and even got lucky with his first posting and developed a familial relationship with his master. Bad things aren’t supposed to happen to people like him- only they do.

We have a good sense of who he used to be, but he starts to loose himself even before he sells himself, but he is desperately holding on to his former self while in service under Madame Sullivan. Which I would like to point out is the child-version of himself. His young adult years are obviously very strange, but in a way he gets to prolong his youth because he’s living with a maternal figure and doesn’t have to deal with any really adult-life things. He’s kinda infantilized himself in a way (he later realizes this and sees how problematic he was, but also he was dealing with trauma and was young so we can’t hold it against him) which stunted his own personal growth, but he also uses this as a method of self-sabotage because he doesn’t think he deserves to live a free, happy life.

This story is about a lot of things, but his character journey is at the heart of it. He has to grow up, face and make peace with his past, heal his inner child, confront his current tormenter, survive and recover, (and escape?!) and decide who he is- not what he is to other people. I guess in a way, it’s a fucked up coming of age story and maybe even a cautionary tale. And with undertones of commentary on the patriarchy and failed capitalist society that turns humans into commodities, of course.

Name: Yes he has a name! Ironically I kinda tease at the idea of him having a name or not in the next part (that I still haven’t finished and posted💀), but I think it will be awhile before we learn his real name. Wyatt just calls him “Mutt” or “Aid,” or whatever rude/derogatory term he can think of on the spot.

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[pretentiousbrownie]

Hewwo! Are you ready for some no-context blorbo posting? Well, you can bet your left buttcheek I've got some blorboisms for you straight outta my rattling noggin and RPs!

A lil' while back, one of the writers in the RP's Meta asked us some background questions about our character(s):

What is the first thing your character does in the morning (or whatever other time they wake up)?

As a child, what did your character want to be growing up (and how did that turn out for them)?

How does your character display affection?

What is an obstacle they're currently facing, a struggle they're dealing with?

How does your character respond to failure?

So, for the two characters I wrote for (Sam Sadler and Lua Devens), here were my long-winded thoughts for these questions:

Both Sam and Lua are fairly early risers, though neither of the two will do very much for a while after waking since their days tend to start on their own time. Sam will naturally wake up around 6:30. He still keeps an alarm set for 6:45, but he's most likely already up for it unless the previous night was a long one. Lua will either get up at 4-something or 7-something - there's really no telling which will happen on what morning. If Lua's up early, he'll usually ease out of bed, head to the bathroom and get ready for the day (Sam jokes that Lua is cold-blooded because he'll hop in the shower and crank the hot water way up, steaming up the whole bathroom and bedroom). After getting ready, Lua will probably slip into light athletic clothing, go downstairs, grab a small breakfast, pocket their keys and phone, and head out for an easy walk in the pre-dawn hours. More often than not he'll be listening to a podcast like Alice Isn't Dead or The Black Tapes, or something similar. If Lua's in for a later morning, then Sam will be the first one awake. He keeps his alarm very quiet, so if it does go off, it won't wake Lua. Sam will kinda just sit in silence for a while, trying to muster the energy to get going. He always keeps a bedside book, so he may pick that up and read it, or scroll his socials for a bit. On these slower, later mornings, the pair will wrap up in a blanket burrito and cuddle for a bit, sometimes talking about little bits and bobs from their lives, or just sleepily snuggling together. Sam makes the bed most mornings - not that Lua doesn't want to, Sam just likes doing it - it's just something about order and tidiness for him, and something in having a routine. Sam will then usually wait while Lua uses the bathroom first. Sam will pick out his outfit for the day and lay it out on the bed, maybe turn on some NPR radio and scroll through some more feeds while Lua gets ready. When they swap places, Sam has a pretty regimented routine and may spend more time just making sure he sticks to it. After Lua dresses themself, he'll probably head downstairs and put some coffee or tea up, grab a bagel, or cereal, or toast, then head out onto the patio and sit and sip their drink while watching the world slowly awaken. Sam will eventually come down all neat and proper and ready to tackle the day. He'll drink some water and grab some cereal or a toaster waffle with Lua before grabbing their keys and driving to the nearest cafe for coffee, tea, or a smoothie. When he gets back, he'll start his day and Lua is probably already starting theirs.

I think Sam really liked the idea of being a race car driver. Didn't matter what kind, he just thought it was really neat. Growing up with a family that indulged in a lot of automotive sports, it was almost a given for him to have some interest. He did try his hand at kart racing at an early age and even got onto some circuits as a teen and young adult, but he found his interests too diverse to stick with just that. Like Sam, Lua also had pretty diverse interests - both were extremely fortunate children and had plenty of opportunities to explore different hobbies, passions, and pastimes. Lua always tossed around the idea of being a writer/novelist or, in a polar opposite turn, a professional soccer player, but he ended up ditching soccer very early on and took up equestrian sports. While he continues to write and ride, he truly enjoys his work with the Bureau now and would likely never give up his line of work.

Both Sam and Lua are affectionate people in their own ways, but both also greatly value their quiet time and space, so they are often more than satisfied just being present with each other. One of Sam's love languages is touch, but they understand that Lua is not always willing to engage with them in that way. Lua likes to buy small things for Sam - Sam will of course reciprocate, but he prefers to do things. Honestly, their presence together is enough for them to be happy. Small kisses on the forehead and cheek, light hand-holding, cuddling in the morning, and the small gestures that happen in the day-to-day minutia are affection enough for the pair.

Lua has struggled with his identity for a very long time. Sam has always understood this to some extent, but only recently began to understand the depth of it. The pair have been working together to help Lua come to terms with his true self both at home and around others. Facing past traumas from abusive relationships, the burden of some of their past cases, dealing with the ignorant antics of some of their family members, and the general weight of coming out has been extremely difficult for Lua, but with Sam by his side, he has been slowly working towards it. Sam is facing different challenges, mostly trying to find a new path for themselves outside of municipal work. Career changes happen all the time, but he's been pretty set on politics for a while. With that chapter closed in his life, he's quickly realizing there's so many things he can possibly do and finds the task of identifying where he wants to go a bit overwhelming.

Lua's responses to failure are interesting; he dislikes failure and will do anything and everything possible to avoid it, even to his own detriment. He's long struggled with self worth and his own perceived value and generally feels that even small failures are monumental setbacks for himself. He's conditioned himself to be an utter perfectionist, working well beyond reasonable means to ensure he never has to face failure, and so when he does, it can often be a spiraling roller coaster ride downwards that severely impacts him. Sam is working through this with him as well, but facing something like this is not easily handled without professional attention. Sam is detail oriented and highly accountable to his work, but he does not face the same type of challenges in life and in work, and is more receptive to the experiences that failure brings. He will feel down about getting something wrong, but he's able to bounce back relatively quickly and get the ball rolling without too much effort. He does get frustrated if he fails multiple times on the same task or challenge, but he's usually able to brush it off and play things off with a smile.

And there we go! My two sweet oc bfs from Lower Duck Pond. It's been a while since I've written actively for them, but they're pretty near and dear to my lil' heart :3

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[teenyweenyeenymeeny]

I know u csn obviously tell who this is ;3 but who in ur opinion is the most to least CG coded of the phantom thieves im very interested to see what u think bc i cant decide

WELL you have definitely come to the expert. ough this will b difficult though. this will be. Biased especially since it has been soooso long since I actually played the game

Number one ummm Haru 🥺 mostly because of nepotism I will not deny that… but waaa mommymommymommy just imagine having tea parties with her… she would have lovely stuffed animals that she would let you cuddle all you want… even though she was the type of kid to keep her toys so neat and tidy you’d think they are brand new even now so maybe you would b worried about messing them up but she would not mind! she knows how to wash them without damaging them if they are properly messy and if they are just getting to look “well loved” she thinks that is sweet!! oughhhgh imagine wearing the sweetest little outfits she picks out for you… I love her sooo much waaa

Number two… is Makoto probably! She is more obvious I think than Haru? Because Makoto is the responsible one! She’s mama friend! She is good at planning and making sure everything goes well! Like she will make sure she always has some of your baby things with her even if you are big Just In Case and she prepares cute lunchboxes! You can go on picnics nd stuff with her or maybe they are for school :0 nd also. Buchimaru. Friend to you both. I like it when cgs like cute things as well 🤍

Number three is Ann iii am trying so hard to not be too biased I would put her higher if I let myself be more biased. She just ouuughg waaa she is so sweet 🥺 I’m SO sorry that I can’t have a coherent thought about her. Mmmmm sharing lots of desserts! Spoil. Each Other >:) even though uh oh sometimes you end up with tummy aches together also </3 cuddle all better 🥺 nd mmmm Ann does dress up with you waaa she is good at. Fashion so you know when she says you look soso cute then t means a lot!!

Number four is Ryuji ough he’s like. Big brother most EVER he deserves to be in a rank together with Ann I think together they r like. Cool big brother and sister who let you join in on their big kid games but r soso patient with you if you don’t get them. SO so sorry to Ryuji to not say as much about him as th girls I promise I lovlovlov him it is just. Hard to Organise My Thoughts the longer I spend writing this hdkdjdjd I like him so much

Number five is Yusuke ough he does. Arts and crafts with you mainly like ough wht f he draws a picture and then you colour it in… obviously fingerpainting. Nd mmm he can paint your face like your favourite animal if you want! You make a picture for him and he goes oh your attention to detail is exquisite little one and then he puts it somewhere special 🤍 he doesn’t put on a baby voice for you at all he doesn’t get the appeal

Number six is Akira I’m SORRY the only reason he is so far down is because he’s way more baby to me 🥺 I know this is not a cg → baby ranking but. It Does have an effect on his ranking. Although just a teeny one because if I didn’t have to give them all their own numbers they would all be number one 🥺 mmm he is good at caregiving but not a caregiver you know. Like he is. Thoughtful and kind and lovely but he’s also just a baby it is like a little kid with a hamster like… yes he is so good at taking care of it but maybe don’t leave him unsupervised for too long. You know. Like especially if you are doing something fun while little he will start to feel little as well 🤍

Number seven is Morgana I’m sorry but he is. Kitty adjacent. He cares for you as much as a kitty can!! He can cuddle with you and be a weight on your chest and nuzzle into you but he cannot make a bottle or be cuddled INTO or help you get ready for bed. He tries his best though 🥺

Number eight is Futaba I’m SO SORRY I like her SO MUCH and she is not BAD at caregiving she is like Akira… she is lovely at caregiving she just needs to also be reassured throughout or she would worry she is doing it wrong 🥺 she regresses too but like. Not quite baby she is like tween and perhaps then is when she does best with littler regressors cuz she can feel like a cool big sister and show off all her cool stuff

Number nine is Akechi. I’m sorry except I am not because this guy is the only person I am confident on the placement of. He is either the fussiest grumpiest baby or he is easily irritated by kids. If he is trying to take care of someone he would not SHOW that but. You know

Sorry to Sumire enjoyers. I do not remember her well and I don’t think it would be fair to her to rank her

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